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bitchlessdino · 2 years ago

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I have this in mind, maybe svt member x reader where they are classmates from college, they are close but not THAT close lol. Until one day they started talking about house prices and how the rent is so expensive, but still with the desire of living alone, so he (maybe hoshi or woozi) proposed that they should find a place together to split rent. It started as a joke, but then they found a really good place and decided to try to live together for at least one semester.

so yeah at first everything is great since both of them are always busy, so they dont really see each other that often around the house.

until it could be that they are sexually frustrated and start a friends with benefits relationship (but in secret, so their circle of friends dont know about it). However, reader always had a big crush on him, but never said anything. idk what else to say

Pairing: college roommate!soonyoung x afab!reader Genre: smut Word count: 5.9k tags: pwithplot, established friendship, roommate au, friends to fwb, pining, pervert!reader, pervert!soonyoung, mentions of alcohol, mutual masturbation, blowjobs, missionary, doggy, praise kink Summary: When it comes to the economy and needing a roof to live under, having a roommate is your best option, especially as any desperate college student. When arrangements are made with Soonyoung, a friend you admittedly have a visceral lust for, things take a turn one messy night. Making this arrangement more of an edible arrangement. author note: so i may have run wild since hoshi posted those thirst trap photos haha. im very proud of the header i made for this. this was something i planned on posting before my unprepared hiatus, and hopefully i'm still in spirits on continuing this. please anticipate more of me and remember that writers love interaction, criticism or not <333

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“That’s funny, Soonyoung’s looking for a place too.”

You looked over at the man in question to see him mid-feast on a sandwich bigger than his face as it puffed his cheeks full like a common squirrel. “Why are you looking for a place? I thought you made plans with Seokmin?”

The man struggled to swallow down the larger-than-life bite, barely managing to do without scratching the back of his throat before answering. “His parents convinced him against it. I should’ve known he’d back out when he didn’t know how to do his own laundry.”

“Do you know how to do your own laundry?”

“I know there are colors and whites, detergent and softener—I’d figure it out.”

“I’m hearing a no…”

“Youtube exists. How hard could it be? But yeah, I’m looking for a place.” He set his sandwich aside to lean in closer, washing down any remnants with a swig of his Jihoon’s stolen Coke Zero, who at the moment couldn’t be more distracted with Physics paper. “It’s not easy that’s for sure. A single bedroom is way too much on its own and anything bigger I can barely cover half of.”

“Here’s an idea,” Mingyu suggested like it wasn’t on his mind for the fifteen minutes you’ve been complaining about being essentially homeless, “Why don’t you guys figure something out together?”

“Really? Me and Soonyoung?”

Your counterpart couldn’t help the offense washing over his face. “What’s wrong with me?”

“I don’t know if you’d be a good roommate.”

“What makes you roommate of the year?”

You rolled your eyes. “We’ve known each for what, a semester and a half, and I don’t know what your living habits are. I’ve basically lived alone all my life with my parents working all the time. How do I know you won’t push all the housework on me?”

Scoffing, his lips twisted up in a cocky smile. “You’re looking at the flail youngest of two who did almost a decade of housework for a hundred dollar allowance for a week. I don’t waste Pinesol, I hand wash dishes, and I keep my 50 pairs of shoes neatly out of the doorway and in pristine condition.”

“You can do all that and not operate a washing machine?”

“The buttons and colors confuse me.”

“So,” Mingyu interrupted again, “How about it? Sounds like you guys a both a little desperate. The housing market isn’t getting any lower.”

“I guess you don’t sound all to bad to live with then,” You replied with a tinge of a tease.

“What do you bring to the table?” Soonyoung interjected.

“Discounts for food at my work, a Netflix account, a pack of scrub daddies, and a decent amount of disposable income for half an average month's rent and fun stuff if we ever get bored. Down?”

Soonyoung stroked his chin as if to think, but his head, the deal sounded as good as it can get. If he was being honest, he was desperate, but after the berating, he couldn’t let you know that. “Add in some salon-quality shampoos and conditioners and we have a deal.”

You groaned. “Fine, for a semester for now, but you’re getting laundry stuff and learning how to use the machines.”

You hadn’t expected to be apartment shopping with Soonyoung looking like a pair of newlyweds, but here you were doing exactly that. There wasn’t anything particular about him that bothered you, (except maybe the harboring attraction you had for him since freshman orientation that you blanketed over with over argumentative banter and an aloof attitude when he was around).

But as far as you knew, you were morning and night. Sure, you’ve gotten along in social situations, but you knew how drastically different your lives were. When you aren’t working, you were a homebody and he’d bring bodies home. He lived differently than you did to put it plainly.

And perhaps the idea of waking up with him every morning possibly shirtless and/or naked frankly made you both terrified and aroused all at once.

The moment you shook his hand to agree, you were already feeling some regret, but hey, maybe that’ll actually do you some good. Maybe you’ll finally get over this school crush on this unattainably hot guy after seeing how disgusting he is leaving his underwear and socks in every corner of the place. It’s inevitable things can only go down from here, right? Right?

“A few ground rules should be in order.”

Soonyoung nodded, putting away the remainder of the edible arrangement gifted to you by your collective friends in the fridge. “Like what?”

“Chores should be switched off every week so we know how to handle all types at all times, but we do our own laundry. No exceptions. Dinner is a group effort. If we get takeout, always tell the other at least an hour in advance and costs are split. Groceries are bought biweekly with a set budget.”

“Strict, but ok. I’ll do my best to follow them. Anything else?”

You were reluctant to bring up this last one. You cleared you through, taking a second to properly form the words before letting them out. “If we have someone that we’re getting involved with, it’s either done at their place or in an empty apartment with plenty of notice.”

Soonyoung can’t help but bust out a wide and perfect grin, crossing his arms seeing the timid expression on your face. “Fine. I’ll make sure when I have sex with someone, it’s under those guidelines.”

“Ha, thanks,” You awkwardly respond, “I’ll abide the same.”

His eye narrowed at you dubiously. “Wait, you’ll actually get around?”

“Why are you doubting me?”

He chuckled, shrugging smooth broad shoulders through his black sleeveless tee. “You just don’t really seem about that. There’s nothing wrong with it, but—“

“You don’t know every detail of my intimate life so butt out.”

His arms rose up in defense, nodding along. “Alright, okay. If that’s all, I have a few rules of my own.”

“Okay. Have at it.”

He mused to himself for a few seconds. “Bathroom schedule: first come first serve.”

You nodded, easy enough.

“At a few hours of the day, the living room becomes an at-home gym when needed.”

Okay, that one had a little kick to it. “Alright.”

“And we have a safe word.”

You blinked back at him, heart pounding a little louder than it should, legs clenching as if they were being pried apart, and sweat burning the temple of your forehead with the unnecessarily dirty thoughts running through your mind. “A w-what?”

“A safe word,” he repeated as a matter of fact, “a word we can use when there’s conflict and something wrong and we just completely stop what we’re doing.” He grinned a little. “It’s not just for sex you know.”

You shoved him, earning his chuckle. “I know that, jerk. But fine, what do you suggest?”

“…Tiger.”

“How did I know that’s what you’d say?”

“Because we’re good friends.”

“How about ‘hamster’?”

He frowned. “No.”

“But look how effective that was.”

For the most part, things went smoothly. It helped that things got busy and tasks barely needed to get done with the exception of laundry. You saw each other more in your friend group gatherings than at home in your shared arrangement, and despite everyone knowing you live together, neither of you made it a point to make a big deal about it, even if everyone else does.

The countless times you had to fight Seokmin, Jeonghan, or Jihyo about the possibility of something developing between you and your new roommate romantically pained you with their inaccuracy. It seemed left and right that’s all everyone could talk about since it was arranged. It seemed as if there was nothing better up for discussion. Soonyoung dealt with it all the same, being constantly asked what kind of nefarious doings are being done behind closed doors that no one knows about. It always came as a disappointment when it was broken towards them that nothing was happening and that nothing ever will.

Even to you. Surprising enough.

If you learned anything from living with Soonyoung, it was harder than you expected it to be, especially with a still festering crush that is only developing into something almost tangibly heart-wrenching and stomach churning. It seemed to have taken a turn for the worse when Soonyoung started to take advantage of the home gym more due to the massive heatwave in town.

The damn pull up bar.

You’ve only realized the time you’ve wasted after hearing the kettle whistle you put out apparently ten minutes ago. Your mind was too clouded by the flex of his biceps lifting his body in the air. Or the contracting and releasing of his shoulders that were lightly misted by perspiration. Or were too preoccupied with wanting to lick off the veins of the poor man’s lower abdomen. Or thinking about what those arms could do flinging you upside a—

“Oh, early class?”

“Uh, yeah. There’s a lot more traffic today, so I'm getting there earlier than usual.”

His feet landed on the ground with a thud and he grabbed a towel to wipe over the sweat that was making his body glisten like glaze on a smooth buff donut. “I’m guessing you have no time for breakfast then?”

“Unfortunately,” you respond, quickly pouring your tea into your thermos before getting to your shoes, “I was gonna grab something at the Starbucks on campus after.”

“Here.” He tossed something from a box behind him and watched as you flimsily caught it from the front door.

“Oh.” A protein bar, a good one from your experience of raiding his side of the pantry. “Thanks.”

“And cancel all previous engagements. Dinner’s on me tonight.”

You squinted at him, “Why?”

“We’ll have something nice for once tonight,” he grinned, “be home at 8 tonight.”

Soonyoung’s plan for dinner was a free courtesy of Mingyu who found a nice little gig as a sous chef in a trendy place uptown. The whole circle celebrated together and you only got around to knowing after Soonyoung kept you updated on news knowing you’d be too busy to look at the giant groups chat you’re in. You should’ve been appreciative. That should’ve been your first instinct, not…entitlement. Not envious of him making eyes and flirting with the waitres. Not embarrassment for expecting something more from his brazen invite to dinner with you.

So, by then you’ve had a bit to drink. Okay, a lot to drink. Just enough to drink to have you stumbling on the center dance floor that garnered the attention of prying eyes. At that moment, nothing really mattered. You knew where lines lie, but lines eventually blur.

One second, you’re alone swaying to Britney Spears’ “toxic”, another second, Seungcheol’s crotch is up against your ass. It was a nice sentiment since you were definitely craving a bit of attention tonight, although you weren’t sure if you could look your friend in the eye again after that. Fortunately for you, it only got so far until a shapeless, but familiar, body pulled you away from the scene, forcibly putting you away in a bright yellow car. With your many failed protests, they managed to reach the footsteps of your building and finally reached for keys in their front pockets to open up your apartment.

“Hold still. Please…God, I am not sober enough for this.”

“Soonyoung….” You whined like a lost child.

He gripped you tighter by the arm to lock you in place, preventing you from falling. He was used to being taken care for and the grass was not greener on the other side. He has a lot of people he needs to apologize to. “Almost…okay, okay. I’m in. Go. Go shower and sober yourself up.”

You tugged him at the wrist, pulling him towards you. “Shower with me…”

He scoffed, a smug smile forming on his face. “You have no idea what you’re saying. Go before I make you, and I really don’t wanna have to make you.”

