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weird-is-life · 2 months

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hii! So I've never made a request before- but I was wondering if you could write a sunshine!reader × spencer where reader is a but dimmer(less sunshiney? Idk lol) than usual? Something sort of fluffy and comfort like if that makes sense :) I love your work sm and i saw your requests were open so- <33

Hii lovely ty for the request🥰! And thank you for loving my work, ily😭 hope this is okay. Warnings: fluff, reader is a bit upset, mentions of food/drink, use of pet names(0.9k)

You come to work without your usual cheery aura. You greet everybody with a smile, but Spencer sees right through it. He can tell the difference between your real smile, and between this fake smile. I mean, he would be kind of a bad boyfriend if he couldn't differ them.

Spencer comes up to your desk, his hand immediately finds yours, "hi, sweetheart."

You look up at him, fake smile already plastered on your pretty face, "hi, Spence."

"Are you okay?" Spencer whispers, trying not to draw any attention to you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I just didn't sleep well," you respond way too quickly so Spencer knows you're lying right away.

"Really?" Spencer asks softly, trying to get the real answer.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Really." You form another fake smile on your face. But Spencer doesn't push you, he knows you'll tell him in your own time if you want to.

Spencer squeezes your shoulder lovingly, and lets you get back to work. And even though he isn't going to try, and force you to tell him what's wrong, he's not letting it go.

Spencer settles on the plan to try to cheer you up, even if just a little.

Spencer goes to grab a coffee to a little café near the Bau so he grabs a drink and some sweet pastries for you as well. He even buys you a flower, just one simple flower not a bouquet, but it's your favourite so he hopes that you'll like it.

As soon as Spencer gets back to the office he makes a beeline for you. You don't notice him coming, too focused on the papers, until the beautiful flower is right in front of your face.

"Oh," you yelp in surprise, small but genuine smile right away on your lips, "what's this?"

"This," he also puts the drink and the pastries on your table," is for you."

"For me? Why?" you ask a little confused, but Spencer already can see that your mood has been lifted even if just a bit.

"Just because," Spencer beams at you.

You raise your brows at him, "just because?" you giggle. Your giggle makes Spencer almost melt away.

"Yeah, " Spencer shrugs his shoulders. He would have bought you thousands of flowers if it meant that you would smile at him like this again. He overwhelmingly wants to kiss you, but he just can't kiss you in the middle of the office.

He decides that a little peck on your cheek wouldn't hurt. He quickly looks around, and then does it.

You cheeks go rosy, "thank you, handsome. This is really nice."

"Of course," Spencer smiles at you one more time before he leaves you be. He sits at his desk, and takes a sip of his coffee.

It's missing the very much needed sugar, even if he did ask for more sugar at the café It's still not enough. He goes straight to the small office kitchen.

You notice Spencer going there, and follow him. You can't believe how sweet Spence is. I mean, you know he's literally the sweetest person on the earth, but still it takes you by a surprise every time. It makes you love him even more everytime, too.

You swear, you were very close to crying when he brought you the flower. You haven't been feeling very well since the morning. It's just one of those days when you wake up with an upset mood, and there's no actual reason behind it. It's just this way sometimes.

You know Spencer noticed this bad mood. And of course, he's trying everything he can to make you feel better without being forceful. So you want to thank him again.

"Hi, sweetheart, need more sugar too?" Spencer notices you straight away.

"No, I just wanted to say thank you again, Spence," you say sheepishly.

"No need to say thanks again. I'm glad you like my little surprise," Spencer can't help it when you're around him, his hand immediately lands on your hip.

You try to give him a smile, but you just anxiously look at him, "I just... Y-you were right. I-I don't feel good today."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Spencer softly asks in hushed voice, his hand starts to do circles on your exposed skin where your sweater has risen.

"Can we talk about it later?" You don't feel like talking about it right now. Especially not at work. You'd rather do it later with Spencer's arms around you.

"Definitely, lovely. You can come to my apartment if you want to. We don't even have to talk, we could just put on a movie or something. Does that sound okay?" Spencer proposes unsurely, he doesn't want to make you even more sad. He wouldn't survive it for sure. He's so used to your happy smiles and cheerful mood that it's weird seeing you so sullen. He doesn't like seeing you like this at all, it breaks his heart a little.

"Sounds perfect." You look at him like you want to ask him also something else, and Spencer doesn't even need to guess to know what to do. He's seen those puppy eyes on your numerous times.

Spencer quickly wraps his arms around you, instantly whispering sweet things in your ear, "I love you, y'know that?"

"I know, love you, too," you say into his shirt, already feeling a small amount of tension leave your body.

You stay like that until you are positive that you are blushing like crazy from his compliments, and until someone else comes into the kitchen for a coffee (you don't want to be another lecture about inappropriate behaviour at work, you leave that to other people).

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jamil-s-wifey · 10 months

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Hello :3 Can I get a long scenario with my dearest Jamil?

I really love him so much >///< so here is my scenario, I hope you can accept

Jamil got sick and has a fever. MC stayed beside him and nursed him for 3 days without blinking and finally he recovered. He started to remember her care during his illness after his fever dropped. And when he woke up, MC hugged him tightly. A bit long, huh? 😅 I would be happy with little NSFW, not gonna lie.

Well hello there, fellow Jamil enthusiast~ It has certainly been a hot minute, hasn't it? It is my utmost pleasure to present you with the *long-awaited* scenario at hand! A bit of NSFW, some heart-warming fluff and Jamil finally getting a GODDAMN break, coming right up! It's not full on NSFW, just a lil bit, as requested, I don't know why it turned out like that- still, I hope this is good! (Tbh, it fits the scenario)

P.S. This hit close to home, I used to be a very sickly child and I still catch all sorta sicknesses a lot easier than normal people. So, what he will experience here is all based on very PERSONAL and very SALTY experience. 🙃

"What am I gonna do with you? You can't keep pushing yourself so much!" You murmured, pressing a cold cloth to Jamil's forehead as he slept soundly.

.......

Jamil hated being sick. Pretty normal right? Everybody hates being sick.

But to Jamil, sickness meant pushing through and continuing with his chores, regardless of his wellbeing. Imagine cooking above a hot stove with a high temperature. Can't be pleasant, can it?

But even the hardest stones could crack under enough force - such is the way the world works. It was towards the end of the day, as Jamil was preparing Kalim's dinner, when he felt his body give out under him. All day he'd been going around with a fever, he felt as if his own body was rotting on the inside, screaming at him to stop and have a break. His eyes were watery and felt as though they were burning in his eye sockets.

He couldn't even reach a chair to sit, before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor - too dizzy and too weak. Rarely did he ever get this sick, but this time it was bad. He moved to a more comfortable position and remained like that, trying to gather enough strength to get some medicine..... He most certainly didn't realise he'd fallen asleep, too tired to move, nor did he hear Kalim's worried voice when he found him on the floor in the kitchen.

And Kalim? Kalim was terrified! Quickly he called on his dorm members to move him to his room and immediately called you, crying on the phone, worried that Jamil might never wake up. (That's not how colds work, Kalim-) Worried about Jamil, you immediately rushed to the Scarabia dorm, medicine in hand.

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And now here you are, in the present, taking extensive care of your near delirious not-quite-boyfriend-but-kinda-love-interest. He'd occasionally wake up and exchange barely audible pleasantries with you, drink his "extra healthy and full of good stuff" chicken soup (whatever that was supposed to entail) and then fall back into slumber. His fever has gone down drastically, but the utter exhaustion left in its wake has kept him bedridden. Apparently it was a seasonal fever, which just so happened to hit Jamil, who in turn chose to ignore it in the beginning.

You'd taken the liberty to remain situated in his room for about three days.

Day one was the worst - high fever, clattering teeth and a sleepless night to boot. You'd change his shirt every time he'd drench it in sweat whilst fighting off the fever. You'd switch up the cloth every time it lost its cooling effect, you'd remained by his side the entire time, least he needed something anything at all.

"Once you get better, I'm so gonna yell at you for not taking better care of yourself.... You're lucky I love you." You'd mumbled, barely audible in the quiet of the room as he slept.

Day two was better - he slept through most of it and you could in turn prepare some soup, as well as cover most of his chores, get a pass from the teachers AND even leave him some of your notes for when he recovers. (Look at you go! He'd better propose imo)

Now, on day three he was evidently much healthier. Finally he gave up trying to get out of bed, and instead lay resting, drinking his medicine, feeling utterly pampered by you.

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"How long have you...been here?" You seemed pretty tired in his eyes. The moment you heard his voice you immediately threw yourself gently on him, gently crushing his bones in a hug.

"A while." You responded, face buried in his chest. In reality, you hadn't had a proper night of sleep in about 3 days. You DID sleep, Kalim even prepared a guest bedroom, but you chose to remain next to Jamil for most of the time. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"You didn't have to do all this, you know? You could've get sick too."

"I could've, but I haven't. For somebody with such a keen eye and monstrous deliberation, you really don't know how to take care of yourself properly." You quipped back, moving to sit on the bed next to him.

"As, so I'm being reprimanded now." His gaze softened. "Thank you....for taking care of me these last few days... I've forgotten what it's like to not have to worry or do anything... I feel like I've slept a lifetime... I don't know how I could possibly return the favour."

You can't stay mad at him. He knows it, you know it. Hell, even the Great Seven know it.

"Return it by recovering completely."

He chose not to continue the conversation. He knew arguing was pointless.

"You know, while I was sleeping, or trying to, I was mostly aware of what was happening around me." He began, pushing himself up, in a sitting position. "When you'd quietly hum to yourself, or cuss when you couldn't find something..."

"Ah- well, did you now? Sorry if you had a difficult time falling asleep because of me. " you felt your cheeks warm up a bit.

"No no, please. It's fine. You've taken such good care of me. I just... couldn't help but hear something, which perhaps I wasn't meant to."

He reached out, tangling his hand in your hair.

"Something about you loving me?"

...

Nope, all that heat in your cheeks? Gone. Now it was just coldness and dread.

He saw your frazzled state and chuckled. "I guess I'm really lucky, to have you to take *such* good care of me, huh."

He leaned in, but stopped just centimetres away.

"I shouldn't."

You heart dropped even lower, if that was even possible.

"I could get you sick.~" There was a lilt to his voice, but his eyes showed concern.

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" you leaned in, smashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you towards him.

Naturally, you moved to sit in his lap, his hands moving to your waist.

"Your feelings are returned, for the record." He mumbled in between heated kisses. The more heated the kisses became, the more his hands would wander until-

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. Skillfully he unbuttoned the first few buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your neck and collarbones. "I think I have a way of returning the favour. You took such good care of me, I think it's my turn~"

His attention moved to your neck, leaving heated languid kisses and playful bites on your skin. His hand trailed down to spread your legs, moving between them. Every single touch of his was intoxicating. Pretty quickly your shirt was thrown on the floor, the supple flesh underneath - covered in hickeys.

"Are you not going to undress as well? Or should I do that for you?" you asked, breathless, yet teasing in manner. Well. As teasing as one could get, given how achingly turned on you were. "Like you didn't have more than enough time to appreciate the view, during these last few days." he teased right back, but his hands moved to grip the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He practically purred, fingers gliding over your stomach, gently trailing lower and lower.

"Of course, you can tell me to stop anytime."

"I don't want you to."

"As you wish, my dear. Then I'll make sure to indulge, taking, tasting, touching every single part of you. "

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hina-hina · 1 year

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Hello! can I have a (seperate) fluffy headcanons for Ghost, König, Soap and Alejandro reacts when his and f! s/o's baby says their first word which is "dada" or "papa"

Hello friend!! This was such a cute request to go with the Ghost one I just made as well as the addition of the other characters!! This was a really fun one to write I hope you like it!! Thank you for requesting!! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

|| Ghost, König, Soap and Alejandro Reactions to their Baby's first word being Dad ||

Warnings: some angst

|| Ghost

He never would have guessed that his child's first word would be his name due to how much he works

He hates having to leave the two of you so much

He always takes off his mask before going anywhere near his child because the last thing he wants is them to be scared of him

He can't stop a small smile spreading across his face when your child see his face and giggles

But one day, he comes back from a mission utterly exhausted and just forgets he has his mask on

You and your child are sat in the living room floor, playing with a pile of colorful blocks

Without thinking, he just approaches to watch you guys closer

You give him a tired smile but your face quickly drops when you notice his mask

"Simon, your mask-"

But it was too late, the small child had already seen him

You both hold your breath as the small child just stares at the man with a curious expression, when suddenly their face lights up:

"Dada!"

He gasps quietly as the child immediately tries to go to him

He drops to his knees immediately to steady the child as they smile, little hands going up to clusmly push the mask off his face

The child throws their little arms around his shoulders as he grabs them into a big bear hug, eyes watery

You approach the both of them and are quickly accepted into the hug as well

|| König

A bit of the same situation as Ghost

I would imagine he would be a little self-conscious of his face

You always reassure him that he's very handsome

So, on one of your rare days off, he's sitting with your small child while you cook dinner

"Come on, Schätzchen, say mama."

He is quietly trying to get your child to say your name first because he wants to see your expression when it happens

He really doesn't want their first words to be while he's gone

However, the small child just stares back looking just confused

"You can say it! Mama!"

But the baby just does something unexpected

They shake their tiny head quickly from side to side, pointing one little hand out at König"

"Papa!"

His jaw drops immediately

Something distantly clatters in the kitchen as you come sprinting from the kitchen, practically vaulting over the couch

"Did they just...?"

"I-I..."

But your just laughing, swooping down to grab the child into your arms and slumping down into König's lap

"Your so smart, sweetheart!"

He wraps strong arms around you

"I'm sorry, Maus, I was trying to get her to say Mama, but..."

