#and 2. A full arm bone connected to the side of the body (like a mannequin)
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#the locked tomb#ianthe tridentarius#uh#harrow the ninth#my art#the two designs I've seen most is 1. a stub with the bone in the middle#kinda like that lady with a machine gun for a leg from that B movie...do you know what I'm talking about lol#And that's not really that elegant imo#and 2. A full arm bone connected to the side of the body (like a mannequin)#It works and I think maybe canon is like that??? But I'm like...hnngg deltoids#anyways sorry for Ianthe posting#tw: body horror#?
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Chapter 3
Seasons
Matty Healy x f!reader
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Warnings: friends conflict? fight?, typos.
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Y/n stopped walking when a wave of anxiety overtook her body. She stared at him trying to decipher if he was, in fact, there –bone and flesh– in front of her. Her brain couldn’t understand.
Wasn’t he in LA? Did he lie to her? Did something happen? He was there standing, looking like a fucking god, making her head all foggy again.
George knew about this? Did Matty lie to her? Matty said he was going to stay on the other side of the pond for two months. One of the main reasons why she decided to go home for Christmas was the fact that Matty would not be there…in theory. Then, what the hell was he doing there? Why did he still have that power over her?
Y/n could sense how her anxiety started turning into anger. Why did he lie to her? Why couldn't she escape him as long as she wanted? Her head, her heart were a mess. He managed to make her a mess time and time again.
“Are you okay?” Matty closed the space between them, placing his hands on both sides of her face. His staring made her feel uncomfortable.
Y/n snapped out exclaiming, “What?”
“You zoomed out.” Matty stated, dropping his hands.
“What are you doing here?” Y/n spat.
Matty opened his eyes, shocked by her reaction, “Aren’t you happy to see me?” he chuckled lightly.
“You said…to me, you were going to stay in LA for two months.”
“You are not happy.” Matty’s words sounded more like a realization for himself than for her.
“Why are you here, Matty?” Y/n asked.
“I’m here- I- “he hesitated, not really finding the words. Y/n didn’t say a word, even talking was a lot at the moment. “I came to surprise Nadia for our anniversary.” he confessed, opening the cracks in her heart.
“And you didn’t know that a month ago?” she folded her arms together, searching for a barrier between them. Her sight fell, for a moment, on his exposed chest.
“I didn’t, I swear.” Matty tried to make eye contact with his friend, but Y/n refused.
“I don’t believe you.” she said, passing by him, making her way to the kitchen.
“Y/n!” Matty protested following her. “I swear I didn’t lie to you, darling!” he continued. Y/n kept her silence, pouring herself a glass of water. “Last time we saw each other I didn’t know recording would develop better than we expected.” he explained to her, standing a few feet away.
She hated how he had the power to ruin her holidays. How she internally gave him that power.
The girl truly believed he was lying, she knew him. Yeah, Matty was a spontaneous person but not when his anniversary was involved. Matty pours himself completely when he is in a relationship, he would never miss an occasion like that. He was full of shit with that one.
The fact that he was lying to her felt like a punch on the gut. Knowing he dropped everything for Nadia was another level of pain for Y/n. Inevitably, the intrusive thought came into her mind repeating ‘he doesn’t care about you’.
“Y/n!” Matty exclaimed, bordered by his best friend ignoring his calls. But she continued in silence. Y/n didn’t want to talk to him, not right now. Y/n didn’t trust herself with the battle taking place inside her mind. “Seriously?” Matty scoffed watching her leave the room.
Still, in silence, Y/n made her way to the kitchen table and Matty followed her. When the boy was about to talk again, G popped through the kitchen’s door connecting with the hallway. The drummer took in the scene trying to figure out what was indeed going on between Matty and Y/n. He couldn’t point out exactly what was happening, but the tension drove him to thinking that it wasn’t a cute reunion. He also felt guilty, he forgot to tell Y/n that Matty had showed up that morning without a heads-up.
“Hello.” George made himself present for them.
“Hello.” Y/n replied, giving him all of her attention.
“Really? Now you talk?” Matty was getting really frustrated and angry. Why was she so angry? He forgot to tell her his plans with his girlfriend, it wasn’t a big deal. Nothing made sense for the singer.
“Okay.” George started, dragging the letters as far as he could, uncountable with the silence treatment. “I don’t know what’s going on but-“
“Y/n is acting like a child.” Matty said, quickly, in a very bitter way.
“I’m being a child?” she reacted.
“Oh, now you talk to me?” Y/n looked at him blankly and then without a single word she changed rooms again.
“Care to explain what’s going on?” G carefully asked.
“Better not to.” Matty replied, in a lower voice, before he walked away.
George stood in the middle of the kitchen not really knowing which of them he had to follow or if he wanted to do so.
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Y/n made her way to the big couch. She threw a blanket over her body. Suddenly ��or not–, her head was pounding a lot. She was so over this stupid situation, Y/n was tired of her feelings and thoughts. Damn Matty, damn everything.
She heard heavy but yet light steps coming closer and closer.
George lifted her feet, so he could sit beside Y/n. He didn’t say a word for a while, neither did Y/n. He was very aware of the fact that his friend needed silence. Y/n broke it after a few minutes looking into a far wall, “I hate him.” she muttered from under the blanket.
“You don’t.” G didn’t skip a beat to contradict her.
“I do.”
“You don’t.”
“Are you going to tell me how I feel?” she said angrily, quickly regretting yelling to G. “’m sorry.”
“I’m not going to tell you how you feel, Y/n.” he said sweetly. “I’m telling you that I know you love him, above everything, he’s your best friend. And I get it, you’re angry or whatever you’re feeling, but I know you’d never hate him.” he explained.
She ignored his rant. “Why did he lie?”
“What happened?” George inquired.
Y/n made a little summary of their encounter. “Okay, I get why you’re angry. I also get why he’s angry though.”
“So, you’re taking his side?”
“Don’t act like a child, Y/n/n.” George scolded her. Y/n was ready to fight him when G added, “This is not a battle. You both are my friends, I have to be very partial about this, okay?”
‘Why is he always so rational?’, Y/n thought.
“Okay, yeah, sorry… I’m so stressed, and angry, and confused, and I hate him. But I get it.” she rubbed her temples feeling very tired even when it was just the middle of the morning.
“It’s alright, feel whatever you need to feel. I’m here.” George told her, which broke her hard front a little. She was sadder than anything else.
It was stupid, it was a little childish. Y/n knew it, and it made her angry too. But Y/n’s heart didn’t know how to proceed, she didn’t master complete her defences yet.
“I hate feeling like this.” Y/n said, sitting, looking at her friend.
“I know. Come here.” George embraced her into a hug. She needed that, a month away did her a lot of good, and yeah, she met new people who gained her heart, even though her family were the boys. She craved the comfort of her family.
George and Y/n stayed like that for a couple of minutes before George suggested they could watch some film a friend recommended to him, so they did.
Y/n passed out very quickly, G didn’t mind. She clearly needed to rest, and he wasn’t the one to object.
Minutes away from the end of the film, Matty appeared at the door of the lounge. He just stayed there looking at his friends, calmer, still angry with Y/n though. Matty wasn’t furious, he was frustrated with her. Her actions made no sense for him.
“Is she really asleep?” Matty asked in a whisper.
“Yeah, she was exhausted.” G answered, while he looked at her sleeping form.
“Did she talk with you?” Matty made another question and before G could answer he continued, “No- Wait- Of course she did, she talks with you always.” he spat.
“Mate…” G said in a warning tone.
“Yeah, whatever, I better leave.” he finally said.
They stopped talking, but Matty didn’t move a muscle. He kept looking at Y/n.
Why she has to be like that? Why she made a big deal out of this stupid thing? Well, no, his anniversary wasn’t stupid…just her being angry for what? He couldn’t understand, and he was annoyed. But overall, he loved her so much. Y/n was everything for him since the first moment he met her. Matty hated fighting with Y/n, it didn’t often happen, so he suffered a lot.
“Weren’t you leaving?” G took him out of his thought process.
“Yeah.” Matty replied, while he made his way across the room. Stopping in front of the couch where his friend lied. He knelt down, looking directly at her face. Y/n continued asleep, her hair all tangled in front of her face. Matty wanted to move it, although she’d wake up, and he wasn’t ready to talk to her. He only left a kiss on the crown of her head, slowly trying not to disturb her. Then, he left without a goodbye.
George looked at the whole scene, the film was long forgotten in the background. He followed with his sight the exit of his best friend, and then returned to Y/n.
“He left. You can open your eyes now.” the boy told her, she obeyed. Then, G regretted his call because Y/n’s eyes were full of tears. “Come here.” he embraced her in a second hug that day.
“I don’t want to feel like this any more, George. It hurts a lot.”
“I know.”
“I’m really trying, but he keeps doing shit that triggers me.” Y/n spoke her mind out loud. She was talking more for her than Harrison.
“I know it is easy to say than do, but you have to find a way.” G advised her. Y/n moved away from his embrace, and sit looking at her friend.
“I do, I’m trying to. This past month was challenging, but I was getting better and everything seemed coming together. But then- “
“Then Matty comes into your life again, and you give him the power to destroy you.” George said, making her look down a little embarrassed. “I’m- “
“No, don’t- You’re right. I’m being stupid.” Y/n wiped away the tears.
“You’re not.”
“Yes, I am. It’s okay.” she said before standing up from the couch. “I can’t continue like this.” she passed around the room.
“What do you want to do?”
“About him?” she asked, he nods. “I don’t know, I don’t want to think about it right now, I want to spend my free time happy not longing for someone that clearly doesn’t love me back.”
“He loves you.”
“Not in that way.” she answered bitterly. “I don’t care, I don’t care.”
“You care.” G folded his arms in front of his chest like a father.
“George Bedford! Not helping.” she whined.
“It does. Y/n, you can’t avoid your feelings, it’s not the solution.”
“It’s for now, please do me this favour. I want to have a good laugh with you and the rest of the boys. I want to be happy for a little bit. Please.” Y/n begged while she kneeled down in front of him.
“Why I can’t say no to you?” G sighted and Y/n made a little dance.
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24th of December
Matty couldn’t sleep, no matter how tired he was.
He did surprise his girlfriend, Nadia, although no matter how much he tried his mind was somewhere else. He wasn’t sure if she noticed and choose not to say something, or maybe his acting skills showed up.
It was 8 in the morning, he was lying beside Nadia, who was deep in slumber. Matty had his phone in hand as he scrolled through Instagram. Matty wasn’t sure if he was sadder or angrier. Starting with Y/n, following George, Ross, Adam and even Polly since they all uploaded photos of their night.
It seemed they spent the evening at his house, played games, watched a bunch of films and maybe drink a tad too much. They had fun. He was happy for them but sad they were when he wasn’t around. And he couldn’t be there, no matter how much he wanted. He was sure his only presence would make Y/n sad and angry, and that got him.
How and why everything I do somehow make her sad? What did I do? Why? He couldn’t answer any of the questions, droving him a little crazy. When did they drift so apart? He didn’t know.
Matty thought about the day he drove her to the airport, they were good. After her leaving the house during the quarantine, not talking too much but finally getting a good conversation and the hug they shared at the airport doors he thought that everything was fine again. Not excellent, but fine. Although everything went down the minute she saw him at his own house. Nothing made sense, minute by minute the questions were more and the answers less.
The big question was, again, when did we drift so apart? He needed to know, Y/n was so special for him since the first moment, he didn’t want to think of losing her. It would break him like no other things in the world.
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Matty left Nadia’s flat at 11 a.m., hoping Y/n were still at his house. He needed to figure this mess out. In less than 24 hours his friendship with Y/n took his entire attention, he even spent his anniversary thinking about it. He was a horrible boyfriend, but maybe ‘Am I a horrible friend too? Am I overreacting?’ His mind was so foggy that everything seemed doubting.
Matty entered the house silently, trying to notice if someone was up. Matty assumed they stayed up to pretty late hours so maybe all of them were asleep, and that seemed correct. Not a single noise could be heard. Matty entered the kitchen ready to make a cup of coffee.
He was reaching for a mug when someone made his/her way down the stairs trying not to make a single sound but at the same time quickly. Someone didn’t want to be found.
Matty heard that and ran, reaching fast the entrance of the house which was in front of the stairs. Y/n was about to open the door, a minute later and he would miss her.
“Wait!” the singer said a little out of air.
Y/n kept her back to him, her sight looked at the handle of the front door.
“Y/n, please. I need to talk to you.”
“Not now, Matty.”
“Please!” he begged. She turned around. He was clearly tired, the bags under his eyes gave her that information. He seemed vulnerable and weak in some way. Y/n wanted to hug him and lead him to a bed, but she was more whiling to leave than do that.
“I can’t.” she said, looking down.
“Why not?”
“I- We- It’s not the best moment.” she tried to come up with an excuse, although her head couldn’t think about a good one.
“Oh, come on!” he said a little angry.
“Matty, you are clearly exhausted. I’m too. We can’t really talk right now; we’d end up fighting and telling each other whatever comes up to our minds. That’s not a good talk. I’m not telling you that we’re not going to talk. I’m asking you for a bit of time.” she tried to resonate with him.
“Yeah, then you’ll avoid me and talk to George as you always do…” he was being irrational, he knew it. Even though, he was tired and desperate to know what was going on between them.
“That’s not fair. See? This is exactly what I’m talking about.” she said turning around ready to leave.
“Wait, no- I’m sorry. I’m an idiot, I don’t want to fight with you. “ Matty said while he hesitated about moving closer or not to her.
“I don’t want that either, Matty.” she turned around a second time that morning. “Please, do me the personal favour to go and sleep, then we’ll talk. I promise I’m not going to avoid you.”
“Okay, yeah, fine.” he ran his fingers through his hair, and before he could say one more word she was gone.
When did they drift apart?
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The noise of her phone going off woke Y/n from her nap.
She returned home and after a quick breakfast/early lunch she fell asleep. The girl was exhausted because she slept so badly. In total, Y/n slept 2 hours and woke every 15 minutes.
Y/n quickly looked for the little device in the darkness, it was pitch black outside too. While she reached for her phone, she guesses that it was past 4 pm. She did sleep a long nap.
“Hello?” she picked up without really looking who was calling.
“Did I wake you?” Matty said from the other side.
“Yeah, I just woke from a nap” y/n answered, trying to wake up a little more.
“I’m sorry.”
“‘s alright.” she said.
“Okay. I was, I was thinking that maybe- If you want- We could drive around like in the old days” he offered.
“Don’t you have dinner with your parents?” Y/n tried to joke.
“Yes, I do. This is more important though.”
“Matty…”
“C’mon…Denise will understand.”
“Okay, I want to take a quick shower and then I’m ready to go. I think I have time for th-“
Anxiously Matty cut her ramble, “I’m outside your flat”
“What?”
“I’m trying to get you to answer for like an hour.” he laughed slightly.
“I’m not that of a deep sleeper.” she said surprised.
“I know.”
“Well, if you want- you can wait here. If you want!” Y/n hated how awkward it was the conversation.
“It’s fine, I’ll wait in the car so you have to hurry up.”
“Okay, see you in a bit.”
“Bye.”
Y/n tried to hurry up as much as she could, at the same time trying not to overthink the situation. Matty was her friend, yes, she was still angry, but she had to remember her goals and the steps in the right direction she already took. The final goal was the most important: keep their friendship. Y/n had to remember she did all for her own good and for their friendship. She had to remember. Why it was so hard though?
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Y/n opened the car of the door and sitting inside. She kept her sight forward, looking at the car park. Not ready to look at him.
“Hi?” Matty asked.
“Hi.” she gave him a quick glance.
Matty cleared his throat, asking, “Did you eat?”
“What?” this time she looked directly at him. Why he was so handsome? Even in the worst light ever and with a plain blue hoodie. Damn boy.
“Did you eat, Y/n? You said you just woke from a nap.” he simply continued.
“Oh, no… I arrived home this morning and went straight to bed.”