“Fineee…”

Logic flew out the window tonight. Not paying it a second thought, you began stripping yourself of your clothes in the middle of the living room, from socks to immediately your shirt. Soonyoung’s eyes nearly shot out of his skull as he scrambled to cover you in your abandoned shirt before it almost hit the ground.

“Undress in the bathroom please.” Even in your intoxicated state, you could feel the tension of his muscles brush against your back, causing the heat to creep up on your skin.

You let yourself melt into him giggling, turning your head back to meet his cautious eyes. “Maybe you’d like to help with that.”

You can see the bit of shock in his eyes, fluttering back to something more composed once he internally reminded himself this was the ramblings of a drunk person. “You really don’t know what you're saying.” He then pushed you inside the restroom, holding the door by its knob, “Shower and brush your teeth. I’m not letting you out until I’m sure you’re done.”

“Soonyoung…”

“Please, just do it.”

Eventually, he finally convinced you to do as he asked and he hears the shower running, but a mere second later a thud follows. You busted out in a fit of pain, slipping on the already wet floor and immediately your roommate comes running in concerned. “What happened?”

He turned his head the second he processed your fallen body on the ground was bare naked. Shower water poured down on your head, drenching you from head to toe, and glistening your body like a wet dream. Your eyes lit up at him in a timid demure, barely covering your intimate parts with your arms and hands. He coughed dramatically, pinching himself to find restraint, and repeated his quarry of concern with avoidant eyes before you pointed out the obvious, “I fell.”

“Hold on to the rails, that’s what they’re for,” he groaned.

“Sorry.”

He sighed, slightly glancing. “Do you need help?”

You shook your head even when he wasn’t looking. “No, I think I’m good.”

“Good. Just be careful and tell me when you’re done.”

And you’re alone again.

You pulled yourself up from your pathetic state and then the warm water run through your features, letting out a loud sigh. You finished up the best you could, ridding yourself of a night full of grime. Grabbing a towel on the rack, you wrapped it around your damp nude before letting Soonyoung know from the other side of the door. He finally let you free from his handmade prison before watching you go scurry to your bedroom in a concoction of drunken embarrassment.

You muttered to yourself scoldings for letting something like that happen, clenching your legs together in bed the moment you hear his round of shower hit the tiles through the thin walls. A groan unexpectedly sounds off abundantly clear, and your shameless thoughts take action while he’s preoccupied.

Still naked, you let the towel fall to the ground and you crawl under the sheets of your bed, not caring in the slightest about your hair getting your pillows wet. Your hands slowly trail down to your chest, ghosting over your skin until the pads of your fingers finally found what’s between your legs. You moaned at your self-discovery. Filming your fingers with your filthy arousal, a smile derived from self-indulgence shaped on your face. There you let your fingers slide between your folds and you shudder.

Meanwhile, Soonyoung couldn’t get your image out of his head. The glimpse alone was enough to make him think of you in compromising positions. Lips around his angry stiff cock, your tongue sliding against the veins of his shaft. He’d then hear the wet suction, the vibrations of your mouth humming around his skin, moaning his name like the perfect dessert you were. He groaned again to himself, pressing his length against his abdomen, not thinking you’d hear.

But you do. In fact, it’s so coherent, it makes you wet enough seep past your thighs, trailing down your legs. Your fingers plunged in you deeper while the palm of your hand rubbed against the shape of your clit. Your hips heave up from the mattress, pressing deeper into your palm as the image of Soonyoung’s face stayed a constant in your intoxicated head.

Soonyoung could hear your moans through it all, even if you didn’t think they did, and you only further fed his imagination. He braced against the wall behind him, thrusting into his fist with gritted teeth. The squeeze he had on his girth was merciless and all he had to rid of his overwhelming sin. In his head, you batted your pretty eyes back him, trailing your hands over his body, mouth gaping that looked ready to be filled one way or another. He threw his head back, whispering your name softly. “Oh, baby…you look so good swallowing my cock.”

You felt tears soak your eyes, swallowing a desperate breath.“Mmh, fuck…just like that please…”

“Gonna fuck your pretty pussy…” His thrusts roughly pulled himself at his base, clenching the life around it.

“You’re so deep, fuck, you feel so good—“

“You’re gonna make me cum—“

“Shit, I’m gonna cum—“

“Shit—“

Simultaneously, you both were freed of your tension, a sudden release of breath escaping your lungs. The spilled cum fell at Soonyoung’s feet, melting in the heat of the water before it followed down the drain, while you fell slumped in bed in your own filth. You lazily reached out for your towel to clean the rest of the mess, tore away your dirty sheets, and settled into a tired slumber.

Soonyoung, overwashed with shame, hung his head down as he quietly cursed to himself. He shut off the shower head and reached for his towel. He finally concludes this evening, having taken a load off. There wasn’t much left on his mind that night, only teh thought of wanting it to be over.

The morning comes sooner than you realize and you find yourself at the mercy of a shirtless Soonyoung like most mornings, except this time he wasn’t doing pull-ups. Instead, he walked to you, a vigor to his stride and he decidedly met your eyes, while you were still focused on his body.

“You’re not very good at hiding things,” he said with a knowing smile.

“Soonyoung—“

“Should I just give you what you want? Should I fuck the shit out of you until all I can hear is my name?”

An answer was caught in the tightness of your throat when he lifted you off the ground and instinctively made you wrap your legs around his bare torso. The heat of his body is all you could focus on until he planted you flat on your kitchen counter, parting your legs to reveal the sudden bareness beneath your oversized t-shirt.

He licked his lip, tensing up his abdomen excitedly before he found home between your thighs. Your fingers threaded through his hair, crying out in soft breaths, and pulling his head back to meet his pretty eyes glossed over with lust.

He mumbled into your skin, specifically one thing. And he said it over again and over again. Unable to make out what he says, you asked him to repeat it more clearly. It was then he rose up to the surface, a sticky sweet sheen of your arousal in his lips before he drew them close to your ear. His breath fanned your skin, shivers running down your spine, and finally what he says makes sense.

“Wake up.”

Your eyes ripped open like the ground beneath you should’ve. You ran a hand over your face, groaning at your own dismay. “What the actual fuck…”

It took a minute for you to pull yourself out of bed, groggy and with a raging headache to blow over throughout the day, only to be met with nearly an identical circumstance you met in your dream. Your roommate’s bare back stared back at you as brightly as the morning sun. You shrunk back at the reminder of your dream, walking on eggshells towards him to reach the fridge. “Morning.”

Soonyoung coughed on his water recognizing your presence, timidly greeting you back.

“Plans today?” You asked.

He nodded, “Yeah, classes in the afternoon.”

The silence couldn’t be more deafening.

“You.”

“Yeah, me too. Will be back at home at 9 after work.”

“Cool.”

And soon you parted, embarrassed that encountered ever happened.

The rest of the day, there was much of seeing each other like most days, but this particular instance felt there was more of a reason to it. Even when it came around to your mutually available time at lunch, you made the extra effort not to run into him. How could you?

After making a pass on him and making the half-conscious decision of touching yourself to him while he was in the shower?

You’d be insane to go about things as if they were normal. They weren’t.

When you came home that night, he was home like he always was, yet nowhere in sight. You knew he was home when you noticed his bike locked up where it normally was and shoes placed at the front of the door. You were tempted to call out his name but refrained when you reminded yourself you were yet ready for that confrontation yet.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t have a choice in the matter as Soonyoung seemed to be already walking out of his room, shocked to see you actually home despite it being the time you said you’d be home by. “Hey…”

“Hey.” You let your stuff down before heading to the kitchen. “Did you eat yet?”

“Uh, yeah. I got pizza with a few Chan and Seungkwan.”

“Cool. I’m just gonna make myself something real quick.”

“Alright.”

“Did you need something?”

“Hmm?”

You pointed to his door. “You came out of your room.”

“Right,” he quickly scanned the floor before claiming nearly finished bottle of water on the couch's corner table. “W-water. I got thirsty.”

Obviously, it was an excuse, but you weren’t going to point it out with your lack of backbone. “Okay, well, I’m out here if you need anything.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Before he retreated back to the room, a halt was squeezed out of your throat, catching him in his eager steps. He turned to you with unfocused eyes, hard swallowing in an attempt to calm himself down. “What is it?”

“I need to get this off my chest. Yesterday…I’m really sorry for everything yesterday.”

He sighed. That’s what all that was? “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Also. Shit, um. I don’t know why I’m saying this because it's not like it matters. Well, it does a little bit. It could totally come off wr—“

“Hey,” he interrupted, “I doubt it’s as big a deal as your making it out to be, and I’m okay with not knowing.”

“But you should know actually.” You steadily approached him, letting out an exaggerated exhale. “Yesterday, you were showering and I don’t know what got over me. Well, I was drunk, so I guess there was that bit. Anyway, I heard you, you know, and I guess I—“

“Touched yourself when I was in the shower?”

You shut your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. “Okay, we’re getting right into it, but yeah. It just felt weird not telling you, I just—“

“You knew I was masturbating?”

“Well, yeah? It was obvious if I’m being honest. Not the point. I invaded your privacy and indulged in it. I don’t know, maybe it’s been a while since…I just want to apologize.”

“For what, overhearing me whack myself off,” he took a step closer, eyes a lot like your dream meeting yours, “or for cumming to the thought of me?”

You breathed out through your nose. In and out. Your eyes for the life of you could not stay steady. “B-both?”

“If we’re being honest here, I should come clean too, shouldn’t I?”

Your hand steadied on the couch, almost letting the force of gravity pull you down along with your sanity, but tried maintaining eye contact as if that would change the dynamic even a little bit. “About what?”

Soonyoung finally found the humor in the situation to smile, one that caused the stagger in your step. “About how your face would come up when I touched myself in the shower.”

“Soonyoung—“

“You can be mad at me, but I won't be mad at you for doing the same thing I did. I don’t regret it because that was the best orgasm I’ve had in mon—“

You silenced his lips with your own, launching you into him until all you felt was the heat of his furnace of a body. His hands claimed the small of your back before pressing your curves into his hollows. He received your lips feverishly, moving against you as if in heated debate, and crashed your body into the furniture closest to you.

“Didn’t know you were this eager,” he mumbled, “you should've told me.”

Your hand gripped his hair, your teeth taking his bottom lip between and pulling, emitting illicit whines that filled your stomach with warmth. Your leg propped to his side, embracing him hungrily there wasn’t even space to breathe. His hips knocked back into you, his bulge grinding against your clothed heat as he arched you over the back of the couch.

“You’re a bit mean. I like that.” He giggled.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

“May I remind you, you kissed me.”

“And I can back out right this second.”

“Oh, but we can’t have that,” he utilized his upper strength to lift you off the ground looped tightly around his torso, a gasp leaving your lips. You reunite with his eyes that are now leveled with yours. You’ve looked into them before but it shocked you with how dark they are, how earnest they look. “You see it, don't you? How much I want you? I see it in your eyes too.”

“T-this a tactic you use on all people you sleep with?”