"Oh hush, big guy,"

You press a big kiss to his cheek then go back to praising the child as he hides his proud smile into your neck

|| Soap

You two would 100% be the type of couple to start a bet about it

He claims its unfair because work takes him away so much so whenever you two have video calls, he is constantly dropping not-so-subtle hints to your child

So, whenever you two are alone you almost always refer to yourself in the third person

If you slip up and do this in front of Soap, he will no doubt tease you about it

So when he finally comes in for leave, the two of you are constantly trying to get the kid to say your names

"C'mon dear, just say dad!" "Stop it!!"

But eventually it happens in a way neither of you had planned for

You had just put the baby to bed and the two of you were sitting on the couch, watching tv and having a drink

The two of you were just relaxing in eachothers arms, almost falling asleep with the warmth and softness of it all

That was, until your child starts crying and screaming bloody murder

Soap is immediately in fight mode, jumping up and running upstairs with you hot on his heels

When he passed into the bedroom, he was momentarily relieved to see no one was it there

However, he was still on edge but the child's ruddy, tear-stained face as they stood with the help of their crib bars

He is quickly approaching the child, grabbing them under the arms and lifting the crying baby from the crib

"Oh, honey, did you have a bad dream?"

The child's small body shakes, "Daaaaaaad!"

He spins around to face you but you just smile lightly and approach to help sooth the child

Despite what you might think, he doesn't rub it in your face

However he does brag endlessly to the others on 141

|| Alejandro

Like König, he was also quite scared that he would miss his child's first words

Unfortunately, this fear doubles when everything goes down with the Las Almas Cartel, Hassan, and the Shadows

The whole time he was being held by Graves and the Shadows, he would be scared he wouldn't ever see you again

But, of course, he makes it out and when he gets back home your waiting for him, your child in your arms

He is so happy to see the two of you, especially after all the pain and uncertainty

He's just about to rush up to the two of you when the small child sees him and opens their arms wide,

"Papa!"

He stops for a moment, but quickly recovers and sprints up to you wrapping you both up in a hug

"Since when could you do that, mi vida?"

You laugh wetly around happy tears, "Just now, I guess. I can't even be mad."

He smiles his charming smile and kisses you softly before giving his kid one of the top of their head

The two of you go home and he's happy to be able to spend time with the both of your after all the fear of before

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scarisd3ad · 2 years

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the grabbed | vance hopper x f!reader

Chapter one

Masterlist

Warnings - kidnapping, blood, mentions abuse, the grabber

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It was one of those times where my dad was between jobs, he couldn't afford the rent for our apartment so we moved back in with my uncle Albert. He had a nice job and a nice house big enough for my crack head dad and I to live comfortably without having to worry. Albert didn't like my dad, he said he was a dead beat and stupid but he didn't want to have his one and only niece on the streets.

I sat sprawled out of the couch flipping through channels when I felt the couch dip. I lifted my head to see Albert sitting there. I smiled "Albert?" He hummed in response "do you know where my dad is?" I asked. He shook his head, "I've gotta go out you think you'll be fine alone?" He asked. I furrowed my eyebrows and nodded, "yeah of course" I replied as I continued to flip through channels. "Okay great, remember don't go down to the basement" I rolled my eyes and nodded "I know."

"Okay I'll be back in a few hours" he lifted himself off of the couch and grabbed his keys off of the coffee table that was littered with newspapers and remnants of my dads drugs. "Love you" he said as he began to walk out the door. "Love you too" I replied.

Once I heard the door lock and his van start up I sighed, turning off the tv. I huffed as I walked into the kitchen. I peered down the stairwell that lead to the basement to see the door cracked open. I furrowed my eyebrows, normally it was closed and locked. It was always closed, he must've forgotten. I didn't know exactly what was in the basement but I had theories. Maybe a secret lab where he created bombs or something, but that wasn't very realistic so the most realistic thing I could come up with was a collection of guns or weapons he didn't want me to get into. He did have a massive black dog that was mostly used for security so it wasn't far off. I slowly walked down the stairs, pressing my hand against the wall so I wouldn't fall. Once I made it down to the bottom I grabbed onto the door and began to pull it open.

It was large, metal, and heavy so it took me a bit of strength to open it.

Creek.

Once it was open I saw there wasn't any weapons or lab, just a mattress, and a black phone on the wall. On the mattress was a boy, curled up. He has blonde curly hair. My uncle was hiding a boy down here. "If you come near me I'll beat the shit out of you" he growled. I recognized that voice, the hair, the denim vest. It was vance hopper, I had only seen him once before he got grabbed. But I'd recognize that voice anywhere. Vance went missing two months ago, he's been down here for two whole months and my dad and I didn't even notice. "Holy shit" I whispered "holy shit oh my god" his head whipped up. "Who the fuck are you?" He growled, "y/n my names y/n I live here" I replied quickly. I slowly walked towards him cautiously. I knew what he was capable of. He had dirt and blood covering him, his hair was a mess, and his clothes had rips in them. "He's not home" I whispered, "I- I can get you some food, do you want me to get you anything?" He nodded slowly. "Can you help me? Get out. I thought.." he sighed wiping his face harshly "I thought I'd be able to do it myself, you know kill him? But I can't I just fucking can't" he sighed tears pricking at his waterline. Vance hopper wasn't the type of boy to cry ever or even ask for help, so I knew he was serious. "I- yeah..I can help you" I now stood about a foot away from the mattress. "But I don't think we can do it now" I replied stuffing my hands in my Jean pockets. "What do you mean?!" He asked harshly as he tried to stand but almost immediately fell back onto the mattress. A lump formed in my throat, did my uncle take those other boys too? Did he kill them? What was he doing to vance that made him so weak?

"W-what is he doing to yo-you?" I managed to whisper. "You don't want to know" he said shaking his head. "I- we can't do it now, he's to strong, you're to weak, he's double my size" i said as I walked closer. "We're gonna have to make a plan, to get you out of here" I continued. He nodded, I was finally close enough to see the wounds he had all over his body, bruises, cuts, most of them looks like belt marks. I dropped myself down the mattress next to him. Dust flew everywhere as I sat. This place was disgusting, the walls were uneven, and it looked like there was blood stains all over the bed. He side eyed me as he furrowed his eyebrows, "what are you doing?" He asked.

"We're gonna make a plan, he's not gonna be back for a few hours." He nodded and then asked "can you get me some food, or water." He asked before sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. "Yeah- yeah! Of course" I said quickly getting up and running towards the stairs, making sure to leave the door open. Once I made it to the top of the stairs I was panting. I pressed my hand against the wall as I catched my breath. My heart at pounded against my chest and my breaths were short.

It finally set in, my uncle was a child abductor. He was the one who took Griffin staggs, and billy showalter. He probably killed them, they're bodies are probably in our backyard. Tears pricked at my eyes, my uncle was a bad person, the uncle who stepped in and raised me as his own when my dad was to high to care, the uncle who'd let me curl up next to him when I had a nightmare, the uncle who let me stay at his house while my parents were fighting. I covered my mouth as I let out a sob and sank to the floor. And now I had to kill him I couldn't let him hurt anyone else. Vance was going to be the last he'd ever grab, and I was going to make sure of it.

I stood up quickly and wiped my cheeks. I wasn't going to cry about it . I continued my way towards the kitchen. I opened up the fridge and got a bottle of water and placed it onto the counter before opening up the freezer and grabbing a TV dinner. I sighed as I shut both doors and walked towards the microwave, as I unboxing the TV dinner. I opened the drawer beside the microwave and pulled out a knife and a fork before slamming it shut. I made a few slits in the area where the main dish was, and took off the plastic from the dessert area before throwing the knife into the sink. I placed the tv dinner into the microwave, and I set the timer for four and a half minutes and closed the door. I watched as the dinner spinner slowly as the microwave made a light buzzing noise. Once it made its loud beep signaling it was done I took it out and grabbed the fork and stirred the dessert before placing it back into the microwave and setting the timer for another two minutes and waited. Once it beeped again I took it out and let it sit so I wouldn't burn myself.

Once about a minute went by I decided to pick it up instantly hissed and dropped it back onto the counter. I groaned a i caressed my palm lightly with my thumb. Another minute went by and I decided to try again. I slowly inched my hands towards the dish before carfully grabbing. This time it was just warm. I sighed as the warm feeling engulfed my hands. I then grabbed the water bottle, and fork. Then I carefully walked towards the stairwell. Once I finally made it down to the bottom of the stairs I sighed in relief before nudging the door open slightly with my side. Vance was now sat up his back. Pressed against the wall. His head lifted slightly just making sure it was me. I smiled as I walked towards him. I placed the TV dinner down on the mattress and handed him the water. He opened the bottle, the seal making a cracking sound as he twisted the cap. He lifted the bottle up to his lips and sighed as the cold water entered his mouth. "Holy shit" he muttered as he twisted the cap back on and brought the cold bottle up to his cheek. I then proceeded to sit next to him as he brought the TV dinner up onto his lap. He peeled the plastic off of the dish and stabbed the fork into the chicken. "How did you get down here?" I asked quietly as he stuffed the food into his mouth. "I think he hit me with his car, I can't really remember."

"Oh" I whispered softly, "I want to go home...I want to see my mom" he whispered back. "You are, I promise" I shouldn't have made that promise, something could've happened in the span of a day. But I was going to make sure he got out of here alive. "We're gonna kill him...together"

"Yeah kill him" vance muttered with a small smile on his face as he spooned a scoop of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

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"Have you tried making any like traps?" I asked he furrowed his eyebrows, and squinted his eyes. "What do you mean?" I rolled my eyes and said "like digging a hole in the floor, setting up a string to trip him?" He shook his head slowly. "The last time I even tried to escape this happened" he muttered as he raised his hand showing me the belt sized welts covering it. "Oh..well you're gonna try, dig a hole set up something to get him down" i pulled my knees up against my chest, realizing just how cold it was down there. "I'll figure out how we're gonna kill him" Vance's eyebrows furrowed together "I just want to get out of here." I nodded placing my hand over his gently. He quickly pulled his away rolling his eyes "I know you do but I want to kill him I can't let him hurt anyone els-"

"Y/n/n? Hon?"

"Shit! That's Albert..I'll see you later vance!" I whisper shouted as I quickly jumped up off the mattress as I sprinted towards the door. I swiftly ran up the stairs just in time to meet him in the kitchen. "What we're you doing y/n?" He asked as opened up the fridge and grabbed a beer bottle. "Nothing" i muttered back as I stuffed my hands into my pockets and rocked back and forth on my heals. "Hm..you didn't go down to the basement did you?" He asked as he popped off the bottle cap and took a swig. His face scrunched up before he sighed at the cool relief of the liquid running down his throat. "No sir" i mutter, "good" he then bent over slightly to press a kiss to my temple. I can admit that uncle Albert was a little weird sometimes, maybe a bit too touchy at times, sometimes he'd say things that just sounded a bit inappropriate for him to be saying them about me. But I just assumed he just worded his sentences badly.

I looked up at him my face contorting into a scowl. I couldn't look at him the same after finding out what he had been doing. He was no longer my uncle. "You okay honey?" He asked as he ruffled my hair trying to get a laugh out of me. I nodded my head and pushed his hand away. "You want a soda? I got more soda while I was out" I shrugged my shoulders and proceeded to take a seat at the table. Albert frowned slightly and walked back over towards the fridge. He grabbed a soda and then popped the top off. My hair sat infront of my face shielded the the angry expression on it. I told myself I'd act normal like I didn't discover a missing child in our basement, like I didn't just find out my uncle was kidnapping and killing boys my age in his free time. I just couldn't though, I couldn't act like nothing happened, like he didn't hurt vance, Griffin, and billy.

He sat down in the chair across from me and slide the bottle of sprite my way. He then reached over pushing the pieces of hair that hid my eyes behind my ears. "What's got you so mad kid" he asked as he placed his pointer finger under my chin, and pushed my face up so I was looking his directly in the eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip of the sprite in front of me.

It was now about ten pm. I laid in bed tossing and turning as usual. Too much on my mind to be able to fall asleep. Why was he doing this? Would he hurt me too? Why did it have to be him?

Why?

I tossed and turner, and kicked the blanket on and off several times. I couldn't stop think. My thoughts were racing a mile a minute.

Creakkk....

Then the door creaked open. I quickly squeezed my eyes shut and tried to stay as still as possible. Soft tiptoed foot steps made they're way to me before I felt a calloused hand on my cheek. The familiar smell of alberts musky cologne lingered on they're body making me recognize them easily. His thumb caressed my cheek softly before I felt a piece of my hair get pushed back.

"I know you're not alseeppp" he said in a hushed sing song voice. My eyes slowly opened to see his face directly above me. He was bent over a small smile plastered on his face, it was soft, genuine. One i'd take as comforting just day ago. "Can't go to sleep?" He whispered, I nodded slowly pulling my blanket up closer to my chin. "You wanna come lay in my bed?" He asked, I didn't answer I just stared up at him. He obviously took my quietness as me being sleepy and push my blanket off of me. "Come on" he said grabbing my hand and helping me out of bed. I didn't say no, then he'd know something was up. Before I'd never pass down an opportunity to sleep in his bed, it was big, soft, and he had the thickest most warmest blankets in the house. He lead me out of my room and to his that was just across the hall. I hopped up into his bed and he tucked me in. "I'll be right back..I've gotta go check on some..thing" he said pressing his lips to my forehead. As he walked out of the room I turned on my side. It was all starting to make since now, the way he'd kiss me on the cheek (A little too close to my mouth), the way he touched me, the inappropriate comments. It was disgusting.

About ten minutes later I felt the bed dip, and a loud sigh fell from my uncles lips. I turned around slowly, the sheets making a crinkly sound as I did so. His head sat in his hand, small red patches littering his white shirt. My first thought was that he killed vance, my heart pounded out of my chest.

He killed him.

He killed him..

He killed him...

Then I saw the large gash on his arm, I sighed in relief, he didn't hurt him. It was most definitely the other way around. "Damn it" he groaned, he then began to slam his hands down on his knees "damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" It was loud but not loud enough to disturb the entire house. Just a loud whisper. "Al?"

