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controld3vil · 1 month

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sand walking?

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!!)

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: how to seduce someone walking on sand.

notes: there hasn't been confirmed for dune 3 yet but denise villeneuve has said he's writing for it to happen. ill patiently wait for the day it's confirmed :) ALSO there are fictional/made-up mentions of the novel for the sake of the reader. they're made to be gender-neutral!! and this includes platonic flirting between cast members. i MAY have gotten carried lmaoo

“I mean- what do you think of the character? Do you think they deserved more screen time?” The clip starts off with you comfortably conversing with the interviewer. To say you weren’t deflecting their curiosity. In actuality, you were eager to learn what others thought about your performance and take on the character. The only other interpretation had on-screen was from the classic 1984 film by David Lynch.

The clip that has been widely retweeted back is of a cute moment you had from the first film of Dune (2021). Before release, little was known about your character’s potential. Apart from the enthusiastic book lovers, film viewers were clueless about what role your character would play after the first movie.

Denise Villeneuve didn’t reveal much to you in person. He wanted to keep ideas confidential until he was 100% on board making the project come to life. Still, rumors sparked through speculation and interviews with the cast members of Dune. Including an infamous short, that you forgot about, of yourself boasting about your hopes and wishes for your character.

“Yes! How could we not!” On the opposite side, the interviewer exclaimed as they leaned forward from their chair, closing into your proximity. Their hands clenched, tightening their grip on the flash card, full of questions. “The movie left us on such a cliffhanger. I think everyone would want to know what happened to Nerre,”

“That’s for Denise to decide,” Nodding you gave a relaxed smile while lifting one leg over the other. Your shoulders relaxed, feeling content and ecstatic about their response. “I can’t confirm anything until he gives me the green light to say anything,”

“I’ve also talked to Timothée this morning,” A shift in gears as the journalist flipped over another flashcard. You two had just fussed about the finale and its dramatic cliffhanger. “And all he had to say were the sweetest things about you,” At the mention of your costar compliments, you felt your skin heat up. Your eyes soften, expressing only fondness for the lovely message. A soft awh escaped your breath. “He’s very sweet. Timothee's always been fun to be around.” A fervent chuckle from the interviewer sends them into a feverish excitement. “And- he said- you had great flirting skills!” It was then your face morphed into complete shock and giddiness . “Really?!” The camera pans up on your initial reaction, eyes popping out in surprise and a bubbling laugh slowly erupting. “I’m glad someone appreciates my talents!”

Without context, the short clip seemed harmless. Your sheer reaction to Timothee's comment emphasized the fun chemistry the two of you had on set. Mirroring much of Paul and Nerre's friendship, you both complimented each other well in the first film, being the youngest surrounded by well-renowned actors. But the reason for the recent spike of interest was partially from Dune: Part Two and their interviews.

Fast forward to the debut of Dune: Part Two, it made success at the box office. Even surpassing the first film altogether. The entire cast of Dune was proud of the work they've made. The introduction of new characters played by wonderful actors and actresses all around.

Weeks after the early IMAX screenings, press interviews were being published amongst of the young cast members. A particular interview by IGV Presents brings together Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Florence Pugh, Austin Butler, and yourself.

This would be considered to be one of your first interviews with the Dune cast after the box office release. You felt nervous yet overjoyed at the same time to be meeting your co-actors again after the conclusion of filming had taken place.

The spokesperson of IGV, Simon Harkness starts off the interview strong with a pleasant greeting. "Congratulations on an incredible movie. Uhm it is the definition of a sci-fi blockbuster and is absolutely phenomenal, so huge congratulations to you all!"

"Thank you!" The five of you all politely cherish his kind words.

"It's so lovely to talk to you. Um- Timothee, Zendaya, I'm going to start with you. This is probably the hardest question I've ever asked in an interview so you've been warned." An endearing giggle can be seen from Zendaya before allowing him to continue. "Sand walking, who does it better?"

Timothee immediately lifts up his microphone. "I'm going to give it to Zendaya here." Without glancing at her, you could tell Zendaya was happily smiling at his compliments. How quick he was to answer made it seem how well connected the cast was even given the amount of time spent together. The main lead continues very swiftly, diving more into how cinematic the shot was from an outside perspective, "I think it's the most- one of the most cinematic shots in the movie and she really has it very precisely down but it's the nature of the movie too that she's supposed to be better than Paul,"

"Is that what it is?" In return, Zendaya who sat next to him gave him a teasing look.

Quietly from afar where you sat, next to Austin Butler, you whispered. "He acted like he couldn't do it but," Soft snickering can be heard across the room.