“Okay, do you want something to eat?” Matty proposed, starting the car.
“Yeah, please.”
“Mc Donald’s?”
“Yeah, anything it’s fine.” she replied looking down.
“Didn’t you sleep last night?” Matty answered while he started the car.
“Not so good, to be honest…”
“Me neither.” he agreed.
Y/n frowned, confused, “Weren’t you celebrating?” she inquired.
“Weren’t you having fun with the boys?”
“Yeah, I just had something else in my mind when I tried to sleep.” Y/n’s tone was cryptic.
“Me too. What got you so angry? I don’t get it.” Matty couldn’t wait any further.
“Oh, we’re getting straight to business?” Y/n tried to joke.
“Y/n!” Matty warned her.
“I’m sorry, this is really uncomfortable. It’s a bad habit of making jokes during bad moments.” she quickly apologized.
“I know. Really what happened?”
“I don’t know…”
Matty knew her better than anyone, even better than G. “You do.”
“Fine, I do, but it’s kind of childish and- “
“Just tell me!” Matty insisted.
“I wasn’t expecting you there, and when you- when you told me why you came home…I got angry. You lied to me.” Y/n tried to say the truth without saying it fully.
“I didn’t. I swear I didn’t know I was coming home. Then we decided to take a Christmas/New Years break, and I thought it was a good idea.”
“Yeah, you could've told me. I know you told the guys..at least G.”
“Oh really? We didn’t speak in a whole month and then I was going to text you “hey, y/n, I’m going home to surprise Nadia. Bye”? Really? Wouldn’t you be angry then?” Matty raised his voice a little. The boy had a point, and she couldn’t deny it. Truth was also that she couldn’t say the full reason and Y/n couldn’t formulate a better answer.
“Yeah, no, but- I don’t know, Matty. I don’t have the perfect explanation. I got angry that was it.”
“You just-?” he said suspecting.
“You never get angry and lack a rational explanation for it?”
“I don’t know maybe…”
“See?” Y/n felt bad to partially gaslight him.
“Yeah, but, no. There isn’t something else?”
“No, I swear.” ‘Oh hell here I come’, Y/n thought.
Likely to her, Mc saved her. They quickly got the food and continued driving.
“This whole mess is not new…” Matty thought out loud. “You had been like this before you left the house.” he continued, making Y/n more and more nervous. She couldn’t escape, they were on the car. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. You keep your distance with me, I’ve noticed.”
“Bullshit.” she exclaimed, looking forward through the window. If she looked at him, he’d know.
“It’s true. I know you only talk to George- “
“Really? This is all about that stupid fight between you guys…again?” she tried to change the course of the conversation.
“No- Yes- I don’t know, you tell me.”
“Matty, there’s nothing going on. We just, you have a girlfriend now, both of us have jobs…I don’t know, we drift a little, maybe.” she said, quietly.
“I don’t like this, you’re my best friend.” Matty stated, before stuffing his mouth with french fries still driving around her neighbourhood.
“I don’t like this either, but life is not always as we wanted to be…” She really didn’t enjoy being apart from him, but she had to. It was that or confessing and losing him forever.
“I know. If everything were like…I don't know… like in movies, maybe we’d be together.” Matty said like nothing, laughing.
“What?” Y/n looked at him.
“Don’t you remember the first night we meet?”
“I remember something.” she agreed, blushing.
“So, yeah- If life were something like those, we’d be together, I think.”
“Why? What makes you think that?”
“I mean, I was crushed by you that night, you noticed…I was very impressed by you.” he admitted.
“Yes, I noticed. But you were drunk, and I was too, so maybe it was that.” she tried to find a reasonable answer.
“No, I know what I felt. Then someone…” he gave her a side look. “Stated her case pretty clear, and I was crushed in another way” they laughed a little.
“Oi! You were trying to hook up with me!” she almost screamed, while a big smile showed on her face.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you thought it was such a disgusting idea.”
“Matthew!”
“What?”
“Shut up!”
“Why?”
“Just sh- “
“No, I want to know now. Do you think I’m that bad?” he inquired. Damn it, boy.
“I’m not going to answer that, you’re in a relationship. You have a girlfriend.” Y/n said, and the fun chat deflated.
“Yes, I know, but- Just hypothetical…do you think it would be horrible?” he asked again.
“Oh my god! Don’t you give up, ha?”
“Never. Now, answer!”
“I don’t know, Matty.” Her stomach was turning due to the lying. She was impressed by her skills. She dreamed about that scenario so many times, and in a million years she’d think it could be horrible.
“Come on!”
“No, just up. Let’s talk about something else.” Y/n moved on her seat, uncomfortable.
“Well, I think it would be great…amazing to be with you.” he simply said. ‘How dare him?!’ Y/n gasped out loud with his answer.
“Matty! I repeat, you have a girlfriend!”
“Why you keep repeating that? I know…and this is…hypothetical.” Matty said. Y/n had to look out of the window once more, away from his figure, because she didn’t trust herself.
‘Did he really say that?!’ She couldn’t believe it.
“LET’S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE!” she almost shouted, making him chuckled.
“Okay, how is work going?” he asked, even though when she didn't answer he insisted, “What?” he snapped her out of her daydreaming.
With his question, Y/n’s head went back to Ireland and directly to think about Tom.
“What?”
“You zoomed out.”
“Oh!” she simply answered.
“I was asking about- “
“Work is good.” Y/n cleared her throat. “The cast is nice and I’ve made friends…”
“Really? Do you already replaced me?”
“What? No…Lilly and Tom aren’t- “
“Aha! Tom?”
“He’s a really nice guy, we hang out a lot on set and- “
“And?” Matty felt how his stomach turned waiting for Y/n to answer about this Tom guy.
“He asked me to go out when I returned to Ireland.” Y/n shared, feeling all giggly like a teenager again. She didn’t know why she told Matty exactly that, but she did and his reply scared her.
“That’s…great.” Matty forced himself to say the words, even though they came out without much enthusiasm, but Y/n didn’t notice. Or Matty thought.
“Yes, he’s really sweet. But I’m scared if I’m honest.” she confessed, twisting her hands on her lap.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” She did know. Her heart was still fragile. “He is perfect, but what if everything goes wrong- “
“Y/n…” Matty interrupted her.
“What?”
“Just let yourself enjoy getting to know him, you have the future to figure it out how it ends, okay?”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“So…” Matty started, as he reached the front entrance of her flat building.
“Yeah?”
“We’re okay?” he asked, turning off the engine and looking directly at Y/n.
“I think so…” she hesitated.
“Can I hug you?” Matty almost begged. Y/n’s heart went wild thinking about it.
“Yeah.” she softly smiled. Matty still had a lot of doubts about Y/n and his relationship, but they had time for that. Or that’s what he liked to think.
“Do you know how much I love you, Y/n/n? I know I’m not that talkative about feelings and shit… but you’re so special to me…and I miss our conversations, our stupid fights too… I missed you, I missed us.” he admitted. Matty couldn’t stop his mouth, his heart and mind were a roller-coaster of tangled emotions.
“I know, I missed you too.” she also admitted. Y/n felt guilty, thinking about her feelings she hurt her dearest friend. Maybe the final goal wasn’t wrong, maybe the steps of it were. She had to figure that out, but later. During that brief moment she wanted to enjoy the moment with Matty.
“Promise me it’s not going to happen again.” Matty requested.
“I can’t.” Y/n replied, making Matty to push backwards, breaking the hug a little, but he stayed close to her. “I can’t promise something I don’t know, Matty. I can promise that I’d do my best.” Y/n tried to reassure him with a smile.
“Okay, deal. I can live with that.”
“Fine, gotta go now. Talk to you later, I promise.” y/n said, stressing the last word more than necessary, making Matty chuckled.
“Bye.”
Not a second later, Matty shout again.
“What?” she said, holding the door open.
“Merry Christmas, Y/n.”
“Merry Christmas, ratty.” she replied, closing the car door. Y/n could listen his laugh through it.
They will be alright.
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Strongest You've Ever Been
Characters: Zayne
Warnings(?): Themes of pregnancy, you're a fricking warrior and you're mad strong, slight angst, lots of fluff in the beginning.
Synopsis: You're about to go to war, whilst pregnant.
A/N: Part 2 is out fellas.
| Part 2 |
Last night, you were in bed with Zayne, tangled and sweaty. Both of you touching and kissing each other with a passion. No clothes, no barriers, no shame. The night was blissful and loud.
In the morning, the both of you bid each other reluctant goodbyes and went to work.
It had been about 3 years since you and Zayne had been married. With him, Azure's Echo day would be celebrated with the both of you tangled in bed in the morning and laughing around in arcades at night. Christmas, enveloped in his coats and trying extremely spicy food in restaurants. Halloween, with you experimenting with costumes on a very reluctant Zayne.
Zayne didn't smile often, so the first time you had gotten him to laugh, you had felt so proud about it you never stopped bragging. Now a picture of both of you smiling, showing teeth stood in the living room. You admired the picture everyday before going to work. Zayne had a bright green glow in his eyes and slight crinkles around it. Sharp, canines that looked ever so cute with his smile. He had his arm around you, your head on his shoulder and his on top of yours. You were the only one he was childish with, the only one who saw his lopsided, playful smile every morning in bed.
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14 years prior.
Wanderers had appeared on Earth. This year, they swarmed in.
You and Zayne had suddenly gotten extremely busy. Akso hospital brimming with injured civilians and hunters alike. Zayne worked himself to the bone.
You, being the captain of the Z01 squad were immediately summoned to the Headquarters. 15 hunters were dead, 2 of whom belonged to the squad you loved like family. The Metaflux stabilizers had been utterly destroyed and a worm hole enabled hundreds of Wanderers to swarm somewhere farther from Bloomshore District. The area was quite desolate but the remaining residents were quickly evacuated.
A containment zone was put up with hologram technology which was slowly being broken down by repeated attacks from the mindless Wanderers. Citizens in the periphery of a couple miles were asked to evacuate. The most elite squads, including yours, were immediately dispatched into the containment zone with ample precautions. Your squad led the others and you in turn were the General in this war. You were determined to protect the city with your life and so was your army of hunters. Your resolve never faltered, determination ever burning.
"Eugene, right flank, Jennie left. Shoot wanderers on sight, do not hesitate." You say while speed walking through the formation of your soldiers on either side. Form straight, eyes bright and focused. A tight full black suit with armour on your body and two guns slinging in your hands. Your presence was revered and respected in the battlefield.
"Yes ma'am."
"Keep weapons ready, get backup ammunition at hand. Y2 squad defend East, Y1 West, Q20 at standby. Technical team, check communication connectivity again. Make sure there are no errors."
"Roger that." The static of their voice on the other side works itself into your earpiece.
The sky turns purple and blue in an instant. A bright glow of a forming and expanding worm hole emanates from the sky. The soldiers tense, the wanderers emerge. You wait with bated breath at the very front of the army and say one word.
"Charge."
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After more than a week.
The first wave of wanderers had almost been completely wiped out. Your soldiers congratulated each other exhausted and wounded but still trying to keep team morale high. Zayne had not been able to come to the camp yet because of an immense amount of workload. Doctors milled about and you kept searching for familiar hazel eyes until two bright brown ones occupied your gaze.
"Hello I'm Rachel. I'm going to have to ask you to come with me to treat your wounds. Can you walk?"
You were too tired to talk so you shook your head instead, being honest. A wanderer had deeply wounded your leg and a tightly wound rag around your shoulders kept another's bleeding at bay.
You were helped into the infirmary.
"How are you feeling?"
"I feel like I'm in pain." You reply. Your sadness from seeing your squad in pain had morphed into anger, barely hiding the unusual whirlwind of emotions in you. After a quiet moment you oblige. "I also feel weirdly sick..."
Rachel asks you a myriad of questions after that, some a bit too personal. She also takes your blood for a blood test and cleans and bandages your wounds thoroughly. Exhausted, you fall asleep.
You wake up to news you did not expect.
Rachel declares you are 1 week pregnant. You had been pregnant the entire time you were on the battlefield. Now the Metaflux ratings were slightly more stable. HQ had ordered part of the hunters to be on standby and part of them to go back to Linkoln city. The hunters would be summoned again when Metaflux ratings started going haywire.
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"Cap'n you're a bit distracted..." Tyler says. Your squad of 9, earlier 11 had insisted on walking you home after noticing that you had not been feeling well. 'Captain's super strong, it's unusual to see her sick. We must protecc.' was their argument. Now you walked back home like the mama duck of 8 ducklings.
"I'm fine Tyler. Shouldn't you have been in the hospital?"
"My wounds aren't that bad Cap'n." He says bumping his chest.
"Yeah like you weren't the one screaming like a baby when your leg fractured." Eugene says.
"Oh yah, i have it recorded." Jennie cuts into the banter.
"What!? No! Give me your phone!"
"My god you lot have an immense amount of energy--" you stop mid sentence when you lock eyes with Zayne who was hurriedly walking down the stairs, still with his doctor's coat on.
"Y/N." He says, almost out of breath and envelops you in his arms, ignoring the crowd around him. Jennie squeals for a moment then her and some other responsible squad members drag the rest of the squad away to give you guys privacy.
"Are you injured? Why didn't you see me before you left?" Zayne says, gaze sharp and almost angry. He looks into your eyes like they were saying 'do you have any idea how worried i was?'
"There wasn't a chance Zayne. We were given immediate summons and you were super busy." You cup his cheek in your palm and give him a sad smile.
He tilts his face and buries it in your palm, frown still evident on his brows.
"Are you on your way to work?" You ask.
"No, I just got off. The hospital recieved the announcement that some squads we're coming back. Yours was on the list so I just...ahem, came to check."
"Walked out of work."
"I would not frame it that way. William's covering...actually, nevermind."
You burst out laughing, taking his hand and walking to your house.
"That's the first time you have done that, you workaholic! And for me! I'm honoured but also concerned." You try to flick his nose but he catches your wrist and places a kiss above the bandaged area.
You could almost feel Zayne reassuring himself that you're fine. The moonlight shone into his sad and tired eyes making guilt flare through you as you thought of the news you were going to give to him.
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"Zayne..." You say sadly, sitting on the edge of the bed as he returns into the bedroom with a cup of hot chocolate that you started craving.
He frowns. Setting the cup on the bedside table he kneels down in front of you and holds both your hands in his.
"What's wrong love?" He asks, concern etched in his features. You have no idea where the emotions are coming from but tears well up in your eyes as you look at him, then glance away.
"Y/N?" He asks, cupping your cheek with one hand and running his thumb over your other hand.
"We need to talk...about something..." You continue, willing yourself past the voice crack.
"I'm here love, talk to me..."
"You know I have to...go back to the frontlines the week after this right?" You continue, he nods, examining your face.
"I know and I really do not think I feel good about letting you go. But...I cannot stop them because of the emergency situation." He grits his teeth. You knew how much Zayne wanted to protect you and you knew that he would keep you safe in his arms if you wanted.
"There's also..." You hesitate, fearing what his reaction might be. Zayne had always supported you and had been open to having kids. He was an amazing husband and you knew he would also be an amazing father. He waits.
"I'm pregnant." You say as tears roll down your cheeks. When you look him in the eyes, they are wide. Surprise and horror clouds them.
You take a deep breath. "I have to go back to the frontlines next to next week."
"No. Y/N...what..." He says. You could not bear the look in his eyes. The realisation that the risk factor for you had increased ten-fold. Heart disease and pregnancy whilst being the General in the frontlines.
"I should be happy but Y/N it's too risky...there's chances of a premature delivery and fetal growth restriction given your heart condition. Being in the front lines, fighting and getting wounded during pregnancy is even worse. I support you, love but I do not want to see you hurt...or worse."
You pull Zayne into the sheets with you and just lie down, letting the words sink in, hiding your face.
"Y/N look at me please..."
"Hunters are allowed to continue working till delivery...hours are restricted to 40 per week--"
"Y/N..." You put your arms around his neck and just hug him. He returns it and kisses the top of your head.