He quickly turned around a the large frown quickly turning into a smile.

"Are you okay...you're bleeding" I whispered, his eyes widened and then he swiftly wiped the blood off his arm. "I'm fine, I just hurt myself that's all" He said with a smile and a wink. He then began to scoot closer towards the head of the bed. "Let's go to bed. I can let you stay home from school tomorrow...how does that sound?" He laid down facing me and held his arms out. "C'mere" he said quietly, i scooted into his arms. My head fell onto his chest. His body was warm, almost comforting. Almost, it hurt so much. It felt as though my heart was torn out of my chest and stomped on, until it was just a heap of mush on

the ground.

The man I grew up with as almost a father figure, was a murderer, a kidnapper. He was the grabber. He hurt kids my age, would he hurt me if he needed to? My emotions over took me, a sob racked through my body. It was too much for my brain to handle. "What? What's wrong?" He whispered as his left hand rubbed small circles into my back. I didn't answer I just let the tears fall and fall. I wanted to go back, to yesterday. When I thought he was good, when he was my uncle not a sadistic man. Sobs shook my body, tears and tears flowed down my cheeks. "Shh, shh it's alright" he whispered.

It wasn't alright.

It wasn't fucking alright!

#fanfics #the black phone #tbp #the grabber #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #billy showalter #griffin stagg #robin arellano #bruce yamada #finney blake #gwen blake #albert shaw #x reader #fem!reader

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Okay i just got another idea like right now after reading this post once more (it's the fourth time, i love it so much).

I kinda can't stop thinking of how the child will grow. How will the others (Grovyle, Dusknoir, Celebi, Kip, Cresselia, etc...) act with him? Is he some kind of Darkrai clone or does he have exclusive features (physically or/and with his ability). What kind of person will he want to be or will be? And the question I should have ask before anything else: What is his name.

Also what will be the gender of the child because i say he but if the child really comes from Twig and Ark he can be anything in a way (like, they could be a boy or a girl from Twig but they also can be a neutral gender from Ark)-

Personally, i imagined the idea of the child having similar power and physical body as Ark but with some feature of Twig. They could control the few powers they have of Ark perfectly without trying (they even could be able to not put people around them in nightmares when they fall asleep) but would easily lose control over their negative emotions (Anxiety, Sadness, Anger, Fear, etc...) especially with their personality near of the one of Twig (or even worst than Twig on some point).

I hope i'm not disturbing/annoying you in anyway. I just really love your content and i'm really curious about how you see/imagine things about the PMD lore or your PMD AU. Anyway, have a good night/day, take care of you, stay hydrated, don't forget to eat and rest or there will be consequences 🔫

it's 1AM and i'm still up but do what i say, not what i do-

Neluj

You’re not bothering me whatsoever! It’s always a treat to receive your asks and see all of your ideas and perspectives… also I will regularly open my inbox to plan my next posts and see your reminders to actually take care of myself and always go “OH SHOOT I HAVEN’T EATEN YET TODAY” and bolt into the kitchen to scarf down some leftovers, hehe.

First off: The baby is a girl! Ark proposes naming her Opal for absolutely no reason in particular, and Twig sees no reason to disagree with the name, so that’s what the baby is called from thereon. Pal and Pally are common derivatives used by Twig.

I’m working on a piece that will show how everyone will react to her, but it’s not ready yet, so I’ll just give a teaser: Celebi is completely blindsided by the baby’s appearance— she had no idea that something like that was going to happen in this timeline, and it’s a pretty big event to have missed whenever she peeked ahead in the timeline before now!

I haven’t decided entirely on what Opal’s personality will be as she ages, but for now, she’s pretty much your average baby— minus the crying. She is eerily quiet and barely vocalizes at all, to the point Twig gets worried about her learning to talk— and she promptly says her first full sentence immediately after. She’s very particular about food as well as material textures, and is prone to getting overwhelmed by bothersome sensory input, especially loud and clamorous noises. This isn’t something that she will grow out of, though she will collect a lot of strategies to help manage and minimize her overwhelm as she ages.

As for abilities…

#sofie answers asks #the present is a gift au #Shadow Baby AU #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd sky #pmd explorers #pmd eos #pmd #pmd2 #pmd darkrai #travailshipping #ark/twig #stuff by sofie #pmd au

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 1 year

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 11

Hello!! I know it's been less than a month, but it feels like I haven't posted a chapter in forever! As much as I've enjoyed this small hiatus, it's definitely given me the motivation to start writing again. Now, as for the first chapter of Part 2, Chapter 11 includes an introduction of one of my own OCs, who's name you will find out below and I can't wait for you to meet him! Enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 2355

Warnings: Mentions of Minor and Major Injuries from last chapter.

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Unfortunate Beginnings

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Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. Sunday 25th September 2939 of the Third Age (1339 in Shire-reckoning)

The moment Bilbo’s footsteps faded away, Kay was immediately upon me as she whipped around in her chair and I could see the question she had wanted to ask earlier burn in her eyes.

“Why’d you ask for his name?” she practically blurted out.

“Because we don’t know him.” I stated. Kay’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“But we do? Don’t we?”

“From the book and movies, yes,” I began explaining, “But we don’t actually know him, we just know of him. Plus if we called him by his name without asking for it first, I’m pretty sure he would be given enough heebie jeebies to throw us out. Then we would really have no place to go.”

Kay nodded slowly in agreement, before responding. “I mean, we do know of other places to stay.”

“But, would we actually get there alive, let alone know how to get there?” I questioned rhetorically.

Kay slumped back in her chair disappointedly with a groan at the obvious truth. We were raised and conditioned to live in a – somewhat – sheltered society. We hadn’t had a single lesson in life on how to survive out in the uncharted wild, apart from the occasional Bear Grylls show that I couldn’t remember anything from, except that thing where you drink your own urine, but I would honestly die on the first day of thirst than go anywhere near my piss. Soon Kay pulled me out of my spiralling thoughts as she pushed herself out her chair and I twisted my head to watch as she passed me.

“Oi.” I said, reaching out to prod at her arm. “Bilbo said to stay put.”

“He also said help yourself to tea.” She fired back as she made her way to the kitchen. “And I have two working ankles.”

It was now my turn to slump back in my own chair with a huff. A bit bored, I stretched my legs towards the fireplace in an attempt to warm my feet as I listened to Kay’s footsteps as she pottered around. You couldn’t let her be too sure of herself whilst she walked around with a knocked head after all. The clinks of ceramics became clearer as she wandered back through, balancing everything on the ornate wooden tray in her hands. She plopped it onto the small table that sat in between our armchairs before settling herself back into her chair.

Swatting my outstretched legs away from the fire whilst muttering something about my lack of fire safety, she passed me my cup of steaming tea, before picking up her own. Facing towards the open window, where the sun and many sounds of the morning wandered through, her expressions shifted as thoughts floated around in her head.

“Where do you suppose he’s gone?” She pondered as her eyes wandered about.

“Some sort of healer maybe?” I suggested, taking a sip of tea. “He did seem to panic over our whole ‘We’re severely injured!’ ordeal at the end of breakfast.”

“Huh, maybe.”

We sat in a peaceful silence for a bit as we waited for Bilbo’s return. Though whilst I stared at the crackling fire, an unwanted thought came to mind.

“Wait, so.. how are we gonna repay him in this condition?” I said worriedly. Kay joined me in staring at the fire as she tried to think of something. “I just don’t want to be kicked out for not being able to do anything meaningful.” I added.

“Eugh, you’re right.” Kay replied with a slight panic in her eye as she looked away from the flames at me. She took a moment as she thought of her next words. “Though I’ve read the hobbit enough times to know he’s surely not like that. We’ll explain that whilst we’re healing, we’ll start with smaller things, then the better we get, the bigger tasks we take on.”

I took a deep breath as I nodded, drinking more tea to distract myself from overthinking.

Moments passed before the second stretch of silence was interrupted. The muffled sounds of voices getting closer to the front door increased, one voice sounding familiar but frantic, whilst the other one unfamiliar and annoyed. We both leant over our armchairs to fixate on the circular door as it swung open, and we both watched as a now tussled up Bilbo quickly ushered in another hobbit. This other hobbit looked as if he had been dragged out of bed then through a bush backwards by his pointy ears as he stumbled in with bleary eyes. Poor guy was nodding almost subconsciously at the words that were pouring out of Bilbo’s mouth as he rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to be rid of his tiredness. He slipped off the coat that was already askew on his shoulders, before haphazardly patting down his unsightly bedhead of mousy brown hair as he turned away from his now hung up coat to follow Bilbo deeper into the house.

“Now Master Baggins,” The stranger managed out whilst stifling another yawn. “Let us see what caused you to wake me up at the crack of dawn, on a Sunday might I add.”

“Yes, yes, through here.” Bilbo said almost dismissively as he strode up to where we were sitting, beckoning the other hobbit over. I spotted the relief on his face as he saw that we hadn’t really moved at all from where he had left us. As for the second hobbit, his tiredness was snatched away from him in an instant as his half lidded eyes landed on us, and he almost stumbled back in shock at the sight of us, his hand clutched over his heart.

“By Yavanna! Where in Middle Earth did they come from?!” He cried as his wide chestnut eyes scoured over our appearance. We recoiled slightly at his outcry, eyeing each other concerned. Surely we didn’t look that bad?

“Fell straight from the top of the hill, they did.” Bilbo began explaining, , (Ok, maybe we did look that bad) stuffing his hands in his pockets as he swung back and forth on his heels. The other hobbit faced him with a gaping mouth at Bilbo’s casualness, before turning towards us.

“And you’re still alive?!?” he gasped incredulously. I shrugged whilst Kay gestured at herself with a ‘guess so!’ look on her face. He faced back to Bilbo, “And what in Yavanna’s name made you make the decision to bring two unknown big folk into your home???”

“That’s what I was saying!” Kay muttered to herself, though the two hobbits were too busy squabbling to notice.

“They mean no harm to any of us. No weapons or anything malevolent in their packs. From what they’ve told me, they simply got lost in the woods and never found the way out.” Bilbo stated, his tone indicating that this was his final decision. “And they’ve given no reason for me to have them leave. Nothing but impeccable manners.”

We both eyed each other confusedly at Bilbo’s sudden defensiveness, then all three of us watched as the second hobbit’s mouth bobbed open and shut, unable to form the words. Bilbo looked between him and us for a moment before letting out a frustrated sigh. Gesturing towards us with a firm hand, he glared at the unnamed hobbit expectantly. Looking rather panicked for a second, Mr No-Name brought his eyes back on us. He then straightened up, nervously digging his thumbs into his belt loops as he began to speak.

“I errrr – Good morning.” He managed out and we both smiled politely as he spoke, which seemed to relax him slightly. “I’m Erard Noakesburrow, Hobbiton’s doctor, and uh – my good friend Bilbo here, told me that you both had quite the night!. And he’s certainly not exaggerating, from what I can see.” He said whilst mostly eyeing the bruises and cuts that were scattered around on the both of us.

“You’re not wrong.” I replied jokingly. “I’m pretty sure everything’s broken.”

Erard huffed a light laugh at my half-joke, giving us both a weak smile back that emphasised the freckles dotted on his face. Luckily he seemed to be calming down from his original panic.

“Right,” He said, lightly patting his legs to rid of the rest of his nerves. He turned back to Bilbo who was looking back expectantly. “I guess I’ll go and get what I need to examine them both. Then we can go on about the healing process.” He explained. “I take it they need a place to rest?” He asked Bilbo.

“There’s no need!” Exclaimed Bilbo, causing Erard to blink at him in surprise. “They’ll be.. staying here.”

Erard eyed us both slightly, then back at Bilbo.

“Allllright then, if you insist Master Baggins! Saves me the hassle!” He said as he turned towards the door. “I’ll go get my stuff.”

Kay and I both looked at each other questionably at Bilbo’s insistence. He was a hobbit, and I’ve read many times that hobbits do love having guests, but surely he wouldn’t be this eager to let two strangers he just met (officially) this morning?

We watched as Bilbo waved Erard out the door, nodding at whatever the doctor was saying as he walked away, before pushing it shut and heading back over to us. Bilbo went to say something, but I quickly interrupted as to not forget what I wanted to say.

“Are you sure you want us here?” I questioned. Bilbo blinked at me in confusion. “I mean, you don’t actually know us and you seem very sure about letting us stay.”

“Well I – I’m not too sure, actually.” He said uncertainly. “It’s true that I don’t know you both, in fact the only thing I know are your names.” He uttered half a word, before quickly changing course,” But you should know! Us hobbits truly love having guests – and to send you away, seeing the state you both are in, it would be very cruel to do so!” He finished with a nervous laugh.

My eyes drifted to the ground as my thoughts darted around to try and guess what Bilbo would have said, but the answers were too far out of reach right now, so I simply nodded at him. He gave a strained smile before disappearing off into the kitchen, muttering something about another kettle of tea. Kay and I instantly had a silent conversation, the both of us mouthing questions and gesturing our confusion at each other. It was somewhat unusual for Bilbo to let us stay and despite our uncertainty, it wasn’t like we were complaining.

Finally, Erard had returned with his bag. Placing it on the floor near us, he knelt down to take out what he needed and placed it on the table next to the fresh tea Bilbo had brought in. I leant forward to take a look at what he had. Most of it looked like traditional doctors equipment. I identified a stethoscope, but I’m not a doctor, so everything else I couldn’t put a name to.

“Okay, why don’t we start with what you know.” He said.

Just like we had done with Bilbo over the dining table, we listed off everything we knew. With each injury, we watched as Erard’s face became more and more concerned, and by the time we had finished, he was quite pale.

“I.. – I’ve got to say,” he huffed, his cheeks puffing out as he took a deep inhale. “It’s a miracle that you’re both here.”

Everyone had grim looks on their faces as he said this, reality setting in as Kay and I both realised how lucky we were to survive (and land in Middle Earth of course).

