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bruisedboys · 5 months

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no bc oml finnick odair would absolutely start giggling like a little girl whenever reader compliments him. he's literally like a lovesick teenager 🤧😭

and if reader traces his dimples ?? dear god it's over for him

the dimple thing yes!!!!! thank u for the thought angel and your support!

finnick odair x fem!reader

You’re half in Finnick’s lap, gazing up at him as he reads. He keeps asking you if you’re bored, but you’re not, you just like watching him. He’s got a lovely face — a handsome, sharp jaw, golden sunkissed skin, thick blonde curls and stormy eyes. You think you could look at him all day, and more.

“Honey,” he says without looking at you. His neck is warm under your hands. Your hands, which are climbing him like a tree, desperate and greedy where they push over his t-shirt and his warm, warm skin. He sounds amused as he turns a page of his book idly. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you say airily. “Just looking at you.”

Finnick chuckles. It rumbles low in his chest, and you feel it where your hand is pressed to him. Your body warms through at the sound.

“I can see that,” he drawls. He peers at you out of the corner of his eye, grinning like a fool, pretty teeth peeking through prettier lips. “Are you enjoying the view, sweetheart?”

You think he’s teasing, but you're too enraptured by his nice voice and his bruising smile to do anything about it. You especially like his dimple. You bring your hand to his jaw clumsily, grab hold of him with your fingers and poke at the indent in his skin with your thumb.

“What are you doing?” Finnick asks through startled laughter, though his neck grows rapidly hotter under your touch.

“Your dimples are so nice,” you say earnestly, your thumb now tracing over the corner of his mouth. “You’re really pretty, Finnick, you know that?”

Finnick gives a breathless sort of laugh. “What?”

He drops his open book onto his lap to look at you. There's something in his gaze that you don't quite understand, but it sends your heart into a riot anyway.

“What’d you say?” He asks, though you know he heard you just fine.

“I said you’re pretty,” you say sheepishly, shrugging one shoulder. You feel very warm under his intense gaze. But he is pretty, and you’re sickeningly obsessed with him, and he deserves to hear it. “Or handsome. Whichever one you prefer.”

Finnick blinks at you, his blonde crush of eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. He closes his book and puts it to the side.

“Sweet girl,” he croons, all sticky sweet and husky.

He gets his hand around your leg where it's half hooked over his, and pulls you firmly into his lap. His fingers mould to your hips, gracing a slice of your skin as your shirt rides up. You go happily, planting your hands on his firm chest, and try to act like this isn’t exactly what you wanted.

The way his heart pounds under your palm doesn't go unnoticed.

“I like them both,” he says, earnest. He kisses you once, chaste, and then pulls back, his forehead pressed to yours. His warm breath washes over your mouth and you get so dizzy you could pass out in his arms. He's looking at you like he wants to devour you, mouth quirked into this half smile that has your stomach doing backflips, eyelids hooded.

He works his fingers behind your ear to draw you in, as if he can't get you close enough.

"You really think I’m pretty?” He murmurs.

"Yes," you nod, breathless. "So pretty."

Finnick's answering kiss tells you he really appreciates the compliment. You figure you’ll have to compliment him more if he’s gonna react like this.

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silkval · 6 months

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♠】 find out what goes on behind the scenes with the darling of your choice!

send an ask with the name of your darling and the question numbers you would like answered, and you will get your request!☆

》 content desc/warnings

absolutely feral blade, like kneeling at ur feet n panting kinda feral, reserved-ish blade, reader does not hesitate to knock down blades ego (and he finds it hot), a little fluffy, but also mentions of corpses lol, …and fucking around said corpses, honestly not a lot of smut just suggestive, both reader and blades anatomy is not specified so go wild

★fujoshis, wlm and minors please fuck off- you will be blocked★

Ⅱ 》 what is the strangest place they've had sex with you?

not exactly a place in particular, but- yknow, in front of a few… not-very-alive looking bodies. what? he couldn't help himself- how could he, when you just looked so damn good after a fight? chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, that sharp gleam in your eyes and a vicious snarl curled at your features… it took less than a beat before he was dropped on his knees in front of you, panting like a dog in heat and practically drooling as much as the surrounding corpses bled… safe to say that was certainly one of the most ‘messy’ lovemaking session you two indulged in.

Ⅲ 》 do they wear lingerie or anything special for you?

honestly, the guy is a little reserved- at least when he first met you. always stayed modest when training; wearing a plain compression shirt when training compared to some of his other colleagues who went shirtless, preferring to change within his own quarters than in the changing barracks, so its safe to say it took him a while to muster up the courage to start wearing more revealing casual wear around you. it started with the occasional silk blouse with a few buttons loose- flustered and nervous about his little attempt of showing off to you yet you'd never guess from his blank stare, aside from the faintest tint of red on his cheeks. but now? oh, he will not hesitate to show off- now, half the damn time you see him he’ll be shirtless; comfortable as ever in your presence, he absolutely bathes in your attention now with no shame.

Ⅳ 》 what is the one kink they have they will never admit they have?

…teasing. oh, does it get to him. since he's always in such a position of power (except with you, of course), he's used to never getting any backtalk or any kind of retaliation- so when he first heard your idle challenge of his skills, sly drawl in question of his abilities or a smug grin with a dare of him to prove himself- he went weak. you had expected a haughty retaliation or at least a roll of his eyes- but certainly not… this. your darling had esssentially just turned into a mess; pupils blown wide, lips holding a slight quiver and silent as ever- before hastily snapping out a jumbled reply as he averted his gaze although it was painfully obvious how affected he was by just a simple tease.

...did not expect that many asks 4 blade but I am so not complaining. he is such a loser and I luv writing for him

also tysm @sh1-n0bu!! i was so surprised to see ur username pop up in my inbox cuz I've looked up to your writings sososo much and oml you are such a sweetheart tysm💙💙

(also trying something out- just posting as usual instead of replying to an ask as the reach on my last post was. shiiit)

#【writings #dom reader #sub character #hsr smut #sub hsr #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #blade x reader #sub blade #blade hsr smut #blade smut #hsr blade

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inkdrinkerworld · 10 months

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oml https://www.tumblr.com/inkdrinkerworld/723831735977197568/i-feel-like-miguel-def-gives-rly-mind-blowing

imagine him giving you head…

cw: 18+ ONLY, MDNI, oral [fem receiving], miguel's tongue because yeah

it’s overwhelming, the way miguel pushes your thighs back and settles between the space.

“please,” you whine, hands reaching down to card through his hair. “miguel, i need you?”

he smirks, planting soft kisses to your thighs before his tongue licks a stripe up your sopping pussy.

your moan is soft as he does it again- but it’s when miguel’s lips seem to envelope your clit that you scream.

he smiles into your cunt, fingers moving to spread your lips as his nose nudges your clit.

“déjame oírte gritar, mi amor.” the spanish is muttered into your cunt as miguel’s tongue flicks at your clit.

your brain might not understand the instruction, but your body does. the scream rips from your throat, fingers digging into his hair and pulling as your hips glide across his tongue.

he pulls away for a second, just to spit on your pussy before diving right back in.

“de repente,” he grumbles, pulling your hips closer to his mouth. miguel spreads your legs wider, his position is clear- he’s feasting and he’s not to be stopped.

“so good,” you choke on your moans as he auctions your clit again.

“miguel, i’m gonna come,” you earn only a growl in return and miguel’s doubled efforts.

your moans turn short and sharp and miguel slips two fingers into you just as you warn, “i’m coming, i’m coming.”

your eyes roll back as his fingers hit your cervix every time as you come.

“such a good girl,” he murmurs, kissing your twitching clit as he pulls away. "look so pretty when you come like that for me," his words remain whispered into your cunt and you know by the way his red eyes twinkle that he's hardly done yet.

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phas3d · 5 months

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Ideal Type || Slytherin Boys

note :: just what i think, but they could honestly be with anyone

members :: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

Mattheo Riddle

Appearance:

Sharp eyes that could kill him, eye color doesn’t matter to him

Likes people with more meat on them

Goes crazy if he sees you wearing thigh highs or tight underwear so that you have a little bit of a muffin top, he loves that stuff

Loves dark hair, all of his celebrity crushes are brunettes or have black hair

Likes the y2k style and clean girl, he doesn’t know it’s called that but he likes it lmao

Loves long hair but will make an exception for a short black bob

Low rise jeans are his favorite thing ever

Pretty nails are also a pro in his eyes, shows that you’re hygienic - likes longer nails

Plump lips are a major plus

Likes outfits that show skin in some way, so crop tops, dresses, etc

Personality:

Slightly toxic, which is perfect for him since he’s ultra toxic 😍

He’s not willing to change his lifestyle just for a girl, so he needs someone who’s down to party and do the bad stuff he does

Loves confidence, wouldn’t date a girl who’s insecure

People with the wonyongism mindset are literally his dream type, makes him weak in the knees

If you yell back at him or call him out on his shit, oml he’s already planning your wedding

Loves to annoy you just to get a reaction, smth about you being angry draws him in

He likes social people who get along with others easily

A little bit cocky, but if you laugh at his jokes he instantly finds you more attractive

Dedicated and driven people, like not failing classes, having internships, having a job, all of that is so attractive to him