He shook his head. “Just you, and only because I really want you.”

Your hand planted against his cheek, the curve of your palm hugging his jaw. His breath hitches from the mere tenderness in your eyes. His body has ever only told him he wanted you carnally and raw, but that gaze. If he could just bottle that gaze and show off like a trophy.

Your hand crawled over to the nape of his neck, there your digits ran up his hair, pushing him innately close to you, and you whispered cautiously, “We can never tell the others.”

“I’ll take this to my grave if it’s what you want.”

You nodded. “Good boy.”

He transported you to his room, dropping you on his mattress with him to follow. Your lips stay glued together a perfect mold, tongue clashing in a union that you’ve only even dreamt of having. Soonyoung only briefly pulled away to reveal his torso. He was firm, flushed to the touch, and heaving under the heat of your palm.

You gasped as he pressed his body against your touch, smiling against your skin as he asked if you liked what you were seeing. All you could do was nod, somehow lost in the trance that you never wanted to escape. His mouth took your neck, roaming starved as his hands undressed you down to your underwear.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He slipped you out from your sleeves and made skin contact. Chest to chest, waist to waist, hips to hips. You sense his want through touch alone and for once being wrong felt so incredibly right. What a relief to know, he felt what you did. “I never wanted someone this badly before.”

“Soonyoung…”

He nipped your neck, teeth scratching against your skin. “You say my name like that, I’ll have no choice but to ruin you. Be careful around me. Or don’t. I’d show you a good time either way.”

“You’re—mmp—such a…ah—s-sweet talker.” You could hardly talk back. He made love to your skin as if he’d done it before, touching every pressure of your body like a skilled lover, both attentively yet without remorse.

“I’m only saying what I’ve been thinking. Like how desperate I am to feel myself between your thighs.” He tugged down your underwear to your feet and let the fall to the ground, allowing your legs to hook around him. “Or how your lips taste like caramel coffee, the candy you eat every time you need a ‘pick me up.’”

“You pay attention to that?” You asked, fiddling over the button of his pants.

“I don’t make an effort to, I just do.” He found your hands, aiding you in your efforts, soon you heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor. He held your gaze still, guiding your hand over his hard cock, taking from the base up to the shaft. You swallowed memorizing his shape, his length, his weight. There was so much you wanted to be able to share with this part of him alone. “Now it’s your turn to pay attention to me.”

Your lips stretched over your cheeks. “What makes you think I don’t?”

You trace over something particular with your other hand, something that bulges at you even with his pants on. You lifted yourself to sit up, folding your calves behind your thighs. Stroking his length with one hand, you admire your veins leading down his lap with the other. “I’ll have you know, my patience is admirable. It took a lot within me to blatantly ignore these pretty veins you have on your stomach.”

“Someone’s never called them that before,” he chuckled, “no one’s even acknowledged them before.”

“I guess no one’s been privileged enough to see them as often as I do. Lucky me.” You thumbed over the blue, scrapping over its stroke as you lowered your head and your lips wrapped around the head. You covered his underside, tugging your lips around him, and watching his jaw drop lower when you began covering more of his length.

“I’m the lucky one,” he acknowledged, his hand dropping to the crown of your head before caressing the length of your hair. “You should see how good you look sucking my dick right now. I’m never gonna see this image without wanting to cum on the spot.”

You steadied yourself at his hips, tongue gliding over the underside, and you hugged your cheeks tighter around his girth. Eyes fluttered back at him, and you wretched to take more of him, already felt him hit the back of your throat. When you heard him moan, it fed you more encouragement, giving your best efforts to fit all of him. You coughed at the tightness in your throat but remained resilient. The vicious substance of your saliva coated him from tip to base as your hand stroked him repeatedly, pushing him deeper into you until your vision grew weary.

Soonyoung told you to take it slow, stroking the back of your head with a gentle hand. You inhaled him for as long as you could, the sounds of your efforts growing dim the deeper he made it past your mouth. Ultimately, tears ran down your cheeks, oxygen cut from your airways, and you felt no choice but to pull him out, resting his cock between your fingertips as you gasped for breath.

That breath was quickly stolen when Soonyoung dived in to claim it, his body caging yours. His weight against yours was comforting, enticing, addicting. He moaned your name sweetly like a song, and it filled your stomach with embers of desire. “You’re so hot…I’d make you do that again if I wasn’t worried about killing you.”

You pathetically scoffed in an attempt to cover up discomfort. “That? Pff, I’m fine.”

He grinned, kissing you long and deep. “You’re so cute when you lie. I’ll make sure to return the favor now.”

Pulling at your thighs, he dragged them towards him, barely touched your eager heat, and his twitch urging you to pull him close. He leaned over somewhere behind you to tear open a condom, rolling it over himself. As he drew closer, so did you, feeling the inviting head of his cock glide over your wet cunt, you trembled in thought. Soonyoung, just—

“Put it in me.”

“Now, now. I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled cheekily.

“Soonyoung,” You whined.

Your impatience is rewarded when he plunged himself in slowly, but completely, embracing the stretch of your walls as he filled you out. “So…needy...”

His initial thrust is deep, strong, and then he landed another, quickly adjusting to the plush of your pussy. You held your thighs back to your chest, and spread your legs wide for him. Your pretty lips weren’t shy with praising him, asking him for more of his pretty cock, and earning just as you ask. “You’re mind-numbing, shit…what a good fucking pussy…”

“Your cock’s so g-good in me…you feel so good inside me, Soonyoung…”

“Fuck, say my name like that again.”

He flipped you on your stomach, pressing his fingers into your as he found his pace from behind you, ramming into you until your cunt has tasted every inch of his cock. You gasped as his hand maneuvered you to push back against him, like a toy to be played with he used every bit of you, your energy, your sexuality, and he embraced it. You felt amazing.

“Soonyoung, I’m—ah—I’m gonna cum.”

“You’re gonna cum around my cock? Hmm? Is that it? My cock fucking you that good?”

You bit into your lips nodding, the urge to respond before the wave of arousal crashed into you. You were clenching your stomach as his name came in tidal waves, grinding towards him to prologue the high. Loudly, you cursed, balling the sheets underneath you into fists.

Soonyoung nodded proudly, the shaky view of your body trembling beneath him fuels his ego and it’s not long before he orgasms, filling the condom until it nearly burst. He pulled out of you finally, quickly discarding the trash before he joined you in bed, hugging your fatigued body to his side and there was silence. Only silence.

And breathing. Mainly Soonyoung’s. And that went on for a good fifteen minutes until someone spoke again.

“I’m glad I waited for that.”

You looked up at your roommate curiously, the smile on his face felt warmer every time you saw it. “What was that?”

He met your gaze, hand softly moving over your hair. “I feel like I’ve gotten closer to you. I always wanted that.”

“Really?”

He nodded, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Who knew sex would make us closer friends?”

Your body ran cold, in the distance you could hear the shattering of glass far off from reality. You stayed frozen under his touch as he embraced you closer to his naked body, hooking his chin over your neck. “We should do this again. I wouldn’t mind getting used to this.”

That’s what you were scared of. Getting used to this. To this arrangement. To the sensation of his cock inside you. To the sense that it’d never be more than you hoped it would be. You’d never have Soonyoung be yours, but you knew somehow you’d always be his.

#svthub #seventeen smut #hoshi smut #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung smut #hoshi #kwon soonyoung smut #svt hoshi #seventeen #seventeen hoshi #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #hoshi x reader #hoshi x you #hoshi x y/n

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zerosconsort · 7 months ago

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Zero's Fic Binding - Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe Tomorrow by @scifigrl47

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) – All Media Types

Ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Start Date: 4/12/24

End Date: 5/2/24

Pages: 433

On my list of fics to bind, Maybe Tomorrow was the one I saw the most clearly in my head before I started. I had an idea in my mind immediately - knew what I wanted the cover to look like, knew the chapter headers - the vision for this bitch was so clear the entire time I was working on it.

The fic is a an Annie retelling. I wanted the cover to combined a playbill vibe - pulling the city scape from some of the covers - and the Gatsby vibe. The Empire state building was my main inspiration - it combines those two thing brilliantly.

I could not find a skyline of New York that I like. So I made one. This cover is built out of MANY small squares that are masked behind other squares. There are…so many individual paces of this cover. It took me WAY to long, but I this was one of those times where I knew exactly what I wanted this to look like, and I did it.

Ok, let me nerd out for a second. Specifically I wanted the sun burst on the front - and on the top of the spine - here to look like some of the old art deco elevators floor indicators. The hollow gold really fucking pulls the whole cover together. The Broadway font, the hollow gold vinyl - honestly, this was my favorite cover. It's the most themed, that's for sure - and also the most detailed.

End pages are that lovely art deco arch. Commit to the bit. Can tell that the binding tape is a little thick/the end paper is a little to thin - so you can see them ghosting just slightly. Still, the shiny gold fans were fucking perfect.

Ok, moving on. The typeset for this chunky boy is also lovely. Every chapter has different top header frames. The Broadway style font for the headers and the drop caps are all gold.

This was my first try imbedding images into the chapters as well, relating them to whatever is going on in the fic.

Including the shot of my splash page too. I've started to define this a lot more now, but this was the first time I think I detailed this page this much.

This is one of my fucking favorite fics. I love everything about it - the plot, the character writing, the mood. Scifigrl47 was the first writer I tripped over on my way into the Steve/Tony fandom….fucking, what? Ten years ago? It's a pleasure to read their fics, always, and I'm ecstatic to have it on my shelf now.

If you somehow haven't read this fic, you're welcome.

#zeros fic binding #stony #ficbinding #steve rogers/tony stark #2024 bind #bookbinding #mcu #handbinding #steve/tony #stevetony #typesetting

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aventurineswife · 2 months ago

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Thought of a Zenless Zone Zero request. It’ll be with Nicole with a reader who was a childhood friend at orphanage. You know how Nicole came to love earning dennies? In the lore when trying to fundraise for dennies it’ll be changed to that you were with her throughout it all. The two of you would promise no matter what you two would always be with each other through thick and thin. Life had other ideas as Nicole was eventually adopted but left you with the first denny you two earned together. Timeskip to the current day and the reader became very successful but remembered their roots through that very same denny. The reader hires a team for some task in the hollows and it so happens to be the Cunning Hares. Of course you two recognize each other leading to a reconnection. You and Nicole would catch up and after many months of this you told her how you felt. You prove it by handing back the denny saying how you never forgot about her.

The Promise of a Denny

Summary: Years ago, you and Nicole made a promise—to stay together no matter what. But life had other plans, separating you when she was adopted, leaving you with the first denny you two ever earned. Now, as a successful individual, you unknowingly hire the Cunning Hares for a job, only to be reunited with Nicole. As old memories resurface and your bond rekindles, you finally confess your feelings, proving it by returning the denny that had kept your promise alive all these years.

Tags: Nicole x Reader, Reunion, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff & Feels, Second Chances, Promise Kept.

Warnings: Mild Angst (Separation and past hardships), Mentions of Orphanage Life, Brief Financial Struggles Mentioned, Emotional Reunion.