"Zayne, I know it's risky and I know you're going to be worried sick but I can't step down now. There's too many lives dependant on me, my orders, my Evol. Without its protection, they won't be able to stand anywhere close to the wormhole."
Zayne sighs and then breathes your scent in. He detangles himself from your hug and places his forehead against yours.
"On one condition."
You move away and give him a questioning look.
"Please just, for my peace of mind, let me be posted at the military facility."
"How are you going to get permission?" You ask as Zayne wipes away your tears.
"I have qualifications from going into previous battlefields. You know about it...and also I used to be your primary care physician before we got married..." Zayne says and trails off.
You bury your face into his chest and mutter a tiny "okay".
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QSMP and their Pandora Clans Pt.1
I just rewatched Avatar 2 again and now that qsmp 2024 has started, it was only a matter of time before the ideas began popping up :)
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FOOLISH - Metkayina Clan
shark man had to be in the water-based tribe, he just had to be
has adopted son named Arin
strongest swimmer w/ longest breath hold
owns fastest Tsurak
the tribe builder (as per usual lmao)
wears an Akula leather hood w/ an Akula tooth necklace (managed to kill one while lost at sea for a period of time)
blind in one eye (lost during Akula encounter right before Iknimaya)
only has tattoos on right side of body (face tattoos highlight akula encounter via emphasizing eye scar, also has tattoos down his neck, back, chest, and arms)
ETOILES - Metkayina Clan
this is purely bc i think etoiles would be able to travel farther distances a lot easier if he was metkayina vs land-based Na-vi
best warrior of the tribe
uses a selection of weapons he has amassed over the years
fully blind (bc i love that hc idc idc idc)
has traveled very far distances to explore other waters/lands
well-versed in the water and on land due to adventures
has interacted w/ many other Na'vi tribes (some were defo nicer than others)
Owns a Tsurak and a Ikran ("best meta ever" he says)
had begun traveling a few months after completing Iknimaya
face tattoos emulate signature mask look, has other tattoos across his body that represent his adventures
JAIDEN - Aranahe Clan
this clan is full of artists so i thought it was fitting (i also think jaiden would love the Kinglors)
is studying to be a Tiretu
spends most time weaving, painting, and dyeing (she's an expert frfr)
loves to help decorate tribal tents
has multiple Kinglors that just hang around
mostly a pacifist but can fight if needed
prefers purple or red face paint but experiments w/ different colors
has a very rebellious adopted son named Bobby (loves him to absolute death)
has a small, yet special place just outside village where she spends time with Bobby (personally, i think its a cave on a nearby mountain that looks over the sunset)
(cave is also definitely covered in different paintings and sculptures)
MISSA - Anurai Clan
skeleton man deserves to live in a tribe connected to the bone sanctuary
still very much wet cat vibes
has a son named Chayanne
used to have a mate but died during childbirth
has a Nantang that follows either him or Chayanne everywhere
total pacifist, truly is not a fighter at heart
specializes in crafting musical bones
likes to sing and play music (he goes hard during celebrations and rituals, best believe)
the RDA did his tribe very wrong, but he still likes to believe there is good in everyone he meets
#qsmp#qsmp foolish#qsmp jaiden#qsmp etoiles#qsmp missa#headcanon#no i will not elaborate#qsmp luzu#qsmp arin#qsmp chayanne#qsmp bobby#qsmp 2024#alternate universe#qsmp au#foolish gamers#missasinfonia#jaiden animations#etoiles
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Hear me out
We open on a dirty, broken, bloodied boxing ring inside an abandoned building
Laying inside the ring on the dirt caked floor are two men
Man 1 is a while male, buzz cut, blonde, nothing but underwear on, scar across his pelvis
Man 2 is a black male, mid-length cornrows, brunette, nothing but underwear on, scar across his back
An alarm sounds, much like that signal for the start of a fight
Both men groggily wake up each getting a close up of the surprise blooming on their faces
In a wide shot the camera shakes while the men shout and shake the chains wrapped around their ankles
The morion stops as we zoom in onto a tv screen hanging from the wall
"Hello Mike... Clint, you are both strong men who have worked tirelessly to achieve great honor. Winning fights most would surely lose, but not you two. You two never lose... even at the expense of others. You two will find yourself chained to the floor without a key, but if you look closely upon your bodies you will see where I have hidden your freedom. Each of you has a key meant for the other's chain hidden within your organs, which organ is something you must find out for yourself. Use your fists as your tools as you do everyday and let the best man survive."
Both men focus their attention to the other, the sounds of rushing blood and a distant thumping is heard as we slowly circle the men slowly speeding until theres a break as the men charge each other
Man 1, Mike throws a punch which directly connects with Man 2's nose spilling blood against the knuckles
Man 2, Clint steps back before hunching himself over and running full speed into Mike's stomach causing him to double over, but not fall
Using the arm which is now wrapped around Mike, Clint uses his strength to keep Mike in place as he pummels his fist into Mike's side 3 times
After the third punch Mike is able to recover and presses his blunt nails into Clint's neck able to break the flesh
Clint pulls back and quickly slams his forehead into Mike's nose and lips causing Mike's nose to be crushed as his lips splits open, blood rushing down his chin and neck
Mike retaliates by yanking Clint back by the hair, his teeth finding purchase on Clint's jawline ripping a chunk of Clint's flesh off
We hear the faint sounds on teeth scraping against wet bone before Clint howls and hurls Mike down to the floor
A sudden burst of rage and adrenaline races through Clint as he continuously slams his fists into Mike's face
Soon Mike's flesh melts away to nothing but warm wet blood and gore which clings in between Clint's fingers and under his nails
Only when Mike's body stops twitching does Clint finally take a step back
Falling backwards and pushing himself against the ropes of the ring Clint looks more like a child than a grown man as he stares in horror at his actions
Two beats and Clint finally collects himself
Crawling forward Clint searches Mike's chest, then moves down until he finds the scar which leads to his freedom
At first Clint tries to use his hands, tearing and clawing at Mike's pale flesh only to find it futile
Finally Clint seems to have an idea, staring in horror he opens his mouth and leans forward
Using the sharpness of his teeth Clint is able to tear away a few chunks of flesh as he makes a hole in Mike's flesh
Mouth, nose, chin and cheeks are covered in blood as the flesh from Mike's face is transferred into the flesh of his abdomen
Finally after searching Clint is able to recover the key from inside Mike's now removed bladder
Once again having to use his teeth Clont is able to tear the key away from the flesh encasing it
Fumbling, Clint's hands shaking, he is able to remove the lock wrapped around his ankle
Ok his knees, almost like he will start praying, he lets out a scream full of anguish
#dabbling in creating movie scrips idk if this is correctly done or not but it was a fun exercise#saw#saw franchise#saw movies#mia writes
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Hello! It is lovely to read your words and i saw that prompt ideas were open? I was wondering if you would like to do some civilian whump? Maybe by a new hero who doesn't understand the rules about interrogating (hurting and panicking) villain's civilian? Civilian is a whumpy, whimpering mess by the time villain finds them. All of the angst with comfort at the end.
Love your work, cant wait to see more!!!
Thank you and I’m sorry this took so long, I really enjoyed writing it! I got a bit carried away on the word count so stay tuned for part 2!
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
**Warnings; capture/taunting/injuring of Civilian, blood
Masterlist
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Civilian’s whole body jolted at the heavy sound of warehouse lights switching on a few paces behind them. Their hands trembled as they lay bound to the arms of a cold metal chair, a plain wooden desk in front of them. The room was so wide that Civilian couldn’t see to the edges of it. There seemed to be nothing around, only the occasional steel support girder rising up out of the gloom. The ceiling too was high enough that Civilian had to strain to see it properly, though they were too full of nervous energy to keep their eyes in one place for too long.
Civilian had lost track of how long they had been sitting here, how long it had been since they’d been snatched off the street and stuffed into the back of an unmarked van. A foul smelling cloth had been pressed over their nose and mouth and they briefly remembered their throat feeling scratchy before they passed out. it wasn’t much better when they’d woken up tied to the chair.
An unexpected chill travelled rapidly across Civilian’s skin to leave goosebumps in its wake, their blood turning to ice. Someone had just entered the room.
Villain was very good at keeping Civilian out of anything like this. If they had work to do, Civilian wasn’t around to see it. If someone from the underworld came over Civilian rarely if ever met them, and if it couldn’t be avoided, Civilian knew Villain would have threatened them beyond anything they would have expected first. All of that didn’t mean that Civilian had absolutely no knowledge about how these things worked, and though they had never been held hostage before, they had some idea of how this would go. It sent a tremor straight through their bones.
The slow, steady footsteps started up behind them not long after, the person prowling like some great predator towards their next meal. They knew Civilian had nowhere to run, and they wanted to enjoy what happened next. Civilian wished, not for the first time, that the gag they had been forced to wear was loose enough that they could remove it, that they could at the very least say something before… before what? They didn’t know. Their kidnapper was standing right behind them. Civilian lurched forward in a panic as the assailant’s boot connected with the back of their chair, sending it forward to crush Civilian’s ribs against the edge of the table. They gasped out in pain as best they could through the fabric covering their mouth.
Through the pain blossoming across their ribs, Civilian heard a pleased hum sound from behind them, before the person prowled slowly around the table and stood on the other side. Civilian couldn’t make out anything about them through the darkness of the warehouse. They felt some false sense of security with the table between the two of them, only to have it shattered when the other leaned across and closed that distance like it was nothing. They planted two broad hands on the table either side of Civilian’s smaller frame, their head tilted to one side like they were studying an insect trapped in a glass case.
“I take it you know why you’re here,” said a rough voice in a manner that let Civilian know it was not a question. Civilian’s breathing picked up, forced to tilt their head back to see the person leaning over them. They drew their brows together, trying to convey that they were innocent, that they didn’t know what was going on. “Answer me.”
Civilian flinched when one hand came down on top of their head, fingers twisting around their hair and pulling back hard, wrenching their neck to the side despite how they tried to resist. They began babbling behind the gag, knowing full well the other person couldn’t hear them but they could think of anything else to do.
“Oh, I see now.” Their voice had gone honey sweet. “You can’t talk.” They threw Civilian’s head forwards with enough force that their face connected with the table, an unmistakable crack sounding through the room as pain flared through Civilian’s nose. Their eyes burned with tears and they felt something hot and sticky start to slide down their face and soak into the fabric of the gag. A pounding headache had started behind their eyes. Their captor withdrew, only to immediately fly forwards with another hand raised. Civilian tried to curl inwards, tried to protect themselves – only for a terrifying boom to echo out around them as their captor’s flat palm made contact with the table. Breathing shaky, Civilian dared to glance up through blurry eyes to see a malicious grin on the other’s face.
“I think we’ll leave this for now, Civilian. Give you a little break. I’m sure you’ll be alright in here for a little while, won’t you? Then we can have a proper chat a little bit later.” The look in their captor’s eyes was almost caring. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” That smooth baritone was something Civilian could never mistake, and never had they been happier to hear it before in their life. Villain.
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Laughing Jack x Female Chubby Reader| Part 2
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You woke up in a sweat.
Your eyes darted around your familiar surrounding of a bedroom, living room or wherever you slept.
You couldn't go back to sleep and definitely stayed up the rest of the night. It took you till the full next day to convince yourself it was a lucid dream.
However.
You did notice you felt a little more comfortable in your body wherever. You felt more confident.
But you still wondered why you dreamed of him.
That clown.
You fell asleep the next night.
A
Deep
Sleep.
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You could hear carnival music. Specifically the song Pop goes the Weasel.
In your peripheral vision was a hand.
A small hand, palm open. You shifted causing your cheek to scrap slightly against stone ground. Something damp was on your cheek and there was a smell of metal. Your fat arms could barely support you but you managed to sit up
- and then you saw this small hand was connected to the bloody corpse of a child. Your eyes widened. Gashes had run down their neck and had ripped opened their small windpipe and caused blood to pool to your hands and clothes and body.
Blood was on your face.
On you.
The child's eyes were rolled back, puffy indicating they had been crying, and only showing the white part.
They had been recently alive.
"The kid is dead, sweets."
You twisted around, causing the creases in your stomach to hurt and body to ache. You were confronted with breeches. Striped breeches. Black and white. Similar to-
No doubt it was-
No-
"Hey girly, my eyes are up here."
A sharp claw took ahold of you're face and you're forced to look right up. He looked down at you.
That same clown.
The only difference was he was now standing at his full height. Practically 7 feet tall towering over you. One of his long dangly arms was where the claw was connected to and was so long that it could reach you without him having to bend.
"L...laughing Jack?"
"Hiiii."
He squeezed your cheeks together. If you only had a slimmer face- then his claws would have had less meat to dig into. Unfortunately you do not.
"It's so good to see you again."
He released you and moved around you, brushing against your shoulder. You whirled around, hands falling to the ground. They left blood marks.
The clown was across from you and observing the child's corpse. He stuck his leg out and poked the body's side with the tip of his shoe.
"STOP," you yelled. He glanced at you.
He then kicked the corpse so hard it was flung 5 feet away, causing blood to follow it. It was such a swift motion and the little body turned like a lifeless doll.
Maybe you stared at him in horror and disbelief. Maybe you looked at the child's body in deep sorrow. Either way you were terribly upset. Tears were coming to your eyes.
Oh god.
"It's a pityyyy," the clown jeered,
"If only you hadn't left last time."
His eyes now looked at you, piercing through.
"I was pretty pissed about that."
It took you a moment to realize he was blaming you for the death of a child.
"They were only a kid," you whispered, "They didn't- you can't just kill a kid."
He gave you a creepy smile.
"Why?" he asked.
You looked at him either angry, disgusted, shocked, sad or all. You knew why but you were at a loss for words.
"Well? Go on. Tell me, sweets- why shouldn't I kill kids?"
He grabbed your face again, harshly this time.
"ANSWER ME NOW."
He suddenly was ten times scarier.
"What will I get if I stop killing kids?"
"M-money," you whispered, too scared to speak up.
"MONEY? Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! No no no! I want something else..."
He stared hard at your terrified expression, grinning ear to ear.
"I want you."
He let your face go but kept a talon finger under your chin.
"Stay here in the dream world forever and I'll stop killing kids."
You begin to shake your head. His claws touched your collar bone.
"What's your life to millions of kids?"
You knew he was capable of ending young life. You felt the tears running like a river.
"Don't you wanna save the kiddies?"
Say no. Say no.
That poor kid.
"...yes."
"YES!"
His expression went overly enthusiastic. His eyes wide and crazed. He ignored your terrified expression.
"Here's how we're going to do this!"
He pulled out a candy from his sleeve. unwrapped it and examined it. It was a completely white color.
"Non-poisonous," chirped Laughing Jack, "And sugar free. This will do."
He popped it in his mouth and bent forward, over the corpse of the kid, his face now infront of yours.
"Open your mouth," he said, while allowing the candy in his own to get coated in saliva.
You knew what was going to happen.
You were definitely disgusted and hesitant.
"Girly. Do as I say."
His eyes narrowed. Your jaw quivered and opened.
He pushed your lips together. Your tongues twirled passing the candy from one to another. The candy tasted sour compared to his tongue. He held your face with both claws.
The candy dissolved.
And now the deal was sealed.
#laughing jack#creepypasta#creepypasta fanfic#chubby reader#chubby#fanfiction#fanfic#horror#laughing jack x reader#laughing jack x you#lj
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>> wip day
was tagged by @nuclearstorms, thank you for the tag especially! tagging anyone who wants to do this, as i had a lot of fun and got out of my comfort zone abit.
tw/ body horror, general trauma - this is the beginning of my storyline for my new oc sasha volkova. mind you this story does get very dark and is intended for people 18+
The memories that remained was nothing more than a distant blur, a fantasy even. She raised her head in the dark and barely illuminated room she was hooked up in, mechanical noises and gears moving with each inch of her movement. The room looked as if it was spinning and her brain felt as if it would explode, but she couldn't make sense of one thing in particular. The faded memories in the back of her head, like scratching a wall over and over again. Confused and alone, she hung her head in shame until she herself noticed the mechanical noises she had with each move she made. She slowly looked at her arm which was roped up by a chain held onto a beam. Her skin was fully peeled off, revealing what looked to be her bone but something was different. The color of her bone wasn't what she thought it was, it was shiny with a metallic like material. She looked over to her other arm, which had the same skin removal and bone structure. Her breathing began to get faster and faster as her mind began to race trying to collect herself. She looked down to her lower body and suddenly everything changed. Her chest skin had been ripped apart and mangled, revealing her ribcage and heart clear in sight as the metal gleamed into her eyes from the light. A loud hissing noise rang out in front of her as a door opened, and the shadowy silhouette appeared from the light.