If you listen to: Kali Uchis, Tyler the Creator, Ariana Grande, Travis Scott, The Neighborhood, The Smiths, The Weeknd, BlackPink, Aespa, Beyoncé, you get so many extra points

Theodore Nott

Appearance:

Likes shorter people, which is easy for him since he’s 6’0 (183 cm)

Has a thing for people that are flatter, likes rectangle body types

Long hair is his ideal type but loves curly short hairstyles

Gets flustered when he sees you with your hair up, something about it is so appealing to him

Long lashes and falsies are so pretty in his eyes, loves it

Ballet-core, old-money, and minimalist are what styles he likes best on someone

Lovessss skirts and headbands

Likes people with glasses, but specifically people who wear contacts in public but glasses at home

People with the resting sad face are so beautiful to him

Personality:

Likes introverts or shy people, he likes knowing that you’re a homebody so he doesn’t have to worry about cheating

Nerds omg They’re his secret weakness

He loves book smart-street dumb people, it’s a sense of comfort knowing that you’re not involved in his life style

He’s a fuckboy who smokes and drinks, so you become a safe space for him

Quiet and soft voices are one of his biggest weaknesses

Elegance is also something he needs in a partner, someone who’s aware of their words and their actions

When someone covers their mouth when they laugh - So attractive to him

Caring and nurturing people make him want to cry, please comfort this man

If you listen to: Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Mitski, SZA, Her, Adele, Yerin Baek, Matt Maltese, Radiohead, you get an extra point

Lorenzo Berkshire

Appearance:

Downtown girl, athletic wear, coquette, and other cutesy yet comfortable styles are his idea type

Really loves when someone can dress up in a nice ass outfit and then show up the next day in just a hoodie and bagggyyyy pants

Doesn’t really like tight clothes on his s/o, likes baggy or flowy clothes

Doesn’t care for body type, has dated people on the bigger size and people that were super thin

Loves any facial markings - moles, acne scars, freckles, but esp ance scars

Loves curly and wavy hair, doesn’t care for hair color but does prefer light colors like brown and blonde

Likes girls that look kinda intimidating because of how pretty they are, but are secretly a softie (basically him)

For example, people with a resting bitch face but the second they see something cute they light up

Being shorter than him is fine, but if he’s dead honest he’s always wanted to date a girl taller than him (185 cm+)

Personality:

Bubbly people make him fall so hard

People who are happy almost 24/7 and a little bit stupid and naive is what he loves

Doesn’t care about intelligence much, but doesn’t like people who are failing school

When you’re oblivious to flirting??? Omg he’s done

Wants to feel needed, so you being slightly air headed helps him a lot

Smiling makes him attracted to someone instantly, so constantly smiling and laughing makes him feel the same way

Loves people with a tad bit of sass to them, like eye rolls and stuff

Playful people who agree to do dumb shit with him suits his ideal lifestyle

Someone’s who funny, cause if I’m fr this man is not that funny. He def gets with someone who’s funny

He def had way too many crushes on manic pixie dream girls, so he kinda likes the chase

Likes people who are so free spirited that it’s hard to tie to them

If you listen to: Wave2Earth, Kpop, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Beabadoobee, Sarah Kinsley, Faye Webster, it’s an extra plus for him

#harry potter #slytherin #mattheo riddle #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott #theodore x reader #theodore nott x reader #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #ideal type #slytherin boys #god I love these guys

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miguelhugger2099 · 5 months

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Little Miguel, Big Miguel (Pt. 2)

Summary: Miggy meets a few people and he finally grabs the chance to speak with you again. Previous This chapter was so hard to write oml Art in the middle by LBY2K99 Miguel x GN!Reader, fluff, lowkey crack, not proofread at all, Word Count: 3, 106

Eventually Miggy and Jess walked through the entrance of the cafeteria, the threshold being much larger than he expected with various spiders on high beams or on a string of web. Others were normal and sitting at the many tables and booths the place had provided.

Was that a T-Rex?

“You hungry?” She peered down at him after walking in front of a counter. Miggy shrugged despite his stomach growling.

“I could eat,” He huffed when Jess shoved a tray in his hand, a burger that had his variant’s mask plastered on the bun. His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Huh. A little more conceited than I thought.” He mumbled to himself.

“Hi, guys!” Jess walked past and called out to a group of people sitting at a booth. They all turned and greeted her back before all of their eyes landed on Miggy. He squirmed slightly as Jess walked in front of him and Miggy followed hesitantly behind.

“Bloody hell. Did the boss shrink? That's jokes.” One smirks, chuckling to himself, his voice smooth and deep that melted nicely with his British accent.

The other three are slack jawed, not believing what they’re eyes.

“Did he shrink?!” One with a blue headband gasps.

“No, Miguel didn’t shrink,” Jess rolled her eyes. “This is our new recruit, Miguel, obv–obviously. He's getting used to the place so,” Her hand stretches out to list their names. “Hobie, Pavitr, Miles and Gwen.”

“Is no one finding this strange?” A teenager that looked a little older than him spoke out, his suit completely black except for the red stripes running down his arms. Miles, Miggy made sure to remember. “It's Miguel but…pocket sized.” The girl next to him softly smacks his chest with a warning look.

“He's a kid, Miles. We've met other variants of ourselves before so this shouldn't be different.” Her eyebrows furrowed and the metal piercing by her right glinted underneath the fluorescent lights. Gwen.

Miles pouted. “At least my variant was the same age.” He mumbled under his breath.

Gwen smiles. “Nice to meet you, Miguel.”

“Ah–actually. You guys can call him Miggy or anything other than Miguel. Just to avoid confusion for the time being.” Jess intervenes awkwardly, helping Miggy into a seat by Miles and Gwen. All of them give their own greetings, welcoming Miggy in despite the strangeness of seeing a more timid and kid version of the man in charge.

“Qué tal?” Miles leans back in his chair.

Miggy brightens up. “Hablas español?” He asks Miles. Miles sits up, wide eyed and suddenly nervous.

“Y-yeah, I know un–un poquitito, y'know.” There was still a bit of an accent but Miggy didn't mind, simply chuckling and nodding, subconsciously showing off his sharp fangs when taking a bite of his burger.

“Woah, were those fangs?” Pavitr leans over the table to take a closer look. Miggy leans back. “Are they retractable too?”

“Uh, no. It’s–it’s just like that.” Miggy chuckled awkwardly after swallowing.

“How long you been Spider-Man for?” Miles asks and turns to him.

“Ah…almost a year, pretty sure.” He kept eating, taking another few bites.

“Are you on rapture?” Hobie tilts his head with a raise of his eyebrow, almost with a hint of concern in his eyes.

Bug-eyed and jaw slacked, Miggy snaps his head to Hobie, nearly choking on himself. “No!” He sputtered while Hobie nodded and leaned back as he relaxed. “Shock, what is wrong with you guys?” He wheezed out.

Pavitr laughs. “I like this new little boss.”

“He don’t got a stick up his arse, that’s for sure. Makes him ten times better than the geezer.” Hobie plays with his bottom lip ring.

“Be nice.” Jess warns with her arms crossed.

“I am nice. That was my nicest, actually.”

Jess’s phone pings in her pocket and she checks her alarm. “Shoot. I need to go. Miggy,” He turns his head to her. “We’ll have to finish orientation another time. I gotta head home. Guys, if you could just keep an eye on him till the end of the day?”

The group of young spiders nod up at her, all responding with their own variations of responses. Jess gives a lingering look to the group, eyeing them down to make sure she can trust them. Deeming them good kids, she sighs and waves, walking away to open a portal back to her dimension. Miggy shrinks in his seat, now being with semi-strangers and the only person he kinda knew in this place, left.

After she leaves, all of them begin to ask more questions like how old he was, if their Miguel’s universe was similar to his universe, etc, etc. Miggy tried his best to answer ease their curiosity with a gentle yet nervous smile. It had been a while since so many people have been kind to him.

Gwen mentions your name after thinking for a moment. “Do you think they know about him?” Miggy’s ear perks up at the mention of you. Where were you anyway? Did you leave? He wanted to see you again.

“Not if Miguel allows it. I can see him getting mad about this.” Pavitr rests his chin in his palm.

“Be a bit freaky if I were to see ‘em together anyway. Since they’re always around the big man.” Hobie crosses his arms on the table.

“I don’t think it’d be freaky. Everyone’s making a big deal about this.” Gwen frowns. Miggy droned out their talking, his eyes searching side to side to find and exit. Don’t get him wrong, these are nice people and he can see himself being friends with them, he just…really needed to see you.

Or maybe it was an excuse to escape their gossiping while in front of him.

Miggy slipped from his seat and escaped the flurry of whatever the hell they were saying while they chatted amongst themselves. He used his webs to swing himself to the ceiling with a small fwizz coming from his wrists. His claws poked out, clutching onto the metal as he crawled away, avoiding Spider-Monkey and out of the threshold. He failed to notice a pair of eyes watching his exit.

He hopped off the wall and landed on one of the many beams the building provided. Miggy took a few glances around him to make sure no one could bother him when he lifted his wrist to his face. He hesitantly raises a finger to the screen. Even though it looked like his universe tech, he still had no clue how it operated. Deciding not to break it accidentally, he brought it close to his lips. “Hey, miss…AI lady, ma’am?” He whispers to the watch.