As respectfully as he could, Erard gently examined my ribcage, lightly pressing his small fingers down to identify which areas were broken. As for Kay, no torch lights were available in this dimension, so he used his finger for her eyes to follow to check on her head injury, confirming that she indeed had a concussion, but to add to our growing list of luck, it was only minor. Like he did with me, he used his fingers to see where Kay had injured her back as well. Standing back up, he brushed off his trousers and retrieved a book from his bag. He asked to borrow a quill and ink, which Bilbo quickly rushed off to get. He spoke as we waited.

“From what I have examined from the both of you, it’s not looking good.” He said a bit solemnly and we looked up at him with worried faces. “Though, it’s not the most terrible, either.” At this point Bilbo had walked back in and wordlessly handed him the quill and small bottle of ink. Erard thanked him with a nod and began writing in his book as he spoke again. “Everything I’ve observed will heal on its own, though it will take a while. Bed rest with short spurts of gentle exercise will ensure that you stay healthy. You – ” he pointed the quill at me, “ – will need a sling for that wrist of yours, but your ribs and ankle should heal as long as you’re gentle with those areas. And you – ” the quill darted in Kay’s direction, “don’t lift anything heavy for a while, otherwise you’ll worsen the strain on your spine.”

The two of us nodded obediently at his words and he snapped his book shut, satisfied. After repacking his bag, he beckoned Bilbo over to the front door for a private conversation. We carried on drinking our teas as we tried to tune in to the unintelligible murmuring going on down the hallway. Eventually the front door opened and we both leant over our chairs again to call out our thanks and wave goodbye. Erard raised his hand in response as he slipped on his coat, sending a warm smile in our direction before he turned. Giving Bilbo a nod – most likely to do with what they conversed about privately – he picked up his bag and stepped out, leaving Bilbo to push the door shut behind him.

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(But there was one night when Terry was, for lack of a better word, simply mean. It was after a very bitter fight with Michael LaRusso.)

Oof. Bless Daniel’s tender heart, but Terry is giving me marital r*pe vibes here : / Yikes. Did Terry just come back home and snatch him away without warning?

Was Daniel frightened of him this night, did he cry, after in the shower? Was it…consensual, or dubious? Did Daniel want it, or did he resist?

I bet Terry and Michael despise each other! Was Daniel there when they fought, or did he only learn about this after?

When Terry apologized to Daniel the next day, what did the pups think was going on? Did Daniel forgive him immediately or…

Before I say anything else, this is not typical of them, this is one of the biggest crises they faced in their early years of marriage. But sometimes the toxic cocktail of power and danger the whole marriage was supposed to neutralise will rear its head.

And I think, part of Daniel likes things rough. Certainly not often, but the fact that Terry could crush him like a grape holds a certain appeal, as does the fact that he can fuck the madness out of him. So being 'taken' by a feral Alpha until he comes back to earth? Hot.

But this was Terry, angry at his brother Michael, apparently, taking it out on him and maybe the sex act wasn't even any different than anything they'd done dozens of times by now. It was the intent. And when Terry pulled him close this time it wasn't to hold him, but to trap him. But it does calm him, and Daniel by this point is not thinking of himself but of his puppies.

He cannot have this energy around his puppies.

So he nestles in close, whispers nonsense Terry may want to hear, because he needs to get back to them.

He needs to get back to them.

So he gets up, showers, lies down next to his babies and goes to sleep. Robby in his arms, Sammy, Eli and Yasmin draped bodily over him, like little human shields. Baby Gianni in a cot right next to Mama's head.

Terry knows what that means. He's done the same for his Mammy. After Katie, after Daddy's death.

He's crushed. The puppies may not understand what's going on, they can intuit it all too well. So he needs to show he's not a threat. Right here, in their sphere, he needs to get to his knees (that is huge for an Alpha, he can barely get himself to do it in church or even in private), needs to humble himself before their very eyes. He can barely sleep at the thought.

But he does it, and the pups are happy to see him, they love their Daddy, they need things to be well -

But Daniel is distant. He turns away, gets up, hugs his puppies good morning, shushes Sammy, goes for Gianni's baby things. His travel cot.

"Danny, no."

"I need to see my brother."

"Danny please."

'I'll ask Ma to come help you. Sammy, show Daddy where the sandwiches are? And you can heat up the extra pancakes. Fruit's in the fridge."

"Daniel."

"There's juice and milk, Yasmin likes her bubble water. Ragazzi, kitchen, now."

Terry grabs him. "Danny boy..."

Daniel's eyes are stone cold.

"My name is Daniele."

Terry never really finds out what exactly happened while Daniel was at the LaRussos. Lucille arrived by cab and let it take Daniel back to his father's. She pointedly informed Terry that they could take the pups anytime, for as long as necessary, 'just in case.' Louie blabbed years later that apparently, the Don had given Michael the dressing down of a lifetime. Don LaRusso pointedly informed Terry that night that Daniele had a slight fever and didn't want to risk infecting the puppies, he would understand. Any new business he and Michael were at odds about was off, period. You can't expand on shaky ground. On that note. He had booked passage to Sicily. Yes, near Corleone, where they'd had their honeymoon. It was unclear whether Daniele would be up for it, they'd have to see in a few days, but he'd expect a cheque regardless. Be ready to leave. Yes, it has to be this ship. Why, the captain of this ship was a family friend. Ah, yes. And Daniele needs his own car. Yes, in New York too. He likes Ferraris. And the Don will keep an extra set of keys in his house, just in case. And an extra set of keys to his own car, should something happen to this one. His son needs his own transportation. And he has access to his dowry money, of course. Of course, good man. They'll take the puppies for the time being. No it's no trouble. Why don't you come to lunch in three days to iron out the details. Louie will pick you up. No, it's no trouble, Terry, you heard me the first time. Bene. He doesn't know if his son will be there. Let's wait and see. Buona serata to you.

They end up having a great trip, actually, if Daniel misses his puppies. Terry takes him to Ireland next. They visit Amanda, and spend the last three days in Syracuse, from where they sail. The guest house has a great view, which is good, because they barely set a foot outside of it during Daniel's heat.

He returns home pregnant with Anthony.

The Don nods to himself at the news, then kisses his wife.

#mob au #knight and pawns #silverusso #omegaverse #dubcon tw

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A/n: it’s always a pleasure to write Wesker. Here is day 17: angry/hate sex.

Warning(s): Wesker being Wesker, angry/hate sex, gender neutral reader.

No Minors Allowed!!

It's been 11 years since the destruction of Raccoon City; 11 years since that traitor Wesker was killed.

You only wish you could have seen it - at the time you were with Rebecca and only after you heard about it. Nevertheless, he had deserved it. He had manipulated you; had made you think that he loved you, but he only loved the control he had over you. It took you years to recover.

And here you are, living without his memory. It's better this--

A noise in the kitchen wakes you. The faceless man in your dreams fades as you open your eyes. Rising with a grunt, you wander from your bedroom and into the living room; the kitchen is empty and quiet. Strange. You heard something, didn't you?

An object on the counter catches your attention. You don't remember leaving out a glass. And there's something stuffed in it. You wander over to it, picking it up. It's a piece of torn cloth, a patch.

Your eyes widen as you recognize the patch; it's the S.T.A.R.S. emblem. But who put this here?

"I see you haven't completely forgotten," a voice states.

You whip around and notice a person standing in your living room. Immediately you recognize him and your eyes widen in fear and disbelief.

"Wesker!? You can't be here... You're dead."

The man in question grins.

"I'm very much alive."

There's no way. Chris would have told you. What the fuck do you do?

An idea comes to mind and you pick up the glass, tossing it at him. You don't wait to see where it hits. Instead, you run for the bedroom door where your gun is hidden, but something darts past you and knocks you onto your back. You hit hard but what confuses you more is that Wesker is hovering over you. Did he--

"What are you?"

"A god," he answers merely.

Your eyes widen in fear. Something is different about him. He's more of a monster than ever.

Leaning down, he runs a gloved hand over your face, tracing your lips with a finger.

"What do you want?" You ask.

Wesker hums.

"We're due a reunion."

Turning you onto your stomach, he locks your hands behind your back and slides between your legs. With his other hand, he yanks down your bottoms, exposing your ass. Your eyes widen. Is he going to fuck you?

"W-wait!" You order.

Wesker hushes you.

"Be still."

The rattle of his belt reaches your ears and your suspicion is right. He plans to fuck you.

"That won't work," you mention with a snort. "Whatever we had is dead and you mean nothing to me, not even worth the--"

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A familiar harmonic melody carries through the castle, accompanied by a woman's voice. Lady Dimitrescu recognizes it and walks from her bedchamber to the Main Hall where her daughters and you are, having toted her record player up from the Tasting Room. Her daughters dance in circles - as you watch from a chair near the fireplace - in a way that reminds her of when she was human and for a moment, she admires their attempts to pirouette and split leap until she remembers that it is her who they are listening to.

Lady Dimitrescu: Where did you get that record?

Each of them stops abruptly as if they've done something wrong and you avert your eyes.

Cassandra: It was your pet.

Of course, she'd throw you under the bus. You narrow your eyes in shame and glance up at her from atop the stairs.

You: Forgive me, My Lady. But I love your singing so much that I wanted to share it with your daughters.

Bela: You have a beautiful voice, mother. Can't we listen some more to it?

Daniela: Your pet even taught us to dance.

She should say no; she should demand they return the record and punish her pet for subjecting her daughters to the woman that she once was, but Lady Dimitrescu can't bring herself to say no. Her heart is enslaved.

Lady Dimitrescu: You may continue.

Her daughters begin dancing again, laughing amongst themselves and Lady Dimitrescu walks down the stairs coming to stand behind the chair that you are seated at. Your heart pounds erratically.

You: I'm sorry. It was not my place to--

Lady Dimitrescu: Hush now, darling. You've done no wrong.

Her hands slide down the back of the chair and into your hair, combing it out with her fingers. You sigh in relief, allowing her to play with the strands as you watch her daughters dance. No one is as lucky as you.

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Blackout || Day Thirteen || Karl Heisenberg

A/n: day thirteen is here; edging. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): sex induced blackout, edging, begging, gender neutral reader, broken deals, porn without plot.

No Minors Allowed!!

His warm breath on your neck sends shivers across your worn-out body. You can no longer take the pressure.

"P-please," you beg, raw and broken.

Saliva leaks from your mouth as it hangs open, fucked out of your mind.

"My Lord...Please."

Heisenberg snorts and slows his hips once again. Your walls clutch around him in eager anticipation, but again, he does not let you cum. How many times had it been? Three... Four. You have no idea. But it's getting hard to manage; you fear you may pass out.

"Have you had enough, pet? Are you going to leave me to my work if I let you cum?" He asks in your ear.

The scent of smoke and liquor permeates your nose.

"Y-yes," you utter as you press your ass against him.

His cock bottoms out into you and you moan. But it's not enough.

"I swear... I swear."

Tears leak down your face and you almost think that he will continue to ignore your pleas, but to your relief, Heisenberg buries his nails into the skin at your hips and thrusts into you, harder and deeper than before. You can barely manage. Your body is trapped beneath him, pressed into the mattress so hard you fear you might be squished.

Then it happens.

Your body shudders as an intense orgasm tears through you, turning your vision black. When you come to, you almost don't know where you are; your hole is aching full of cum and Heisenberg is hovering over your back.

"You gonna be OK?" He asks.

"I... I think I may have passed out," you utter.

He snorts and smacks your ass.

"No shit. You went limp like a dead fish. I thought I had fucking killed you."

It wouldn't have been the worst way to go. You stretch your arms out and yawn.

"A deal is a deal. You fuck me senseless and I let you work in peace," you mention.

Heisenberg hums. He knows something is suspicious, but without arguing he gets off the bed and returns to his work in the corner of the room.

And he has every right to be suspicious because the moment you recover, you intend to nag the hell out of him again.

209 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

Something Wicked This Way Comes || Vampire! Albert Wesker

A/n: I want to thank @lottathoughts for inspiring me to write this. She writes some the best vampire content, so give her a read.

Warning(s): blood and gore, taunting, sex (consented), death, choking, Wesker being Wesker, blood-drinking, female reader, Excella getting pepper sprayed (basically).

No minors allowed!

An ominous air consumes you, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. The sensation brings doom as the sun sets in the west, appearing to have been devoured by the vast ocean on the horizon beyond your bedroom window.

Something is coming; you only pray it isn't death.

Though, as a vampire hunter, praying for life is redundant. You chase death. It's a part of your lineage.

Leaving the room, you join your family in the living area. The television is on the news, cut down so that the volume doesn't bother anyone. As you sit beside your mother on the couch, your father turns his eyes to you a moment from his perch near the window then continues to sharpen a stake he carved from driftwood he had gathered from the beach.

"Are you OK kiddo?" He asks in concern.

You aren't sure.

"I have a bad feeling about being here," you answer.

Your brother snorts.

"I checked the perimeter already and the sensors are working. You're just letting your thoughts consume you."

"Don't worry so much dear," your mother mentions as she rests a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. "Ricardo set this base up for us."

You turn up your eyes at the mention of his name.

Ricardo Irving isn't the most reliable person to do business with but your parents like him. He is a merchant of sorts that for years has moved your family around the country. Vampires reside in all corners of the world and Irving makes a profit from each successful hunt.

He's greedy but he does his job well.

With an uneasy breath, you lean back against the couch.

"The air just feels dark and suffocating here," you mention. "There was plenty of work in the city. I don't understand why we are on an island that barely has 100 people on it."

"You know why. Ricardo gave us intel that Albert Wesker was in the area," your father explains.

Perhaps it is because of him you are uneasy. Albert Wesker is a power-hungry monster; a test subject created by Oswell E. Spencer with the same cells that ran through the Father of Vampires, Dracula; the legend your ancestor Abraham Van Helsing was rumored to have slain.

It's true that Spencer absorbed the cells and became a vampire but his body could not handle the rapid changes, so he engineered a being who could; a being who later took his life.