[Header credits]

The sound of laughter echoed through the dimly lit orphanage halls as two children huddled in a corner, a single gleaming coin sitting between them.

"We did it!" Nicole cheered, holding up the shiny denny like it was the most precious thing in the world. "Our first ever earnings!"

You grinned beside her, wiping the sweat from your brow. "Took a lot of convincing to get the old man to pay us for cleaning up his shop. But we pulled it off."

Nicole beamed, gripping your hands. "Promise me something, [Name]. No matter what, we'll stick together through thick and thin. We'll make something of ourselves."

"I promise," you swore, sealing the vow with a shake.

But fate had different plans. Not long after, Nicole was adopted by a wealthy family, leaving you behind. The last thing she gave you was that very same denny—the first of many you had planned to earn together.

Years passed. Life carried you forward, success followed, but no matter how much you gained, you never let go of that small, worn-out denny. It was a reminder of where you started, and of the girl who had once been your closest friend.

When the time came to hire a team for a high-risk Hollow commission in New Eridu, you left the details to your assistants. The last thing you expected was to come face to face with the past.

"Cunning Hares, reporting for duty!" A familiar, confident voice rang out, and there she was—Nicole Demara, standing at the forefront of her ragtag team, still as bold and mischievous as you remembered.

Your breath caught. "Nicole?"

Her eyes widened in recognition before a smirk curled on her lips. "Well, well, well. If it isn't [Name]. Fancy seeing you in a place like this."

The reunion was a blur. You hired her team for the job, but every moment spent together felt like slipping back into old times. Jokes exchanged, memories resurfaced, and soon, what started as mere business turned into something more.

Weeks passed. Then months. And as the days bled into one another, one truth became undeniable—you never forgot Nicole. And more than that, you never stopped caring.

One evening, under the neon glow of New Eridu’s skyline, you found yourself standing before her once more, heart pounding.

"I need to show you something," you said, pulling a small, timeworn coin from your pocket. The same denny she had left with you all those years ago. "I never forgot our promise. And I never forgot you."

Nicole's playful bravado faltered as she stared at the coin in your palm, realization dawning in her eyes. Slowly, she reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against yours.

"You kept it… all this time?" Her voice was uncharacteristically soft.

You took a step closer, swallowing your nerves. "Because I meant what I said back then. I still do. No matter what, I want to be with you, Nicole. Through thick and thin."

For the first time in a long while, Nicole was speechless. Then, after what felt like an eternity, she let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head.

"You really are something else, [Name]." A slow, genuine smile spread across her lips. "I spent my whole life chasing wealth, but somehow, you’re the one thing money could never buy back."

She flipped the coin between her fingers before pressing it back into your palm.

"Let's start fresh," she said, her eyes glinting with something deeper than mischief. "Together this time. No debts, no deals. Just us."

And with that, the promise made in childhood was rekindled—not as a distant memory, but as the beginning of something real.

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 2 years ago

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Wow! As the header says, my blog just went past 5k followers - I'd like to extend a heartfelt thank you to everyone who hopped on for this journey; I'm having the time of my life sharing my writing with you all.

In celebration and as a way to have a little fun - I'll be opening my inbox for a day and letting those who want to send in something fill it up!

Now, I know you're probably asking yourself 'Hal, I thought you said requests are going to be closed so you can finish the ones you have and work on the AUs?' And you'd be correct - I did say that. I'm not going to be writing full-length works for this event.

To anyone who sends something in (and follows the rules I have in place on my Request Form (be sure to check it even if you've already read it, I added some more characters and other stuff)) I'll be writing one-to-two page drabbles!

All this being said, after this post is uploaded I'll be opening my inbox up to anyone who would want to participate and closing it exactly one day after!

Thank you again for being the best community ever - I'm incredibly lucky to be surrounded by kind and respectful individuals as well as mutuals who are mind-numbingly sweet. I could not have achieved all of this without you; I think that's beautiful.

This post will also serve as the Masterlist for all of the expected drabbles, so if you'd like to keep updated on what's going to be happening/being written soon, this would be a good place to hang out!

ALL COMPLETED AS OF 11/5/2023

IMAGES USED: A black retriever in an extensive mountainous landscape by Maud Earl & L'angelo, la morte e il diavolo by Roberto Ferri || TOTAL: 5

➣The Perfect One

╰┈➤ ❝ [He stares at the rings under the glass with an acute narrowness to his eyes. He inspects every one as if a bomb might go off at any second, not missing a single detail in the metal.] ❞

➣Get In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Coming home with bruises and stitched wounds, you drag him into the bathroom to wash away the memories.] ❞

➣Hum Me A Tune, Blue-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [You listen to his heartbeat as he keeps you to his chest, his breath tickling your hair.] ❞

➣Here Now

╰┈➤ ❝ [He nearly misses one of the most important moments of your lives together.] ❞

➣Burst Veins

╰┈➤ ❝ [He never noticed you weren't behind him.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Fallen Angel by Roberto Ferri & Nature of Fear by Nicola Samori || TOTAL: 5

➣Nervous Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [No one understands how you two get along - not when you're so different. It makes you second-guess yourself. He notices.] ❞

➣Blood Like Obsidian

╰┈➤ ❝ [Simon can only fight against so many nurses as they shove him back from your operation room.] ❞

➣Supposed To Happen

╰┈➤ ❝ [You died and left him a child he had no idea existed. How can he even begin to try and understand?] ❞

➣Digging Gaze

╰┈➤ ❝ [You indulge in a one-night-stand after you'd both called it quits, only, it leads to more problems. When he sees you again, how will he react to the swelling of your stomach?] ❞

➣Sole Survivor

╰┈➤ ❝ [Your father died years ago, and so you fall under the stiff, and unyielding, protection of your Uncle Simon. But it's not all bad. He can be funny when he wants to be.] ❞

IMAGES USED: White and Black by Vadim Gorbatov & Saint Augustine by Philippe de Champaigne || TOTAL: 7

➣Didn't Mean It

╰┈➤ ❝ [Arguments are rare, certainly ones that leave you in tears.] ❞

➣Him, Her, and the Dog

╰┈➤ ❝ [The woes of pining after a woman whose deadly K9 looks like it hates his guts.] ❞

➣Drunken Sappiness

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can't say you've ever had a boyfriend as perfect as Kyle.] ❞

➣How Do You Listen To That?

╰┈➤ ❝ [It was three a.m. when you all got the call to load up, but what's the best way to wake both yourself and the Sergeant up?] ❞

➣Finally Broken

╰┈➤ ❝ [Childhood friends turned lovers. The realization was far more violent and instantaneous than you'd like to admit.] ❞

➣Don't Look At Her

╰┈➤ ❝ [The bomb starts ticking down, rapidly firing to zero. Gaz won't let Price near you. Not after he'd remembered the Captain's actions when they'd first met.] ❞

➣In His Head

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of his SFW and NSFW quirks.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Scene from the Great Flood by Joseph-Désiré Court & Saint Jerome in Prayer by Carlo Dolci || TOTAL: 7

➣Life Snaps By In Flashes

╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞

➣Heart-Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [Being a medic wasn't pretty, but when your boyfriend was the subject under your needle you can't help but enjoy his unwavering gaze. Today, he has something to share with you.] ❞

➣From Ten To Twenty & Beyond

╰┈➤ ❝ [You've known him ever since the incident on the playground, and now you can't help but imagine that same boy as you watch him make supper with flour in his hair.] ❞

➣Find Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're finally back in One-Four-One's hands, but that doesn't mean you're saved. Johnny tracks you down after a violent episode.] ❞

➣Still The Same Fools

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was always a rivalry between you two - that hasn't changed even if both of you have. Years later, the boiling point is finally met.] ❞

➣Is This Why?

╰┈➤ ❝ [He finally sees why you never introduced him to your parents.] ❞

➣Oblivious Pining

╰┈➤ ❝ [Johnny hangs off you like a silent beast. Not that you would notice, of course.] ❞

IMAGES USED: King Gustav III of Sweden and His Brothers by Alexander Roslin & Geography lesson by Eduard Karl Gustav Lebrecht Pistorius || TOTAL: 6

KEEGAN P. RUSS:

➣Paint The Dawn; Paint My Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [In the midst of war and death, there's little time for pleasure. All you had was a ripped-up sketchbook to call your own, its contents littered with the rough face of your comrade.] ❞

➣Hold Her Close

╰┈➤ ❝ [Keegan cares for his young daughter.] ❞

➣When The Fighting Stops & The Silence Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Continuation of (Don't) Go To War: the aftermath of recovery and a budding relationship.] ❞

➣Movies and Stale Popcorn

╰┈➤ ❝ [Oak and Keegan finally get to watch that movie.] ❞

DAVID 'HESH' WALKER:

➣To The Boy of My Childhood

╰┈➤ ❝ [Ten years came and went fast, but the memory of the Walker boys stayed. One more than the other. You never got to tell him you loved him.] ❞

➣Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

╰┈➤ ❝ [If this wasn't enough to prove that you were the only person for Hesh, you didn't know what did.] ❞

IMAGES USED: Saint Catherine of Alexandria by Caravaggio & Amor Vincit Omnia by Caravaggio || TOTAL: 17

CAPTAIN JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH:

➣New Paint

╰┈➤ ❝ [Fighting to forget you, MacTavish finds comfort in whoever he can. Yet, like the layers of paint on the walls, it always peels back to you.] ❞

➣A Song of Gnashing Teeth

╰┈➤ ❝ [There was never a day where the two of you weren't butting heads - everyone was at their wit's end. Of course, you would both be forced to cooperate at some point.] ❞

➣Listen To My Voice

╰┈➤ ❝ [He orders you to focus on him as the sounds outside the cell get closer. He promises nothing will happen to you. You know he's lying.] ❞

➣Look At The Stars; Look At Me

╰┈➤ ❝ [Stargazing in the middle of an overgrown and wild glade.] ❞

➣Alive and Breathing

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're sick. Very sick. John takes drastic action.] ❞

➣I Can See It In Your Eyes

╰┈➤ ❝ [It's finally time to meet the family.] ❞

➣A Green-Eyed Monster

╰┈➤ ❝ [You'd slept together, sure. No strings attached. Then why are you trying to make him jealous? Who cares, the point is that it's working.] ❞

SERGEANT GARY 'ROACH' SANDERSON:

➣Dance With Me Before The Chill Sets In

╰┈➤ ❝ [Tired? Yes, but he's never too tired for you and your loveliness. But maybe you need to remember to lock the door when you're home alone.] ❞

➣Raining Cats and Dogs

╰┈➤ ❝ [Roach has a deep love of storms.] ❞

OPERATION OFFICER ALEX KELLER:

➣Bright-Eyed History Lesson

╰┈➤ ❝ [A librarian with a fascination for war history and a soldier who loves how her eyes light up. Like a dog, he can't stop himself from coming back; smiling like a fool.] ❞

COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS:

➣Hold Me Longer

╰┈➤ ❝ [Mornings spent in the sanctity of warm sunlight and bare skin.] ❞

SERGEANT MAJOR RODOLFO 'RUDY' PARRA:

➣A Love Like Ours Makes Us Strong

╰┈➤ ❝ [Rodolfo came back, alive but bruised. How do you explain how terrified you were?] ❞

COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES:

➣Sleeping On The Porch

╰┈➤ ❝ [As it turns out, your husband never really died. It's safe to say you're not overjoyed.] ❞

➣Love Echoes In Silence

╰┈➤ ❝ [You can feel him watching you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small smile. Humming to yourself, you listen to the birds outside the window.] ❞

SEBASTIAN JOSEF KRUEGER:

➣Ain't Giving Up My Pride

╰┈➤ ❝ [You get on his nerves, partially because you want to. But what happens when he finally snaps?] ❞

ALL 141 INCLUDED (SEPARATE):

➣Count The Hours

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of what the One-Four-One do on their down-hours with their Lovers] ❞

➣Wide-Eyed Panic

╰┈➤ ❝ [Why were you behind the couch?] ❞

#halcyone updates #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #cod x female reader #5k celebration #cod masterlist

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actual-changeling · 1 year ago

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A small 'this is how you use tumblr' for the people that haven't been here very long. These are in no particular order, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask them!