Lyla suddenly popped up on top of the screen, her holographic body standing in front of many tiny floating monitors. Miggy yelped, covering his mouth with his other hand.

“What’s up little boss? Got a question? And no, you’re not allowed on any mission. You’re on babysitter protocol.” Lyla didn’t look up at him, choosing to look at each file and trashing the ones she deemed unimportant.

“Babysitter?” Miggy scrunched up his face in disdain.

She yawned. “Big boss doesn’t want you out and about to other universes yet. Sorry, kid. Now if you’ll excuse me–”

“Wait, wait! No! That’s–that’s not what I was gonna ask.” He panicked, gripping the watch with his hand. Lyla’s heart sunglasses slid down her nose as she turned her head over her shoulder to face him. “I was just gonna ask about…” He saw your form leave Miguel’s corridor before bumping into another spider person he didn’t recognize for a quick chat. He felt his little heart speed up and smiled. “...them.”

Miggy and Lyla both peered down to watch you smile and laugh with the other spider-man. Miggy noticed a redhead baby in his arms. Lyla glanced at him, back to you and then back to him. She stood up straight and crossed her arms after sliding her shades back on her nose bridge. “Oh, they’re way too old for you, kid.” Miggy frowned at the holographic lady. You had finished talking with whoever that was and waved him and the baby goodbye. Miggy’s heart raced as he prepared himself to jump off the beam.

“Whatever, pequeñita. Don’t need your help anymore. Catch a virus or something.” Miggy grinned mischievously down at her while Lyla gasped in shock.

“Hey–!”

Miggy switched her off and quickly used his webs to stick to the ceiling and swung down behind you, landing on his feet with a quiet thump. Hearing that sound, you turned around to check to see Miggy had stood up on his feet with a toothy smile. The sides of his hair had fallen out of place and he tucked it behind his ear as he walked up to you.

“Hey.” He placed his hands on his hips and puffed up his chest to appear more muscular. You huffed a small laugh, crossing your arms and tilting your head as you looked at him.

“Hi there. I didn’t think we’d meet again so soon.” You decided to amuse him. Miggy shrugged.

“Guess it was fate,” You snorted but Miggy continued anyway. “I was wondering if you had time for a chat? This is your universe I'm assuming? You could show me around the city. Maybe grab a snack together.” He grinned, looking at you with an innocent expression. But you knew better. Miguel would try the same thing in his own version once in a while.

“Uh-huh, yeah, right. Where’s Jess?” You placed your hands on your hips. Miggy stiffened but recollected himself.

“Busy.” He said, technically not lying.

“Sure,” You dragged out. “Well, I thought you came from a similar universe. I don’t think there’d be much new stuff to show you, kid.” You give him a playful pointed look with a tilt of your head. Miggy tsked, poking his cheek with his tongue in annoyance. He didn’t like you thinking he was just some kid. He was more than that, he’d prove it!

“Well, I beg to differ. I’m naturally curious, y’know. It’s one of my charms so I’d like to see if you’re right.”

“So you don’t believe me?” You raised your eyebrow.

Miggy hummed in thought, looking off to the side. “Not at all. Just a test.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Alright, I’m not doing that,” Miggy’s face dropped. “But I am just heading home really quick and then coming back here. So, if you want, you can join me.” You offered and his face brightened up.

“Yeah! Yeah–sure, sure. That I can totally do.”

“Great. It’s actually not far from here so we could just walk to—”

“Woah, woah, woah. Walk? If you hadn’t noticed, I’m Spider-Man.” Miggy gestured to himself with a smug smirk, but your face didn’t falter.

“I see that.”

Miggy pouted. “I can carry you.”

You waved him off. “That’s really not necessary. I know you’re strong but–” You yelped as you felt Miggy grab your waist and pull your close. The height difference was a little awkward but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. He wanted to prove to you he was capable and strong. His webs shot out and stuck to the walls, swinging the both of you around while he tried finding an exit with a determined look. You wrapped your arms around him, hoping to the universe that you wouldn’t fall, and he felt his heart race a little faster.

“Directions, please!” He exclaimed, a smile in his voice while you screwed your eyes shut. You eventually felt the wind in your hair and the far away sounds of hover cars zipping past. “That’s new!” He dodged the cars with stealth, clutching you tighter to him.

Your legs became shaky and as soon as your feet touched the ground of your patio, you fell to your hands and knees with a giant huff. Miggy landed beside you, letting you take a breather.

“Estas bien?” He asked gently, his voice much softer than the persona he tried to maintain. He knelt by your side, hugging his knees to his chest.

“Fine, fine. Just…don’t do that again.” You helped yourself up and walked inside after opening the glass door. Miggy followed behind you, slightly embarrassed. He glanced around the area, seeing a void of color all around. Simple grays, blacks, and whites as the palette for couches, walls and the like. It was super different compared to back home. His mom usually did the decorations. Miggy thought this room felt very cold.

“This is your home?” He asked, feeling like this was a stark difference from your personality.

“Yeah, well kind of. I live here with someone.” You reply, rummaging through some things in a different room. Miggy perked up, his lips turning downward and feeling jealous.

“Who?” He asked, looking around to see if he could find anything that showed two people lived here.

You didn’t respond. Maybe you didn’t hear him, maybe you did. Miggy was distracted anyway as he walked slowly around the living room. In the corner of his eye, he saw a box that was out of place on one of the selves by the giant holographic TV. He strolled towards it, its dark purple color being the only thing attracting him.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go around touching things.” Your voice was heard behind him, making Miggy jump. He took a big step away from the box, becoming more curious but he respected you enough. “I thought you would’ve had enough manners to not go snooping in someone's home.” You tossed him a soda and he caught it, seeing that the name brand was slightly spelled different from his own dimension. He found it a little unsettling; still getting accustomed to everything.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, popping open the can with his talon. “What did you get?”

You shrugged. “Some things to help out the society.” You walked towards the couch and sat on the far right to rest yourself on the armrest. “Just give me a minute and we’ll head back.”

Miggy nodded along, shifting his weight from side to side. “What…are you to the society?” He asked quietly, almost afraid he’d offend you.

“What do you mean?” You looked over at him, patting the side next to you to offer him a seat. Miggy walked over and sat by you, a little farther than what you offered.

“Like…you’re clearly not a spider person, much less some powers, but yet you’re in the society. You know all those people yet you’re…a civilian?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m just a regular person. I can’t climb walls or shoot webs but…I think I have a right to be there.”

“You said you were special. What does that mean?” He peeked over at you, his soda faintly fizzing.

You avoided his question. “How about you tell me about yourself instead?”

Miggy tilted his head. “Me?” He asked. “But…I don’t think I’m much different from your ‘other me’.”

You waved him off. “I’m sure there’s some difference. C’mon, don’t be shy. I wanna know about the newbie.” You cross your legs and turn to face him.

Miggy looked apprehensive, not really sure if it’s the right time to spill his life story but you asked so he caved in.

“Well, I was bitten trying to save my, uh, bully.” He looked down at his drink and took a small sip. Your smile dropped.

“You were bullied?”

Miggy nodded. “Well, yeah. It, uh… didn’t end well,” He rubs the side of the can. “There was this huge explosion when checking out the spiders in Alchemax– my dad used to work there,” He doesn’t look up at you. “My dad’s boss and his kid were there. His son bullied me, sure, but when that explosion happened, somewhere in between I got bit and…I dunno,” He sighed, a clear heavy weight on his young shoulders. “Kron was there and I tried–I did– and I don’t even know why I did but he still…y’know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine but even though he died, he bullied me. But it doesn’t mean he should’ve passed, y’know? Then I woke up and they said my dad died too so it was all confusing back then.” He leaned back on the couch with a heavy sigh.

“I’m…so sorry,” You apologized grimly, guilt eating you up for asking. Miggy looked over at you and gave you a reassuring smile, his fringe falling out of place.

“It’s fine. It happened a while ago. The feeling is still there, just a little less. You didn’t hurt me, promise.” He then chugged the rest of the soda down his throat, feeling the fizz bubble down to his stomach. He crushed the can right after, his talons digging into it and showed you the marks he made. “I got sick powers and I can help my family more now. When they’re in trouble I can just put on the suit and make sure they’re safe.” He beamed with pride and you mirrored the same expression.

“You love your family?” You asked gently, taking the can from his hand and getting up to place it in the recycling bin.

“Mhm!” Miggy nodded. “Since the explosion, we all became a little more tight knit. My mom especially. She became more protective over my little brother since he’s still super little.” He looks up at you as you come back.

“What’s his name?” You hide your smile since you feel you know the answer.

“Gabriel.” Miggy beams. “He’s practically my shadow, which mom doesn’t like. Says I’m too reckless and doesn’t want him to be like me.” He blew raspberries to signify his mild annoyance at the thought.

You laugh and grab a backpack full of things that Miggy assumes were the things you came to collect. “After you swung me around, I think I agree with her.” You joked.

Miggy shot up from his seat and pouted. “Not cool.” But he enjoyed the way you smiled. “Gonna head back out now?”

Nodding, you slip the backpack on and walk with him back to the balcony. “Yup. Whenever you’re ready.” You look at him expectantly. He went a little wide eyed.

“You want me to swing us back?” Lost on why when you screamed earlier.

“Well, I’m prepared this time.” You and Miggy smiled at one another and he looped his arm around your middle. Your hands around his neck and he stuck his web to a building, jumping off the balcony and swinging back to HQ.