"In fairness to me, I was going 65%- 65 to 70 too hard," Chalamet reasons justly as he glances in your direction before looking back to the interviewer.

"You dumbed it down," Harkness nods in a high-spirited manner. Right after, Timothee reluctantly agrees, keeping the mood light-hearted.

"I had to!"

"Just how committed you are!" Austin steps in, joining in on the joke.

"Zendaya, you can take that crown. I love that," The brown-haired man reassures as she recuperates with appreciative laughter. In truth, it was a beautiful scene between Paul and Chani you were lucky enough to witness behind the camera. And contrary to their light banter, you thought both actors did well at accomplishing what it was meant sand walk. Truthfully you had no scenes beyond walking through the desert but understanding the mechanics and traditions of the Fremen was as fascinating as it was watching it up close.

Suddenly it was Florence's turn to speak, "Zendaya taught me the other day and I had to just stop to stare at her feet."

"The swoopy swoop?" You asked in a cutesy tone, with furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't help but remember the few instances you witnessed your costars practice the sand walk to be one of the more adorable rehearsals you've seen on the sand.

"Yeah, her feet were so pretty! She was doing the swoopy swoops," The blonde acknowledges, waving her hands in a zig-zag pattern. As the replication of water and how her feet moved.

The interviewer's eyes light up, "Honestly I tried to swoopy swoop at home- um because we have a carpet in the bedroom."

"How did it go?" The mixed actress puts forward.

"Awful!" An assembly of bewilderment is seen between Zendaya and Florence as they quickly question why. However, they reassure him in the end that they would practice together in hopes of him archiving the sand walk.

Talks with simple questions went down the row. Florence discusses her experience from her beginnings, starring in Little Women, comparing those scenes in terms of royalty to Dune. In both films, she's worked with well-known actors and now Christopher Walken as the emperor and her father. She raves about how it was a dream come true. A dream she had when she was little. From this experience, Florence emphasizes the concept of learning and observing her fellow actors.

Another intriguing topic follows Austin for his experience between learning choreography fighting and Elvis's iconic rubber legs. In a sense, as you leaned forward on one of your seats, you became fascinated by the Elvis actor's comparison of it all. While Elvis's moves were televised and had to be precise for the camera, being a Harkonnens gave him more leverage in the freedom to move. It was a captivating question that you couldn't help but want to listen to more.

Comparisons aside, you didn't have much to note for your upcoming question. Which is exactly why you felt unprepared for what he was going to ask.

Harkness brings up your name for the finale. "You have done stunt work before. For the first and now second film, I've heard you compared it to rather- dancing. Is that what you think your relationship with the choreography has been?"

You gave a content hum, "You see it with the Fremen or Harkonnens right? Everyone moves so differently and for the course for me, I've had to adjust my choreo little by little. And I think that analogy you mentioned really does relate back to dancing. I don't know if it's because I was once a dancer or that I'm a visual learner," You shrug your shoulders, "But I see the choreography as a dance routine. You're moving alongside people, doing hits and jabs. Both are very hands-on so I would like to approach it as something I can always work on." Satisfied with your answer, you clapped your hands together.

"Kind of like sand walking no?" It was then that Zendaya swerved counterclockwise to face you.

Bringing back the conversation they had in the beginning about sand walking, your eyes instantly brighten. "Exactly like that!"

"I feel like you would be great at sand walking," Florence puffs, mindlessly shaking her microphone back and forth. "You- You already got the moves." Even Timothee came into agreement, humming and commenting you worked well with the choreography.

Austin Butler raises his microphone. "I think you gotta learn with me because I don't think I could,"

"Nonsense!" You give him a silly glare. "If you can do a killer rubber leg, I think you can sand walk." Florence and Zendaya both mumble their support and your male costar leans to have his arm around the back of your chair, warmly.

"Is that an open invitation I see?" The spokesperson, Harkness giggly pokes at than the rest of the cast turns to look at you. Your scowl morphs into an innocent one.

"Hm?" As you squint your eyes in hesitation.

"I feel like you could have the potential to sand walk but just with the right partner," Timothee chimes in, spreading his arms over his chair as well. Your brows furrowed accusingly, as if wanting to clarify what he meant by his comment.

And the French actor gives you a look, one you became so sure of. "Mm right!" A slight eruption of laughs before you straightened your back with proper posture. "With just the right partner,"

There were also hints mentioned in your interview with Timothee surprisingly not. This was one of the more recent ones to be published, as you finally were able to pair up with your favorite co-star (besides Brolin) from the first film. The two of you had strong chemistry despite having less screen time together in the second film.