" Ah you're awake, good. " the man in the shadow said.
" What have you done to me. " she said as she looked up in horror.
The man did not respond, he simply walked forward revealing the Arasaka lab coat he wore. A smirk clear across his face and a scar directly to the right side of his mouth, his eyes loomed with a dark and sinister look.
She raised her head, anger filled in her eyes as tear began to shed.
" WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?! " she shouted.
" What have I done? I've improved you in every physical way possible, my dear. " he said.
" You were weak with this flesh and bone, so I've decided to opt for a more... improved method. You see, I've been assigned for a special project for the corporation I work for. And that special project my dear... is you. "
He now walked over to the tray table which rested an assortment of tools that you'd usually see at a ripperdoc. He attached his glove to his wrist and hand, before turning back and holding a cybernetic implant in his hand.
" Now I must warn you. This... this is going to hurt quite a lot so try your best to be still. " he stated, as he raised the cybernetic to her face.
He pressed the black matted metallic cyberware to her forehead, and wrapped it around her head as she screamed in pain. As he went behind her, he placed a drill into the back of her skull and started it until the 2 plates were connected.
Suddenly her body fell limp and her head slumped downward, and the man now went in front of her and pressed a button on his tablet.
" Alpha Zero, respond. " the man said, holding the tablet in his hand as he looked up at the seemingly lifeless body.
Red lights began to flicker on her now new visor, as her head slowly raised with mechanical noises accompanying her movements.
" What are your orders. " she stated bluntly. All four of her visor lights now turned on, as she stared at the man with an empty expression.
The man, knowing full well he had achieved exactly what he wanted, turned and walked towards the entrance.
" Power off and await further instructions, It's time we put you out in the field. " the man said, as he opened the door with a hiss and left.
Her head fell once more as the visor lights in her new cyberware shut off and she fell limp once more.
#oc: sasha volkova#oc: vengeance#vengeance protocol#*my writing#thank you red for proof reading for me#I AM AT NOT MEANS A WRITER THIS IS MY FIRST FIC PLEASE GO EASY ON MEH D:
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EVO 8 SDSS
We're in the middle of it, we are actually in between lower and top wish bones
In grey we have materialized the part that goes into the wheel, using the top wish bone as a pivot we have implemented a platform
That platform is topped by bearings, now what extends from it is an hydraulic arm connected to the suspension
That arm extends or retracts, and in doing so it moves the platform to the front or the rear, and steers the wheel that is connected to it through the axis where the lower and top wish bones are connected
The suspension has to rest on frame 0 and so we are seeing it materialize
And in order to have a redundant suspension for the wheels, we are considering making our steering platform also a suspension and making it too rest on frame 0
Where we have this set up for both platforms
Dual coil/hydraulic suspension
Steering and hydraulic arm
Dual coil/hydraulic suspension
So the steering is literally coupled with 2 dual suspensions which are meant to absorb shocks from the wheels, support the wheels, and the body of the car that rests on the 4 main (larger) platforms that we have
Gone for some fresh air, to be continued
design notes continued: we are starting to get the whole picture about how in fact the steering platform rests on more and one arm of the frame, and how that frame continues on the sides of transmissions axis and supports the differentials
meaning our transmission axis is a casing itself where the actual transmission axis spins
also about how frame 0, frame 1 and 2 connect, and how frame 0 runs parallel to and underneath frame 1 strengthening our structure as a whole, making its junction with frame 1 and 2 at the same spot where frame 2 makes its junction with frame 1
and how it's big wheels in the back and the suspension/steering stack can become more
this car has 2 suspensions, one of them handles the wheels and the other handles the body of the car, all resting on frame 0, when if we increase the first platform we need to increase the second
and we have room for that inside the triangles and also in front
little by little SDSS is unfolding
so if they are that wide they are not tall, it's wide base suspensions not full length like in other cars, and that allows us to have the steering in the middle
that is it then we are done for this part, there is a suspension below and above that steering platform, it's the arm inside it that moves, now we are done
the push or pull of the hydraulic arm into swivelling the arm back or forth, as it slides inside the steering platform and the bearing caped arm swivels
so this is it, this is SDSS that we now have to implement for all 4 wheels thus completing frame 0
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Balance exercises for seniors: 5 moves you can try at home
Balance is something that you don’t think about in your younger days. Your focus is just on walking or moving forward. But as you grow older, sometimes balancing yourself becomes hard. You tend to lose balance and fall down. Falling at an old age generally means a trip to the hospital. Sometimes, it also means undergoing an expensive surgery due to broken bones after a fall! So, it’s better to work on your balance by doing exercises. Check out these balance exercises for seniors that help to keep you fit and less prone to falls. HealthShots connected with fitness expert Varun Rattan, who says that maintaining balance is an essential skill for everyday living. This involves making use of vision, vestibular sense, proprioception, muscle strength, and response speed. Unfortunately, as we age, these systems start to deteriorate and can lead to balance issues.Also read: It’s never too late begin! Here’s why exercise is a must for older adults
You can improve balance by doing simple exercises. Image courtesy: Adobe StockTo get stronger, strength training is something that many women go for. But for balance issues, pick the right exercises.
Here are 5 balance exercises that elderly women can perform at home
1. Seated leg raise• Sit on a secure chair with your hands on the arm rests and your feet on the ground.
• Raise one leg up and keep it like that for 5 seconds. Do this movement 10 times on each side.You can make the exercise more challenging by not using the arm rests, sitting on an office chair that have wheels, sitting on a stability ball, and even closing your eyes, suggests the expert.2. Lunges• To do lunges, stand in a staggered position with your right foot a few feet ahead of the left.
• Be sure to keep your torso erect, your shoulders back and down, your core engaged, and your hand touching a wall.
• Bend your knees and bring your body down until your left knee is a few inches from the floor.
• At the bottom of the movement, your front thigh should be parallel to the ground.
• Then push your body back up to the original position. Track your health on the go ! Download Healthshots App To make the exercise more difficult, you can place your hands on your hips.3. Single leg static balance• Get your feet hip-width apart, distribute your weight evenly on both legs and place your hands on the hips.• Elevate your left foot off the floor and hold the position for as long as you can while maintaining proper form.
• Go back to the starting position and repeat it on the other side. As you become steadier, extend the duration until you can do it for one minute on each side.You can push yourself further by trying to do it with your eyes closed, says Rattan, co-founder of The Body Science Academy, Noida.
Balance can help to prevent injuries to some extent. Image courtesy: Shutterstock4. Single leg clock taps• Visualise a clock on the floor in front of you. Think of 12 o’clock right at the center.
• Stand on your left leg and tap the 2 o’clock position with your right foot and stand back up.
• Then tap the 4 o’clock position and so on.
• Now switch legs and do the same with your left leg, starting at 10 o’clock, then 8 o’clock and so on. While this can help you to tackle balance issue, you can also try out exercises for women over 60 just to stay fit.5. Wood chop• Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and parallel to each other.
• Grab a water bottle or a dumbbell in both hands on the side of your right hip.
• Pivot on your rear foot to the left while swinging your arms up in a controlled manner.
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Stronger Ankles Make for Happier Hips—And These 3 Exercises Can Help
According to the butterfly effect, one small change in the present can lead to a big change in the future… and that’s about where my understanding of chaos theory ends, folks. What I do know is that the human body operates in a similar way. When one thing gets thrown out of whack, it tends to have a ripple effect. And, specifically, if you’re not practicing ankle-strengthening exercises, your hips are likely paying the price.
“Just like the song ‘Dem Bones,’ ‘the hip bone’s connected to the… knee bone.’ So, the ankle is really connected all the way up to the hip,” explains physical therapist Karena Wu, DPT, owner of ActiveCare Physical Therapy in New York City and India. Because everything is linked, weak ankles can cause trouble for your entire lower body and lead to unnecessary injuries. “If the ankle joints are weak, the emphasis gets placed on the knee and hip to create more motion and absorb more forces,” says Dr. Wu. “This creates an imbalance, so the other joints in the kinetic chain then have to step up and do the work.”
This type of domino effect can happen in all types of movement patterns, but Dr. Wu says she most often sees weak ankles causing problems for folks who run or who play tennis, soccer, beach volleyball, or other sports that involve start and stop motions on uneven terrain. And that kind of makes sense, right? When you’re coming to an abrupt stop, landing at an odd angle could wind up straining your entire lower body.
Fortunately, strengthening your ankles (and your feet) helps to increase the longevity of your hips (and your entire lower body kinetic chain). Below, Airrosti physical therapist Anthony Pavlich, DPT, shares the three ankle-strengthening exercises he recommends to everyone.
3 ankle-strengthening exercises recommended by a physical therapist
1. Monster walks
Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and a resistance band around your calves. Tighten your core, and push your hips back until you’re in a half squat position. Keep your head and chest up, and your knees at about a 120-degree angle, making sure they stay behind your toes for the extent of the exercise. Push your knees out and walk forward and then backward while holding the half squat position. Keep your feet parallel, with toes pointed forward.
2. Single leg deadlift
Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart. Keep one foot planted on the floor and bend at the hip to press the opposite leg straight out behind you. Reach your arms straight down in front of your body, or place them on your hips to make sure your whole posterior chain (backside) is completely flat. Bring your leg back to the ground, and switch sides. For an added challenge, hold a dumbbell in one or both hands.
3. Split squats
Move into your lunge position with one leg forward and one leg back. Slowly lower yourself down to tap your back knee onto the ground, then use your glute muscles to contract and raise yourself back up to a tall, standing position. Make sure to complete an equal number of reps on each side.
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The most effective method to fortify the lower back
Fortifying activities
Extending works out
Outline
Reinforcing practices for the lower back can assist with settling the lower spine and backing the chest area. They may likewise help lighten and forestall lower back torment.
Extending the back muscles subsequent to finishing a back-fortifying routine can assist with forestalling muscle irritation and injury. It might likewise give extra advantages, like further developing scope of movement and adaptability.
This article frames reinforcing and extending practices for the lower back. Together, these may help individuals limit and oversee lower back torment.
Fortifying activities
The accompanying activities can help fortify, settle, and back the lower back. The North American Spine Society takes note of that an individual ought to quit playing out a back practice on the off chance that it prompts intense or expanded back torment.
Glute span
The glute span works an individual's gluteus maximus, the biggest of the gluteal muscles, or glutes, that structure the hindquarters.
This muscle draws in when an individual broadens their hips, for example, when they stand up out of a squat. It additionally assists with both outer revolution, which is the point at which the knee and hip open away from the body, and snatching, which is the point at which the leg lifts from the body.
As per a 2019 reviewTrusted Source, scientists have connected feeble gluteus maximus muscles to bring down back torment. Fortifying these muscles might assist with forestalling this side effect.
The glutes assist with settling the lower back by going about as both a stabilizer and a mobilizer. Solid glutes can balance out and uphold the lower back and hips, and they can likewise assist with settling the knees when they are expanded.
To play out a glute span, an individual ought to follow these means:
Stage 1: Lie on the back with the knees bowed and the feet level on the floor, hip-width separated. Place the arms somewhere around the sides of the body with the centers of the hands looking vertical.
Stage 2: Fix the muscular strength and press the gluteal muscles.
Stage 3: Lift the pelvis off the floor. Keep on lifting with the goal that the body shapes a straight line through the shoulder, hip, and knee.
Stage 4: Stand firm on the foothold for somewhere around 2 seconds.
Stage 5: Gradually return to the beginning position.
Stage 6: Rehash the means over 10-15 times.
Bird-canine
The bird-canine works the gluteal muscles. It likewise practices the back extensor muscles, which connect to the rear of the spine and permit an individual to stand, twist, and lift objects.
To play out the bird-canine activity, an individual ought to follow these means:
Stage 1: Start the activity on all fours with the shoulders straight over the hands and the hips straight over the knees.
Stage 2: Tense the muscular strength and stretch the right arm straight out before the body.
Stage 3: Stand firm on the footing while at the same time remaining adjusted.
Stage 4: Gradually lift the left leg and expand it straight out behind the body.
Stage 5: Stand firm on the footing for 15 seconds.
Stage 6: Gradually return to the beginning position and rehash on the contrary side.
Stage 6: Rehash multiple times.
Board
The board practice fundamentally works the abs, yet it likewise draws in the arms, shoulders, hip flexors, and feet, making it a decent full-body security workout.
This position may likewise initiate the back extensor muscles and the quadratus lumborum, which is the most profound back muscle. It reaches out from the least rib to the pelvic bone.
An individual can play out a board by following the means beneath:
Stage 1: Lie on the stomach with the lower arms against the floor and the elbows straightforwardly in accordance with the shoulders.
Stage 2: Fix the stomach and gluteal muscles.
Stage 3: Lift the hips and the two knees off the floor.
Stage 4: Stand firm on the footing for 10-30 seconds without permitting the pelvis to droop toward the floor.
Stage 5: Gradually return to the beginning position and afterward rehash multiple times.
Change: An individual can make the activity less testing by bowing the knees somewhat and keeping them on the ground. They ought to zero in on keeping a straight line from the knees to the shoulders.
Side board
The sideboard is a changed form of the board that works the quadratus lumborum as well as the gluteus medius and tensor sash lata (TFL). These muscles are significant for hip steadiness.
A side board includes the accompanying advances:
Stage 1: Lie on the right half of the body with the right leg marginally twisted and the left leg straight with the foot on the floor.
Guarantee that the right arm is straightforwardly underneath the right shoulder with the lower arm reached out in front.
Stage 2: Fixing the muscular strength, lift the right hip off the floor.
Stage 3: Lift the right knee off the floor to fix the right leg and stack the feet on top of one another.
Stage 4: Keeping the body straight, stand firm on the footing for 10-30 seconds.
Stage 5: Gradually return to the beginning position and rehash on the opposite side.
Stage 6: Rehash the means over multiple times.
Alteration: Anybody who finds this exercise too troublesome can keep the base knee somewhat twisted and on the ground.
Stomach attracting move
Solid abs assist with supporting the spine and keep the hips appropriately adjusted. Powerless abs can bring about unfortunate center strength, which might causeTrusted Source at any point lower back torment.
The transversus abdominis (TA) is a profound stomach muscle that helps stabilizeTrusted Source the spine. The stomach attracting move (ADIM) is an activity that can assist with fortifying the TA.
To play out the ADIMTrusted Source, an individual ought to follow these means:
Stage 1: Lie on the back with the knees bowed and the arms somewhere around the sides of the body.
Stage 2: Keep the spine in an unbiased position and pull the belly button toward the spine.
Stage 3: Breathe in.
Stage 4: Breathe out while fixing the stomach muscles, drawing the belly button toward the spine.
Stage 5: Stand firm on the footing for 10 seconds, and afterward discharge. Rest for 15 seconds.
Stage 6: Rehash multiple times.
Stomach crunches
Stomach crunches assist with fostering areas of strength that offer better spinal help and hip arrangement.
Stomach crunches include the accompanying series of developments:
Stage 1: Lie with the back level against the floor, the knees twisted, and the feet level and hip-width separated.
Stage 2: Get the hands over the chest or arrive at the edges of the body toward the feet.
Stage 3: Fix the abs and lift the head and shoulder bones off the floor while breathing out.
Stage 4: Lower to the beginning position.