A/N: Please forgive me for this mid chapter i'll try to make the next one better i promise

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uplatterme · 1 year

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Hellooo im pretty new here, how are you? Anyways i have had this thought…Im sorry (im not) but sounding with Dottore. Imagine overstimulating him till he is an absolute mess..whimpering and moaning oml

—sub!dottore/dom!gn!reader | sounding, exhibitionism, overstimulation, public humiliation

—fuck. i wrote this so fast.

dottore thinks you’re fucking insane for putting him at such a high risk. he bites the cold air, wanting to muffle the sounds coming out of his mouth. he curses you in his head but god does the distraction from his lower half makes that hard to do.

he sits on the table next to you with the other harbingers, his cock painfully erect. he feels the rod inside it and every moment that he stays here with it not being touched or removed is infuriating.

he wants to cum but god he’s doing his best not to. he shuts his jaw by pressing his face so hard on his palm, trying to ignore the way your hands keep going from his knee and up to his thigh. just teasing him and making him whine as quietly as he can.

“what’s the problem with that one?” the inazuman puppet questions.

he hears you chuckle and it goes straight into his mind, he can’t do this.

a scream slips out of his throat as he embarrassingly lowers his head onto the table, just looking down as his saliva makes a mess.

“it’s a clone. i think it’s malfunctioning?” you say looking straight down to his soaked pants.

“of fucking course, he sends a clone to this meeting.”

he sees you grin and it brings him to a rage. you’re acting as if you’ve just done him a big favor by calling him a clone. well, he thinks you’re crazy if you think he’s gonna—

dottore screams, gasping as he buries his head even harder on the tabletop. he’s cumming, oh fuck—

you push the rod back down, keeping it in deeper despite the amount of cum leaking to his pants. and you’re doing it all so normally, continuing your conversation with the other harbingers as your sharp nails encircle his tip.

he sees the others looking at him strangely, and god, he knows why. he looks fucking humiliating. trembling and quivering as if he’s getting electrocuted.

too much. oh god, it’s all too much. he needs it out, not deeper—“n-no! please!”

dottore begs looking at you. he knows it’s all futile.

he watches as you slowly pull up the rod and while it does relieve him some of the pressure, he knows exactly what you’re going to do. he’s just not sure when and that fact is driving him insane.

pierro coughs and the attention is all on him. everyone quiets up, waiting for his next word. just pure silence in the room.

that’s when you finally push it in.

dottore’s scream catches a few of the harbingers off guard, he’s cumming too much to the point that it starts squirting out of his hole, soaking the entirety of his chair.

he mutters out apologies, saying he’ll do anything just for it to stop. his mind is absolutely broken.

“would someone take that segment out?” pierro says sternly.

he sits there exhausted while you lift his body up, leaving the room and carrying him as if he was lightless.

you throw him into a random room, one that you find empty before placing your feet on his overly stimulated cock, stepping on it as he sobs pathetically.

“you’re such a fucking slut.”

#plattered writings #sub dottore #sub!dottore #dom reader #dom!reader #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin x reader #sub genshin #genshin impact x reader #dottore x reader #dottore smut

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suskz · 2 months

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Heyyyy

so if you’re not busy I was just thinking about a fic or Drabble abt Chans teeth. Okay that sounds weird, but like biting. He has such sharp lookin canines. OML and He’d be so proud the next morning too! And I feel like he’d def manhandle you. Bud probably had a size kink too. Like am I mental. Probably. Am I giggling kicking my feet like a middle schooler. Also yes.

Kinda just had to talk abt it!!! Have a good day/night

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

pairing: Bang Chan x fem!Reader

w/c: 1,2k

tw: jealousy and possessiveness ; smut ; dirty talk ; Chan leaves marks even tho reader told him not to, but she likes it too ; painful but also pleasant bites leaving ; (subtle) size kink.

a/n: my first ask!! ^^ Initially I was thinking about writing a shorter thing, about like 300/400 words, but it turned out longer. Hope you like it anon!!

I think Chan would love to leave marks on you, yk, "marking his territory". He’d be so proud to see you covered in marks that he himself left. If your or his friends saw them and pointed at them, his ears would turn red, but deep down —not so much deep— this thing turns you both on and just pushes him to leave more of them.

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Overall, the evening went well.

You had fun, you had a nice time with your friends and that new dress you bought last week looks so good on you.

Maybe a little too good. But that won’t be the reason why your friend, sitting next to you, placed a hand on your thigh while laughing. Must have been a mistake.

But Chan didn't see it the same way. His steady gaze on that filthy hand that grabbed your naked skin that way, and the way he firmly grabbed your thigh when, a few seconds later, your friend’s hand moved, indicate that he was trying his best to restrain himself.

And that sent thrills of excitement through your body.

The way he held you for the rest of the night, putting his arm around your shoulders, grabbing your hips so tightly, the way he looked at your friend and the way he ate you with his eyes, they made you wet so much that for a moment you even thought of leaving with him in the middle of the evening to do better things.

Chan isn’t usually possessive, or at least not that possessive, but who wouldn’t be in front of a scene like that?

And that’s why, back home, his lips are on yours, and his hands are all over your body, from your thighs to your breasts, soon naked.

He takes his time with you, worshipping every part of your body he can reach, from head to toe. He licks every flap of your skin and leaves hickeys first on your breasts, then on your thighs, and bites on your asscheeks, making breathy moans escape from your lips.

"Don’t leave visible marks." you quickly warn him. You have to go to work tomorrow, and it would be very awkward to walk around with your neck covered in marks that clearly speak of the night you had.

He leaves only wet kisses on your neck, but once his cock gets inside of you, you both lose every crumb of thought you have.

It’s the first time he fucks you so hard. His movements have a little faster pace than usual, but they are deep and aimed as much as possible at your most sensitive spot.

All the things you might want to say come out in moans as your legs shake.

"You’re mine," he groans, "fucking mine".

And your mind is too fuzzy to understand that his teeth are sinking into the skin of your shoulder.

And he feels like he can cum just from this, from knowing that he’s marking you as his and you can’t do anything right now to stop him, because you like that too, and he can tell by the way your pussy clences around his cock.

In the heat of the moment his mind can think of nothing but how fucking beautiful you are, spread like this under him, leaving him in control of everything, of your body; how you have totally submitted to him and his touch. How small you are under him and how your little cunt swallows his dick.

His hips falter for a moment and a higher moan leaves his parted lips.

His teeth bite your neck and he moans at the arousing feeling that this causes him.

His hands now grip your hips tighter, "You will show that friend of yours these marks tomorrow, yeah?". His tongue licks the flap of skin that his teeth have just bitten, "He will finally understand who you belong to; today it seemed like he still hasn't got it." his jealousy finally shows, but you’ll rethink his words tomorrow, now the only thing you can think about is reaching your imminent orgasm.

"C-close." you warn him, and at your words he brings two of his fingers to your mouth, which you suck, wetting them with saliva, and brings them to your clit, pressing hard —but not enough to hurt— and moving them in fast circles.

"I should register you— send him the video, so he can s-see what he’ll never have," he moans, "You'd like this, yeah?".

And you’re so close, so fucking close. All you need is…

His teeth graze your neck once again, giving you a bite that's both intense and pleasurable, despite the pain, and you both moan loudly, finally coming. His fingers stop moving and his hips give the final thrusts to ride out your highs.

It’s only the next morning, when you stand in front of the mirror of your bedroom’s bathroom ready to brush your teeth, wearing your underwear and the first tank top you’ve found lying between all your clothes on the floor to cover yourself at least a little, that you really realize what he did last night.

Your eyes widen, "Chan!" you call him and he can clearly hear you, being awake and the bathroom door being open.

"Mhh?" his voice is muffled by the pillows.

You sigh, looking yourself in the mirror and touching the various marks on your neck and shoulders, hissing at the painful feeling that runs through your body.

He reaches you silently and wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.

You sigh again, "I told you not to leave visible marks; I have to be at work in an hour, how do I hide these?".

He leaves a sweet kiss on one of the marks he left on your right shoulder, and you hold back a slight sound of pain. "I wouldn’t mind if that dear friend of yours who was with us yesterday sees them," he says, raising his head to lock eyes with you in the mirror, "there are a couple of things that he seems not to have understood." his grip tightens just a little around your waist.

"Are you jealous?" you smirk turning your head in his direction. He looks at you for a few seconds in the eyes, then tilts his head slightly back to give you a playful bite on the nape. You moan in pain and pull away from him, putting a hand on the slightly painful bite and looking at your boyfriend, who wears an offended expression.

“Good luck hiding them." he teases you and is about to leave, but your words stop him.

"You little…" you stop in mid-sentence, looking at yourself in the mirror and starting to think about how to hide the bites, but he turns in your direction.

"You little… what?" he urges you to finish the sentence.

"It doesn’t matter." you answer without paying attention.

You don’t notice, in fact, that he’s getting closer to you until he scoops you up in his arms like a princess. You instinctively cling to him as he carries both of you back into the bedroom, spinning around first, nearly making you scream from fright and surprise, and then throwing you on the bed.

He then goes to the closet as if nothing had happened, "That’s what you get". At his words you stick your tongue out.