Since I probably did not mention a lot of things, you are welcome to add to this post with your own advice.

a) Reblog posts. if you like it, reblog it. even if you have zero followers and ESPECIALLY if it's art or writing of any kind. We will see the reblog in our notifications and that alone brings joy. One reblog can start a chain and push the post onto many people's dashes.

b) Tumblr is not a very functional website, if you want to survive without losing your mind, there are two things you need: xkit rewritten and dashboard unfucker. Play around with the settings until it is to your liking. Additionally, change to firefox if you haven't already and install ublock origin to get rid of ads, tracking etc.

c) If you go to your settings (account! not blog) you can find this under dashboard at the bottom. Turn off at the very least 'best stuff first' since that will fuck up your dash and not give you posts in chronological order.

The rest are a perfonal preference but it will keep your dash tidy and easy to control if you turn them off, too.

d) Apropos settings—get a profile picture, a header, write something human in your bio, anything. Otherwise people will assume you are a bot and block you on sight.

e) Blocking! Do it generously and whenever you want, this is how you keep whatever remains of your sanity. It's not a lethal offense, it is (usually) not even seen as rude or anything along those lines. You block people and they block you and everyone is happy.

f) Under account settings you will find this:

Just like with blocking, use both options to your heart's content.

g) Tumblr is not like other social media platforms, spam liking & reblogging and going three years deep into someone's account is NORMAL and encouraged. You can search a blog by post type, tags, or even go to the archive and scroll through the posts there.

h) Lastly—interaction. We already went over reblogging (I mean it, REBLOG), but there are also replies and asks. If you add something to someone else's post please behave like a kind human being and don't be an asshole; based on my experience, that's easier said than done. On top of that, the tags are ALSO used for communication, go unhinged, ramble, leave your thoughts, or simply use them for organisational purposes. Everyone loves a good insane tag wall.

An open inbox (either anonymously or with your blog attached) is to be used! Please send people asks if they have them active, use it like DMs or a comment section, use it to recommend something, ask questions, participate in an ask or prompt game—we love asks here.

(We do not like harassment in our inboxes, same rules as above.)

#alex yells at the void #tumblr culture #fandom culture #tumblr in a nutshell #how tf do I tag this. anyway #i know a lot of new people followed me after good omens 2 and still are #so this is for y'all!

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sharp-silver4795 · 6 months ago

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The Creepypasta’s Worst Injuries

I get some inspo from “HC Prompt” posts and that’s what I got going on rn!

⚠️DISCLAIMERS⚠️

BLOOD: Mentions of injuries (ofc), graphic details in some of them, and just blood. Weapons will be mentioned, including guns.

INJURY: the situation is explained and can be a lil uncomfortable- but idk. Severe injury or explicit imagery.

SOURCE: Some of these are product of self harm, betrayal, attempted murder, abuse, general assault, or common causes of death.

ALL SENSITIVE TOPICS WILL BE MARKED AHEAD OF IT!!!

Mild Mention > Detailed > Extreme Details > Sensitive Content

Proxy Behavior miscellaneous

Details of how the injury happened. Jumping, defenselessness, detail of scars and the origin of them. Extreme detail of how the injuries occurred, attempted murder, Marble Hornets Spoilers, ig? Car accidents/injuries

Wilson, Zechariah, Neon Spike, and Rogue will not be included. They’re too sheltered smh 🤦

Kat Hunter: he once got shot 7 times by a few police officers. The other proxies came to his rescue.

Kate the Chaser: once got cornered by Bloody Angel and Scarecrow. She ended up bloodied due to being scratched, hacked at, stabbed, and all sorts of things. The most prominent ones were on her face and thigh. Bloody Angel had kept grabbing her legs to keep her from getting away. Bloody Angel has claws. Scarecrow has gloves very similar to that of Rouge and clawed down Kate’s face. Kate’s face was exposed in the first place because she got hot and couldn’t breathe, so she was jumped basically.

Brian/Hoodie: Fell from a two story building… duh

Tim/Masky: got into a tussle with Alex…

Ticci Toby: Car accident. Even though he didn’t feel the physical pain.

Depression

graphic/horrific death, freak accidents, Self harm, attempted suicide, Religious stuff/demons, mourning

Nathan the Nobody: Masky rocked his shit.

BEN Drowned: accidentally electrocuted himself and couldn’t stop glitching and getting bent and twisted

Eyeless Jack: he dies by biting his own tail and literally exploding his organs-

Clockwork: she got skewered, but somehow survived.

Jeff, Jane, and Nina the Killer: burned alive ofc

Puppeteer: Liu wears a rosary to remember his mother…

Liu Woods: when he was alive, he used scissors to cut at his shoulders and chest. He cut at his arms, legs, and abdomen as well. He nearly bled out in his bathroom.

Zero: she stabbed herself with glass shards cuz she had a mental breakdown

Kagekao: purposely ran into oncoming traffic.

This is what happens when you mess with kids

severe injury/free amputation

Jason the Toymaker: kid ripped out a ton of his hair and made his head bleed

Laughing Jack: got his arms cut off somehow- they grew back tho

Laughing Jill: a parent hit her upside the head and her own chainsaw went through her chest and abdomen

Clumsy Bitches

Mutilation, stupidity , how the fuck did they survive this shit? segments of body being removed and explicit injury mention(?), Experiments, self inflicted injury

Ani the Wight: existing in summer heat

Chess Master: boinked his head, tripped, and landed on the grass… off of a 10m tall tree

Candy Pop: fell off a building. He’s clumsy.

Bloody Painter: he jumped off a building and landed safely, then stepped on a bear trap. How does that even happen?!

Bloody Angel: her whole thing is that she got mutelated into a monseter by a crazy circus… do the math.

X-Virus: while working on a project and it exploded in his face. So, he now has giant burn scars on his face, neck, and chest.

Judge Angels: Rouge kicked her ass and she has claw-like gloves. She ended up with scars on her face for a long while.

Scarecrow: Hoodie once cut her in half with a tree branch.

Doll Maker: Stabbed himself in the eye

Divider Creds: Sister Lucifer; adorneswithlight

Header Creds: ME!!!

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silver-the-pendejo · 24 days ago

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F1 Obssesed Reader :D

Reader x Linked Universe (mostly platonic and shennanigans) Yes, I made it heacanon's :D Reader is gender neutral No warnings except the FIA Words: 1874

You grew up watching Formula 1 religiously—blame your parents. They raised you on race weekends like it was gospel. While other kids watched cartoons, you were memorizing constructors’ standings and crying over tire compounds.

Your first words were probably “box box.” Your idea of bonding? Screaming at the TV over strategy failures with your parents. Now, you’re emotionally compromised whenever Ferrari gambles on hards.

Your loyalty to teams shifts based on your favorite driver, no questions asked. It’s not a betrayal; it’s just the natural flow of loyalty to drivers, not teams. “DRS is not cheating, you coward, it’s strategy!” You’ll die on that hill. Anyone who thinks DRS is cheating is absolutely wrong, and you’re ready to go toe-to-toe with them Don’t talk to you about Stroll or Lawson. If you hear their names in a conversation, you’ll go from calm and collected to unhinged in less than 5 seconds. Your temper flares, and the chaos unfolds. And don't even think about defending them. The conversation is over as soon as those names are mentioned. Somehow, you managed to build a full F1 car in Hyrule, using a mix of Sheikah tech and monster parts. It’s faster than anything anyone has seen before, and it doesn’t even look like it should be able to move as fast as it does. It’s loud, it’s terrifying, and half the Chain is terrified of it. "What did you even make? A monster?" Legend asks, more than a little shaken. You’re absolutely that person who can’t stop talking about F1 at any given moment. The Chain might be trying to make sense of your world, but you’re absolutely ranting about Leclerc’s tire management strategy one second, and the next minute, you’re throwing out statistics from Brazil 2022 like it’s your Bible. Everyone else might stare blankly, but you’re committed to the cause. "Okay, so... Max's pit stops were... chef’s kiss."

Arriving at hyrule

The first thing you ask upon landing in Hyrule—while still in shock and half-dazed from being ripped out of your world—is: “Wait—where’s the nearest Wi-Fi? The race starts in two hours.” The words come out like a reflex. There's no hesitation, no thinking through it. Is the end of a triple header, and you’re already panicking about missing it. A blond with heavy armor, who stands near you, blinks in confusion, clearly not understanding your urgency. “What starts?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion. You, already in full-on panic mode, voice cracking from the stress, explain in an almost frantic tone: “THE. RACE. THE GRAND PRIX. I NEED TO SEE IF FERRARI SCREWS UP STRATEGY AGAIN—OR IF WE GET MORE THAN 2 DNF.” You’re frantically scanning the sky, the land, every corner for anything that might give you access to anything that might even remotely resemble a way to watch the race. The panic settles in, as your eyes flicker to the unfamiliar surroundings. A group of men surround you, most of them with sword’s on them, some weird as fuck ruins and nothing that looks even remotely like a screen or a signal tower. And then the horror hits. “Oh god, there is no Wi-Fi here, is it?”

You, on the verge of tears, completely losing it at the absurdity of the situation, shake your head in disbelief. “HOW CAN THIS WORLD EXIST WITHOUT WI-FI? WITHOUT RACE COVERAGE? HOW CAN I WATCH MY BOYS RACE?!” Your brain is racing faster than an F1 car with the DRS on. You start pacing, tugging at your hair as the reality sets in: you might actually miss the race of your life. (Every race is the race of your life so you are exagerating a bit) The group of men just stares, slightly stepping away from you.

Race weekends are back

After weeks—weeks—of being with the Chain, adapting to a medieval world with zero Wi-Fi and even less understanding of modern technology, you’d nearly given up. You’d mourned every missed Grand Prix like a funeral, cried into Twilight’s shoulder over Ferrari’s probable strategy disasters, and screamed into the sky with such emotional fury that even Legend considered sending a prayer to Hylia on your behalf.

But then… salvation.