Stage 5: Rehash the above practice 10-15 times.
Extending works out
As indicated by the American Institute of Muscular Specialists, an individual ought to follow their back fortifying activities with back extending works out.
This approach reestablishes scope of movement and adaptability while forestalling muscle touchiness and injury.
The following are some lower back extending practices that individuals can integrate into their everyday daily schedule.
Knee-to-chest extends
Knee-to-chest stretches can assist with prolonging the lower back muscles, easing pressure and agony.
An individual can play out the knee-to-chest stretch as follows:
Stage 1: Lie on the back with the two legs level against the floor.
Stage 2: Lift the right leg, bowing the knee toward the chest.
Stage 3: Utilize two hands to pull the right knee toward the chest.
Stage 4: Hold the right knee against the chest for a few seconds.
Stage 5: Return to the beginning position.
Stage 6: Rehash with the passed on leg and afterward return to the beginning position.
Bowing back stretch
The bowing back augmentation can assist with extending the lower back muscles, facilitating agony and strain here.
To play out the stooping back stretch, an individual can follow these means:
Stage 1: Start the activity on all fours, situating the knees hip-width separated, with the shoulders straight over the hands.
Stage 2: Round the back, pulling the belly button up toward the spine and shifting the lower back toward the floor.
Stage 3: Stand firm on the foothold for 5 seconds.
Stage 4: Rock delicately in reverse, bringing down the hindquarters as close as conceivable to the heels. Guarantee that the arms are loosened up in front.
Stage 5: Stand firm on the footing for 5 seconds.
Stage 6: Rock tenderly back up to the beginning position. Rehash 10-15 times.
Adjusted situated side ride
The situated side ride practice extends the hamstring, the abductors, and the extensor muscles in the center and lower back. The situated side ride requires an individual to follow these means:
Stage 1: Sit with the two legs level against the floor and reach out before the body. The feet ought to be far enough separated that the legs structure a "V" shape.
Stage 2: Twist the left leg, bringing the surrendered foot to contact the right knee and allowing the passed on knee to drop out away from the body.
Stage 3: Keeping the back straight, twist from the hips and reach forward toward the toes of the right foot.
Stage 4: Gradually round the spine, bringing the hands toward the right lower leg or shin while bringing down the head as close as conceivable to the right knee.
Stage 5: Stand firm on the foothold for 30 seconds, then, at that point, unwind for 30 seconds. Rehash on the opposite side.
Stage 6: Perform 5-6 redundancies.
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Joyrider
(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)
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The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.
It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.
Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.
So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.
“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”
“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”
Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.
“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”
The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.
“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”
Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—
A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.
Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.
“Get off me!”
And a voice answered from behind him.
“I can help with that.”
Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.
The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.
“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”
The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.
“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”
“Hey,” Danny answered.
“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”
The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”
Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.
“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”
“On it,” Tucker, from behind.
“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.
Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”
“Lay her down, maybe?”
“Good idea.”
Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.
“Danny!”
“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”
“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.
“What?” Danny asked.
“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”
“Loose?”
“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”
Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.
“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”
Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.
Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.
Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.
“Danny, she’s not breathing.”
The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.
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Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.
A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.
“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”
“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.
“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”
“Why were you possessing that girl?”
“Hmm?”
“Why were you possessing her?”
The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”
“A joyr—she was dead.”
Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”
Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”
“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”
“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”
“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”
“Doing what?”
“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”
An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.
“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”
Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”
“The. Dead. Body.”
And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”
“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”
Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”
A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”
Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”
Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”
Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”
An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.
“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”
And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.
“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”
“I didn’t die.”
“Then what did happen?”
“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”
“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”
Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”
“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”
“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”
Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”
“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”
“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”
“Go.”
“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”
“Go.”
“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”
A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.
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“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”
Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.
“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”
Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.
“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”
Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”
“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.
Danny only stared.
Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”
Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.
What might happen when it hit him?
Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?
Would it do something else?
Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?
Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to try it out?”
Danny stood.
Danny stared.
Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.
#danny phantom#dp#dp fanfiction#long post#this idea is actually from uhhhhhh probably like 2 years ago#back when i was still in the midst of not being able to write anything so#stuck this idea in the microwave for this warm up fic
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-ˏ͛ nekoma ˏ͛-
— tetsurou kuroo.
≻ 100% brought the kink to the table.
≻ he fucking loves when it hurts.
≻ when you struggle to take his cock and have to push against him to physically stop him from sinking anymore into you
≻ that makes his cock throb.
≻ his mouth is foul too.
≻ he will degrade you and make you feel ashamed over how easily you cum from just his cock stuffing you open.
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“aww, does that hurt?” he chuckles, hand wrapped around your throat to keep you pinned down. your legs were spread, eyes teary as you stared up at him with your mouth open. you nodded, eyes widening as he ground his hips against you, pelvic bone catching your clit with the movement, “ah, it can’t be that bad if you’re getting wetter now can it?”
“t-tetsu...” you whisper, whimpering when he pulled his cock mostly out before sinking the length back in with a slow roll of his hips.
“god, you’re so cute,” he snickered, releasing your throat to grip beneath your knees, pinning you open so he could watch the way your little cunt spread to accommodate his length.
“please...i want more...” you gasp, licking your lips as he begins a steady pace. you’re getting wetter and wetter, the juices gushing from your cunt making lewd noises that make your cheeks burn.
“doesn’t hurt so much now, does it?” he scoffs, feeling you beginning to clamp sporadically around him, “you’re gonna cum like a little slut, aren’t you?”
you nod your head, reaching down to touch your clit but he slaps your hand away with a glare, “greedy girls don’t get to touch themselves. you cum from my cock or not at all.”
a handful of thrusts later and you were arching desperately beneath him, coating his cock in your cum. he chuckles as you dissolve into a trembling mess against his sheets, “little slut. i should have known how easy that would have been for you. you cum so easily from being stuffed full of a nice, fat cock.”
— kenma kozume.
≻ he doesn’t really have the kink tbh.
≻ but since you do, he humors you.
≻ since he’s on the smaller side, the size difference between the two of you isn’t exactly noticeable.
≻ tell him you like when it hurts and he’ll skimp on the prep just so he can watch the way you tremble as he sinks balls deep.
≻ his favorite thing is to watch your cunt stuffed full, thumb on your clit as he holds his cock completely still within you to make you cum and gush all over him.
≻ he’ll indulge your size kink and use it in his dirty talk as well.
≻ good boyfie.
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“you really are a desperate thing, huh?” he scoffs, making your cheeks burn hot, “look how wet you are. all because you like being stretched, yeah? you like when it hurts...when it burns.”
“y-yes kenma...” you gasp, brows furrowed as you looked up at him, unable to break your gaze from his. his eyes were intoxicating, bright and cat-like as he stared at you, making you feel pinned beneath the pure weight they held.
“i can tell,” he smiles, finally bottoming out in your cunt. he let out a stuttering breath, feelings your walls spasm around his length. he could feel himself drooling precum, mixing with the juices that soaked around him.
“pl-please make me cum, kenma...” you whimper, eyes finally moving to where he was currently stuffing you nice and full. your cunt was stretched around him, like a pretty flower that had him drooling.
“you wanna cum already?” he pants, bringing his thumb to your clit which is swollen from neglect. you immediately squeal at the pleasure as he begins to circle the bud delicately. your knees press into his sides, eyes rolling back in your head at the pleasure.
“yes please,” you gasp, leaning up on your elbows to watch him work your clit with expert touches, “i’m so close.”
“cum then,” he commands, “make a mess, show me how much you love being stretched by a nice, fat cock.”
— morisuke yaku.
≻ you won’t know he has one at all tbh
≻ but he does.
≻ he’s just lowkey about it.
≻ it’s just that he’s pretty small himself
≻ so it’s near impossible to find someone sufficiently small enough to make him feel big.
≻ but even the smallest size difference can fire him up.
≻ he literally loves being able to manipulate your body and pin you down so he can grind into your cunt until you’re creaming all over him.
≻ humor him and he will 100% be yours for life.
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“y-you fill me up so well, mori,” you whisper, lashes fluttering as he ruts his cock into your sloppy cunt. he already fucked you to two orgasms, making a mess of his cock but neither of you cared.
“yeah?” he grins, reaching down to flick your clit, rolling the bud beneath his calloused fingers. he groans as your walls flutter around him, gushing more of your arousal to add to the already copious mess you’d created, “i can tell you like having my cock, look at the way you’re creaming.”
“mori...” you whine at his filthy words, attempting to close your legs around him to obscure the heavenly view he had at your stuffed cunt.
he stopped you easily, pinning your knees to your chest, eyes never leaving where you were connected. he slowly began grinding against you, pelvic bone catching your swollen clit with every movement.
“ah, that’s a good girl,” he groaned, aiming his hips for that one spot he knew you loved, “tell me how much you love this. tell me how much you love being filled with my cock.”
“mori, fuck!” you squeal as he begins fucking you properly, grip on your knees tightening as he pinned you down beneath his weight, “i lo-love being filled with your th-thick cock!”
he curses under his breath, his own hips stuttering as your words sink in, making him groan, “you dirty girl...”
-ˏ͛ fukurōdani ˏ͛-
— koutarou bokuto.
≻ his cock is thick.
≻ like, no matter how many times you fuck him, you need maximum prep.
≻ it hurts every time he puts it in.
≻ and he hates that so much.
≻ so he always takes it slow.
≻ he only wants you to feel pleasure and he’ll take an hour to sink his cock fully into you if that’s what it takes.
≻ praises you the entire time you take him.
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“kou...” you gasp, rapping your arms around his shoulder as you snuggle your face into the crook of his neck.
“that’s it, pretty girl,” he whispers, peppering kisses against your shoulder as he cups the back of your head, “you’re doing so well. i’m almost in...”
a long, drawn out groan releases from his lips as his hips finally meet your after a long period of slowly working it in. it was always worth it in the end, the delicious feeling of being stuffed so completely by him.
“it feels so good,” you coo, sneaking your hand between your thighs to find your clit, hard and swollen and in need to stimulation.
bokuto leans back, resting his weight on his hands beside your head. his eyes travel to where your cunt as wrapped around him, covering his slowly moving cock in a thin sheen of white. his gaze zeroes in on your fingers, working your clit in needy circles, making your pussy squeeze him.
“make yourself cum for me,” he whispers, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot within you that he had learned of long ago, “cum on my cock, pretty girl. that’s it. it feels good doesn’t it? good, i love when you feel good, you know that. my cock is all yours, cream on it nice and hard for me...good girl...”
— keiji akaashi.
≻ he’s into whatever you’re into tbh.
≻ he lives to please and please he does.
≻ when you first express to him how you felt about the size difference between the two of you, he was a bit stunned.
≻ but once he saw what you meant; the way your cunt stretched wide to accommodate him, the little tears in your eyes when it stung just a bit too much, the way you came before he could fully bottom out...
≻ well, he quickly understood.
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“keiji!” you squeal, knees nearly buckling as he hit your g-spot perfectly. thankfully, he was prepared and braced himself to catch your weight.
he hummed, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he lifted on leg beneath your knee, holding you open, “look at that, pretty girl.”
your eyes flutter open and you find your own body in the mirror, gaze falling to where your boyfriend’s cock was stuffed into your dripping cunt. you gasp, turning to hide your face against his neck in shame when you realized the mess you were making.
your cum dripped down his balls and your thighs, a little puddle forming on the floor. he merely grinned, feeling the way you tightened at the filthy sight.
“doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart?” he cooes, hugging your body tight against him as he fucked your sweet cunt, “being stretched just how you like, hmm?”
“yes!” you gasp, “i love your cock, keiji. ‘s so perfect s-so, fuck, so big!”
he chuckles, kissing your cheek, “i know, kitten, why don’t you be good and cum, prove how much you love my big cock. you better thank me too.”
“yes, thank you, thank you, thank you k-keiji!” you cry out, trembling as your orgasm washes over you, “y-your big fucking cock makes me cum so hard!”
he grins, never slowing his thrusts even as your orgasm fades and you’re left babbling mindlessly in overstimulation about how thick and long his cock is.
— akinori konoha.
≻ another one that loves when it hurts.
≻ he’s not to the extent of kuroo
≻ but he thrives on the little whimpers and whines you let out as he forces you to take his entire length in one swift thrust.
≻ he always makes sure you’re dripping wet, making you cum before he even puts his cock to your entrance.
≻ he knows you can take it.
≻ he’s got the filthiest mouth of the bunch about it too.
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“you’re gonna take it all,” he whispers, a swift snap of his hips sinking his entire cock into you.
you yelp, hands slapping against his chest in response to the sharp pain. but the previous orgasms allowed your walls to quickly adjust and accommodate him. he grins when you sink down against the pillows, eyes wide and brows furrowed.
“aki...” you whisper, licking your lips, “it feels so good...”
“mmm i know,” he chuckles, fucking his thick length into your dripping cunt. he loves how wet you are, you’re literally dripping down his cock and balls, “so messy. look at you you’re just a desperate little cockslut. i bet you’d love to live your life like this; cunt stuffed, cumming over and over until you’re nothing but a stupid, fucked out mess that can only think about my cock.”
“aki!” you squeal, back arching as he hit a sweet spot inside you, making him chuckle.
“is my name all you can think of now, little bitch?” he growled, pinching your nipple lightly to make you moan, “you’re so cute when you’re creaming yourself over a nice, fat cock.”
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hi!!! can I request mark hugging-12,20 kisses-14,26,34 touching-2 but s/o has long nails so theyre like, kinda scratching his scalp or smthn like that?
sorry anon i put in a small tickle fight, enjoy!!!!
hugs, 12 & 20: hugging while lying down together, cuddling
kisses, 14, 26, 34: kissing each other breathless, giggling while kissing, jaw kisses
touching, 2: running fingers through hair
“this new position doing good for you?” mark lets out a strained noise, stretching out his sore muscles before his back gave a satisfying pop!; you let out a whistle. “ouch. that either hurt really bad or felt really good.”
mark gives a half-hearted hum before settling back onto your chest, peeking out from under the confusing tangle of limbs and bedsheets to continue watching the movie and you can’t help but smile, wrapping your arms tighter around the man before the movie catches your attention, too, watching in silence apart from mark’s occasional commentary and surprised shriek at the plot twist.
convinced that your boyfriend was asleep, you brush through a hand through his hair softly, feeling the dry roots starting to thicken out since it’s been a while since he’s dyed his hair. they’re almost soft under your skin, the thick fragrance of his chamomile shampoo filling your nose along with the delicious scent of taeyong’s cooking outside. mark squeaks when your fingernails come in contact with his scalp. “feels s’good.”
“this?” experimentally, you drag one finger down again and you have to laugh at the surprised face when your finger creepily dragged down his skull like a poorly written horror movie. mark frowns, “you know what i mean.” rolling your eyes, you go back to work, carding your fingers through his locks and to make sure your nails prod lightly at the scalp. every part of his body freezes and relaxes, freezes and relaxes until you get into the general rhythm and you can tell he’s a sucker for it when he visibly relaxes, a content sigh escaping his lips.
“mark, baby,” you mumble, tilting his head to face you until you’re met with droopy eyelids and a mouth that looked like he was talking in his sleep. it was adorable, stopping yourself from cooing as he struggles to open his eyes. “you gotta eat dinner first before you knock out.”
he complains, body weight instantly dropping onto you with the goal of getting your lips to connect with his. he misses it so bad that you chuckle, but mark uses it to his advantage by placing his plump lips onto the bone of your jaw line. they soon successfully find your lips, lips moulding to fit the other’s in a game of who-needs-oxygen-first. it’s mark, usually, when he’s too eager to kiss you in a fit of affection and you think you can win when his body suddenly grains strength in order to hover over you.
he’s needy, kept away from you for too long in the recording studio until his throat feels sore and his mouth feels dry from the company’s snacks. all he wants is too relish in taeyong’s cooking and your arms for the rest of the night. mark turns his head to get deeper, swiping a tongue over your bottom lip as a cheat to get a bit of air and you squeal when he pushes himself onto you even more.