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fluff #stray kids bang chan #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader smut #anon ask ♡

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txtmetonight · 2 months

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Garlicky Revenge ✆

call summary ⋆ ★ Jungwon hates your new punishment

pairing *. * Vampire! Yang Jungwon x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff

warnings *. crude language, it's just really fluffy lol, grammar mistakes

call duration⋆ ★ 824

a/n*. * I loved this one but please tell me why it took me forever to find a pic for the banner oml and he's so cute i'm gonna cry help me

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“(Y/n), you’re not serious, are you?”

“As serious as I can be, Jungwon!” You scoff, turning away to withhold a growing smile on your face, yet it slowly diminishes when your eyes water from the intense smell, strung upon your neck.

“You can’t refuse me like this, love! You… you don’t even like it either, I can see it on your face!” He points an accusatory finger at you, making you burst into loud chuckles before you shake your head.

“You told me that you would stop sneaking behind me like that when I was in the bathroom. I almost had a fucking heart attack because of you yesterday. This is what you get now.”

Jungwon cringes at the way garlic moves when you sway back and forth, waiting for him to take a step closer, a rather smug grin on your face when his lips quirk down into a nastier grin. “This isn’t fair!” He whines, sounding like a petulant toddler. “I’ve missed you so much and you won’t even let me hug you?! I think I might actually die.”

“You’re not going to die, Wonnie. Plus, you’ve lived without me for like… 400 years before. What’s another week?” You’re teasing; the stench was already giving you a well-deserved headache, so it wouldn’t be long before you took the odd neckwear off. But it was still amusing to see the way that he freezes completely, going paler than he was before.

“You–you’re kidding? A week?! I’m not waiting for that long!” He cries, and before you know it, a small black cat appears just where Jungwon stands, its eyes already pulled to mimic great sorrow.

It meows and wails pitifully, pawing the living room carpet, knowing well enough that cats were preferably your biggest weakness. A trump card played well by your boyfriend whenever times become desperate.

“Oh, you can’t do that to me!? That’s so not fair!”

The cat (Jungwon) rolls over in despair and raises a furry paw over its head to mimic death, letting out a shrill cry. Rounding the island countertop, you finally sigh and give in by taking off the garlic and wiping your neck and hands with a wet washcloth while you try to trap some of the anger you were feeling before.

But how could you even be furious at him, even when he transforms back into his normal self, sharp canines glinting while he happily smiles at you, his back on the ground? Your heart swells at the sight, and butterflies skim your stomach. “I fucking hate you, Yang Jungwon,” you grumble, yet you couldn’t help but scoot a little closer to him sheepishly.

Perhaps you did miss him more than you wanted to admit.

“Really? Well, that’s a shame because I really love you, pretty girl.” Jungwon pats next to him, and when you point at your neck, where the spice left its odor on your skin, he waves it off dismissively. “A really big shame,” you giggle when he slightly gags at your arm touching his cheek. Nevertheless, he pulls you closer and pretends to chomp on your hand, your cheeks turning red as he puts a soft kiss to where he bit you.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I was going to die if you weren't in my life anymore.”

You shake your head and press a chaste kiss to his jaw. “Me too. I don’t think I can imagine my future without you.”

“Yeah, but would you drive a stake through your heart for me?” He jokes but then goes silent when you just stare at him, eyes swirling with so much love, his non-beating heart thrumming alive for a few moments, just under your gaze.

“I would willingly live with you for eternity.”

Jungwon’s eyes grow wide as he gets up from his position to look at you in awe. “No, you woul–”

“I would really. For you, Wonnie… I suppose I would do anything,” you say, and before he could say anything, you pull him into a kiss, soft and sweet. His fingers cascade the side of your face gently, and your hand encases itself in his hair, tugging it lightly when he wouldn’t let you take a breath.

“I love you. I really do,” he quietly says.

“I love you too.”

And the moment goes silent for a while, your lips just ghosting over him in a tender peace you wished would last forever. With him by your side.

But then the gentle second is lost when Jungwon opens his stupid mouth, earning a hit from you.

“You said you would do anything, yeah? First off, please don’t ever punish me with garlic ever again; I was seriously going to cry!”

“Really? Next time, I’m going to move houses and never ever invite you inside!”

Jungwon gasps and clutches his shirt dramatically. It makes you roll your eyes, but you rub your cheek over his chest in affection.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

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orionremastered · 14 days

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oml, so I saw the post about the shape shifter golden tiger and I absolutely loved it. I was just wondering if you could do one where the reader is a panther!shapshifter instead. Another big cat, maybe just smaller than the tiger but they are way for flexible, agile and stealthy (got me thinking of Bageera from Jungle book) so imagine how everyone reacts when this panther is just roaming around Gotham city. (And maybe Robin could get to pet this one since he didn't get to pet the golden tiger)

Kisses >3<♥️🧡💛💙

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Wraith

"You're too young! You're not ready to go out into the real world."

You're an early maturing shifter at the age of fourteen, not the common age of eighteen that most shifters mature at. But your parents wouldn't budge, and it pissed you off.

So you snuck out like every teenager does. Out to the port, watching a cargo ship unload containers into trucks in the low light of nighttime.

You blend in with the shadows, watching the common event with fascination. You've never seen anything like this before, people just going about their daily lives and experiencing the same things as you.

Fascinating.

You're enjoying it, the peaceful moment with the sea breeze bringing the smell of salt to your strong nose. It's short-lived as the sharp bang of fire startles you into action. Port workers collapse on themselves as a group masked and dressed in black rush in and converge on a single shipping container.

Shit.

You jump into action despite your parents' warning of staying far out of trouble, taking down one of the men quickly and returning to the shadows in an instant.

"What was that?"

"Golden? The Bat?"

You launch at another unsuspecting thug, clawing at his neck before scampering back to the shadows once he swiftly goes limp. The other two remaining look around wildly, guns waving around. Just when you think they've found you and are about to shoot, a high-pitched whistling sound whips past you and lands in the form of a batarang, lodging into one of their hands.

He screams and drops the gun, allowing you to pounce and take the last one out.

The only sounds that fill your ears are the quiet musings of the dark sea, slowly churning around the port deck as it moves towards the sands.

"Another shifter?"

You raise your head, blinking slowly as you watch Spoiler appear from the shadows.

"A panther this time... huh." She creeps closer and smiles when you allow her to scratch behind your ear. Then she says something into her comms. "How about we see what they were trying to steal."

The two of you slowly approach the shipping container, dented with bullets that have melted off the blue (and already scratched) paint. Spoiler hauls the door open and you can see what's inside before she even pulls the flashlight from her utility belt.

Unmarked, unnamed crates.

You walk over to one of them and take a careful sniff, nose scrunching at the chemical smell. You let out an annoyed growl and Spoiler laughs. "Doesn't smell good?"

She pries the crate open and you stand your front paws on the rim.

Rows and rows of vials with pale blue liquid. You look at Spoiler and she shrugs.

"I'll have to get these tested," she says, taking one from the crate and handling it gently. "The GCPD can take the rest."

She gives you a gentle pat on the head. "See you around, uh, Ghost? No, Wraith. Wraith's better."

You nod your head, flick your tail, exit the shipping container and melt back into the shadows of the port. Your parents will kill you if you're tired in the morning.

Spoiler sighs as she watches you leave. "It's like there's a new one every day."

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itsmealaiah · 5 months

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IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️PLEASE WRITE VAMPIRE BILL SMUT IM SO DESPERATE IM LITERALLY DROOLING AT THE MOUTH THINKING ABOUT IT🙏🙏

LITERALLY FR OML

Sucker for pain

Thank you!! Hope I did you justice 🫶 Tags/ warnings: smut, p in v, bill being a little cute vampire, begging, cursing, screaming (somewhat) MDNI ⚠️ contains: smut.

Your POV:

As I sliced the onion, my knife slipped and cut into my finger, a sharp pain shooting up my arm. Damn it! Blood immediately began to drip onto the clean countertop, staining the white surface crimson. "Shit!" I cursed, grabbing a paper towel to try and staunch the flow. I glanced over at Bill, my best friend, who was sitting at the table, oblivious to the commotion. He was engrossed in his phone, as usual. I couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance. Sometimes I felt like he was more interested in his phone than he was in me.

But as I surveyed the mess I'd made, a strange feeling came over me. It was like my body was tingling all over, and I couldn't shake the thought that Bill's attention was somehow…intoxicating. Maybe it was just the pain and stress talking, but there was something about his intense gaze that made me feel…desired.

I glanced down at my bleeding finger, suddenly self-conscious. "Bill," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper, "I cut myself." He looked up from his phone, his eyes widening as they took in the sight of my bloodied finger. His mouth opened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something, but then he closed it again, his gaze drifting back down to my finger.

His tongue darted out, tracing the edge of his bottom lip, and I felt a strange shiver run down my spine. "Let me see," he breathed, his voice low and husky. There was something almost animalistic in his expression, like he was hungry. "Please?"

Part of me wanted to pull my hand back, to ignore his request, but another part of me was strangely drawn to it. I hesitated for a moment before slowly extending my hand toward him. His eyes never left my finger as he reached out, his warm breath brushing against my skin. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, feeling a rush of adrenaline and anticipation flow through me. "Okay," he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked smile. "Then let me see it."