Wesker then sought to create a super-powered world of vampires. His reach had spread across the world and though hunting him should have been easy, it wasn't. His strength and savagery are beyond compare.

However, if your father believes there is a good chance to kill him, then there must be. You trust him, but the ominous air remains.

"Perhaps I'm just exhausted," you mention.

"I can go back out and check the perimeter if you like," your brother declares.

You will feel much better, you reckon.

"Please."

Your brother snorts and retrieves his crossbow.

"Honestly," he states with a laugh, glancing at you over his shoulder as he swings the door open. "Where would you be––"

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My #1 post of 2022

Lady Dimitrescu (staring at the faded stretch marks on her hips due to the experimentation making her grow): These are grotesque.

Bela: No they aren't. You look gorgeous.

Daniela: Yes, like a momma tiger.

Cassandra: A fierce and gorgeous momma tiger.

Lady Dimitrescu (tearing up): Do you think so?

Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela (in unison): Absolutely mother!

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lifewiththelulus · 8 months

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When she can finally take Kindlin home she absolutely has a hard time getting Kindlin to just sit in one place and relax She keeps catching her trying to help in the bakery and has to put Dwayne on notice that Kindlin isn't allowed anywhere near the kitchen XD

Birch: "ahem"

Kindlin: organizing a shelf of bread "Oh! I was just uhhhh looking for something to eat!"

Birch: "I'll bring you something. Now back to bed, march!"

Kindlin: "ughgghg but I'm sooo bored!"

I can also see Sprout and Maggie trying to keep her in her room by playing video games with her, but she just keeps getting more frustrated because the little girls keep beating her.

She's like "imma go to the bathroom" Just to go downstairs and get caught by Birch at the bottom of the steps. She just has her arms folded and taps her foot.

Kindlin: "I know I know, I'm going" Immediately goes back up. Sequoia hears about what happened and brings her some books to read. She finally starts to get some rest after she gets really into a book about cats lol

Kinblin trying to sneak outside but got caught by Birch: You can't keep me here!

Birch: Maybe not me, but he can.

Dwayne: Picks up Kin and drags her to her room without breaking a sweat.

Kindlin just pouts because she literally can't do anything to stop him XD Oof the only time they can get her to stay in one place is when Cirrus comes to visit XD

Cirrus let's her know that she's holding off all club activities until she's back.

Normally something like that would make kin feel guilty for holding everyone else up, but in this case it.. it just made her feel special. Like she was important to someone for whatever reason She definitely also enjoys the fact she gets Cirrus all to herself when she comes to visit She's gonna let herself be selfish this once lol

Kin and Cirrus hanging out in her room when Birch brings them some snacks and checks on Kindlin's stitches After she leaves Kindlin gets a little quiet before she hides her face so Cirrus doesn't see her crying quietly

She's overwhelmed with emotions knowing how many people in her life care about her now The fox, the books, the food, the games, getting to just recover, Cirrus being there. She's finally come to terms with the fact she's found her real home

#falls on her face 🛹#baked woods 🌳#the world is a stage! 🌟#little mud cake 🌱#Snoop and Stare 🌆#Baker Biker 🪨#Buttercup 🌲

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magicalencanto · 2 years

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⊹₊ ⋆ ❝ Camilo being in love with an empath! Reader ❞

✎ ⁞ Camilo Madrigal x Female! Empath! Reader

✎ ⁞ requested by @sleemao

✎ ⁞ date: 28.12.2021

You were Encanto's empath, because you could feel other emotions and slightly change what they're feeling.

People often came to you, asking for help to deal with their emotions. Since most people don't know how to interpret what they're feeling, you're hear to help them.

Most of the time, you use your powers to calm others down. But there's a catch. When you're calming someone down, you take some of their emotions with you. For example, they're feeling angry or sad, you send them calming energy and instead take some of their anger/sadness from them. It's something like an exchange.

That's why by the end of the day, you're probably more often than not exhausted, brimming full with negative energy you had to get rid of.

You're either napping if off or find more artistic ways to express those nasty feelings your so full of. Either way, it works for you.

Our Camilo, formed a crush on you. Pretty big one. But before that, you were good friends. You talked here and there but nothing special. Camilo was always fascinated with your powers, because first: you're not a Madrigal, second: they're cool.

But out boy here, started to feel something different as the days passed. He started to see you in a different light and out of nowhere, he wanted to be something more than friends. And I don't mean best friends. (Camilo would be really happy to skip the dating stage tho-)

And here's the catch. He can't go near you, because you would be able to see what he was feeling around you. Camilo remembered, how once you had told that when you were near person who was in love, your vision become pink tinted and like you were in a dream, world around sightly blurred.

With that in mind, how could he be around you, without giving himself away? Boy stood no chance. So what a responsible teenager boy do in this situation? Go to his room and cry-

Yeah...it's sad, but this body was bloody in love with you! And he won't give up on his love! Oh no!

So while he wad planning, how to show you that he was interested in you, you lived your peaceful life...

...knowing really well that Camilo was crushing on you. Badly.

Whenever you catched a glance of him, your vision immediately goes fully pink and you can actually see a little heart floating from the corner of your eyes.

At first, you were surprised that Camilo had a deeper feelings for you. But the truth was, you too had a soft spot for him. He was sweet and funny, so your teenager self couldn't help it and also catch feelings for him.

And after tossing and turning around in your bed for hours, you decided to get the matters in your own hands.

You got ready, rushed to your kitchen where you prepared your mother's special cookies (which Camilo LOVED), then put them into a nice basket with a bow and finally, rushed to the Casita.

Finding Camilo sighing dreamily and sitting in his garden, once again, your vision goes fully pink and you had to blink a few times to get use to it. This boy had a crush on you. A serious one too.

Taking a deep breath, you resume your mission. Rushing towards him, you stood before him, clearing your throat to get his attention.

Camilo immediately looked up at the person standing before him, before letting out a surprise gasp.

❝ I know you have a crush on me so go out with me! ❞ He heard you confessing, and saw a nicely decorated basket being extended towards him.

Camilo's jaw went slack. Not only the girl he was crushing on, just asked him out, but also, she knew that he had a crush on her. Was he dreaming...? If so, then he's going to get the best out of it!

❝ Hell yeah! ❞ Camilo jumped in the air from happiness, before hugging you tightly, if course, minding the basket. His grin was so big, it was machining his mother's. (Because I believe he have his mother's smile...)

You laughed and hugged him back, feeling a the love he has for you. It was such a nice feeling. So warm and light, like a feather is caressing your skin and the sun is warming your whole being.

Sometimes, being an empath is truly a gift.

⊹₊ ⋆ ❝ Bonus ❞

❝ I could marry you right here and now for your cookies. ❞ Later Camilo said with his mouth full, while shoving another cookie in his mouth.

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willowfolksong · 2 years

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Braking up and making up with them

- Atsumu Miya x Reader/Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

- SFW

Atsumu Miya

💝 It only takes you going to one of the MSBY Jackal games, for everything to start all over again.

💝 He spots you, sitting on the benches, your eyes on him— and sudenly, all his demeanor changes.

💝You've broken up when both of you were almost out of college. Not because you ran out of love, or chemistry, or didn't want to be together, but around that time neither of you had a stable life yet— with Atsumu still deciding how to continue his volleyball career, and you not knowing what to do after graduation. So one day, it happened. It was time to continue down different roads, alone.

💝 He doesn't approaches you after that game, but you do get a text the morning after. A casual "good to see you" that its followed by some light conversation, and ends up with Atsumu telling you how nice you looked, only to delete the text a couple of seconds later. It's so adorable that you could cry.

💝You go to the next game too, and this time Osamu catches you near the exit to talk for a bit, while continuously turning to look behind him. As if on cue, Atsumu comes running towards the two of you some minutes later, flushed and still sweaty. "What a coincidence!" he says, smiling brightly. You think it's cute they're still so bad at this.

💝The catching up ends up with going to have some coffee, only for Osamu to mysteriously disappear as soon as you chose a table.

💝 Atsumu's questions for you are simple at first, the usual 'How've you been' and 'What's new' to break the ice. Two cups later he's leaning towards you, his hands dangerously close to yours and his eyes following your every movement. He wants to know what you've done during the time you two haven't seen each other, if you're still living in the same place, what are you working on, if your mom still makes the same food for Christmas, if your cat Lancelot still likes to chase his tail and, of course, if you're single.

💝 The last question comes when you're at your door already, a hand on the knob and your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I am, yeah" you whisper to him "Too much work and all that"

It's a lie. The reason is that you can't seem to find someone that makes you feel like him.

He hums, scratching the back of his neck, and taking a step towards you, only to move back immediately after "Yeah, yeah. Same for me"

"Good"

"Great"

"So... see you around?"

You nod, and watch him slowly descend down the stairs before closing your door.

💝 Around ends up being four minutes later, when you open the door to him again, and this time he doesn't hesitates in taking your face in his hands and kissing you.

💝You don't say much else, as you stumble to the room and end up on the kitchen counter, because sudenly the bedroom is too far away. You make love quick, in a hurry, as if you simultaneously can't get enough but also don't feel like you have too much time.

💝 He takes you in his arms to have a second round later, this time managing to reach the bed. And when you feel like you're floating and are still coming down from the high, you look at the clock and notice is well past midnight.

💝 Atsumu does the exact same thing he used to do when you two were together, and it does something to your heart how he turns off the light without even having to look and turns around to spoon you, because he knows you love it.

💝 In the morning, you wake up only to find him staring at you, his arms still around your body.

"Let me talk, alright?" he says, weting his lips "And then ya can just kick me out if ya want to"

"It's okay"

" Look, I never stopped lovin' ya. That's it. I said it. I'm single because how the hell am I goin' to land someone like ya again? I don't want anyone else. I can settle for being alone and focusin' on volleyball if I can't have ya" he takes a long breath, and you encourage him by squeezing his hand "And I was gonna do just that because I didn't knew what ya were up to or if ya had someone else, but then ya sudenly come to one of my games and what am I supposed to do? The woman I haven't stopped thinkin' 'bout is there again. I had to do somethin'"

"Yeah, make your brother distract me so you can go have some coffee with me"

He shrugs, snickering "He really want us to get back together. Says I'm less annoyin' with ya. Wich is totally no pression at all, and I get if ya don't want to. At least yesterday served as a reminder that the sex is still the best"

💝 You silence him with a kiss, and after breakfast, you both decide to not count the time you've spent apart.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

💝You break up after a horrible fight neither of you seems to want to address. You're tired, and too proud, and you know he's upset and probably angrier than you, since you tend to lash out and hurt the other when you're upset. And so he watches you gather your stuff and leave his appartment without looking back.

💝 You're reunited months later, on Komori's birthday. He calls you to invite you a couple of days before the party, practically begging you and asking you if you need him to get on his knees for you to go. He'll do anything. You're his friend, and he misses you, and he wants you there.

💝 He cannot promise you that Kiyoomi won't be there, but with his disdain for places with too many people, there's a high chance for you not to actually run into him. Komori's planning to invite many friends, after all.

💝 You end up saying yes, because you really like Komori, and when the day arrives you go to his apartment looking fabulous, because you know that even if Kiyoomi doesn't likes when there's too much people, there's still a small chance for him to be there.

💝 And he his, in a corner, drinking from a glass of wine and looking straight at you as you pass through the door.

"I'm sorry" Komori apologizes, even tho he doesn't looks sorry at all "He decided to come, it seems"

"It's fine. Really. We're both mature grown ups"

💝 Kiyoomi might be. You're not. And so you spend the entire party drinking wine and laughing too much at jokes that are not really funny. His eyes are always on you, and at least you know that all your act does manages to catch his attention. The only problem is, that by the end of the night, you're totally wasted.

"Be careful" he says, appearing by your side to grab you by the elbow.

You scoff, trying to break free. There's only a couple of people left around, and Komori seems to be conveniently absent "I'm okay"

"You've had too much to drink, obviously"

"I did not!" you argue. Kiyoomi arches a brow at you.

"Yes you did. I've been watching you irresponsibly drink cup after cup"

You smile, not noticing he's helping you get on the back seat of his car "So you have been looking at me!"

💝 He doesn't says anything else, and drives you in silence to his house. You doze off, and occasionally wake up to find him staring at you through the rear view mirror.

💝 When you open your eyes again, he's tucking you in his bed. Your hair is down, and you don't have your shoes on. His pillow smells like you remember. Like him.

"Can you please stay with me?" you ask him, and he stares at you without saying anything for a couple of seconds, before giving you a curt nod and disappearing into the bathroom. You're asleep already when he slides under the covers with you.

💝 Saying you wake up with a pounding headache and feeling incredibly embarrassed, it's putting it lightly. You watch Kiyoomi make some coffee for the two of you, eyes downcast, all the time thinking about anything you could say.

"Thank you for taking care of me" you finally decide on, and he nods and hands you a steaming mug. You only take a sip "I wouldn't have been able to drive like this"

"I realized that, yes"

"You didn't had to, tho" you add, and Kiyoomi sighs and brushes his head away from his eyes with his hand.

"Actually, I believe I did had to, yes"

"What?"

"I also believe Komori might have done this on purpose"

You frown, leaving the cup on the counter "What thing on purpose?"

"He wanted us to come back home together, because he wants that we fix things between us"

"Back home?" you say, laughing quietly "But this is your appartment"

When you dont hear him say anything more, your eyes snap back to him. He's watching you intently "This is still your home"

💝 You take a look around, at the pictures of you still sting on the shelf, at your coat on the same place you left it on the coat rack near the door. The mug in front of you is the one where you used to have your coffee every morning, and you remember having slept in a room where one of your favorite books still rests on the bedside table. You thought you took all your stuff, but you didn't. You left a lot behind, including Kiyoomi.

💝 You're the first one to address the fight, because how can you not when you're there, breathing in the same space that your ex, after a night where he was so considerate with you. Kiyoomi listens to you, noding in silence, and when it's his turn to talk, you're surprised at how his hands slides towards you over the counter, palm up. You place your hand on top.