The beginning of the video cuts to a clip of you answering an innocent question. "What I think about every day, is Timothee going to send to me a meme today? Uh, I hope so!" You give a sarcastic look to your seat partner as he latently laughs in front of you. "Or when is he going to text me you know?"

It then transitions to an interviewer from Heart commercial radio as he shouts out your names. "How are you both?"

"I'm doing good!"

"Going great!"

The radio show was more relaxed than you would've expected as the spokesperson was very down to the earth with his conversation starters and contagious warmth. Timothee was able to catch up with him from his last interview when he premiered his Wonka film. Eventually, the interview became more casual discussing working together, cooking, and trendy topics.

Timothee and you both went back and forth on favorite memories you had of the first film. And talking about the new cast members and new elements it had brought to the table for the film itself.

"Cool new characters this time," As you played around with the fuzzy microphone the camera crew gave to you.

"Yup lots of new people to meet," Timothee adds on, nodding.

The interviewer proceeds with the question, "And also you have seen- there's a clip about of you running around actually." He signals to you, "Of your reaction to something Timothee said about your performance in the first film,"

"Oh! I've seen it," Almost instinctively, your co-star raises his hand. "I was supposed to send it to you but I forgot." As he turns, to finds you looking lost at the topic at hand.

"Really what was it?" You almost looked concerned, seeing how you didn't understand what they meant.

Luckily for you, the Heart radio spokesperson managed to get a hold of the video from his phone, "It was a little callback of Timothee raving about your flirting skills."

As it plays, the camera zooms in on you and your co-actors reaction. The French actor couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed but smitten when the timing of your reaction came on screen. While you held an intrigued stance, arms crossed and a content grin.

"I am pretty good at flirting,"

"You really are, huh." At the same time, you both turn to make eye contact.

"I also heard Tim- that you thought that they would be your love interest initially?" At the radio speaker's inquiry, you couldn't help but in mid-sentence, finally, swerve your head suddenly.

"Yeah well, fun fact actually," The male actor tries to reason, sitting up. "In the novels, Paul and Nerre almost did become a couple!"

It was a well-known fact of that in the first novel, there had been slight changes to the story. Initially, it was said that the author, Frank Herbert had planned for Paul and Nerre, the character you played to have a romantic connection after the fall of House Atreides. Nevertheless, it was later scrapped for another plot, that of instead having Chani as the love interest. But even decades later after the novel’s release, it was something fans still fuss about.

"Oh, I heard about that!" Almost in awe, you nodded, your attention fully on Chalamet, wondering how far he was willing to go beyond spoilers.

"Do you think Nerre would ever meet someone then?" The afro man questions, adjusting his microphone. "Since- Paul has Chani, I feel like if we ever get a potential third film, that could open some doors!"

"If a third film could happen," You start, fiddling with the lining of the mic cover, "I hope so! I mean I got the moves, I got the skills!"

"Keep practicing your sand walk and we'll see," Timothee cutely chimes as you proceed to blow a raspberry at him. Only for him to lightly swat you away.

Despite your failures to have scenes of sand walking, your cast of a crew were more than happy to show you. Javier Bardem and Jessica Ferguson were quite supportive in your interest for something you did not have any part-time. A few behind the scene videos show the actor demonstrating from afar the slower version of the walk.

Though your back was facing the camera, viewers would pick up and recognize it to be you. Jessica as well was off to the side, in her luminescent costume of a million robes, clapping from side to side.

Another later pans to you taking long strides across the sand in the background. In front of the camera are Josh Brolin and Javier having their turn in the video, to discuss their relationship and the previous they have worked on together. However, viewers couldn't help but pinpoint your figure alongside the frame trying to master the patterns of what Javier taught you from the previous clip.

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delaber · 1 year

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To Let You Win (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: a sparring match between you and your best friend turns into something you’ve both been keeping under the surface when he refuses to let you lose the game

Words: 2K

Flufffffff 💖 (with a squint towards a smuttier theme hehe)

"Holy fuck it's hot in here," Bucky wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and resumes the fighting stance he'd been occupying before exclaiming that he was sweating balls.

"Alright," you laugh and flip the makeshift knife in your hand, "just tell me if you need a break to regain your strength, old man."

"Oh doll, I don't need a break," he grins and threateningly takes a step towards you without blinking, "I can take you with both arms tied behind my back."

There it is again...

One of those ill-timed comments that you try and laugh away in a poor attempt at hiding just exactly how bad they make your stomach churn and the back of your neck prickle.