His strong fingers gently took my hand in his, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. He leaned forward, his breath hot against my skin as he studied my cut. "It's deep," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "So red…" His tongue flicked out, tracing the line of my cut, and I gasped, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure shoot through me. "You taste so good," he murmured, his mouth closing over my finger, sucking gently.

My knees went weak as I watched him, feeling the wet warmth of his mouth on my skin. I arched into him, moaning softly as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the cut. His other hand slipped beneath my shirt, tracing the line of my ribs before cupping my breast, squeezing gently. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice a husky growl. "God, I want you."

The pain in my finger seemed to fade away as I lost myself in the sensation of his lips on my skin. I clutched at his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he began to suck harder, his mouth working my finger with expertise. I felt my hips begin to rock against his hand, my body aching for more. "Please, Bill," I moaned, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I need you."

He pulled back, his eyes dark and intense as he met mine. "Tell me you want it," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me you need this."

I nodded, unable to find the words. "I need this," I managed to croak. "I need you." His expression softened, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine in a hungry, demanding kiss. His tongue danced with mine, and I could feel the wet heat of his breath against my skin.

His free hand slipped between us, pushing my shirt up and off my body, baring my breast to his touch. I arched into him, moaning as his fingers closed around my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "I've wanted this for so long."

I felt the heat building inside me, spreading through my body like wildfire. "Please, Bill," I whimpered. "I need you inside me." His hand left my breast to slide down over my stomach, toward my hip. He gripped me roughly, pulling me closer, until I could feel the hard length of him pressed against my center.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained. And then, with one swift motion, he was inside me, filling me up. I cried out, arching my back as he began to move, thrusting deep inside me with a force that left me breathless. "You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing my shoulder. "You've always been mine." And in that moment, I knew it was true.

He was relentless, his movements rough and demanding. I felt my body trembling with the force of each thrust, my flesh stretched taut around him. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me up and down, urging me to meet his rhythm. "That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. "You're so fucking wet."

The sensation of being so completely possessed by him was overwhelming. I could feel the heat building inside me, spreading through my body like wildfire. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my hips moved of their own accord, meeting his thrusts with a desperation that left me gasping for air.

His hands moved up my body, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were hard and aching. "That's it," he growled, his lips pressing against my ear. "Let go." And with those words, I felt myself surrender to the pleasure coursing through me. I arched my back, moaning his name as the tension coiled tight inside me finally snapped.

His movements became even more urgent, his body thrusting harder against mine. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice raw with desire. "I'm close." I could feel the strength in his arms as he held me up, the heat of his body against mine. And then, with a groan that seemed to come from deep within him, he shuddered, his body tensing as he release, pouring himself into me.

I held onto him as we both caught our breath, my nails digging into his skin as he held me upright. He kissed me gently, his lips soft against mine, and then lowered me back down to the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion.

I nodded, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. "I'm… I'm fine," I managed to say, my voice still ragged. "That was… amazing." He smiled down at me, his eyes dark with desire. "I love you," he whispered, before kissing me again. "Always and forever." And in that moment, I knew I couldn't imagine ever feeling any differently.

A/n: Hope that wasn't weird, love you all. also, THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWS!! ❤️ 😭 I'm so happy rn 🤭 🤗 take care!!!

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bakugoushotwife · 11 months

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Can I request Sukuna and gn!reader making out oml I love him so much

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a/n: let's do a lil sukuna thirst bb! suggestive material under the cut!! sukuna is sukuna so he is a lil mean

"c'mon...sit.." he slides down in his seat a little, managing to make every normal chair seem like his throne. though you imagine that's much how he sees it, anyway. you approach, wondering if you should risk mouthing off. he seems like he's in a good mood, spreading his legs for you just slightly. he rests his head on his hand, elbow propped up on the arm of the chair.

"what do you want now?" you ask, a slight smile tugging at your lips. you made the mistake of being within arm's reach when you say this. he wraps a finger through the belt loops of your jeans and tugs you into his hold.

he cocks his head to the side, eyes scanning your face. he thought your boldness was adorable, amusing even. "i made myself pretty clear."

his sinewy fingers close around your jaw. he yanks your head toward him. you don't fault his roughness, he doesn't exactly know any better. if he didn't like you he wouldn't look at or touch you at all--no, this is his love for you and the only way he understands how to show it; his rough lips and sharp teeth nip at your jawline and contrast so heavily with the soft plushness of your mouth. he'll let go of your face in favor of holding your waist, dark eyes drinking in the sweet way your head falls back in pleasure as his nibbles move to your neck.

see, he can only latch onto your lips for so long. he knows he's a bit violent with you. and as hot as you sounded mewling as he attacked your mouth, he doesn't want to hurt you. not there, anyway, where the efforts were worthless. the column of your neck, however, was more suited to display the marks of his teeth and the bruises of his affection. his hands dig into your skin, but you're no better, desperately fisting his shirt with breathy pants escaping your swollen lips.

"now i want to move this to the bedroom, unless you wanna be fucked on the table?"

#jjk x reader #kyleewritesjjk #ryomen sukuna #jjk thirst #sukuna thirst #sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 8 months

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Hi ! can you make a chuuya x reader. Reader is studying late at night cramping for her exam which is in the morning and chuuya is at work and accidently calls the reader instead of his worker because the worker did something wrong and some other men reported it to chuuya and when reader picks it up she hears chuuya scoulding and then she tells he dialed the wrong no. And chuuya apologizes and asks why she is late awake and she tells the reasons and while chuuya is talking to her he tells his men to go out because he doesn't want to be seen all soft in front of them and then tells reader to not stay awake late and she should be asleep when he comes home .Sorry for any grammatical mistake.thanks and have a good day/night!

Sleep or Study -Chuuya Nakahara

Oneshot: Where Chuuya accidently dials you in the middle of the night. Genre: Fluff A/N: OML SUCH A GOOD IDEA 10/10 LOVED IT!! →Masterlist

The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across the pages of textbooks and notes sprawled out in front of you.You were very tired and weary, studying late into the night, cramping for an exam that was scheduled for the early hours of the morning. Outside, the world was quiet, save for the occasional passing car and the distant hum of the city.

Unexpectedly, your phone's ringtone was heard across the room which statled you a little, before you shove the piles of paper and notes here and there to find your phone.

It was Chuuya calling you. You recieve the phone before putting up on speaker, the dim litted room silient at night.

Chuuya's voice crackled through the phone, sharp and scolding. "I told you idiots to be careful! Do I have to do everything myself?" His frustration was evident, and you couldn't help but feel a sympathy for whoever was suppose to be on the other end of the line.

Just as he launched into another verbal attack, you interrupted, trying to keep your voice steady despite being taken off guard. "Uh, Chuuya? I think you dialed the wrong number."

There was a brief pause before you hear Chuuya's sharp inhale. "Ah, damn it. Sorry about that," he muttered, his tone softening slightly. "I'm dealing with some work issues. What are you doing up so late?"

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you glanced at your textbooks scattered across the table. "I have an exam tomorrow, well today um……and I'm trying to cram as much as I can. I'll be honest; it's not going well."

Chuuya's voice softened even more, a rare gentleness spread through his usual hothead personality. "You shouldn't be up this late, especially with an exam tomorrow. You need rest," he scolded, concern lacing his words.

You could hear muffled voices and footsteps in the background, and Chuuya, realizing he was still on duty, barked at his men, eying each one of them, "Get out, all of you. I don't need an audience for this."

After a few moments of shuffling and grumbling, the background noise faded away, leaving just Chuuya's voice and a sense of privacy. "Look, I know exams are important, but your health matters too. Promise me you'll get some rest after this call. I don't want you falling asleep over your books."

His caring words warmed your heart, and you couldn't help but smile, even though he couldn't see it. "I promise, Chuuya. I'll go to bed soon. You should come home soon you know? Its late for you too. But you should get back to your work now. I don't want to distract you."

There was a soft huff on the other end of the line. "Don't worry about me. I can handle my idiots here. Just take care of yourself, okay? I'll be home as soon as I can."

You nodded, though he couldn't see it. "I will. Good luck with your work, Chuuya. And thanks for caring."

A rare, genuine chuckle escaped him. "Someone has to make sure you're taking care of yourself, right? Now, get some rest. I'll talk to you soon."

After a moment of silence, Chuuya spoke again, his voice filled with genuine care. "Goodnight. Sleep well love, I'll see you soon."

"Goodnight," you said, hanging up the phone and feeling a sense of comfort wash over yourself. Chuuya's unexpected call had momentarily lifted your spirits, and you couldnt help but smile at the conversation you had with him in the past minute.

You looked at your books before a debating question filled your mind, should you sleep or study?

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graysnetwork · 10 months

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OML YOUR KEEGAN CONTENT HAS ME WEAK!!! pleeeease how would Keegan react if you were taken hostage/kidnapped 🙏🥹

Awww omg I love the prompt and it’s so angsty

IM LITERALLY LISTENING TO WHITE FERRARI HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME

Notes: not proofread, I kept this gn, so lmk if there’s accidental mentions of a specific genders, I don’t think there’s any mentions of it though

warnings: mentions of: blood, bloody noses, bruises, kidnapped/taken hostage, going missing, being tied up, being heavily wounded.