"This is your home" he says again, his eyes tracing your face with a fondness you had almost forgotten by now "It never stopped being your home. Not even after you left"

"Kiyoomi..."

"I should have said anything, back then" he admits, clearing his throat "Anything to make you stay. And I do apologize. For letting pride get in the way"

"We both let pride get in the way"

"But I was the one watching you walk away. I should have stopped you by the door, make you come inside again. Where you belong. With me" he says, the last part only a soft whisper.

💝You joke about how he can still do that, and ask him if he wants you to take your purse and leave so he can try chasing you. He laughs, and asks you to take a bath and change into some stuff he made Komori bring for you while you were sleeping, since he was the one that planned the whole thing in the beginning.

💝 You tell him that you'll only shower if he joins you.

💝 He agrees.

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Part XIX - Next is Babe

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bi-bard · 2 years

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I Don’t Want to, But I Love You - Jack Kline Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: I Don’t Want to, But I Love You

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Word Count: 1,205 words

Warning(s): anxiety, fear of commitment

Summary: (Inspired by "i love you" by Billie Eilish) Jack takes a huge risk in their relationship with (Y/n). It doesn't go the way anyone had expected it to go.

Author's Note: I'm working on the next part of the OC (and some other OC's because I really need to give them some attention), so here's some angst to hold y'all over while I do that.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I never knew that three words could make me feel sick.

Jack stood in front of me with a smile on their face. They were waiting for me to respond.

I don't know why they decided to say it.

"What did you just say," I asked.

"I... I said that I love you," Jack repeated.

They stepped forward to reach for my hand. I stepped back. My hands were immediately shaking. I felt my breath picking up.

"(Y/n)?"

"N-No," I muttered.

Their face dropped, "What?"

"No," I shook my head. "I can't... You can't... no. I'm sorry, no."

I turned around and walked out before Jack could stop me.

I made it to my room and slammed the door shut. I kept my eyes on it as I climbed onto my bed. My back rested on the headboard, and I pulled my knees to my chest.

My body started shaking as I started crying. I tried to keep quiet, but I was so overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. I couldn't get any of my thoughts in order. I was just paralyzed in that spot.

I don't know how long I stayed like that before there was a knock on my door. I pushed myself closer to the wall.

"(Y/n)," I heard Sam call through the door. "Can I come in?"

I took a deep breath before speaking up, "Okay."

The door slowly opened. Sam popped his head around the door before walking in. He closed the door behind him. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"Wanna tell me what happened with Jack," he asked.

I looked down.

"Okay, fine," he nodded. "Jack told Dean and me their side."

I let out a breath and hid my face again.

"(Y/n)," he said. "What happened? I know how you feel about Jack. Why did you... Why did you do that-"

"Because Jack can't love me," I muttered, looking at him. "That just... it can't happen."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't happen," I insisted. "You and Dean take care of me, and that's great. But people don't fall for me, Sam. That doesn't happen."

"Jack has," Sam replied. "I've seen it. I've listened to them talk about you. I've listened to you talk about them. You two-"

"Stop it, Sam," I said, more tears welling up in my eyes. "Please. Please, stop it."

Sam let out a sigh and stood up.

"Please talk to Jack," he stopped by the door. "I'm not saying date them. I'm not saying to tell them you love them. But you two need to talk about this."

I just looked down again.

I heard the door close, and I closed my eyes.

I just wanted this entire day to be a dream.

--time skip--

I didn't come back out of my room again until the next morning. I was slow and awkward.

As I made it to the kitchen, I saw Sam and Dean at the table. They both fell silent. I could feel their eyes following my movements as I grabbed some food. I was hoping my anxiety would let me eat without wanting to throw up.

I turned around just as Jack walked in.

The entire room was tense. All of us froze.

I was ready to ignore them and walk back to my room, but I didn't get that far. Before I could, Jack snagged my arm.

We were suddenly in the forest near the bunker.

"What the hell," I asked. "Why did you do that?"

"We need to talk," they replied.

"We could've talked in the bunker."

"You would've kept avoiding me."

"I have every right to do that," I snapped. "I... I want to go home."

"Please hear me out," Jack said. "Please."

I looked down, crossing my arms over my chest.

"The only reason that I said anything was because Sam told me that you felt the same way. Dean agreed with him."

I was gonna kill them both.

"Why... Why did you run away," Jack asked.

I sighed.

"Please tell me," they pushed.

"You... You can't love me, Jack," I said. "You just can't."

"Why not?"

I shook my head.

"I love you-"

"Stop it!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm scared!"

It was silent for a moment.

"I... No one that says they love me sticks around," I explained. "They all leave. All of them. Either they get bored, or I become too much for them. I... I am not going to watch the same thing happen with you. You mean too much."

"That's not going to happen."

"That's a nice thought."

"It's not," they stepped forward. "All I need is a chance to prove that to you."

I looked down, wanting to run again. My thoughts were getting jumbled again. I should've just taken off, but I couldn't get my feet to move. I was stuck in that spot. I couldn't do anything.

"Please," Jack begged quietly, holding the sides of my face so I would look at them.

I closed my eyes for a moment. My brain was still going at a hundred miles per hour. Everything was just overwhelming. I was second-guessing everything. I just wanted it all to stop.

I felt Jack's hands moving from my face and I quickly moved to keep them in place.

I opened my eyes again to look at them.

I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips to theirs. It was soft and only last a matter of seconds. But it was so important. My hands moved to Jack's sides as I slowly pulled away. Our foreheads rested against each others. We were silent for a few moments.

"Say it again," I mumbled, eyes still closed. "Please."

"I love you," Jack repeated.

I still felt that nervous pit in my stomach. But instead of feeling the need to run and avoid all of this, I smiled. I opened my eyes and smiled at them.

"I love you too, Jack," I said.

They smiled widely at me.

I leaned in and kissed them again, grinning into it as I moved closer to them.

"We should go home," I muttered after pulling away again.

Jack nodded, "Okay."

They grabbed my hand, and we were transported back to the bunker.

"There you guys are," Dean said. He walked over to us but stopped when he saw us still holding hands. "Oh."

"Yeah," I looked down, finding my feet more interesting than Dean's expression.

"What- oh," Sam had the same reaction when he saw us. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," I muttered as I looked back up.

"Proud of you, kid," Dean added.

I grinned, looking at Jack. Jack grinned back at me before looking down at our hands, swinging them back and forth a little bit.

"Okay, now it's gross-"

"Dean," Sam snapped.

"What-"

"We're gonna leave," Sam grabbed his brother's arm before dragging him out of the room.

"Is... Is this when get to go on a date," Jack asked once we were alone.

I nodded, "That sounds really nice."

As their smile widened, I felt the anxiety in my stomach start to settle. It was worth it. I could feel it in my heart. Working through any hesitation I had about this was going to be completely worth it.

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devotion · 3 years

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say it right → t.h

summary: you show a little contempt towards something tom loves. maybe somehow coaxing you into liking it will change your mind. in other words, he fucks you.

prompts: college (uni), porn without plot (?), small town.

warnings: fluff? + smut 18+ minors dni!! extended warnings below the cut.

notes: this ticks my boxes for the prompts on @rosyparkers’s fic bingo! also, no hate towards anyone studying history (i love it) just !! got stumped a bit with the plot but you'll see ;)

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ex. warnings: mentions of alcohol, dom!tom, bratty behaviour, a bit of ice play, fingering, slight degradation, dirty talk, kitchen (unprotected) sex (be safe!), one orgasm denial, pussy slapping, creampie.

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"fucking finally."

tom groans, tossing his backpack to the side after greeting you in the kitchen. settling back into the sofa, he exhales loudly; 'mentally drained' would be putting it lightly and the only reason to explain his pain is because university is stabbing him in the gut lately. however, it's fortunate that it was his last day of term; almost a month of no classes to deal with. and the smell of food wafting in the air is enough for him to forget his worries for a while.

luckily, you took your time walking back from the same uni an hour or two ago, having finished class earlier. tom was at a trip at the time you told him, the slightest bit of upset now that you couldn't get ice-cream on the way back home; only a little custom you both arrange at the last day, and to start the break on a high note.

with a text saying he was almost home, you prepared him some tea─just the way he fancies it. he'd be lying if he said he didn't notice the littlest things, one of them right now being the frequent clink of your ring when you pick your cup of tea. being married and in a six-year long relationship does that. and it subtly makes him smile at the thought of how far you've come. together.

after placing the mug in front of him, you see tom extending an arm around your midriff and before you know it, you're on his lap, his mouth brushing your hairline. then, your lips─meeting them in a sweet kiss. his grip on your bare leg tightens only focussing on how soft he feels against your mouth, how addictively you invade all his senses. like every other time, that same carefree warmth permeates his senses as you're within his hold.

once you hear the timer go off, you pull away, pecking him on the nose. tom releases you, nose ticklish and feeling almost intoxicated after such a short kiss.

"did you have wine?" tom asks you, tongue swiping his lip, savouring the flavour, "can taste it."

you wink in response. "m' mate gave it. left some for you if you want." at that, you head into the kitchen.

"what you making?"

"you know that extra pizza you made a few days ago?" he inclines his head in understanding at your reply as he gets up. "got it out the freezer and popped it in the oven. and can i just tell ya, smells fucking amazing."

he chuckles. the cooking class as an extra-curricular activity works then.

tom tags along behind you, shrugging his blazer off on the way there and hooking it on the coat hanger. he rolls up his polo shirt too and disregards it, the material making him feel stuffy. he feels under-dressed anyway, with you in just a silk robe and no bra─which is normal.

switching the oven off, you spin to see tom only in his slacks and black vest─a perfect fit, for sure. though you don't see a difference if he went shirtless; it's been a while where all of his tank tops, shirts included, have just been showing every crevice and defined structure of his abs and chest.

every time he comes in the room shirtless─now because of weeks of training with his mate, harrison─you've been left in somewhat of a dizzy state. he looks far more than sexy when he arrives home from the gym, in a way you can't particularly describe. you haven't mentioned it in fear of slacking due to the exams you had these past two weeks, knowing full well what would happen if you did. though, you admit it would've helped if you pointed it out, instead of him coming in front of you every now and again like... this. it's like he just wants you to say it.

as if his ego isn't inflated enough.

you roll your eyes at the thought. unbeknownst to you, he catches it, smirking.

it's working, he thinks.

but immediately the buzz of his phone effaces the thought of prompting you further. he'd have to leave flexing his biceps later in the evening.

tom gets distracted by the photos he's taken earlier on in the day, rather than harrison's text. you're taking the pizza out of the oven when tom asks you, making you whip your head around, "wanna see where i went to today?"

tom raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for an answer.

you hum, knowing briefly what he's talking about. he had mentioned it a week ago saying he was to go to a place nearby─somewhere in cirencester─as a treat from the history department and studying your market town.

"c'mere, look," his eyes light up, phone in front of your face as he explains, "this building, right, is the 'cirencester lock-up' where the criminals were kept back in the day."

you sit atop the table as he moves to come stand in front of you, examining the pictures-- for almost a minute. then, compelled to do anything but frown, with both your hands, you tilt his head with your forefinger so he could look at you. mindful of his love for the subject, you question him, "this... is the place you went to on your trip, is it?"

"yeah," his ruffled eyebrow furrows, "why? is it not what you expected?"

"well... thought it would be more... grand is all. looks a bit, dunno... shabby─"

you hear him gasp before you have the chance to continue. "─this is history!" he exclaims, before shaking his head at you; he couldn't believe his ears. "big or small... it means so much to this area. sure, it looks old, but they're literal gems of time's past."

the distress on his face is evident - that you can see. it's beyond him why you feel like this. but then again─the drama gcse he took in secondary school offered him the ability to stress a light situation far too much. up till the point, it looks a bit silly when he's being dramatic. to you, this was one of those times.

meanwhile, when you stare tom down, eyebrow raised, the brief aspect swims in the forefront of his mind─that being, you have a tendency to become a puddle whenever he hopes to cajole you into anything, regardless of what he wants. right now, either due to his boredom or you underrating history, it doesn't matter. tonight he decides that it's just going to be about you and him. with a little fun twist.

"i'll just pretend you didn't say anything for my sanity..." he trails off, a slight teasing tone present in his voice, "for now."

"thank god," you mutter. the light of the sun outside reflects on tom's rolex, the same one you gifted him on your anniversary, almost blinding you as its redirecting near your eyes; it's dusk, and the blinds aren't closed yet─also revealing a really beautiful sunset outside which you haven't had time to admire yet because of him. "can you also not blind me? much appreciated."

advancing towards you, he laughs dryly, head coming in level with your own. his happy demeanour from the moment he came home has changed: he's biting his lip, gaze boring into your own with his jaw tight shut.

but then, what really gets to you, the most poignant sound that makes your heart drop is that... he tuts.

you swallow; knowing tom, you feel like it's not really the end. with that in mind, you're not prepared for what's to come. yet immediately, your thighs squeeze together because of the electrical-like current that passes through your body─all the way to where you want him.

in short, you know you're his. heart, pussy and soul - his. and he certainly acknowledges that. your legs slightly go apart at the thought, ready to give any indication for him to bury his head where it rightfully belongs. it's hard not to - especially with the warmth that's radiating from him, his breath hot as he's a few centimetres away, as if luring you already.

the sudden change in atmosphere brings a chill to your spine. the control within his hands is powerful. and you're his victim.

tom gets the message. yet, he doesn't give in all at once. he wants to enjoy you, savour you, adore you. to simply rush would ruin doing all of those things.