Pretending that you do not have a major crush on the man standing in front of you has become full of feeble attempts, and to avoid embarrassing yourself, you settle on an equally threatening "I'd like to see you try," accompanied by a playful smile that you cannot hold back no matter how much you try to.

He winks at you before he, without warning, lurches forwards, swinging his fake dagger mere inches from your chest.

He's quick, but you're quicker, and while he's focusing on touching one of the spots you in unison decided would be considered a kill-zone, you jump as high as you can while wrapping your legs around his hips.

Immediately thrown off balance, he falls backwards and lands on the white felt floor with a dull thud followed by a grunt as your weight lands on top of him.

Before he can even move, you've pinned him to the floor with a knee placed on each side of his torso.

"Surrender?" you grin and lean forwards as you press your wooden weapon to his bopping Adam's apple.

"Okay, you got me," he laughs and raises his hands above his head to capitulate.

You know that he can easily flip the two of you around and turn his fake demise to his own advantage; place his entire weight between your legs as his thick thighs glue your hips to the spot, ready to devour you as he sinks his teeth into your neck, filling up the empty hole inside you that's constantly begging for his touch.

God, he smells amazing!

"Sweetheart," he chuckles from far away and you realise you've done it again; become lost as you daydream about your best friend fucking you into oblivion.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this," he places both hands on your hips and gently pushes you back with a stomach-flipping grunt, "- but my back is killing me, and I really need to change out of this shirt."

Your gaze falls to the hand you have carefully placed on top of his sternum, suddenly aware of the wet stains of his t-shirt and the heavy heartbeat drumming below your fingers.

"Of course," you immediately pocket your fake knife and release the grip you have on him as you stand up. "Sorry," you mumble, embarrassed by yourself and your inability to play it cool whenever you're around him.

"No worries," he winks at you from the side of the ring and reaches behind his head, grabbing the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling it off with one swift movement.

You've seen him shirtless countless of times before, but it never ceases to amaze you just how good he looks. He has angry scars extending from his waistline, zig-zagging and digging into the skin lining his entire stomach and chest, reaching all the way up to the torn flesh of his shoulder and it makes him look so fucking beautiful. You know he hates the bare-chested sight of himself in the mirror, but you doubt there could ever be a single facet of Bucky Barnes that you would not love.

"You've been working on your takedown," he eyes you impressively, either ignoring your obvious stare, or choosing not to believe that you actually like him shirtless. "I can't wait to see you break Sam's back with that move," he chuckles, "I love when he's having his ass handed to him."

"I highly doubt that'll happen seeing as Sam doesn't let me win," you mock Bucky while adjusting the strip of cloth that is wrapped tightly around your knuckles. "He actually fights back when he's down."

"Come on, you had a knife pressed to my throat!" Bucky chuckles but you merely raise your eyebrow at him, well-aware that he stopped fighting for the sake of your keeping your confidence intact and not because you'd beat him.

"Okay, okay," he laughs at your dead-pan expression, "maybe I let you win a little. I want it to be fun for you too - so sue me."

"Buck, we're supposed to be training," you sigh, holding your hands out to the side, "how am I ever gonna get better if you won't give me a fair fight?"

"Sweetheart," he licks his lips and squints as he considers how to put his next words in the most delicate way possible. "I bench press more than you weigh... It's never gonna be a fair fight."

"Well if I don't get to practise on you, how do you reckon it'll go when I'm up against a guy your size for real?"

"A guy my size with seventy years of combat training and serum running through his veins? Sure, that's likely to happen..."

You ignore him. "Get down on your back and continue fighting me like you normally would."

He crosses his bulky arms over his chest while arching his eyebrow.

"I'm serious!”

"I don’t care," he shakes his head, “I’m not doing it.”

"Well if you don't, you can consider this our last training session."

"Come on - this is ridiculous!"

"Lie down, same as before."

"You've got to be kidding me," he mumbles under his breath as he rolls his eyes but he still ends up doing as you say. "Happy?" He defiantly throws his arms out to the side when he's once again lying with his back against the white felt.

"Can't say that I'm not enjoying this more obedient side to you," you laugh and sink down on top of him, straddling his chest again, "didn’t think you had it in you - where do you normally keep it?"

"Shut up."

"Then fight me."

"I'm not gonna fight you," he shakes his head.

"Bucky, do me like you normally would!"

His grin broadens in a boyish smile as his hand twitches near your thigh. "Really?" he laughs while licking his lips, mockingly slipping his eyes down to your chest and back up again. "You want me to do you like I normally would?" He winks.