Summary: You were taken hostage when Keegan was on his deployment

AFTER THE STORM

Keegan would’ve never left that day, if he had known that you wouldn’t be there when he returned. He would’ve been by your side, nothing would’ve happened to you, maybe if he didn’t convince you to stay at home; resign from your job and relax, maybe then the day would be different. You would’ve been home when he was returning from his deployment.

Maybe if he had stayed home; did as you asked in the morning to be call in sick, even if Merrick would be upset, he could’ve stayed in bed; fallen asleep and have his arms wrapped around you tall morning.

Keegan made his work his top priorities, he left for work that day, he’d only be gone for a few days, just like every other day, this shouldn’t have happened.

You shouldn’t have been tied up to a chair, bloody and beaten all because the federation soldiers used you as bait. You should’ve been asleep on the couch; a movie playing when Keegan walked through the door that night he came home.

He walked in through the door and could see the the messed up pillows that had been tossed around the living room, the few drops of blood on the wood floor, the messed up bed, and you were nowhere to be found, he tried calling you, your phone was in the bedroom on the floor.

Keegan couldn’t think of anything else to do other than call merrick and ask for help to find you, you were the love of his life, he’d do anything to see you, alive and see that smile again.

The three weeks he spent looking for you with his team was crucial, he could barely get into bed at night but Merrick forced him to sleep, Logan could see the difference in Keegan’s mental health, physical health. The way dark circles appeared under his eyes, he drank more coffee than usual.

He couldn’t bare those three weeks anymore, without you he felt like he was nothing, he always said you had his heart.

And now you’d taken it with you while you were gone.

Nightmares began and he couldn’t fall asleep even if his body needed it, his mind couldn’t rest, not when you were away.

The blood drops on the floor of your guy’s home only made him feel worse, he couldn’t even clean it because it was the last trace of you other than your phone.

Maybe if he smelled your shirt he could feel better but he couldn’t enter that house without feeling a sharp pain in his chest. He didn’t protect you and that’s all he’s ever tried doing since you too have been together.

Finally when they did infiltrate the building he found you, Merrick following behind him, your head hung low as you your were bruised up and had a bloody nose, several wounds were visible; Keegan couldn’t even stomach what kind of wounds would be under your clothes.

All he could do was hope you’d hear him and smile, wake up, hug him again.

The two men quickly untied your hands from the chair and Keegan pulled the blindfold off of your face, the light alone was blinding, you opened your eyes only to close them again, before you recognized the same deep, and raspy voice you loved to fall asleep to.

“Y/n” his voice so soft, the same tone he used when he woke you up, “keegs?” Your voice was weak, your voice was strained from the shouting and screaming in pain you had been through.

“Yeah it’s me honey” he whispered and picked you up, he noticed the squint in your eyes when your tried looking up at him. He took you out the room and finally you could look at him without that bright white light behind him.

You could see his eyes were red from the nights he’d cried his heart out, all you could do was hug him back, as tightly as you could, and he did the same kissing your cheek gently, your head tucked into his shoulder, his grip was firm but he made sure not to hurt you, he could never forgive himself if he hurt you.

He felt healed, happy with the way you kissed him gently. It felt like the breeze after a storm.

#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #call of duty #oneshot #keegan p russ #keegan russ #call of duty keegan #cod keegan #keegan russ x reader #keegan p. russ x reader #keegan x reader #keegan x you #angst

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livelaughlovekny · 10 months

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Hi Lipe💓💓 I'd like to make a smol request for Mui🥹🫶

So so imagine Muichiro lent y/n his sword because she wanted to see the details of it. She sat down and admired it and when he wanted it back he gave her his hand. But y/n thought he was trying to help her up from her seat, she spontaneously grabbed it. I can picture him saying "I meant the sword but this will do too" and refused to let go of her hand during their patrolling haha💓

a/n: WAWAWAWAWA I WAS HAVING BAD WRITERS BLOCK AND FEELING SO STRESSED DUE TO SCHOOL BUT YOUR REQUEST ABSOLUTELY MADE MY DAY TYSM AHHH It's rather short but I hope you like it!!!

You stared at his sword with obvious interest. Your eyes glinted with curiosity as you studied it. Yes, it was a very cool sword indeed. Seeing your reflection on his sword, Muichirou’s hand paused; He was cleaning his sword. He looked up and stared at you.

Noticing his gaze on you, you looked up and looked into his eyes too. The both of you engaged in a stare contest before you broke apart the connection. “I like how your sword looks,” you grinned, “Can I inspect it more closely?” Muichirou looked at your outstretched palm. It was rough, very unladylike. A kind and sweet soul like you would never had to find bloodied and sharp swords fascinating or even encounter one if you didn’t survive what you did. Yet as quickly as the sudden urge to show you the care you had clearly missed out, it left just as quickly and he was left with a blank and blurred mind.

Looking back up at you, he placed his sword onto your hand gently. “Yes.” Your eyes lit up as you enthusiastically ran your fingers along the edge of the blade, careful not to cut yourself. Sitting down, you admired the patterns engraved on the sword. Softly murmuring the words on his sword to yourself, you gently flipped the sword over and grinned at your reflection in the blade. Muichirou looked at your actions and behaviour. Was his sword really that fascinating to you? Regardless, he still had places to patrol.

Stretching his hand out to you as a way to ask for his sword back, he watched as you noticed his hand and looked back up at him. Out of habit, you smiled and placed your hand in his, used to pulling people up and being pulled up from sitting positions. Pausing for a moment, he tugged you up. He paused again. He lifted up both of your hands and inspected it, slightly caressing your hand with his thumb. You felt a slight shiver from the unfamiliar sensation of his calloused thumb rubbing against your hand. Not wanting to disturb his thought process, you carefully observed his expressions.

Muichirou stared at your joint hands. He felt warmth all throughout him. He liked this. It was nice. You noted that his thoughts seemed to have settled before he gently brought your hands back down to your sides and looked back up. “I meant the sword but this will do too.” Feeling flustered and embarrassed at your misunderstanding, you tried to pull your hand away from his grasp. His grip on you tightened though it remained gentle. “It was my fault for not elaborating on my actions.” He looked at how your face was dusted with pink across it and decided he liked that too. “I need to get back to patrolling. You should join me.”

His heart did a little dance when you made no move to protest against his statement. How funny.

Bonus: You were starting to feel a little flustered with the way his gentle grip remained firm. It seemed as if he had no intention of letting go of your hand. Deciding to speak up about it, you tilted your head to the side and tried to casually bring it up. “You seem to have a strong grip.” He did not look back at you, not picking up on your hint, “I’m a Hashira, it’s a given that I have strong grips.” He paused. “I’m not hurting you right?” His eyes shone with concern, an uncommon thing. Your heart softened. “No, it’s fine.

a/n: omgomgomg my favourite artist gave me a request AHHH TYSM I love your idea sm oml

#demonslayer #kny #kny fanfic #kny x reader #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #demon slayer #kny muichiro #fluff #drabble

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eroticain · 1 year

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Wukong can NOT keep his hands to himself. He is constantly needing physical touch with Reader, and that can mean anything between holding her hand and being inside of her.

The amount of times she has to fend him off with a promise of letting him have fun later. Hell, she might do some teasing of her own, telling him that if he can behave for a while she'll let him breed her to his heart's content.

Which is a mistake on her part, since they wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon when that time comes. Especially since he keeps finding moments to whisper in her ear how excited he is to fill her up later.

Also he keeps pinching her ass to make her squeak, only laughing more when she glares at him.

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It is time to unleash the hornyyyyyy

Oh he most certainly can NOT keep his hands to himself. And could you imagine if he had anything like a heat. Oml mans would not be able to control himself.🤤

I imagine that in that case:

He's been absolutely insatiable lately. You didn't know what was going on, all you knew was that Wukong couldn't last more than five minutes without trying to crowd you onto any nearby vertical or horizontal surface. It wasn't too bad at first since he was only doing it when you too were alone, but it quickly spread to public places as well. Not a single person, friend or stranger, could approach you without a feral monkey demon growling in their face before practically trying to mount you in front of them. Tripitaka had to use the tightening spell more than once just to get him off of you.

It'd almost be comical if it weren't for how embarrassed you were. You were confused and becoming more sexually frustrated every time the demon randomly shoved his hand down your pants, which, in turn, only seemed to make his behavior worse.

You kept subtly trying to tell him to calm down or at least wait, but every time he would concede and leave you alone he'd be back two seconds later like the conversation didn't happen.

It got to the point where you had to actively avoid Wukong so he wouldn't hump your leg like a wild dog, which is easier said than done, this monkey was better at finding you than a bloodhound. It was during this time, that you were hiding and Wujing stumbled upon you.

For a second, you thought it was Wukong and was about to run for it when you noticed it was just Sandy. "Oh thank, Buddha. I thought you were Wukong." You clutched your racing heart. "What the hell is wrong with him lately?"

"You don't know?" Wujing asked.

"Know what?"

"Sorry, I just thought he would have told you. Given that you two have been together for a while now. Though I suppose that is giving him a lot of credit. Allow me to explain..."

Wujing carefully explained the delicate state Wukong was in and that being in a village filled with potential rivals wasn't helping. And just as Sandy was finishing his biology lesson Wukong dropped right out of the fucking sky between you and Sandy in the alley way. He looked pissed.

Wujing, being the peacemaker he was, managed to make it out with all of his limbs intact.