💡 The breakthrough came when Wild, bored and probably half-feral, wandered back to camp one evening with a ruined piece of Sheikah tech.

“I found this near the Zonai ruins. Think you can do anything with it?” You, already halfway into a rant about how Red Bull had to be sandbagging again, paused—snatched the relic like it was holy—and immediately got to work.

What followed was weeks of chaotic tinkering. You begged Four for help with the circuitry. You bribed Warriors into finding monster parts to enhance the range. You threatened Wild with no cuddle privileges unless he fetched more ancient screws.

And finally—finally—after your hands were blistered and your nerves shot, it happened.

The crystal blue flicker of a bootleg screen powered by Sheikah energy.

Static.

A signal.

And then—

The lights went out.Five red lights.And GO GO GO—

You screamed. The guys panicked.Twilight drew his sword. Wind fell off a tree branch. Wild dropped a plate.

Legend, deadpan: “What fresh demon is this?”

You were crying.

“I’M WATCHING THE RACE! I’M BACK, BABY!”

Wind

Thinks F1 is the coolest thing ever.

Constantly asks you to explain the rules, the overtakes, the tire strategies. He’s obsessed. He doesn’t always get it, but damn it, he’s trying.

You let him watch a replay once. Now he’s emotionally invested in every driver you support.

“Wait—WHY are they putting hards on?! Did Ferrari do the stupid again?!”

Fully joins in on your rants. He’s the ultimate hype man. Absolute chaos duo.

Time

Is constantly confused, but so supportive in the “I-don’t-know-what-this-means-but-I’ll-pretend-I-care” dad way.

“So… this driver… he’s fast?”

Nods politely when you go off on tire strategies, but he zones out after 30 seconds.

Thinks DRS is some form of ancient dark magic. You almost cried explaining it to him.

Confiscated your Sheikah stone once when you tried to stream a race during a meting with Lullaby

Legend

Hates how much he loves watching you rant about F1.

“You care this much about people driving in circles?”

Purposely mispronounces driver names just to get under your skin.

“Ler-clerk?”

“It’s Leclerc, you absolute walnut—”

But, deep down, he’s keeping track of the races just so he can fight you with actual race facts.

Will never admit he’s invested. But, oh, he is.

Twilight

Doesn’t fully understand F1, but he loves how passionate you are about it.

He listens to you ramble about constructors and tire degradation like you’re reciting an ancient prophecy.

“Ferrari did what?” he’ll say with a wicked grin, just to get you going again.

Sits next to you during replays. You scream, he nods.

You once cried during a driver radio message, and without a second thought, he handed you his pelt.

“I don’t understand it… but I’m here.”

Sky

Tried to understand DRS using bird metaphors. It did not help.

“Wait… the wings… open? Is it safe? It doesn’t sound safe—”

Always looks mildly horrified when you’re yelling at the screen. He’s concerned about your blood pressure, honestly.

Once tried to stop you from watching a race while you were sick. You nearly bit him.

Brings you tea and sits quietly next to you on race days, just in case you need someone to hold your hand when Ferrari inevitably disappoints you.

Warriors

Loves the drama. Does not care about the technical stuff.

“Wait, there’s sabotage? Political tension? Broken hearts and break walls?”

Treats every race like a soap opera.

“So this Charles guy—you love him, but he breaks your heart weekly?”

Gasps dramatically when someone retires from the race. Over-the-top reactions every single time.

Made you a jersey (after you explained what it was) with his own fake team name on it. It says “Team Handsome.”

Wild

Thinks the races are fun, but he’s here for the adrenaline rush.

You talk about “traction” and he’s nodding while doing donuts in your Sheikah kart in the backyard.

Doesn’t really understand your loyalty shifting between team's, but he respects it.

“So… we hate Red Bull this week? Cool. Noted.”

Got emotionally attached to a rookie driver once and now asks about them every race.

Hyrule

Tried so hard to understand it for you, but quickly gave up. Instead, he just brings you snacks.

Thinks the tire colors are for fun.

“Why are the soft ones red? Are they angrier?”

Watches you stress and yells “GO GO GO!” with absolutely no clue who’s racing.

Brings you a blanket when you scream at the Sheikah tablet because you’re cold and mad at Ferrari’s strategy.

Four

Once you explained “DRS is not cheating,” he immediately somehow built you a wooden model of an F1 car to demonstrate airflow.

Now he’s obsessed with F1, but from a mechanics standpoint.

He constantly asks you for more data, graphs, stats. Has a whole journal dedicated to qualifying times.

You: “Why are you like this?”

Him: “I just want to understand why your blood boils when someone pits too late.”

Once rebuilt the suspension system on your Sheikah car just to see if it would help with tire degradation. He’s in it for the science.

Bonus (a.k.a. Unhinged Quotes)

“If I had a dollar for every time F1 broke my heart, I’d have enough money to buy Sauber and fix the team myself.”

“FERRARI STRATEGY IS RUN BY MICE. MICE I TELL YOU. THEY PUT HIM ON HARD TYRES WHEN THE TRACK WAS LITERALLY MELTING.”

“This is what Lewis meant when he said ‘Still we rise.’ I’m rising. And I’m speeding.”

“I once bit a kid who said Mazepin was better than Mick. I regret nothing.”

“Fuck Lance Stroll. That man drives like he’s trying not to spill his iced coffee.”

"I have seen Deku Scrubs with more pace. I have seen CUCCOS with better spatial awareness."

“If Ferrari just listened to their own drivers, maybe they wouldn’t finish P6 every time.”

“Every week I think Charles is going to win and every week he gets violated by a tire call.”

“Why are the only people with a working brain in the Mercedes garage the coffee machine and Toto?”

“TWILIGHT, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND—CHECO DEFENDED FOR HIS LIFE IN ABU DHABI. HE’S A WALL. HE’S A SAINT. HE’S A DAMN MEXICAN MINOTAUR.”

“My kink is pit stops under 2 seconds. If you don’t get it, you’re weak.”

“I will never forgive the FIA for how they handled Abu Dhabi 2021. If they had just given me 5 minutes with the rulebook, we wouldn’t have had half the controversy.”

“I swear, if Ferrari gets another ‘strategic’ pit stop call during the race, I’m throwing my tablet out the window. Call it a ‘technical DNF’ on my part.”

“Ferrari’s strategy is like playing poker... but with no cards. No chips. And also, they’re blindfolded.”

“If the FIA had a brain cell, it would get lost in the parking lot.”

“If I had a penny for every time the FIA messed up a race, I’d own a private jet and buy out the sport. Then, I’d fire half the stewards.”

"If I were Checo, I’d have swerved into Max just a little. Just a smidge. A friendly little love tap… at 300 km/h."

“MAX VERSTAPPEN… REFUSED TO GIVE CHECO P6… AND FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT, MAXIMILIAN? A CHILI CHEESEBURGER?”

“Max won’t give Checo DRS but he WILL look at him like he’s the last Red Bull can in the fridge. Be so for real.”

I drop this here and go bullshit my way out of class, also ALMOST END OF SEMSETEEER RAAAAH. Also yes, this is because im gonna be put in withdrawal since not race next weekend Ok i dissapear to finish my projects and to droll over my food As always inbox is open, and yes person that is there waiting rn u are next :D LU Masterlist

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kiame-sama · 4 months ago

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nanamineedstherapy · 2 months ago

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Ooga Booga Choso, Shoko & Yuki: The Great Gas Chamber Incident

Previous Chapter: Ooga Booga Suguwu gets mated to Female Mowgli after Neanderthal BL Betrayal (Tumblr/Ao3)

Summary: Prehistoric, period-accurate Neanderthal JJK daddies courting you with grunts, rocks, & zero verbal communication. Just prehistoric buffoonery. A/N: OOGA BOOGA TRIBE, WE MEET AGAIN. 🦴🔥 Today, we answer the age-old question: What happens when the tribe idiot becomes the greatest breeding champion in history? This fic contains Neanderthal romance, scientific horrors, male manipulator (accidental), and the consequences of trusting a man with no thoughts, just vibes. If you think you’re ready for this chapter, you are not. 🔥 Shoko Experimenting Again (derogatory) Yuki Kidnaps a Man Just to See If She Can No graphic smut bcs I want to keep it general audience-friendly. Also, I'm thinking of doing more JJK characters in this AU & have added a new header below for who all I have in mind.

The tribe fears them.

Not in a "They are strong warriors" way.

Not in a "They are violent like Sukuna" way.

Not even in a "They throw rocks like Toji’s wife" way.

No.

The tribe fears them because they are insane.

---

Yuki is too powerful.

She fights men for sport.

She picks up large boulders just to see if she can.

She disappears into the mountains for moons and returns with new ideas that make no sense.

One time, she tried to tame a mammoth.

One time, she tried to train a bird to deliver messages.

One time, she tried to invent "thinking."

The tribe does not trust her.

---

Shoko is also powerful.

Not with violence.

Not with weapons.

But with science.

One time, she bled a man just to see what happened.

One time, she collected mushrooms and fed them to Gojo just to see if they were dangerous.

(They were. He screamed for three suns.)

One time, she set a man’s broken arm, but before fixing it, she broke his other one so they’d match.

The tribe does not trust her either.

---

Yuki and Shoko have one issue.

They are both unmated.

They are both feared.

And they are both very interested in the same person.

A poor, unfortunate soul who is not ready for this nightmare

---

He does not want this.

He is not special.

He is not strong.

He is just a normal man trying to live.

And now?

Now he is being hunted.

By two of the most terrifying women in the tribe.

---

The hunt begins when the man wakes up to Yuki sitting outside his cave.

Just sitting.

Smiling. Waiting.

This is bad.

Then he turns his head and sees Shoko also sitting there.

Grinning.

This is worse.

He panics. (Why?)

Yuki grins wider. (Mate.)

Shoko tilts her head. (Experiment.)

The man whimpers.

---

Yuki lifts him effortlessly. (Strong mate. Make strong baby.)

The man squirms. (No. Put me down.)

Yuki grins. (No. I carry.)

She starts running with him.

The man screams.

The tribe watches.

Nanami sips water. (Unfortunate.)

Suguru’s feral mate cheers. (Woman too strong.)

Gojo cackles. (Yuki fastest hunter.)

Toji grins. (That boy dead.)

---

After Yuki drops him (too hard) back in his cave, Shoko leans over him.

She pokes his arm. (Hmmm. Bones strong. Good for future study.)

The man whimpers. (No study. Just man.)

Shoko grins. (No. Man is mystery. Need to learn.)

She pulls out mystery herbs.

The man screams.

Shoko tilts her head. (Why scared? I am healer.)

The man crawls away. (No. You both nightmare.)

---

The tribe is invested.

Gojo and Toji are taking bets.

Sukuna is laughing.

Nanami sighs. (This happens too much.)

Suguru’s feral mate is rolling in the dirt. (This funny.)

Toji and Sukuna’s mates grunt at him. (Accept courting.)

Meanwhile, Nanami and Gojo’s mates are busy chasing Suguru with a lizard the size of his body.

(Suguru is scared of Komodo dragons. He will take revenge by inventing dragon myths to get future generations to hate them too.)