"let's focus on how good you've been for me these past few weeks, yeah?" he starts, retreating back to the freezer. he dives in and then, shuts it, an ice cube at hand.

the confusion on your face doesn't go unnoticed; firstly, only one? second, he doesn't use ice except with gin. and there's none of that in the house. unless...

placing the ice cube on the table next to you to stop it from melting, he continues, "maybe after, i can fuck that attitude out of you."

it takes seconds for you to remark, "just because of history? seriously?" you resist the urge to roll your eyes, turning your head to the side, "for the love of fuck."

he shrugs his shoulders, "yep, that's me. i love to fuck," his arms come on either side of you, "any excuse to fuck you."

"so you're basically admitting that you're being a dramatic bi-"

at once, your bottom lip is captured with tom's, swallowing your words altogether when you deepen the kiss yourself. pulling away a little, his voice is raspy when he speaks, "my girl is always so ready for anything."

he knows you're wet, you suppose. it only burns the fire within you moreso at your implication. just as the belt of your robe is untied, your breasts are being caressed by tom's large and callous hands.

tom moves to kiss the underside of your neck, "my woman," a nip at your sweet spot, "my wife," another kiss at your clavicle, "my everything." the primal desire in his kisses grows with each kiss and the affection in his words is sufficient for you to bring him closer, crying out to him for more.

you plead, "tommy-"

"always ready for my cock," he starts again, making your breath hitch in an instant. you bite back a moan at his brazen choice of wording.

"what was that?" he presses, "you can't take it can you? my pretty girl can't take it."

"'course i fuckin' can't."

tom brings the ice cube from earlier over your clothed pussy, grateful for the cold weather. the extreme difference in temperature makes you hiss in delight, body quivering. already, water drips from tom's hands, and it's hard to tell whether it's your arousal or the melting ice.

after moving your navy blue panties to the side, he swirls it around your bundle of nerves again, hips jerking upwards. not only do you notice the cheeky glint in your husband's eyes, but the absence of the ice cube too as his own thumb replaces it.

"already melted?" tom chuckles, "this─" his middle and forefinger slaps your clit with a slight force that makes you yelp, "─warm for me, yeah?"

he doesn't give you a chance to respond, a finger entering your wetness in a heartbeat. whilst his thumb circles your clit, he adds another digit, starting to move in and out in a slow manner─watching you unravel before him.

"you feel so good for me, princess," he coos, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

darkness soon prevails the room, though not fully, as the street lamp outside only grants tom the pleasant view of your yearning state. a few minutes go by with your chest heaving─letting out aching breaths of air that sears the walls of your lungs. the only thing that treat tom's ears is the squelching sound your cunt produces. his cock twitches at the noise, feeling it pulsing the more the seconds tick by. he feels restrained in his boxers; it's a shame you're not witnessing how hard he is as your eyes are shut tight.

but it's not too long when he feels you convulse around him, because he starts going on a pace that would be considered merciless at this point. whines turn into loud moans, the pressure building up.

owing to this, your legs are shaking, unable to lay off the climax that's approaching. instantly, when at the same moment you become so close, the coil inside you on the borderline of snapping, your attention is averted towards tom's ridiculous belief. again.

"history is what makes us today, don't you believe that?" he pants.

you knit your eyebrows together, trying to focus on cumming first. yet, you snap your eyes open, to see him licking his lips, "t-tom, please─" you falter, chest heaving.

"no," tom responds bluntly, ceasing his movements then and there. his fingers─wedged deep inside your pussy─tense as you somehow suck them in further at his disapproval. you were so near to what you wanted. he goes on, "say it─"

"─gosh, you're insufferable, tom."

he responds by pressing his thumb harshly on your throbbing clit, making you whimper.

"i said say it," tom repeats, "say it right so you get what you think you deserve."

"say what, tom, huh?" you snap through gritted teeth, "history is great?"

"yes, for crying out loud."

"do i get bonus points if i act like i care?" you prompt, seeking to provoke him further; if irritating him will get him to fuck you, then so be it.

he flares his nose, reluctantly pulling his fingers out your dripping cunt. you gulp as you see him remove his trousers as well as his boxers, his cock springing out bold and unbound. you're enticed at his length, no matter how many times you've seen it─stiff and thick and his tip leaking pre-cum. tom catches you licking your lips and you're now more aware than ever of the hunger that lingers in his gaze.

as he strokes his cock, tom's eyes darken as he scans your figure. your body yearns for more, and it shows; the way your body arches up, the way your hands clutch the edge of the counter so tightly─you look so beautiful under his torture.

"just have to prove it to me, darling," he draws closer, "scream my name," he growls, his tip prodding your entrance to which you shakily gasp at the familiar sensation, "when i stretch your walls, i fucking want people to know that i make you feel good,"

"you gonna do that for me, princess?"

his free hand grips your hip, sliding behind to your ass to bring you closer towards the edge of the surface. after squeezing your bum, he slaps it─evoking a sharp jolt of your hips to move forward. the abrupt action causes the aching tip of his cock to slip inside your warm hole whereupon you both groan at the contact.

"reckon i could make you cum in five minutes?"

you shake your head, smirking, "two."

he grins, shutting his eyes and sinking in ever so slowly. he breathes out, "fuckin' ell."

your head falls back, moaning in agreement. fucking hell, indeed; he feels so snug, your pussy accustomed to his size easily as he reaches further. like it was made for him.

whilst your fingers claw into his shoulders, tom moves down to kiss you, mouth hot and wet as it explores every inch of your own and tongues moulding each other repeatedly. you take the chance to clamp around his hips, placing your foot below his ass─allowing him to drive into you deeper.

tom recedes, grunting, "oh."

forget seeing stars─you feel like you can picture planets as he rocks into you. it goes to show how long you've gone without fucking. long enough for your orgasm to be building so soon. two minutes it is. or maybe tom understands your body too well, bottoming out as soon as he sees your jaw going slack. the angle that he's pounding in at is beyond perfect.

soon enough, the shockwaves that edges nearer in your stomach compels you to shove your hips, meeting his strong thrusts without thought. tom's name rolls off your tongue over and over again, the volume of your voice amplifying the more he hits that spot deep inside you─up till the point you're screaming. just like he asked you to before. and there you are, cumming, clenching around his dick as you fail to remember your surroundings. and unfortunately, your neighbours, too.

it's rather quick when you hear tom crying out your name into your neck after you. his thrusts become sloppy, given that he's draining as much of his cum inside you─spending of what he has in him. eventually, he comes to a stop, as well as the harsh bite of his teeth below your jaw. you feel turned on again but not adequate enough for your body to want to come again; you're absolutely spent.

"were you teasing me the whole time?" he mumbles into your chest a minute or two later, still inside you, creating circles with the pads of his fingers on your waist.

the answer you give him lies in the glimmer of your eyes when he looks up at you. "of course i love history, babe," you tease, "glad i pissed you off, though."

"this is why we can't have nice things," he whines, "you're always fucking my feelings over."

"awh no," you murmur, "you know i love you and your inner-nerd of history."

a blush appears on his cheeks. "forget it, now the pizza's cold," he pouts, head resting onto your shoulder.

"your fucking fault, babe," you remark, palms smoothing over the sides of his head, "now eat it."

he has different plans. "wouldn't mind eating you out actually. much better," he murmurs, hands coming to sit on the inside of your thighs. he stretches them again, cock slipping out of your cunt. the whimper you let out is because you feel empty.

you crave to feel stuffed again.

"you really know how to change the mood very quickly. innit, tom?" you ask.

he ignores you; once he's in line with your core, his eyes lock with yours, your breath hitching at the prospect of him giving you head. even after fucking you senseless, you feel like you won't be able to take it.

tom's tongue is already prepared to dive into your hole─some of his cum he's dumped inside moments before decorates your thighs and dribbles onto the floor, though more of his seed seems to still be confined inside you.

it looks heavenly. all his.

"may i?"

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orangeskiesandshinyeyes · 3 years

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Caught during sex

Bangchan

Oh God, babe. He grunts out near your ear as he thrusts into you.

Gasps and quiet moans fills the room as he pushes you closer to your release.

Mmm baby I'm so close., you gasp out which only causes him to go deeper than before.

It's not the first time he's fucked you in the dorm but it would certainly be the first time he forgot to lock the door.

The younger boys gave you guys some privacy as usual and decided to crash in the hall and other rooms but you can't expect people to have any consciousness in the middle of the night.

In the room, Chan brings both of you closer and closer to your orgasms. His gasps become more frequent and your moans increase in their pitch.

Clawing his back, your eyes roll back as you finally find that sweet release. Grunting into your neck he follows right behind.

Catching your breaths, he brings his face up to kiss your cheek as the door suddenly swings open.

Thank God whoever opened it decided against turning the light on. You hear the bed creak as whoever just came in found their place on their own bed.

Frozen in place you wait as Chan, still in you contemplates his next move.

Fuck. He whispers.

He quietly shifts the position of the blanket that was now on his hips to cover the both of you. Slowly pulling out of you he tries to look around for your clothes. Whatever was on the bed anyway.

Suddenly you hear the bed creak again as the boy shifts and quickly gets up and out the room making sure to shut the door behind him.

Confused as to what just happened you push Chan off of you.

Getting off the bed he makes his way to the door in the dark quickly and puts the lock in place.

He turns the light on to find the clothes that were discarded and your eyes land on your bra.

On Changbin's bed.

Chan...

You say quietly as you point your finger towards the undergarment.

Ohhhhh shit.

That's why he left..

He must've felt the foreign object on his bed and you can't help but groan at Chan as you think about the trauma you both just gave Changbin.

Leeknow

Middle of the day. A free dorm. Two horny people.

This was bound to end up like this. Feeling you up in the middle of the kitchen, minho wastes no time in making his way to your lips. Moving his lips against yours, he slides his warm hands up and down your body. He moves to lift your shirt off but is stopped when you moan out a small not here.

He chuckles at this before kissing you again and lifting the shirt off of you anyway.

Moving his lips to your neck he starts peppering kisses on it just the way you like it. Gentle and wet. Slowly pushing you onto the kitchen floor he reaches out to unhook your bra.

You stop him before you can. Moving his face to look at you, he assures you.

Don't worry. They won't be back for some time.

You shake your head at him. They could always come back for something, Minho.

Either we move to the bed or you let me keep my bra on. You state.

He sighs and lifts you up off the floor.

Fine have it your way. He chuckles as he rolls his eyes at you. He takes your hand in his and leads you to the bedroom. When you reach the hall, however he decides to get frisky again. Stopping, he turns to your half clothed chest before grabbing your waist.

He brings his face down to your chest and starts his routine of placing his amazing lips on the exposed area. He places kisses over your bra and moves up to the exposed skin. You try to push him off but you stop as he brings his fingers to the cup and bring it down to expose your nipple. He takes it in his mouth and immediately starts his work on it. Still holding your waist he pushes you down onto the sofa behind you and returns to tugging on your nipple. Now pulling the bra down your chest, he exposes your breasts to him. Ogling them for a moment he smiles before getting to work on the both of them. Squeezing one between his fingers and the other between his lips, he watches your face as you lose your train of thoughts. Now kneeling in front of you with his face buried in your chest and body inbetween your legs, he moves his free hand down to your pants directly slipping into them. Pushing past your underwear, he dips his finger into your wetness before going to work on your bud. The hand that was on your breast comes down now to spread your legs. His face moves back up to your neck as he buries himself in your neck before pushing two fingers in.

You groan out at the stretch and he gives you time to adjust.

Too much baby? He moans out as he sucks faint bruises on your neck.

You moan at this and he takes it as a sign to continue. Sliding them in and out of your for a few seconds he picks up the pace without warning as he moves them fast enough to make you shake.

Ahhhhhhhh.. you cry out at the sudden change in pace and Minho only speeds up at this.

Ramming his fingers in and out of you he moves away from your neck to look down at your clothed sex. He watches his fingers moving beneath the fabric for a second before taking them out of you and moving to take your pants and panties down till your ankles.

But as he watches your juices drip down your thighs he pulls them back on as if suddenly realising that you cant mess the sofa up.

Pushing you back up onto the sofa he moves to sit inbetween your thighs as he gets to work on your nipples. His hand dives back into your panties but this time he focuses on your clit. Rubbing it in just the right ways he works on your nipples, slowly sucking and tugging at the peaked bud.

You balance on the verge of your orgasm and Minho senses this. Pressing his finger down hard on your clit, he skillfully pushes himself up and presses you onto the couch more as be brings his lower body closer to your own. Taking his hand out from your heat, he brings them into his own pants to bring his member out. He pumps himself for a few seconds before pushing himself up further to a more suitable position to take you.

You bring your own hand to pump him as he shifts the two of your around so that he's on the sofa and you on top of him.

He moves you up to pull your clothes down and he positions you above his free member. You grab the sofa behind him and ask him one more time to move to the bedroom but you leave the argument the second he pulls you down his member. He starts lifting his hips up to meet you as you throw your head back at this.

Moans fills the room as you bounce on top of him, exposed completely to him.

He watches you intently for a few minutes almost as if he can't stop before suddenly stopping.

You whine at this and he immediately takes you off of him before a serious look forms on his face.

What if someone comes in?

He asks you and you all but kick him at this.

That's what I've been saying!

You shout at him.

He puts you down on the sofa before fixing himself up and you do the same. He puts your bra back in place and starts taking you to the room.

Once in the room he wastes no time and throws your clothes off of you. He does the same and his clothes go flying too, some unnecessarily far.

Its all mechanical after that. Your bodies move by themselves. Neither of you in control, your bodies take over.

Moans filling the room, you barely hear the shout from the hall.

YAH JISUNG DON'T GO IN THERE! THEY'RE HAVING SEX.

You hear Hyunjin call out from the hall.

WHAT THE FUCK? You hear jisung scream from right out the door.

Minho freezes on top of you and looks right at you before he starts laughing.

We left your shirt on the kitchen floor.

He says laughing.

You slap his chest at this before he gets off of you and pulls his boxers on.

He creaks the door open to shout out.

HEY YOU BOTH BETTER GET OUT OF HERE FAST OKAY?

Changbin

Changbin was feeling less that innocent tonight.

You were the one to initiate the whole thing but he can't say no to you so he's always ready. So it didn't take much convincing for him to be on you.