“mark…” you sigh, but his mouth moves against yours so perfectly you’d think it was illegal. it makes your skin flare up and goosebumps appear on your skin, heart racing a hundred miles per hour before he finally pulls away. the expression you wear is one full of love that mark wastes no time to kiss you again, softer this time that it has you grinning.
“what’re you smiling about?”
“no- no nothi- argh! what the hell?!” you shout in surprise when he pokes your side continuously and mark has this crazy idea to muffle your screams with kisses, like you already aren’t struggling for air in the fit of tickles he gives. your kisses are short-lived, interrupted by your giggles every few seconds before your boyfriend finally stops his attacks on you. “that’ll teach you to laugh at me.”
“i w-wasn’t laughing- at you, mark s-stop!” your laughs were like blessings and your voice, like honey and your heart was gold and full. full of the love that mark had no problem giving when he had someone as splendid as you
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gold rush pt. 3 | jjk (m)
>>pairing: jungkook x reader
>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship
>>word count: 9.9k um?
>>warnings: pegging!!!, butt stuff!!!, sexy anal!!!, sub jk, soft dom oc, crying why do i always make everyone cry, fingering (m), strap on, dildos, vibrators, sex toys, sex shop adventures, explicit sex, like so explicit this bitch is basically 10k, mutual masturbation, coming untouched, kisses, aftercare in the form of snacks, titty squeezing, dirty talk, excessive use of pet names, yoongi exists
>>notes: i wasn’t gonna write this bc ur girl does not know the first thing about pegging, but jk sucking the strap came to me in a dream and i had to do it. it was highly requested so i hope u like it! i wrote and poorly edited this whole thing today so im sorry for any mistakes !!
>>summary: jk wants the strap, and jk gets what he wants !!
pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
The sun is shining, and there’s just the perfect amount of breeze to cool Jeongguk as sweat runs down his temple. The soccer pitch just got cut, making the ball much easier to control, and therefore much easier to aim at Jimin’s ass. It’s cool-down time, so the team is in groups of three, idly kicking the ball between each other, for the last few minutes of practice. All in all, a great day to talk about getting pegged with his best friends.
Jeongguk glances around the field, making sure the other groups are far enough away from him and his friends before clearing his throat. “So… do you guys like… get pegged?”
When Taehyung passes the ball to Jimin, Jimin completely misses it due to the fact that he is looking at Jeongguk like he is the most pitiful human on the planet. Jeongguk adjusts his shin guard to avoid the scrutiny.
“Gguk… honey… are you dumb?”
Taehyung’s jogging back after retrieving the ball that ran astray. “No, Mini. He’s straight.” He kicks the ball to Jeongguk. “If by ‘pegged’ you mean fucked in the ass by a real dick, then yeah. We do.”
Jeongguk receives the ball with a ‘rainbow’ and juggles it from his thigh to his laces, balancing the ball for a second before kicking it to Jimin. He nods, contemplative. “Nice.”
“Okay ace.” He passes to Taehyung, before throwing Jeongguk a teasing look. “You thinking about taking it up the ass, Gukkie?”
“Perhaps I’m contemplating.” He sniffs nose in the air.
Taehyung laughs. “Got your button milked once and now you wanna take a phallic shaped object? Proud of you.” He places his hand over his heart, like the mere thought of Jeongguk getting railed makes his heart warm.
A whistle blows, and Jeongguk kicks the ball up to his arm, tucking it into the curve of his trim waist. “Why does everyone call it a button? And it hasn’t only been once.” He sounds exasperated and so so tired.
His friends jog to bump shoulders with him as they make their way to the locker rooms. “Hey, jokes aside, I think it’s cool you’re like comfortable enough, or whatever, with __ to explore the things you like.” Taehyung says.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay Dad.”
“No seriously!” Jimin insists, holding the locker room door open for them. Fuck the rest of the team. “She seems good for you. Babys you like you need.” Jimin laughs.
Jeongguk’s shirt gets caught on his head as he squawks. “I don’t just like being babied, fuck you.”
“Okay so she also entertains your sadistic side. She’s the full package.”
Jeongguk looks down with a blush. He shrugs his shoulders lightly before bending over to get out of his gear. “She’s pretty cool I guess.”
Taehyung knees him while he’s still bent over making him stumble a bit. “Awe, Jeonggukkie is in love.”
“Shut up.” Jeongguk smacks him in the face with his smelly sock.
“When you gonna do it?” Jimin asks, buttoning his new pants.
Apparently they aren’t showering today. Jeongguk will just have to stop at his dorm before heading to yours to help you study. That reminds him that you have a test on Friday, but are free this weekend. He just so happens to be free as well. The team they were supposed to play had to forfeit because their coach got caught sleeping with one of the cheerleaders. Sucks, but good for Jeongguk and his little asshole.
“Maybe this weekend.” With their backpacks on, they start the trek back to the dorms. It’s nearing night now, the sun just starting to set in the sky. Jeongguk pulls out his phone to tell you he’s stopping by his place before heading to you. You reply quickly.
baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:
okie
wanna have sex instead of helping me study
me:
yeah but im not gonna
just think about how good the sex will be when u get an a
baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:
🙄
When Jeongguk pockets his phone, Taehyung speaks up.
“You think she’ll be down?”
Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, probably.”
Ever since the first time you made him cum untouched, butt stuff has been a moderately regular occurrence for you both as a long-term, healthy, pro-ass eating couple. Honestly it was mostly him getting his butt played with, but he supposed it made sense. Like Jimin explained to his once naïve self, it was just biological- or something. Whatever. He wonders if three fingers will be enough to fit a fake dick in his ass. He asks his friends.
“Eh…” Jimin starts, looking up like he’s thinking. “Maybe, but you might wanna try to get to four, maybe five if you're using hers, since she’s tiny.”
Jeongguk’s mouth falls open and he pales. Taehyung notices and laughs.
“Don’t get scared. It’s just better to over-prep than under-prep. And like obviously you work up to it, she’s not just gonna shove her fist or her cock up your ass.”
Her cock. A little tingle settles in Jeongguk’s lower belly at the statement. He’s been thinking about this for a while, looking at porn in his free time. Seeing the way the guys moan on their girls’ strap always gets him hard. Seeing how hard their cocks get when the toy hits them just right. He throbs when he sees the guys cum just from the strap, no hands. Maybe he should fuck you when he gets to your dorm instead of helping you study. His cock is feeling a little plump.
“Alright well… Bye, thanks for being gay and answering my anal questions!”
As he’s pressing the button to his elevator, they lived on opposite sides of the athlete dorm and there were different elevators for each of the wings, Jimin chirps, “Don’t forget to empty your asshole really well, and don’t eat the day of! Also buy extra lube and put a spare blanket down!”
Jeongguk winces. Valuable information indeed, information he mentally pockets, but did he need to yell it in the dorm common room?
“Noted!” He yells back at the elevator dings and opens up. Jeongguk pretends like he doesn’t meet the curious, kind of confused gaze of one of his teammates. He must have walked in while Jimin was yelling and only caught the end of the conversation while waiting for the same elevator. Jeongguk gets in and immediately closes the doors. He can catch the next lift.
~~~
Jeongguk’s got his head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through his long, silky hair. He showered today, so waves of his aromatherapy lavender shampoo are wafting up to you. Sweet boy. He seems sidetracked, occasionally sighing and subtly twisting, but is still more or less purring on your thigh, feet tucked up onto the cushion of the couch. Netflix is on the small tv that was left by the last person who lived there, you’re mac book connected via HDMI. You’re not really paying attention. Mind kind of tired from all the studying you had done this week. Jeongguk fidgets a tiny bit again, wiggling like he’s trying to get comfortable. He huffs a sigh.
“Hey,” You say softly, getting his attention.
His body curves at the waist, causing his t-shirt to bunch up and show off the dip of his hip bone. He looks up at you with wide eyes. He seems surprisingly awake. Must have some busy little bees buzzing around his mind. He makes a little questioning noise.
“You okay? You’re kinda fussy.” You murmur.
He groans. “I- am just thinking.”
“About?” You drag the word out in a singsong-y manner.
The way Jeongguk’s face flushes is so pretty, you have to stop yourself from cooing.
He moves himself from your lap and sits facing you. He looks like he's thinking about what to say, or how to say what he’s thinking so hard about.
Eloquently he states, “I’m horny.”
You glance at his cock. Not quite hard, but a little happy and excited. You chuckle, leaning towards him, giving him a playfully sexy look. “Okay, let’s fuck baby.”
Jeongguk blushes even more, cheeks tinted red, while he leans away from you.
You pout. “What?”
Again he pauses, a small pout on his lips. He seems to be in a soft, needy, difficult mood. You’re probably going to have to pry what he wants to say out of his mouth.
With another uncalled for exasperated huff, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and moves closer to you before catching you by surprise and swinging a leg over your lap. He’s facing you while he straddles your thighs. His arms are looped around your neck, he’s playing with a little bit of your hair, twirling the long length around his fingers. You smile up at him, gently. Your palms squeeze at his narrow hips encouragingly.
“I want to try something new…” He says. He sounds nervous and looks at you the same.
“Mhmm.” You say, fighting a smile.
“Really bad. Like I want it really bad.” His hips roll, probably unconsciously from the way he closes his eyes to ground himself.
You peek at his lap, and his cock is bulging, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to help hide it. You bring your hand to it, and massage him through his pants.
He whines and pushes against your palm before a hand comes down and grabs your wrist, stopping the movement. “Quit it, I’m trying to talk.” He’s so petulant and whiny.
You move your hand away and place it back on his hip, giggling a little. “Well spit it out, then.”
He scowls. You reach up and smooth the wrinkle in his brow before trailing it down and cupping his cheek. He softens immediately, melts like butter in your hands. His eyes close and he lets out a soft sigh, body relaxing a little.
He’s whispering, kinda giggling out of embarrassment, when he says, “I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, peeking at you through his lashes. “Like for real.”
Almost instantly a little spark ignites in your belly, and you feel your pussy get that telltale heartbeat. You didn’t want to push Jeongguk into anything, but you’ve been thinking about taking the ‘next step’ with your… ass-plorations for some time. But you figured he would get to the same point on his own, and would come to you when he was ready. Turns out you know him as well as you thought you did.
“Yeah?” You rub your free hand up his side.
He nods quickly, eagerly. You pinch his cheek lightly, and he retaliates by trying to bite at it. To avoid the attack it finds his way back to his waist.
“When did you want to? Tonight?”
He wiggles impossibly closer to you. Kisses you quick before nodding again. “Yeah. I um. I already like prepped… mostly. I prepped what I could by myself.” He pauses with a cute thinking face. “You will probably have to help me a little. But yeah. I got ready for you just in case.” He nods.
You hum, glancing at the old clock on the wall, another gift from the prior tenant. 11:52 pm.
“If we hurry, we can make it to a sex shop? They don’t usually close until 2 or 3 in the morning.” You suggest.
Jeongguk bites his lip, smiling excitedly. “Really? Can we?”
You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, duh.” You lean up and give him a speedy, but thorough kiss, smiling into it. “Been wanting to peg you for so long.”
His face scrunches endearingly. “Don’t call it that.”
He hops off your lap, and goes to grab the keys, wasting no time. He stands by the door expectantly. His cock is, extremely obviously, sticking out. Someone didn’t wear his briefs today.
“Can you like… kill that?” You’re laughing as you tug on some sweats of your own, having only been lounging in your panties and one of his shirts. Your usual at home attire.
He looks down, and has a smug grin on his face when he looks at you again. “It’ll go down in the car. Hurry up!”
~~~
A dildo looks so much bigger when one is looking at it knowing that it will be inside of them within the next few hours. And there are so many options and colors. Some vibrate, some have fake pubic hair on them. Some have balls that are squishy and feel eerily… accurate.
Jeongguk isn’t having second thoughts, no. But he is having thoughts. Very overwhelming thoughts.
You’re next to your boyfriend, glancing between him and the varying selection of fake cocks displayed in front of you both, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks a little pale, but tentatively excited. Curious at the very least.
“Which one do you want?” You ask.
“No idea.” He responds, eyes wide.
Like most store clerks, one shows up, almost like they have a built in ‘customer needs help and has no idea which dildo to get to peg her super hot boyfriend’ radar.
“You guys need help?” He is a small man, with a monotone voice. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else at 12:30am on a Saturday night.
“NO!” Jeongguk says quickly and loudly. Very loudly.
Both you and the store clerk flinch, looking at him shocked.
Jeongguk shifts on his feet. “No.” He says in a more socially acceptable tone. “No- I’m sorry. But we’re uh-” He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. “We’re good, thanks.”
The clerk looks between you and Jeongguk and the dildos. “Um… Alright.” He starts to walk away before he turns back around. “Well if you change your mind, I’m Yoongi and I’ll be at the counter. If your toy is electric I’ll test it in the back before you leave… We uh- provide batteries with your purchase if needed…” With one last glance, a very judgmental one in Jeongguk’s opinion, Yoongi takes his place at said counter. His eyes flicker to you guys every once in a while.
“Baby,” You grab Jeongguk’s face between your palms and make him look at you. You squeeze and his lips poke out making him look like a guppy. He blinks. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay.”
He rolls his eyes, guppy face and all. “Well obviously. I just- We don’t need help.” He wiggles out of your grip, much like a… guppy.
You grin, trying not to laugh, and just be the supportive girlfriend you are. “Okay, did you decide which one you want?”
A side glance. “Not yet…”
You walk up and go to grab a pink sparkly one.
“Uh, not that one.”
You quirk an eyebrow and move your hand to a larger one.
“No.”
You play a little game of dildo hot or cold until you have a better idea of what Jeongguk wants. His preference seems to be skin tone, close to his own, with a more realistic feel. Normal balls though, not squishy. Also no faux hair. You thank him for that. If you actually had a penis it would surely be waxed. Bless Jeongguk for doing the same. As for size, he leaned more towards a very normal, moderate size. Maybe 5 or 6 inches at most, not too thick. Smaller than himself. One last option.
“Do you want it to vibrate?” You ask, holding one in your hand testing the numerous different settings.
He shakes his head, answering quick. “No.”
He pauses.
“Wait.” He thinks. “Maybe. Should we? You could use it too?”
Sweet, kind, considerate angel. Always thinking about you and your pleasure. Couples who share the strap last the longest.
You shrug, pointing out, “I could use one that doesn’t vibrate too.”
He looks offended and sounds snotty. “Uh, you don’t need to.”
“Whatever. Why don’t we get both?”
You had a point. He pretends to ponder it, before nodding, already persuaded. “Okay.”
“We need the harness now.”
You begin the harness hunt, walking through the store, coming across many a things, but for some reason you both keep missing them. They’re nowhere to be found.
“Maybe they’re sold out?” He tries.
“Doubt it. Let’s go ask.” You grab him by his pinky and try to drag him to the counter. He resists.
“Let’s not.”
“Koo.” You say giving him a look.
He whines, throwing his head back. Borderline throwing a fit. You hold your ground, smiling.
He’s easy to give in. Being a brat just on principle. “Fine but you’re talking.”
You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Of course, baby.” With his pinky in hand, you make your way to the counter.
The store clerk, Yoongi, if you remember correctly, is sitting behind the counter hunched over smiling at his phone. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there.
You clear your throat gently, “Excuse me?”
Yoongi jumps, almost throwing his phone. “Fuck!” He exclaims. His fists come up ready to fight before he sees it’s you and Jeongguk. He then places his hand over his heart. “Shit, you scared me.” He chuckles, recovering quickly. “How can I help you?”
You stare at him for a moment longer before speaking up. “Um yeah, I was just wondering where your harnesses are?”
He leans on the counter, head in his hand looking kinda bored. “Hanresses? What kind? Hanging harness? Body harness?”
You glance at Jeongguk and he looks like he’s going to die.
“The um- strap on harnesses?” Your voice goes to a whisper when you say it, despite it just being you guys in the store.