---

One night, the man runs.

He sprints into the forest.

He thinks he is free.

But then—

He hears footsteps.

Fast. Heavy. Coming closer.

He turns.

Yuki is there.

Grinning.

Holding a big rock.

And behind her?

Shoko.

Holding mystery herbs.

The man screams.

And that?

That is the moment he realizes there is no escape.

Because Yuki and Shoko have chosen him.

And when Yuki and Shoko choose something…

They never let it go.

---

Choso is an idiot.

Not a normal idiot.

Not a fun idiot like Gojo.

Not a dangerous idiot like Sukuna.

No.

He is the tribe idiot.

No one listens to him.

No one takes him seriously.

He is Choso.

Choso’s life is simple.

He eats.

He hunts.

He sits by the fire and stares into the void.

He grunts things like, “Water is just sky that fell down,” and the tribe laughs at him.

He grunts, “What if fire is alive and we are its food?” and the elders banish him from meetings.

Once, he got his head stuck in a hollow tree for three days.

No one helped.

They left him there.

Because he is Choso.

Because he is the tribe idiot.

And yet—

Somehow—

These women want him.

But he’s not scared of the two chasing him.

He’s more scared of the one returning tomorrow from the forest.

Not because she’s strong.

Not because she’s insane.

No.

Because whatever she says is final command for Yuki and Shoko.

Not because she’s manipulative.

But because Shoko and Yuki are loyal beyond belief to her—and will slaughter tribes in her name if asked.

And after months of trying to mate, they’ve figured out they can’t get pregnant without a man in the equation.

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You are part of a mission.

A sacred mission.

A desperate mission.

Because you, Yuki, and Shoko want babies.

And Choso is the only man left.

Toji? Unhygienic.

Gojo? Too stupid.

Suguru? Insane and running a cult.

Nanami? Too smart to be tricked.

Sukuna? No.

Plus, the you and the others respect their mates and have bonded over hunting and eating with them.

That leaves Choso.

Sweet, stupid, harmless Choso.

He is strong.

He is healthy.

He is cute.

He is so dumb he won’t even question what’s happening.

He is perfect.

---

You prepare a plan.

You and the girls bathe and wear your best furs.

You approach Choso by the tribe fire.

He is sitting, staring at a rock like it holds the meaning of life.

You clear your throat. (Choso. Mate us.)

Choso blinks. (Huh?)

Yuki crosses her arms. (Make us pregnant.)

Shoko readies the stone to bonk him.

He runs away.

---

Choso is suffering.

Not in a normal way.

Not in a “I stepped on sharp rock” way.

Not even in a “Suguru is preeching again” way.

No.

He is suffering in a “three women are trying to mate him and he does not know why” way.

Choso has never been taken seriously.

Not by the tribe.

Not by the elders.

Not by anyone.

He is Choso.

The tribe idiot.

The man who once ate dirt because he wanted to know if it tasted different than mud.

(For the record, it did not.)

So when three women—the most unhinged, scariest women in the valley—suddenly start courting him?

He panics.

---

You, Yuki, and Shoko decide to be subtle.

(You are not subtle.)

You bring him food.

He thinks you poisoned it.

You praise his hunting.

He immediately assumes you’re mocking him.

You touch his arm.

He runs.

It’s painfully difficult.

Because Choso is tsundere.

Choso does not trust you.

Choso thinks you’re lying.

Choso thinks this is a prank.

(Once, Gojo told him rocks could lay eggs, and he believed it for two years.)

So when you grunt, “Choso, we want to mate you,” he just—

Squints.

Crosses his arms. (Why?)

You blink. (What do you mean, why?)

(Why me? I am... Choso.)

You and the others stare at each other.

How do you explain this?

That every other man is taken?

That you need babies?

That you chose him because he’s strong, kind, and secretly a good man?

That you think he’s attractive?

Yuki sighs. (Choso. We like you.)

Choso blushes. (…Lies.)

Shoko rolls her eyes. (We want you.)

Choso blushes harder. (…Joke?)

You grab his face. Squish his cheeks. (We. Want. Your. Babies.)

Choso short-circuits.

---

It takes days.

Days of breaking his tsundere defenses.

Of feeding him.

Of dragging him into your warmth.

Of kissing him until he understands you’re serious.

Then, one night by the fire—

Choso gives in.

Choso accepts his fate.

Choso breeds all three of you.

---

Four moons later, Choso wakes up.

Looks at you.

Looks at Yuki.

Looks at Shoko.

Looks at his entire life decisions.

Smiles.

---

At first, no one notices.

Then Nanami does.

Nanami—who already has a pregnant mate—recognizes the signs.

He stares at Choso.

Then at you, Yuki, and Shoko, who are eating an entire bull by yourselves.

Then at Choso again.

And then—

Nanami just nods. (Smart.)

Choso is confused.

Then—

Other men start noticing.

And the questions begin.

Gojo squints. (Wait. Wait. You’re telling me... Choso... is the father?)

Toji crosses his arms. (You telling me Choso... did what we could not?)

Sukuna wheezes. (Impossible. He is... Choso.)

Suguru, eyes dark, voice serious grunts.—(What are your secrets?)

Choso sweats.

Because he has no secrets.

He does not know how this happened.

And yet—

Now, every man in the tribe wants to know his ways.

---

Choso is confused.

Not in a “why rock hard but water soft?” way.

Not even in a “why do people laugh when I talk?” way.

No.

He’s confused in a “how did I breed three women in one night?” way.

It had started when Yuki grabbed him by the shoulders and sat him down. (Choso. We mate. Now.)

Choso paniced. (Wait. No think. Must prepare—)

Shoko pushes him onto the furs. (You will be fine.)

Choso does not think he’ll be fine.

He has no experience.

He’s only been kissed once before.

(And that was because Ino tripped and accidentally kissed his forehead.)

You sit beside him, tilting your head. (Why scared? You strong.)

Choso blinks. (…Strong?)

Yuki grins. (Yes. Strong. Big. Healthy. Good for making big babies.)

You trace your fingers over his stomach; your gaze reverant.

Choso is feeling many thoughts.

The tribe laughs at him.

The tribe calls him stupid.

But you three see him.

You want him.

And now?

He’s flustered beyond reason.

Choso grunts. (Okay. I do it.)

The problem?

Choso doesn’t know how to mate.

He’s too careful.

Too gentle.

Too soft.

Yuki scoffs. (Faster.)

Choso freezes. (Faster?)

Shoko rolls her eyes. (Stronger.)

Choso stares.

Stronger???

Faster???

You squint at him. (You scared?)

Choso gasps. (SC—SCARED?? ME?? NO!!!)

And that?

That’s when everything goes wrong.

To prove his strength, Choso panics.

And goes too hard.

Too fast.

Too strong.

Shoko chokes.

Yuki wheezes.

You lose your breath. (WHAT THE FU—)

Choso doesn’t stop.

He’s in warrior mode.

Sweat drips.

Muscles flex.

His tsundere brain shuts off.

He doesn’t slow down.

He’s determined.

And in his panic-fueled, idiot-brained logic—

He accidentally breeds all three of you in one night.

---

Next day, Choso wakes up.

You, Yuki, and Shoko are asleep beside him.

Choso stares at the ceiling.

Processing.

Then—

Choso realizes what he’s done.

Choso panics.

Choso sits up, looks at his hands, and grunts—(…Too strong.)

---

Now everyone in nearby tribes knows.

But his own tribe is confused.

Because somehow—

Someway—

Choso has achieved what no other man could.

And he’s harassed daily for a ted talk on mating, because Nanami refuses to give one.

Gojo stares at him. (You. Got. Three. Women. Pregnant. At. The. Same. Time?? Tell me. I’ll give you shiny rocks.)

Toji crosses his arms. (How. I’ll give you cooked meat.)

Suguru grips his spear, staring into his soul—(Tell me your secrets.)

Sukuna wheezes. (Lies. Impossible. My cousin is stupid.) Then drags him aside. (Keep it in the family. Tell me.)

Choso doesn’t know his “secrets.”

Choso doesn’t know how this happened.

Choso just wanted to prove he was strong.

And now?

Now he’s the greatest breeding champion in the valley.

---

Choso is not free.

He thought he was strong.

He thought he was a warrior.

He thought he was a man of power, a man of legend, a man who had won.

But no.

Choso is none of these things.

Because Choso has three pregnant mates.

And now?

Now Choso is a servant.

---

Choso wakes up at dawn.

Immediately, he is given orders.

Yuki grunts first. (GO. BRING FOOD. BIG FOOD. IF FOOD NOT BIG, I EAT YOU.)

Shoko grunts second. (ALSO BRING HERBS. STRONG HERBS. MAY KILL YOU. MAY NOT.)

You grunt last. (BRING FLOWERS. PRETTY FLOWERS.)

Choso blinks. (…Why flowers?)

You grin. (BECAUSE I WANT.)

Choso sighs. (Okay.)

---

Choso returns with meat.

Yuki squints. (NOT BIG ENOUGH.)

Choso looks at the giant animal carcass he dragged back. (IT VERY BIG.)

Yuki grunts aggressively. (NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR ME AND BABY. GO FIND MAMMOTH.)

Choso internally screams.

Shoko walks up, sniffs the herbs he gathered. (SOME OF THESE CAN KILL A MAN.)

Choso nods. (YOU SAID STRONG HERBS.)

Shoko grins. (GOOD. I TEST LATER.)

Choso internally screams again.

You approach, holding the flowers he picked.

You smile. (Pretty. Good mate.)

Choso melts.

He is weak for you.

He has lost all dignity.

But if you are happy, then maybe this suffering is worth it.

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Sukuna the Menace appears.

Sukuna squints at Choso’s suffering.

Sukuna grins.

Sukuna sees opportunity.

(HOW SAD. CHOSO NO MAN. CHOSO ONLY SERVANT NOW.)

Choso grunts back. (I AM MAN.)

Sukuna laughs. (NO. YOU IS LITTLE WOMAN. YOU DO AS TOLD. YOU RUN LIKE DOG.)

Choso grumbles.

Sukuna grins wider. (WHERE YOUR HONOR? WHERE YOUR STRENGTH? OH WAIT—YOU HAVE NONE.)

Sukuna snickers, fully entertained.

Then—

Then he makes a mistake. (WHAT NEXT? YOU MAKE FLOWER CROWN? YOU BEG FOR SCRAPS LIKE GOJO?)

Sukuna is smug.

Sukuna is evil.

Sukuna does not expect what happens next.

The pregnant army strikes back.

Yuki steps forward first. (SUKUNA.)

Sukuna blinks.

Yuki tilts her head. (YOU TALK BIG FOR A MAN WHO CAN’T HUNT WITHOUT HELP.)

Sukuna grunts. (I HUNT ALONE.)

Yuki grins. (NO. Your Mate hunts. You carry it back. Pretend.)

The tribe gasps.

Sukuna scowls. (LIES.)

Shoko steps forward next. (HMMM. I THINK SUKUNA NOT STRONG. I THINK SUKUNA JUST LOUD.)

Sukuna grits his teeth. (I AM STRONGEST.)