Planted between your legs, he was knocking every bit of sense out of your with his mouth.

Humming into your heat, he reaches out to hold your waist in place.

You grab hold of his hair as he continues his work on you.

Feathering this fingers over your hips he slowly picks up the pace.

Whining and moaning rubbish, you pull his hair which only makes him groan out sending vibrations right to your core.

You feel the knot unravelling as he starts to suck on the bud. And with one shrill cry of pleasure, you come.

Finally releasing your bud, be moves up towards your face rather hastily while trying to push his tracks and boxers down. He pumps himself for about two seconds before realising he doesn't need to. Positioning himself inbetween your legs he slowly pushes in.

Ughh... he groans out throwing his head back as his eyes close.

A few seconds later he starts moving and takes your arms to place them on his neck.

You bring his face down to kiss him as he goes deeper with each thrust.

He kisses you deep before leaving your lips to throw his head back again. You watch him for a moment before he abruptly stops his movements.

You watch him in confusion before he brings his arm to the top of your head while looking at the door to the room.

Before you can turn around to look at him however, he kisses you making you forget about it.

You start moaning into his mouth again as he starts moving once more.

As you continue the heated events Changbin starts to massage your scalp with the hand he placed above your head as he sighs thinking of how just seconds ago, Chan burst into the room before seeing the two of you. And how he signalled for him to lock the door quietly so as not to make you feel awkward in having been caught.

This is one secret he'd gladly keep from you.

Hyunjin

I think this would be a disaster.

He seems like the type of person who would get lost in the moment and regret it later.

You came to the dorm with the idea of simply spending some time with him and neither of you had any ideas in mind.

But after an hour or so you both ended up being the only people in the dorm, be it by chance or the boys being polite and giving you both some alone time.

Once you both realised the lack of people around you, the tension skyrockets.

You could feel the conversation dying and the heartbeats quickening. Now almost awkward, you both sit there and sneak glances every now and then until it gets too much. He's the first to pounce.

Pulling you on top of him, he'd explore your mouth. Pulling back every now and then you'd sense some hesitation so you'd ask him what was bothering him.

'You think they left us alone on purpose?' He asks in a whisper.

'I don't know? Maybe? But let's go to your room just to be safe?' You'd suggest.

And once in the comfort of his room he'd be a little more confident. A little too confident.

He seems like the type to be bothered about something but still do it. So he might be a little wary about having sex in the dorm but he'd still do it if you gave him even the slightest form of assurance.

But he's also the type to end up red as a beet and panicked when caught.

Now with his temporary green light, he'd throw your clothes off a bit too fast.

'Oh God' His whines fill the room as you move on top of him.

His arms around your body tightens as his whines and whimpers get more frequent.

Hiding in your neck he'd wait for his high to hit him but just before he could

'Oh shit. You're nasty!' Somebody laughs from outside the room.

You feel Hyunjin freeze beneath you and you fear for a second that he's turned to stone.

You dare to look down at him and you see him with furrowed brows and his cheek between his teeth looking right at you but you know he's not focusing on you.

You swear you almost see his ear move like a puppy's as he tries to listen to the faintest of noises.

You put your forehead on his and you feel him flinch a little.

'Hey, it's okay.' You whisper out.

Swallowing, he gives you a faint nod and it's painfully clear how traumatised he is right now.

You slowly move off of him and get things moving and pass him his clothes and put on your own.

Picking up his phone, he gets on his bed and tries to retreat into his little bubble but when he sees you opening the door to go out he shoots you a panicked 'Hey where are you going!?'

'2 mins baby' and you step out.

And he can't help but let a grin form when he hears jisung screaming out in shock from what was probably a whack to his head, courtesy of you.

Han

Studio sex is nothing new for you both.

During one of the routine bangs, you both were completely in the moment that the first knock didn't reach any ears. The slightly more needy one did, however.

Putting an arm on your waist, Han pulls out of you before giving you a moment to arrange yourself and he does the same before heading to the door.

Chan greets him on the other side and the face he makes makes Han close the door behind him.

'Lock the door next time, yea?' Chan suggests and your boyfriend can't help but swallow hard at the revelation.

He'd debate whether to continue or not after that shock but when he sees you sitting there, still a little out of breath he'd come right back to you and continue. It's not like Chan would be back anytime soon after he knows what was going on anyway. But first he'd make sure the door was locked. He'd double check that everytime you were over after that just to be sure.

Felix

This guy would swear so much.

Felix gets very into any activity that involves you so there wouldn't be much thinking with the brain going on when you both get intimate.

A scream would be all you hear before you hear the door slam shut.

'Oh what the f..!'

'Oh God oh shit.' He'd start swearing and starts laughing in disbelief.

'I'm so sorry baby, they didn't see anything. I'm sure!'

He wouldn't be too annoyed about it or anything. Most likely to go on as if nothing happened if you're fine.

Seungmin

Panting into your neck, he'd be moving in and out of you at a slow pace. He'd bring his arm above your head to cage you in in a way to make you feel protected.

'Ahh..' He moans out as he brings his lips to your cheek, placing open mouthed kisses on it.

Your moans would make him go faster and faster and that familiar burn starts up in the pit of your stomach.

'AH!?' You're brought back to reality when you hear him let out a surprised shout.

You see him change from horny to angry as he gets off of you to go lock the door.

After locking the door he comes right back to you before sitting besides you on the bed and resting his arm on you.

'You want to continue?' He asks you with a smile and you don't even feel like questioning what made him stop inbetween your workout.

But there's not much to guess. The surprised shriek sounded a lot like the youngest kid saw something he wasn't supposed to.

.....

Sorry that the last few are rushed. I start writing a lot of imagines without completing any so it gets hard to post on time. And I write directly on tumblr so I can't even edit it and post it individually.

I'm going to focus on individual ones now. Do give the prompt list a lot of love. *-*

#straykids smut #chan smut #leeknow smut #minho smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han smut #felix smut #seungmin smut

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Hey guys! I was finishing up the Keeho imagine and realized I had a request in my inbox! I didn't see it until now so I'm not sure when it was sent so I'm really sorry I didn't write earlier if you sent it a long time ago! This was requested by @ipupwkr! I hope you like it! And sorry for the wait!!!

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P1harmony when they realize they love their s/o

Tw: kissing (as always lmao), stress, crying (let me know if I missed something)

Genre: fluff

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Theo:

Theo had been working nonstop since their comeback was very near and it was clear that he felt absolutely drained in every aspect possible.

You of course weren't oblivious. You did notice that your boyfriend was overworking himself. So you wanted him to relax a bit.

It was almost 2 am when you went to fnc and found him in a practice room, dancing alone. You felt the vibrations of the music coming to an end and you took this as an oportunity to come in and take care of your boyfriend.

(rest of Theo and the other members under the cut!)

"Hey babe!" You said softly as you closed the door of the practice room and put the food you brought on a nearby table.

"Oh hi, baby! What brings you here?" He asked as he pecked your lips and gave you a quick hug.

"Well, you've been very stressed lately and I also noticed that you haven't taken some time to rest! So I'm here to make sure you relax! You need to be healthy and you probably have only been eating junk food so I also cooked some food for you! And you also need to slee-"

You didn't get to finish the sentence because Theo tackled you in a hug. Theo looked you in the eyes and he almost teared up. How could he be so lucky! You cared about him so much like no one has before. You weren't someone to mess up your sleeping schedule and he knew it, but you came here to him in the wee hours of the morning. He realized at that exact moment that he loved you and you were definitely the one for him.

Keeho:

Keeho was thrilled because he hadn't seen you in quite some time because of his busy schedule, but today he was free and you decided to meet him in the dorm to spend some quality time together and he was more than excited to have you in his arms.

"Baby!" He said as you arrived and hugged him tight.

"Hi bub!" You said as you kissed his cheek tenderly.

"Let's go up to my room!" Keeho said as he excitedly extended his hand out to you (a/n: as I was writing this, Nemonade started playing hsisjs this is unrelated to the imagine, but just wanted to said this song is a certified bop lmao) and you took it immediately.

You guys went up to his room and as he closed the door he started kissing you all over your face, something he did when he had missed you.

"I missed you sooooo much! You have no idea!" He said as he planted a big kiss on your lips and you giggled while reaching into your bag.

"I missed you too you big baby! And by the way, I got you something!" You said as you gor a pair of sunglasses out of your bag.

"OH MY GOD! HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED THESE GLASSES? I LOVE THEM!!!" He said as he gladly took them and put them on while striking random poses and making you laugh.

"Well, the last time we went on a date I remember you looking at them while we were shopping and you looked at them with stars in your eyes, so how wouldn't I know!" You said as you wore an expression of endearment as you looked at your boyfriend who managed to look fine in everything.

"You're the best really! I aprecciate you so much!" He said as he hugged you lovingly. He hadn't said it to you but at that moment he felt gos heart beat faster than It ever had before. It wasn't the fact that you brought him something. It was the fact that you noticed the small details and that you could read him so well. At that moment Keeho knew. Keeho knew he was in love. Keeho knew you were the love of his life.

Jiung:

You were sleeping over at your boyfriend's dorm. It was the first time you slept in the same bed as Jiung, but honestly it was so cozy. He was so warm and his embrace just made you feel inner warmth as well and you swore that was the best sleep you've ever had!

You woke up before Jiung and took your time in admiring his features. He was so ethereal even when he was sleeping. You couldn't believe how lucky you were in finding such an amazing guy. Jiung was everything to you and you couldn't imagine your life without him.

You got up without waking Jiung up and decided to head to the kitchen to make breakfast as a way to thank him for everything! You went to the the kitchen in Jiung's oversized shirt and shorts and as the others weren't home you decided to play some music while cooking.

You were so into dancing and singing happily to End it (a/n: A BOP) while making breakfast that you didn't notice Jiung standing behind you as he watched you with heart eyes.

He looked at you with so much love. At first he was kind of sad that you left the bed before him, but all of the sadness left his body as he observed you being so immersed in the music while wearing his clothes.

He couldn't thank his lucky stars enough. He was so happy to have found you. And right now, as you were in such a domestic moment he couldn't help but realize that he loved you. You were the love of his life. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Intak:

You and Intak were hanging out in his room just talking and cuddling, when you got into a conversation about how you guys were feeling about work and stress.

As Intak started speaking of the stress he was feeling with the comeback being so near he couldn't help but start crying because of feeling so overwhelmed.

"Oh Tak! Come here baby!" You said as you hugged as tight as you could while rocking him back and forth while kissing his head.

"I can't even begin to imagine how stressed you feel. I wish you could just pass the burden to me! I hate seeing you so upset! But, in the end, all of your hard work will pay off! It always does, and you know why?" You asked as Intak looked at you in the eyes as you wiped one of his tears with the pad of your thumb.

"Because you're Hwang Intak! You're an amazing artist! You're incredibly talented and passionate. You love what you do and it shows! You're going to rock this comeback like you always do! And I'll be here to help you throughout everything!"

By the end of your little encouraging speech Intak started crying harder. Don't get the poor boy wrong though. He started crying because your words made him so happy. He knew you cared about him, but he didn't know that you vocalizing it would make him realize everything. He realized he loved you and that he wanted to be by your side forever.

Soul:

You and Soul were watching a movie and honestly you guys weren't that interested in it. You were talking about your goals for the future and whatever went through your minds at that moment.

The conversation went on for a while until you felt Shota's head laying heavily in your shoulder and realized he fell asleep. God he looked so cute! You played with his hair softly until the movie ended and then you decided to make him comfortable on the couch or else he would wake up with a cramping neck.

You layed him down gently on the couch and you might not have noticed, but when you went to get a blanket to cover him he woke up and looked at you. When he saw you coming back he decided to close his eyes and pretended to be asleep to see what you would do.

You came back and tucked him in the blanket so that he could sleep well. You squatted on the floor and caressed his cheek softly for a while. You were about to get up when Soul spoke.

"Stay with me!"

And you couldn't say no to your cute boyfriend so you layed down next to him and cuddled him while listening to his steady heartbeat.

Soul looked down at you and and kissed your forehead softly while thing about how much you cared for him. Just thinking about it gave him butterflies. He was still young and had a lot of things he didn't understand, but one thing he did understand was that he was in love with you.

Jongseob:

You and Seobie were playing some video games in his room while catching up on what you guys have been doing lately. Jongseob suddenly cuddled closer to you and you could feel that he was shivering.

"Seobie you're shivering! Let me get you a hoodie." You said as you grabbed your bag and handed him his hoodie that you loved wearing.

"But you said you weren't going to give it back!" Seobie said kind of confused as he put it on.

"Well, I'm not giving it back. But you're cold and the hoodie is loosing your smell so it's a great oportunity to kill two birds with one stone!" You said as you played with the strings on his hoodie.

"So you wear my hoodies because they smell like me?" Jongseob asked as his smile grew wider.

"Of course I do! They help a lot when you're working and need to be away for a long time. That way one part of you is always with me and I feel safer in a certain way." You said as you grew shy of your sudden confession.

"Just when I thought you wouldn't get cuter!" Jongseob said as he kissed your cheek and hugged you tight.

No one ever made Jongseob feel this way. You always made Jongseob learn new things and today he leaned that he loved you dearly.

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So guyyyys, DID YOU SEE P1H'S COVER OF GOOD 4 YOU BECAUSE I DID AND I DIED DHKDBDJJD LIKE I DON'T EVEN HAVE WORDS SO HAVE SOME NUMBERS 288292829288282892.

Anyways, Keeho's imagine will ho up tomorrow because I drained my energy with this request! But I think you guys will like it! Love you guys! Pray for Ni-ki's recovery!!! 💖

#p1harmony #p1harmony fluff #p1h imagines #p1h scenarios #yoon keeho #hwang intak #choi taeyang #keeho fluff #jiung fluff #intak fluff #theo fluff #haku shota #Shota fluff #kim jongseob #jongseob fluff

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