But that left you alone with the Monkey King himself, and while you would have snuck off while Wujing was getting his shit recked, their skirmish was blocking the only exit. And so, as the growling monkey demon advanced on your shriveled form, all you could do was let out a nervous laugh and try reasoning with the king you were about to turn down for tenth time today.

“Wukong, wait. Let’s talk about thi—!”

The demon then pounced on you and began groping at any body part or piece of clothing he could get his sharp claws on. You let out a yelp and began getting swept away in the moment when he latched onto your neck and began sucking and biting at the available skin as he attempted to remove your pesky robes.

You threw your head back as he ground his half hard cock directing into your clothed clit. Wukong hadn’t had many partners before you but you found he was nothing if not a quick learner that developed an incredibly accurate aim when it came to all of your weak spots.

However, unfortunately for Wukong, you came to your senses as he began licking his way down your now exposed torso and you began tugging at his hair to pull him off.

“Wait, wait! STOP!” Wukong instantly detached from your body with a trail a spit still connecting his lips to your tits. He looked dazed and not fully cognizant, but even so you could see that he was using every bit of will power to focus on you. “N-Not,” you took a second to compose yourself. “Not here.”

Wukong did something you never would have expected from him in a million years, he whined. You quickly shushed him and stroked through the fur around his face and neck to calm him down.

“Later. If you wait,” you cupped his cheeks to make sure he was looking directly into your eyes, “you can have me all night long and fill me as much as you want.”

The sage shivered and tried to lean forward to kiss you, but you firmly held him where he was.

“But ONLY.... After nightfall and other’s find a place to stay. Then?” You checked to make sure he was still listening to which he gave an eager nod, “Then you can take me far anyway from the village and fuck me to your heart’s content. Deal?”

He whined again.

“Deal?” You arched a brow at him.

“D-Deal.”

#🍉 anon #skittle answers #isekai'd to the west #sun wukong x reader #wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #sun wukong #wukong #monkey king

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gunilslaugh · 1 year

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How do you write these stories so quick and still have them be sooooo good!?!?! Oml. Thanks for all your hard work!

What would the XDH boys' reactions be to you getting injured? Minor or more serious, doesn't matter.

Thanks again! Have a good day!

Thank you so much. I'm so glad that people think that my work is good and enjoy them because I never really expected that. I hope that you have a good day too! :)

All members ;^~^;

Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to you getting injured.

WC:1.5k

Warning:grammar, mentions of injuries

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

•So worried, wouldn’t let you do anything.

When Gunil arrived at your shared apartment to discover you sitting on the couch with one leg elevated on a pillow, ice on your ankle, he quickly rushed to your side.

“Are you ok? What happened?” He questioned all panic.

“It’s just a slight sprain, nothing serious. I just need to rest it and ice it,” you explained to him.

“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll do it for you,” he told you.

“Gunil it’s not that-” you began to speak.

“Shush, shush, I’ll do it for you. You just stay put,” Gunil cut you off. If you're thirsty he’s rushing yo grab you a drink. The remote is just a hair out of arm's length? He scolds you for stretching “too” far to reach it. When you try to reason that it’s your ankle that’s hurt not your arms, he doesn't care claiming you shouldn’t add any more stress to your body. Of course you appreciate that he cares so much, but it was a little suffocating. You drew the line when he tried to carry you to the bathroom though.

“Gunil you can’t carry me to the bathroom,” you put your foot down,

“But I’ll just-” he tried to reason.

“I said no,” you sternly told him while pointing your finger. He sighed in defeat, but still watched you like a hawk as you limped your way to the bathroom.

Jungsu

•Mother mode activated, scolds you before taking care of you.

You and Jungsu were preparing dinner when you accidentally cut your finger with a knife while cutting vegetables. Hissing in pain you brought your finger closer to your eyes to examine the small cut.

“Did you cut yourself?” Jungsu asked, his voice laced with concern.

“It’s fine, it's just a small cut,” you informed him about to carry on with your work.

“Let me see,” he said, taking your injured finger into his hands. He sees the little amount of blood coming from the cut and grabs a tissue wrapping it around your finger. “This is why I told you to be careful. Sharp things are dangerous,” he murmured some other words after that, but you couldn’t hear what they were. “Hold this,” he ordered before walking out of the kitchen, leaving you holding your now wrapped injured finger. Jungsu returned with a bandaid and an alcohol wipe. He disinfected your cut before putting the bandaid on.

“You forgot something,” you told him as he was about to return to cooking.

“What?” he looked at you confused.

“Kiss it better,” you stuck out your bandaid dressed finger towards him. He lets out a scoffy laugh at your remark.

“What are you a child?” He teases you.

“Says the one who just scolded me like a mother,” you teased him back. He walks back over to you delicately lifting your finger to his lips, pressing a tender kiss on it.

“Better?” he asks.

“Yes, all better thank you,” you gleefully say.

Gaon/Jiseok

•Confused baby, doesn’t know what to do at first.

Strolling around at night was one of yours and Jiseok’s favorite activities. This stroll was gonna have to be cut short after you tripped over your own foot and skinned your knee. At first Jiseok only laughed at you thinking that you simply fell at that was it. When you stayed on the ground just a moment too long he knew that something was wrong.

“Are you ok?” he asked, kneeling down to help you stand up.

“Yeah I just hurt my knee a bit,” you say, looking down towards your knee. Your pants are ripped and there’s a little red stain.

“You’re bleeding,” Jiseok noted as his mind went blank. He should do something but what? He spent a few moments thinking before it hit him. A bandaid you needed a bandaid. He insisted on giving you a piggyback ride as you guys walked to the nearest convenient store. Once he bought disinfectant and a box of bandaids he had you sit down on the curb as he dressed your wound. He apologized when you jerked away as he applied the disinfectant. Gently blowing on your wound to help with the stinging. Afterwards he carefully put the bandaid on and gently patted your knee once he finished.

“So what are my odds doc?” you joked Jiseok laughed before responding.

“It was a pretty fatal accident, but I patched you up well, so you’ll live this time,” Jiseok said, helping you stand back up.

O.de/Seungmin

•Concerned, but doesn’t want to be over the top about it

As soon as you walked into the studio Seungmin immediately noticed the wrist brace that you were wearing.

“What happened?” he interrogated, grabbing your forearm to better investigate your wrist that was covered by the brace.

“Well hello to you too,” you said, removing your arm from his hold.

“Sorry. Hello darling. Now what happened to your wrist?” Seungmin questioned you again.

“I sprained it helping my friend move furniture, but it’s not bad I only have to wear the brace for a few weeks,” you illuminated. Seungmin pouted, staring at your wrist. At first he wanted to scold you for not being more careful, but accidents happen and scolding you wouldn’t fix your wrist either.

“How dare that furniture hurt my baby,” is what he says instead as he pulls you to sit on his lap. Then wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“It’s ok we were getting rid of the furniture that hurt me anyway, so it will be dead soon,” you informed him.

“Good,” Seungmin simply states. He’ll do little things for you while your wrist is healing. Open your drinks, open doors for you (not like he didn’t already do that), won’t let you carry any bags in that hand and other things to stop you from using your injured wrist so much. Won’t suffocate you like Gunil, but still do everything that you’ll allow him to do.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

•Be more mindful of you.

A picture frame fell off your wall a few days ago. You thought that you had cleaned up all of the glass shards, but apparently not.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed as you and Hyeongjun were walking down the hallway to your bedroom.

“Are you alright?” Hyeongjun immediately asked, looking you up and down.

“Yeah I just stepped on something,” you replied.

“Let me see,” he said. First he helped you sit down on the floor then he moved to examine your foot. That’s when he saw the small piece of glass. “You step on a piece of glass,” he informed you. Hyeongjun went to get your first aid kit that you kept in your bathroom. Once he returned he carefully removed the piece of glass and bandaged your foot. The rest of the day he tried to keep you off of that foot as much as possible.

Even over the next few days he'll be mindful of your injured foot. If you were walking he’d stand on your injured side and wrap his arm around your waist to offer you more support. Hyeonjun would even rest your foot on his when you were sitting side by side. You’re unsure if it really does anything, but the gesture was nice, it showed that he cared.

Jooyeon

•Tries his best,but doesn’t really know what to do either.

You and Jooyeon were at a park. The two of you had a cute little lunch date outside since the weather had been nice. After you guys finished eating you decided to walk around the park a bit before he had to get back. The conversation you were having was suddenly interrupted when your legs found themselves tangled with a ball causing you to trip.

A kid ran over profusely apologizing. Stating that it was an accident as they helped you up.. You reassured them that it was fine and they went on their way. It was only when you went to wipe the dirt from your clothes that you felt the stinging sensation on your palms.

“Your hands are bleeding,” Jooyeon accounted when he saw you staring at your hands.

“Yeah I must’ve scraped them a bit when I fell. It’s no big deal though,” you said.

“No big deal? What do you mean? You have to uh…uh,” something you should do something, but he can’t think of what. You really shouldn’t leave your hands covered in dirt when you have cuts on them though. Ah that was it. “You have to clean them, so the dirt won’t infect them,” Jooyeon stated. He took a water bottle from your guy's lunch bag. He gestured for you to put out your hands as he rinsed the dirt away with the water. “There, now we should get you some disinfectant. I think,” you laugh at his unsureness, but your heart feels warm at how much he cared.

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