Shoko tilts her head. (STRONGEST? NO. IF STRONGEST, WHY YOU NO BATHE YOURSELF?)

Sukuna freezes.

The tribe gasps harder.

Sukuna’s own mate snickers from a rock, not helping.

Yuki smirks. (MAYBE SUKUNA JUST… NOT GOOD ENOUGH.)

Shoko nods. (YES. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. SAD.)

Sukuna glowers.

Then—

Then you step forward.

Sukuna braces for insult.

But you just look at him.

(…You lonely, huh?)

Silence.

Sukuna squints.

You tilt your head. (Want flower?)

Sukuna blinks.

Sukuna’s own mate is laughing.

Toji and Nanami’s mates are gossiping nearby, entertained.

Gojo and Suguru are throwing small rocks at him.

Nanami and Toji are drinking from a coconut, pretending to be gentlemen at a cricket match, but they are squating on the floor, and their loincloth barley covers anything.

Sukuna is realizing he has lost.

Sukuna leaves in shame.

Sukuna grumbles.

Sukuna’s mate does not follow.

Instead, she keeps gossiping with Toji’s mate.

(HE DESERVED THAT.)

Toji’s mate grins. (OH, ABSOLUTELY.)

Nanami’s mate nods. (FINALLY, PEACE.)

Sukuna sits alone, questioning his life.

Meanwhile—

Choso looks at his mates.

At his terrifying, powerful, unhinged, protective wives.

And for the first time in moons, he realizes—

He does not mind being a servant.

Because at least he is not Sukuna.

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A few moons later, Choso returns with fresh kill to the cave.

His cave.

His home.

His sanctuary.

And the first thing he smells is death.

Not normal death.

Not “I hunted and skinned a beast today” death.

Not even “Gojo forgot to wash and now the river smells like wet idiot” death.

No.

This is worse.

This is something unholy.

Choso steps inside.

His three mates are on their backs.

Groaning.

Miserable.

Pale.

Like they’ve fought a battle and lost.

Like the gods themselves cursed them.

They grumble in turns.

They fart in turns.

It’s organized.

It’s a system.

Choso freezes.

Denial comes first.

Maybe they ate something bad.

Maybe they’re cursed.

Maybe Shoko did something again.

But no.

Shoko turns her head, stares at him with dead eyes, and grunts. (You.)

Choso blinks. (…Me?)

Yuki groans. (Your fault.)

You burp aggressively.

Choso squints.

What?

What did he do?

His mates groan like dying animals.

The cave is a war zone.

The air is unbreathable.

The tribe will never let him live this down.

As they grumble, fart, and roll onto their sides, glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns, Choso is greeted by a wall of stench so potent it nearly knocks him backward.

You three are taking turns, as if it’s a competition.

One of you lets out a low, rumbling blast, and the other two groan in unison.

Choso stares, his expression a mix of horror and disbelief. (What going?)

Shoko looks up with watery eyes. (Choso… bad. The worst.)

Yuki clutches her stomach. (We’re cursed, my wives. Cursed by the gods.)

You point a shaky finger at Choso’s loins. (It was… that beast.) You manage to grunt before another fart escapes, shaking the ground beneath you.

His mates are suffering.

Not from pregnancy.

Not from sickness.

But from something far worse.

Gas.

Choso didn’t make a new generation of warriors.

He didn’t become the tribe’s strongest breeder.

He didn’t leave a legacy of power.

No.

He gave you three gas.

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A/N: If you guys don't want Choso in poly, I can give Shoko & Yuki their own readers (could be male, gay, or GN) if you want. So let me know.

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hey! I love ur writing sm and you seem rly chill <3

this is kinda specific so I understand if it's too constricting for your creativeness

I have a bucky x reader hurt/comfort request where she's an avenger and lives in the compound (everyone does bc the beef from cacw all somehow magically disappeared and the giant withered grape decided to mind his own business) and she was also experimented on by hydra. Basically enemies to lovers bc the winter soldier hurt her and she can't stand to see his face but he doesn't know that's why she's so curt so he just thinks she's rude. One night she has nightmares (bc ptsd obv) and bucky hears her screaming and begrudgingly goes to check things out and hears that she's afraid of/fighting the winter soldier and he wakes her up and comforts her before she realizes it's him and tries to push him away and some happy fluffy maybe angsty ending that resolves itself with cuddles with bucky maybe?

You Know What You Did » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what he did, but you know what he did.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, language, enemies to lovers, mentions of HYDRA, slapping (once), crying, nightmares, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You and Bucky have known each other since you were experimented on by HYDRA. Ever since you two were able to escape HYDRA, you’ve been avoiding him. You walk around hurt. Bucky has zero idea what he did. He just assumed that you’re rude.

You walked in the conference room, stopping when you seen Bucky. You sat on the opposite side of the table, a few seats down. Bucky rolled his eyes at you.

“Why is Y/N always avoiding you?” Sam whispers, leaning over towards Bucky.

“How the hell should I know?” Bucky mutters.

You glanced over at Bucky once or twice during the meeting, glaring at him. Bucky furrows his eyebrows at your gaze, wondering why you keep giving him dirty looks. After the meeting, you left the conference room before Bucky.

“Hey Wanda.” Bucky walks over to her. “Do you know why Y/N is always rude to me?” He asks curiously.

“No. Why would I know?” Wanda asks.

“You read minds.” He says.

“Y/N told me not to read her mind.” She says.

Bucky nods before walking away and going back to work. Bucky was working out in the gym when you walked in there. You stopped when you saw him. You walked past him, completely ignoring him. Bucky stared at you for a moment, narrowing his eyes at you.

“What’s your problem with me?” Bucky finally asks.

“Excuse me?” You asked, turning attention to him.

“What’s your problem with me?” He asks again. “I did nothing to you and you’re always rude to me.” He says.

“Like you don’t know.” You say, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I don’t know.” He says.

“Stop playing stupid, Barnes! You know what you did!” You say, raising your voice.

“Obviously I don’t! Care to elaborate on what you think I did?” He says.

You scoffed and shook your head at him. You rolled up your shirt sleeve, showing Bucky a scar on your upper arm from when he -the Winter Soldier- cut you while knife training during yours and his HYDRA days.

“You see this scar?” You pointed at the scar. “You cut me with a knife while knife training during our time in HYDRA.” You tell him. “Another time, you knocked me to the floor and made me hit my head on the floor. I can go on and show you more scars if you want.” You say.

Bucky shook his head no. He didn’t realize he- actually, the Winter Soldier was the one who did those things to you. That still doesn’t change how he feels about you.

“Now you know why I can’t stand to see your damn face!” You say.

You walked past him, purposely bumping into him. Bucky turned around and watched you walk out of the gym. Steve watched you walk past him in the hallway as he walked in the gym.

“Why’s Y/N so upset?” Steve asks Bucky.

“Ask her. I’d probably say the wrong thing and she’ll be even more pissed off than she already is.” Bucky says.

Shortly after the interaction you and Bucky had in the gym, he thought back to his HYDRA days. He tried to remember, but nothing comes to his mind. He doesn’t remember giving you those scars. He spent most of his day and nights thinking about it. Nothing about the scars and stories you told him rang a bell in his head. One night, he woke up from his dreamless sleep and remembered that he’s the one who gave you those scars and the trauma. To take his mind off of it, he decided to go to the gym to punch the punching bag since he’s not going back to sleep anytime soon.

As soon as he closed his bedroom door, he heard noises coming from your bedroom. Bucky walked over to your bedroom, which is across the hall from his. He pressed his ear against your bedroom door and heard you saying “Please stop.” in your sleep. That was enough to tell him that you’re having a nightmare. Bucky hesitantly put his hand on the doorknob. He debated whether or not to help you out or leave you alone. He decided to be nice and help you out. He quietly opened the door and closed it behind. The moonlight shining through the window showed Bucky that you were tossing and turning in bed. He sat down on the bed next to you.

“Y/N.” Bucky gently shook you. “Wake up. You’re having a nightmare.” He whispers.

When you finally woke up, you seen Bucky sitting next to you. You automatically thought he was the Winter Soldier, due to the nightmare you just woke up from.

“Stay the hell away from me!” You say, scrambling away from him.

Bucky turned the bedside lamp on before helping you.

“Y/N, calm down. It’s just me.” He says softly.

You breathed heavily as Bucky got closer to you. Out of instinct, you started hitting and kicking at him to defend yourself.

“Stop it.” He says softly.

Bucky grabbed your arms with his hands and pinned your legs down against the mattress with his legs to get you to stop hitting and kicking at him.

“Please stop. I can’t do it anymore.” You say, your voice cracking and your eyes tearing up.

Bucky seen the pain in your eyes. He felt guilt in his heart. He let go of your arms and got off of your legs. As soon as he let go of you, you smacked him across his face, hard enough to make his head turn to the side. Bucky will admit that he deserved that.

“What part of me not standing to see your face do you not understand?” You asked.

“I heard you having a nightmare. I wanted to be nice and help you out.” Bucky says.

“You’re way past helping me out, Barnes.” You say, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Can you set your hate for me aside for a god damn second so I can apologize?” He asks.

You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned your back against the headboard, staring at him silently for a few seconds. You nodded, waiting for him to proceed with his apology.

“I never understood why you hated me until yesterday. I just assumed you were just rude. I had no idea that I- the Winter Soldier was the one who was the one who hurt you. If I was in my own mind back then, I would have never done that to you. You have to understand that I was under HYDRA’s control when they made me do those things to you.” He tells you. “I am so sorry. I don’t expect you to accept my apology. I don’t expect you to forgive me either. I understand if you don’t want to be friends with me and don’t want to work with me.” He apologizes.

You have to admit that Bucky’s apology was heartfelt. You do understand that he was under HYDRA’s control when he did those things to you. Now, you feel bad for the way you’ve been treating him.

“I’m sorry too.” You apologized.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” Bucky says.

“Yes I do. I had so much hatred for you that I completely forgot that you were under HYDRA’s control when you did those things to me.” You say.

Bucky put a comforting hand on your knee.

“I completely understand.” He says softly, giving you a soft smile.

You gave him a soft small. You moved closer to him. Your face was closer to his. His lips were inches away from yours. Both of you closed the rest of the distance by leaning in. The kiss was passionate and sweet. His lips felt soft against yours. Deep down, past all of the hatred, you have feelings for Bucky. Bucky feels the same way about you. You two pulled away, gazing deep in each other’s eyes.

“I-” You closed your mouth, scared to confess your love for him.

“What is it, doll?” Bucky whispers.

You felt butterflies in your stomach when he called you doll.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” You finally confessed.

Bucky smiles and brought a hand up to your cheek, gently caressing it.

“I’m falling in love with you too.” He confesses.

You smiled and softly pecked his lips a few times. Then you two laid down. You laid your head on Bucky’s chest and he wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“Can we take things slow before jumping into a relationship?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I’m fine with that.” Bucky replies.

You smiled and snuggled yourself against Bucky. Bucky reached over and shut the lamp off.

“Goodnight, doll.” He whispers.

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You whispered back.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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