Yoongi sits up, and looks at you, and then looks at Jeongguk. A look of understanding comes over his face along with an amused smile. He nods to himself, while getting up to help you. “Nice. Follow me.”
Jeongguk gapes at the ‘nice’ and looks at you in disbelief. You pat his butt telling him to get going.
With some help from Yoongi you pick out a harness that looks supportive and comfortable, the ring that holds the dildo, compatible with both the ones that you plan on getting. It’s a simple adjustable black one. Yoongi recommended wearing something under it if the straps dig into you and irritate. He seems bored, but he’s actually very good at his job, and very knowledgeable.
Finally you’re at the counter. You place all the items in Yoongi’s reach and he’s just about to tell you the total when Jeongguk perks up.
“Wait!” He says before scurrying off.
It’s quiet for a split second. Before the clerk speaks up.
“He’s cute.”
You smile, “Thanks, he’s mine.”
Yoongi laughs, small little fish teeth and gums on display. Must be a Pisces. You know Pisces teeth. “Does he have any cute friends?”
You nod. “Yeah, but they are dating.”
He shrugs. “Don’t care.”
“Uh… I can give you their Instagrams?”
He pulls out his phone, and follows them right there after a quick glance at their pages. Confidence is nice.
There’s a short lull in the conversation. And Jeongguk seems to be taking his sweet time getting something you guys must have forgotten. Or the poor things lost. It’s a big store. You speak up this time.
“Do you have like a manager I could leave a review for? You were really helpful, and seemed like you really knew what you were talking about.”
He shakes his head. “Nah, I own the place. You think I would be here on a Saturday night if it wasn’t obligatory? Thanks, though.”
“Oh.” You say. That was pretty impressive. The store was quite successful based on the reviews. You would make sure to let Jimin and Taehyung know Yoongi was a business man.
“Okay, I’m back.” Jeongguk announces. “Sorry I forgot where it was.”
He places 2 (two) large bottles of lube on the counter. You cough out a laugh.
“Baby, we have lube at home.”
“But do we have enough?”
“I think maybe one more would be more than enough.”
He ignores you, looking Yoongi in the eyes for the first time tonight. “Add both please.”
Yoongi nods, looking a little scared of Jeongguk’s seriousness, and does as he’s ordered.
After Jeongguk pays, and you both are making your way to the exit, Yoongi calls out, “Good luck, tell your friends to follow me back!”
“Uh- Okay?” Jeongguk yells back. When you’re in the parking lot, he asks, “What the heck was that about?”
You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “Don’t worry about it.”
~~~
As soon as you get back to your dorm, the atmosphere is thick, full of tension and nervous anticipation. Jeongguk’s fidgety, eager to get started. You’re not far off, but contain yourself a little more. Need to keep control of the situation in case Jeongguk gets deep into his mood.
You guys are in the bathroom now, each one washing a toy before you use it. You make sure to unwrap the harness and the lube as well, both at Jeongguk’s insistent request, ensuring you don’t have to stop and deal with it later.
“Let’s just get undressed in here, it’s where my hamper is.” You say already tugging your shirt over your head, tits bouncing freely. Jeongguk went without briefs today, and you went without a bra.
Jeongguk quietly follows suit, and you don’t miss the way his hands are trembling a little in anticipation. When you’re both naked he kisses you quickly, and jiggles your boobs a little just because they are there and because he can, before saying, “Okay, lets go.” He’s out the bathroom before you can even respond. You laugh to yourself and gather the stuff he forgot in his excitement.
When you walk out with your hands full, you see Jeongguk spreading out a blanket over your comforter.
“Whatcha doin?” You ask curiously, placing the items on the nightstand.
“Gets messy. Wanna save your bedding.” He states.
You squawk, grabbing the blanket he set up on your bed. “Not my baby blanket you monster.”
He laughs, abs tensing. You notice he’s already hanging a little heavy between his thighs. “Sorry. Was the first one I saw.” He walks over to the couch and replaces the blanket that’s hanging over the back with your baby blanket and resets up. “Better?” he asks, extended his arm towards your bed to show off his work.
You nod, and take the few steps needed to close the space between you both. Your hand runs down his belly, and you feel his muscles jump, and you see little goosebumps sprout all over. His hands come up to cup your tits. You kiss softly where his heart is. You look up at him.
“I love you.” You smile.
He blushes. “Love you.” He whispers, before he leans down and slots your lips together.
It’s eager from the start. Your bodies press together, as your hands roam. When he takes a breath and surges back in, your teeth click together is his haste, before his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans into you, his hand going down to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer.
You feel his cock against your belly, almost fully hard already. You reach down to wrap a hand around him, wanting to help him get there before you get started. He hisses, thrusting forward instinctively before pulling away. He looks like he hates that he does.
“No- I,” He’s already short of breath, chest rising and falling a little bit faster than normal. “I wanna watch you cum. With the toy.” He reaches around you, grabbing the vibrating dildo. “Please?” He asks. His eyes are fervent.
You take the toy in your hand, and kiss him again softly. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you. It’s all about you tonight.”
He shakes his head. “Always about you too.”
Your heart beats, happy in your chest. You thought about it earlier in the night, but Jeongguk really was the best lover. He always, always made sure you were taken care of, before, during, and after sex. He was so vocal and communicative, genuinely wanting you to know it was always about both of you, even if one was receiving more attention. He was caring like that in and out of the bedroom. You were so lucky to be his.
“You’re too good to me,” You laugh, climbing onto the bed. You settle back against your pillows, propping some behind you so you can see him, and watch him while you get off. He takes his place in front of you, looking at you expectantly.
He’s impatient, placing his hands on your knees, spreading you open so he can see your cunt. You let him get you into position before saying, “Keep your hands to yourself now, okay?”
He nods, eyes never leaving your pussy. He licks his lips. “Okay.” It’s said in a distracted kind of far away tone.
You hum as you bring the toy to your mouth, getting it wet. You wouldn’t need any lube, you would be dripping in no time. You don’t waste any time putting your free hand down between your legs and spreading your pussy lips, so your clit and the pretty pink center of your cunt are displayed for Jeongguk. You glance at him through your lashes, when you hear a small gasp fall from his lips. He’s already got a hand around himself. Just the tips of his fingers stroking his length, at a leisurely pace.
“She’s so pretty… You’re so pretty.” His eye flick to your face before zeroing in on your center again.
“Tell me how to do it baby. Tell me what you want to see.” You say, voice salacious and soft. You circle your finger slowly around your nub, dipping inside just a bit to spread your slick around.
When he swallows, it’s audible, his Adam's apple jumping. “I want you to turn it on low, and put it on your clit. I want you to feel good.”
You smile, and drag the tip of it down your body to just above your clit, turning it on the lowest setting before making contact with your sensitive nub. Your legs jolt, almost closing when you feel the vibrations. Even the lowest setting was strong. Your head falls back, and your legs spread more for him once you get used to the strength of the toy. “Fuck…” You breathe.
“Does it feel good?” He asks, greedy for your pleasure.
You nod, eyes still closed, focusing. You move the vibrator in small circles over your clit. You can hear Jeongguk’s breaths speed up.
“Turn it up.” His voice gives away that he’s speeded up his hand on his cock too.
You do as he says, looking at him as you do. He’s sin personified. He’s on his knees, sitting back on his feet, so his thighs are flexed and bulging. His abs tense when his palm twists under the crown of his cock. His eyes almost look black, pupils blown so wide, lust taking over his face. He’s got his plump bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He looks up from your pussy and catches you staring. He smiles shyly.
You keep your eyes on him as you bring the toy back down to your core. A short high pitched moan falls from your lips, as your brows knit together, before your eyes roll back. He groans, your expression enough to make his cock start to leak.
“Feels so good, Jeongguk.” You moan. The vibrator is right where it feels best, pulsing against your clit, causing pleasure to bleed into your veins.
“Yeah, baby?” He asks, he’s breathless, sounds like he’s in love. With you, your cunt. “Tell me.”
“‘S just right Koo, could make me cum just like this…”
He curses, and you open your eyes just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, keeping himself in check. “Not yet, baby. Little longer, please.” Still so polite and good for you, even when he’s the one telling you what to do.
He has you keep the vibe there, for a while longer, right in the spot that’s gonna make you lose it. He watches as a tiny clear drop leaks from you pink little pussy. It looks like it’s heavy and about to drip down to the blanket under you. He doesn’t notice your legs shaking until you’re gasping, “Koo, I’m almost- I’m gonna-”
“No!” He says quickly, his hand reaches out to pull the vibrator from your cunt just before you get your high. Your pussy aches and throbs, wanting to cum so bad.
Your chest is heaving when you ask, “Are… are you edging me?”
He shakes his head, even though your eyes are closed, trying to catch your breath. “No, no! I just. I got distracted.” He looks at that small drop of slick again. Fuck, he wants to lick it up and drink you down. “You’re leaking.” He states.
You laugh, breathing getting back to normal. “Yeah?” You reach your hand down to collect the distracting little droplet and bring it in front of you. You press the sticky finger to your thumb and then pull them apart to see the clear strings stay connected even as you pull. You hum, before offering your hand to Jeongguk. He sucks in a breath.
“Want some?”
He’s quick as he crawls between you legs, cock fully hard now. He watches you as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around getting every last bit, before he sucks off with a pop!
He crawls farther up your body to kiss you deep, wanting you to get a taste of yourself too. He pulls back just a bit, and whispers against your lips, “I want you to fuck yourself with it, okay? Just for a little bit, then you can cum?” He’s phrasing it as a question, knowing he really doesn't have the final say, not tonight. But his voice is shaking from how turned on he is, how could you ever say no?
“Sit back.” Is all you respond. He does as he’s told.
You buzz the toy over your clit again, just because you can. Wanting to see how long Jeongguk can be good before begging. Turns out it’s not long at all.
“Put it in…” He moans. You look at him and his mouth is parted, and his eyes heavy as he watches you. His hand is moving fast over his cock, sticking straight up to his tummy. “Please.”
You drag the toy down to your slit, and tease it there before just barely pushing it in just a fraction of the length. Jeongguk whines, high and desperate. Apparently you’re moving to slow for him.
“More,” He begs.
You sigh, “You’re so needy tonight, baby.” He nods, agreeable.
When the toy sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt, you and Jeongguk both moan a quiet, “Fuck.” simultaneously. You’re coherent enough to laugh a little at the jinx, but he seems to barely notice, too focused on watching the toy sink into you, and then come back out to vibrate your clit again. You keep up this teasing pattern, again waiting to be told what to do by him, waiting to see how long he makes it this time.
“Harder, do it harder,” He’s panting. Moaning every word that leaves his lips.
You do as he says, and finally push the toy in at a pace that gets you climbing to being close again. You won’t be able to come like this though, and he knows that. Knows that you can only cum from penetration with him. He leans over and grabs the other toy from the end table, spitting on it and spreading it around until it's covered well.
“Use them both, want you to cum for me.”
With two toys in your hands, one in your cunt, filling you up, and one on your clit, making your legs shake, you do your best to make yourself cum. But it’s not enough. A soft whine falls from your lips, you’re so close, but you need more. More than you can give yourself.
“Faster baby, faster. You’re so close.” He whispers. He got both hands working now too, one stroking and one down tugging on his balls.
You whimper, “I can’t my arm hurts. It’s tired.”
Immediately he stops pleasing himself and gets right to pleasing you. Your pleasure taking priority. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll help you baby.”
Jeongguk sits between your legs, and takes over the toy fucking into you, and turns up the one on your clit. With him pushing the toy in at a pace that you couldn’t do yourself, and the other toy vibing your clit incessantly, it takes barely any time at all for you to cum. You were so close already, just needed him to push you over.
Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling, when you cry out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it, baby. Wanna watch.” He’s quiet, paying close attention to your body and the reactions he’s helping pull from it. He’s part of the reason why your face looks so pornographic as you finish. He’s part of the reason why your back is arching off of the bed. He’s part of the reason why your toes are curling, and why your legs are shaking, and why your pussy is contracting over the toy he’s still thrusting inside of you, working you through every last second of your orgasm. He reads your body cues, and slows down and pulls it out when you start to come down. You look blissed out, and you bring a hand to your hair and fluff it a little before laughing.
“That was good.” You sigh smiling, and when you look at him an image forms in your head, and you have every intention of making him carry it out.
Right before your eyes, Jeongguk wraps his lips around the toy that is going to be inside of him in just a short while, sucking off your slick. He laps his tongue around it trying to get it all. He’s obscene.
“Gimme,” You say sitting up with an extended hand.
He pouts at being interrupted, but does as he’s told. He takes your spot on the bed, and you head to the bathroom, stopping by your dresser on the way.
When you get to the bathroom, you close the door and get to cleaning the toys once again. After, you get to the stuff you grabbed from the wardrobe. A lacy pair of black panties, and sheer black thigh highs with matching lace adorning the tops. You slip into them, and then move on to the strap on. You hold it in front of you and try to make sense of which part goes where, and which holes your legs go into. It takes a second, but you get into it, adjusting it so it's nice and snug. Your outfit probably won’t help much with protecting your thighs, but at least the little part above your pussy will be safe. You look at yourself in the mirror. Not too weird or scary yet. You glance at the dildo on the counter.
It’s not too big so hopefully it’s not too… jarring when you see yourself with it. You get to work, slipping the suction base of the non-vibrating toy into the ring that’s meant to hold it in place. You look at it sticking out from your crotch and take a deep breath before turning to the mirror.
You gasp, before cackling quietly. You knew it was going to be weird. Like you knew. But actually seeing yourself with the whole get up is funny. Right now at least. You know it’s going to be sexy, once you get used to it and into the moment and inside of Jeongguk. You wonder how he’s going to react. Only one way to find out.
While you're walking to your bedroom from the bathroom, the dildo bobs, and you're giggling distractedly until you lift your eyes to let your boyfriend know you're ready. Again you’re met with a scene so indecent it belongs in a porno.
Jeongguk’s eyes are closed and soft moans are falling from his lips as he strokes his cock. He’s got three fingers in his ass, opening himself up for you, for your cock. Such a good good boy. He was so patient and productive while you got ready for him.
“You’re so good baby,” You murmur softly.
Jeongguk blinks his eyes open slowly, and rolls his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t even falter in his movements at all, hand still moving, fingers still thrusting. He smiles a little when he sees you, but his eyes are hazy and he sounds lust drunk when he simply says, “You look sexy.”
You blush and a fond smile graces your lips, any embarrassment or self consciousness you were feeling prior to seeing him spread out for you on your bed, quickly vanishing.
You settle on the bed between his legs and watch for a moment as his hole takes his long fingers in. “Want me to help?” You ask quietly.
“Mhmm,” He nods, eyes closed still, tongue peeking out from between his lips. He doesn’t take his fingers out, though.
You grab the lube next to him, and flip it open. “You gonna get out so I can get in?”
He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Put one in with mine.”
Something about that makes your body tingle. Inside of him with him. Opening him up. You can’t explain it, because you don’t really even get it yourself, but it makes you buzz and feel almost high.
You slick up your middle finger, and drizzle some more on his for good measure. He jumps slightly, and then giggles softly.
“Cold.” He says.
“Sorry,” You say distractedly. Your finger is lined up with his now.
“I’ve never done 4 before so you… have to go slow…” He pauses as he speaks, letting himself moan freely when his fingers graze over that secret spot that he’s grown to love so much.
“Tell me to stop if you need to.”
He doesn’t reply, just stops his fingers so you can wiggle yours in next to his. At the first push against his hole, there’s resistance. Very much expected. He’s quiet, teeth gritted, but he never says stop, knowing his body wants it, and knowing it will accommodate what he wants. After the second knuckle, your finger sinks in, almost gets sucked in, by his hole.
He lets out a shaky breath.
“You okay, baby?” You check in.
“Yeah just… full.” He moans when you wiggle your finger experimentally. “”S good. Move it some more.”
You do, and his start to move with yours. You can feel his fingers curl inside of himself to reach his prostate, and it’s pleasant in an out of body way, knowing when his face is going to contort in pleasure, and when he’s going to cry out, when you never really knew before. You’ve milked him before, of course, but feeling him do it to himself from the inside? It’s kind of thrilling.
“Pull, stretch me out.” He moans, voice impatient and needy.
He gets kinda slutty when something’s up his ass.
He swears when you do, his finger rubbing insistent circles on his prostate to distract himself from the minor sting of the stretch. His moans, start to raise in pitch and his hand that’s on his cock, still jerking it, starts to speed up. You can tell he’s close. He clenches against your finger that’s still stretching him open.
“Fuck,” He says, on a breathless giggle, “Take them out. Or I’m gonna cum.” He’s still stroking his cock, like he doesn’t wanna stop.
“You c-”
“No. Out.” He demands, hand finally pulling away from his cock, and his fingers inside stop. You gently ease out of him.
When Jeongguk’s fingers slip out, you gasp. His little pink hole is clenching on nothing, still open just the tiniest bit, thoroughly stretched.
“You know how you always say my pussy is pretty?” You ask, fingers tracing around the puffy stretched rim.
He makes an affirmative noise, watching you with hooded, lazy eyes as you touch him. He even spreads farther so you can touch and see better. You marvel at the difference between the embarrassed boy you made cum untouched a couple months ago, and the one in front of you now, so comfortable and relaxed. It makes you happy.
“Well, your butthole is pretty.”
He snorts, and kicks you lightly. He smiles at you, soft and sluggish. “Just fuck me.”
He sounds so wistful and just ready.
But you’re not.
You grip the base of your cock, and stand up. You walk to the head of the bed, next to his confused face. You stay there waiting for him to get it. He doesn’t.
“You want me inside of you right baby?” You ask, voice gentle.
He nods, eyes no longer hazy, but wide and confused. He looks between you and your cock.
“I think that means you have to get me ready. Get me nice and wet, right?”
You can physically see when Jeongguk gets it. When it clicks for him. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Yeah… You’re right. I should… help you.” He whispers, sitting up. You back up enough for him to have a place on the floor.
Jeongguk on his knees for you isn’t a new sight. He’s eaten your pussy like this before, you either grinding onto his face, or him holding you still and making quick work of your clit. But Jeongguk on his knees for you to suck your cock? New, and lewd.
He looks nervous, kind of hesitant. A hand is raised midway, like he isn't sure if he should grab it.
“Lick it, baby.” You encourage.
He glances at you, doe eyes seeking approval as he leans forward and gives a kitten lick to the tip. You nod, letting him know he’s doing well. His hand comes up and replaces yours at the base and he opens his mouth enough to wrap his lips around the head, and he swirls his tongue.
He pops off, and strokes up to where his mouth was and spreads the little bit of spit. The silicone is still dry though, so he spits on it more, straight from his mouth. You suck in a breath.
“Fuck, you’re so hot baby.” You whisper a breathy moan as his hands move up and down your cock. He adds his mouth again.
He hums a little, before backing up and looking at you again. “Does that feel good?” He asks.
You laugh lightly, in pure awe of him. He’s so sexy, and so sweet, and so incredibly lust inducing. Your pussy aches behind your cock. “Feels so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”
He hums, still stroking you off. “I really want it inside me…” He says, hinting that he’s ready.
You have mercy on him, having fulfilled your newfound personal fantasy enough for the night. Maybe you could revisit it another time. But now it was time to fulfill a mutual fantasy.
“On the bed, hands and knees.” You tell him.
Excitedly he hops back onto the bed, and gets into position, his hole on display for you. His back is arched and you can see the plush swell where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks. You settle behind him, and his shoulder to waist to hip ratio, is sinful. He’s always had the daintiest waist, strong, but still so small. But at this angle, it’s cinched and the way his legs are spread makes his hips look wider, accentuating the dip at his middle. You rub your hands over the narrow curve, all the way to his cheeks, grabbing handfuls of the muscle. There’s a slight give when you squeeze your hands.
Jeongguk’s head drops, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, he’s got the chills again, and he’s got a constant thrum coursing through his body. “Please…” He moans, so quietly, so desperately.
You kiss the small of his back before grabbing the lube left abandoned on the bed. You lather 2 of your fingers, and push them into Jeongguk’s hole making sure he’s nice and slick. There’s no resistance at all, hole loose and ready enough for them to slip right in. Then you lather your cock, probably with too much lube, honestly, but you wanted to be so sure that he didn’t feel any more pain than absolutely necessary. You knew the first initial push in would be the worst, but you were hopeful you both had stretched him out enough to at least minimize or diminish it altogether.
You grab the base of your cock and line it up with his hole. It flutters, when you barely press against his rim.
“Ready?” You ask, giving a heads up.
“Yeah.” He says softly.
He’s tight. His hole sinks in with the tip of your cock before the rim gives and swallows around it. Jeongguk tenses and his hands grip the blanket under you.
“Shit…” He groans. He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth.
You rub soothingly at his lower back, fingers dipping when you run them over the dimples at the bottom of his spine. “You’re doing so good baby.” You tell him.
“Doesn’t really hurt, I’m just stretching.” He says through his teeth. “I can take it though, keep going.”
You grab the lube and drizzle more directly onto his hole. He doesn’t mention the cold this time, too focused on taking your cock. You push against him, and feel yourself sink deeper into him. It’s like after the tip was in, his body knew what to do to take the rest. The slide wasn’t a swift, fast stroke, but it was a smooth and slow glide. When you bottom out Jeongguk’s arms give out from under him, his face going to the bed.
“Holy fuck.” He keens, resting his head on his arms. Your hands are constantly on him, soothing him in any way that you can.
“Tell me when.” You whisper patiently. He nods. With his head turned to the side and pillowed on his arms, you can see his eyes are squeezed shut. The inhales and exhales you can see in the expanding of his ribcage, tell you that he’s taking deep breaths working through the stretch, getting himself used to it.
“Okay… Ready.” He murmurs.
You pull out just a bit before pushing back in. Jeongguk moans softly. Spreads his legs even wider, arches his back even deeper. He’s pushing his ass out for you, his body begging you to make it feel good.
You keep a slow pace, kind of nervous to speed up.
“You can go faster, feels nice.” He says. He’s been puffing out little gasps of air every time you bottom out with your slow pace.
With his consent, you grab at his hips and pull out to just the tip, before swiftly pushing back in, fast and hard. His cheeks bounce on the impact. You grab one and jiggle it a little, thrusting into him again, drinking down the whines that slip out.
“You’ve got such a bubble butt, I never noticed before. But it like… bounces.” You say, wonder in your tone.
“Thanks, can you like tell me about it later?” He asks, voice strained.
Point taken.
Your thrust game is kind of shitty, in reality. It’s hard to find a rhythm, your hips not used to moving this way. But Jeongguk is moaning freely underneath you, just happy to have something inside of him after thinking about it all week. So you keep going, and eventually, the pattern comes to you, still kind of messy, but now you’ve got him cursing beneath you. You’ve got one hand on his ass, the other braced on his arched spine.
A particularly good thrust has Jeongguk burying his face into the bed, teeth biting at the bedding. “Yeah fuck-” He groans with his mouth full of blanket. With his hands now free, he brings them behind him and settles them on his cheeks and spreads.
You watch clearly as your cock sinks into Jeongguk’s ass. You’re out of breath, but you make sure to tell him how good he looks, how pretty his hole looks swallowing your cock, like it was made to take it.
“Wanna ride you.” He says. His voice is pitifully wrecked and he sounds so thoroughly fucked, you feel a little proud. Still, you’re grateful for a break. You don’t know how he fucks you like he does. ‘Topping’ is tiring. You pull out of him, and realize that when you were in awe of his hole at taking your fingers, it was premature. Jeongguk’s hole after he takes your cock is vulgar. It’s properly gaped now. Not huge, but around a fingers width.
He rolls over, and settles on his back like he just needs a moment. His chest is heaving, similar to yours. You hop off the bed, and a needy keen comes from him. You glance back at him, and he looks like he’s going to get up and follow you, but you hush him gently.
“I’m just getting some water, baby. I’ll be right back.”
He huffs flopping back onto his back. “Hurry please.” He whines.
You get back as soon as possible with a glass of water for you both to share. He sits up onto one elbow and makes a grabby hand for the cup after you’ve had your share. You swat his hand away and hold the cup to his lips. He hums, gulping the water down. He’s happy to be coddled and taken care of. When he finishes with a cute little gasp, you place the cup to the side, and brush your hand through his sweaty hair.
He butts his head against your palm and laughs. His eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners. His water break seems to have perked him up. His cock hasn’t deflated one bit. Rock hard and red, throbbing against his tummy. It’s messy and wet too.
You’re about to ask if he touched himself while you were inside of him, but before you can, you’re getting manhandled until he’s on top of you. He’s got your hands pinned above your head, and he smiles at you playfully, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow. He sucks on your lip, and slowly grinds his cock onto your belly, soft whines spilling from his tongue. He brushes his nose against yours as he sighs into your mouth, finally allowing himself the pleasure of paying attention to his cock.
He doesn’t allow himself relief for long, however. He’s sitting up and looking from side to side for the lube before finally spotting it. His movements are quick and hectic, like he’s too excited and overly eager.
You rub your hands over his strong thighs. “Hey, slow down. You don’t have to rush. We have all night.”
He sighs at your touch, and nods softly. He whispers. “Yeah… okay. I love you.”
The little affection makes you swoon, absolutely smitten. “I love you.” You squeeze at his legs, tenderly.
He hums. “Gonna ride you now.” He opens the lube and continues with eager actions, almost like you didn’t even slow him down just a moment ago. You smile fondly to yourself. Jeongguk’s too busy slicking up your cock again to notice the mushy look.
He’s got a hand reaching behind him and he’s gripping your cock to line it up with his hole. He wiggles to get into the right position before slowly starting to sink down. His eyebrows are pinched, and his mouth falls open. But his eyes roll back when he bottoms out. His hands are braced on your stomach.
“Oh, I love it like this.” He whimpers. His legs tense at your sides, almost like he’s trying to close his legs at the pleasure he feels from your cock being tucked inside of him, hitting all the right places. He starts to grind on your cock, soft pleasured little mewls just tumbling off his tongue.
He looks so good, whining, grinding on you with his weeping cock displayed. But you wanna see him lose it on your cock. See him fall apart at how good it feels, not watch him bask in it.
“Bounce on it.” You say, voice sounding almost as fucked out as his. You know your panties are soaked through at this point, pussy pulsing and neglected, tucked away behind the strap.
Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, wanna.”
He’s lifting himself off your cock to the tip before sliding down on it again, hard and fast. It punches a sharp gasp from his lungs. He finds a pace he likes and keeps it up, his thighs tensing, and his abs flexing as he tests his stamina, chasing that euphoric feeling he wants so so badly. He’s so strong and fit, bouncing up and down on your cock as loud unabashed moans fill the room.
The force of him riding you makes your tits jiggle, bouncing around until they catch his attention. He groans before his hands find them, squeezing hard, using them as leverage as he pulls and drags his hips over yours. Your cock must be rubbing over his prostate because he’s losing his mind. All kinds of noises leave his mouth, and the expressions he makes are filthy.
“Fuck baby. You make me feel so good. The best- I-” He eyes squeeze shut and his mouth opens in a silent moan, overwhelmed, before a guttural groan sounds from deep within his chest. “God. Wanna cum on your cock, baby. Fuck me-”
You laugh, wonderstruck, and kind of deliriously high on the satisfaction and fulfillment you get from seeing Jeongguk feel so just…. Good. “Yeah baby? You’re gonna cum for me? All over my cock?”
He whimpers and nods as he gets back to bouncing, a desperation to his movements that wasn’t there before. His cock is slapping against both of your stomachs with nasty wet noises due to his precum getting everywhere. You feel some fly and hit your neck, his cock just dripping, weeping and begging to cum.
It won’t be long though, before he cums. You feel the way his thighs tense, and he gets that confused look on his face, and he’s got that puzzled pitch to his moans. It’s the way he always gets when he cums untouched, always in awe that he can do it himself, without a hand around his cock. His whole body is flushed and hot to the touch, sweat making him glow in the soft light of your bedroom lamp.
He throws his head back, neck extended, and veins bulging, before looking down at his bouncing cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He’s so whiny and noisy when he moans.
“Yeah?” You ask again, “Do it baby, show me how. You can do it, cum for me.”
He’s nodding frantically, “Yeah- I’m gonna... Fuck, yes- Yeah, I’m-” He bounces a few more times, silent aside from the obscene squelching noises of your skin meeting, before his body tenses one last time before that string in him snaps. “Cumming-” He chokes it out. His moans don’t stop the whole time his cock shoots out his load, landing on your tummy. The moans even turn into cries, actual tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. His body jerks and twitches with his orgasm. But still, he’s grinding on you, your cock still rubbing that spot inside of him, it’s like he never wants the feeling to end, even if it’s devastating, bordering on too much to handle.
You smooth your hands all over his sweaty body, before firmly placing them on his hips, stopping him. “Hey. You’re good, you did so good baby, you don’t have to keep going.”
Jeongguk’s cries are quiet, and he takes a few deep stuttering breaths to try and calm himself down, nodding with your soothing words. He rubs the back of his hand at his eyes, trying to dry them. It doesn’t help much, he’s calmed himself some but a few silent tears still make their way out, along with some soft hiccupping breaths.
“Lay down, and wait for me, hmm?” You whisper gently. He nods and lifts himself slowly, wincing at the sore ache in his hole. It’s more prevalent now that the pleasure has subsided. He all but collapses onto your pillow.
“I’m gonna get some more water, and a towel okay?”
He grunts in response.
Before you go, you strip out of the gear, just tossing it on the ground, eager to get back to Jeongguk after getting the things you need.
When you get back, he is in the same exact position, and you laugh lightly.
“Baby?” You ask, making sure he didn’t fall asleep.
Another grunt.
Good, he would hate you in the morning if you left him to sleep being so messy.
“Sit up, I have water and snacks and cleaning supplies.”
His head pops up. “Snacks?” His hair is sticking up on one side.
You laugh, endeared. He’s not crying anymore either, a good sign that he will be okay in just a little while after some kisses and love.
“Yeah, I got some of those seaweed chips you like, and some water.”
He sits up, leaning back on the pillows knowing the drill for after butt stuff. You hand him the water and the chips. He eats first.
“You hungry?” You ask, fitting yourself between his legs with the warm washcloth. He opens easily, munching away. You both are far past after sex shyness.
He talks with his mouth full. “Yeah. Jimin said not to eat the day off.”
You hum curiously, but don’t question it. Jimin partakes in butt stuff much more than you both.
You’ve got all the lube cleaned off his thighs and cheeks, now all that’s left is his hole. You do it as gently as you can, knowing he’s sore just from how red and swollen and puffy it is. But he still winces.
“How bad is it?” He mumbles.
You hesitate. “Um… You’re gonna be a little sore.” You tell him simply.
He groans, before downing his water. When he’s done, he says, “Practice is going to suck.”
You nod in agreement. It was. You wrap the used cloth in the blanket you used to protect your sheets, once again just tossing the bundle to the floor.
“Worth it though,” He smiles, pleased.
You chuckle as you find your place by him. He’s set his refreshments aside and lets you curl against him. His body sags with exhaustion when he feels your warmth press into him. You plant kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. He purrs.
“Why’d you keep going?” You ask, between smooches.
“I don’t know… it just felt so good. I guess I didn’t want it to stop.” He’s quiet, and his words are said on a sigh.
You nod, your kisses making your way to his lips. You just kiss him, slow and easy, for a few minutes until he yawns into it. He giggles.
“I’m so tired man.”
“I bet man.” You tease.
He kisses you one more time before asking, “Will you tickle my back until I fall asleep?” It’s hopeful and so sugary sweet.
“Yeah roll over.”
It’s barely a few minutes before you're met with his soft snores. You kiss his shoulder blade, before following right behind him.
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