Another stomach flip… You have to suppress a gulp.

"Shut up," you chuckle and lightly smack his arm to get his mind out of the gutter. "You know what I mean."

"Sweetheart," he sighs with serious eyes, his smile still perfectly in place, "- are you sure you really wanna do this?"

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. "Yes, Barnes..."

"Alright - just remember that you asked for it," he shrugs before he quickly grabs your hips and shifts the position around.

You don't even get to yelp - you barely have time to register what the hell just happened before you're lying on your back with Bucky's lower half pressed to yours, trapping you in place.

His dog tags are dangling in the air between you and you can feel the heat radiating from off his bare chest that is panting enticingly right before your eyes.

"Now, are you happy?" He asks and makes a point of his statement by pressing himself closer to your body, so you're completely sandwiched between him and the floor with no means of escaping.

"Goddammit!"

To further underline his superiority, he pins your wrists together and forces them above your head, holding you steady with one hand only.

"Surrender?" He asks in the same mocking tone of voice you used before, his plump and grinning lips suddenly mere inches from yours.

You can feel your entire body stretching below his, how he drives his hips into yours to keep you in place.

"Fuck," you mumble in frustration and start wriggling your hips to try and get free. "Bucky!" You groan to get him to release you, but even you can hear how your struggling sounds come out almost moan-like, and you see how the smile on his face is suddenly replaced with small, almost inaudible gasps.

Immediately, you stop moving, suddenly aware of the excitement growing tight in his pants while the rest of his body is completely frozen above you.

"Sorry..." you gulp as you slowly look up at him, finding the panicked blue that is half-hidden behind long chestnut strands falling sinfully over his eyes.

You've never been in this position before; on rare occasions you have cuddled long into the night, arms and legs entangled on his bedsheets to the tune of a long-forgotten movie playing in the background - but this? This is different. It's not cute and cuddly.

The look in Bucky's eyes has shifted in a heartbeat, and it's not teasing anymore. It's raw. It's passionate. And when he quickly shifts his gaze down to your mouth and up again, you give in to what you've been wanting to do for months now.

Without thinking, you strain your neck upwards touching the side of his nose with yours, placing a soft kiss on his lips for the first time ever.

He's perplexed - still completely frozen - but when you let go of his mouth shortly after, he wrinkles his brows in silent frustration.

He's panting hard, digging his lower half into you as he looks at you with a fire ignited in his eyes you've never seen before.

You put your hand on his neck, pulling him down towards you, throwing your pillow-soft kisses out the window by placing your thumb on his chin, slipping your tongue inside his open mouth while you move your pelvis rhythmically against his.

"Sweetheart," he whispers with swollen and wet lips as he slightly pulls away. He's breathing hard but his entire body is heavy and relaxed as he looks down at you with lust written all over his warm face - and you choose that exact moment to attack.

Quickly, you wrap your legs around his body as you flip the two of you around so you're finally sitting on top of him again.

"What are you doing?" he pants, confused about your sudden movements.

"Winning," you whisper back with a grin.

It takes him a minute to register your words and set them in connection with the conversation you'd had just before your friendship had passed the point of no return, but when he does, he throws his head back with a frustrating grunt at your dirty trick.

"Not cool," he shakes his head with a chuckle, half-amused, half-annoyed. "Not cool at all. You had me all excited," he groans and puts his hands on your hips, pressing you down on his hard erection.

"Tell me I'm winning," you chuckle as you run your fingers down his chest, suggestively arching your back while he's turning into a mess beneath you.

"Fuck," he groans and rubs circles over your thighs as his erection grows a little harder. "You better not be doing this to the guys you fight in the field."

You put your hand atop of his sternum and slowly start rocking your hips back and forth against him, arching your back while rubbing yourself along the tight bulge underneath you. "Tell me I'm winning."

"You win! You win!" he pants and traces his fingers down your throat and cleavage, laying his palms flat over your stomach as he angles his hips upwards. "Just... don't stop. Don't stop."

"Kiss me, Bucky," you whisper and pull on his dog tags so he can only inch closer to your craving lips.

"Oh doll, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this!" he groans sensually with pink cheeks as he finally reclaims your mouth.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes friends to lovers

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megalony · 1 month

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Wish I Knew

This is an Evan Buckley imagine based on an anon request, I hope you will all like it. Let me know what you think, feedback is always lovely.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: While (Y/n) is out with Athena, she collapses and Evan and her dad, Bobby, rush to find out what happened.

Enjoy.

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Tilting her head forward, (Y/n) pressed her temple against the cold, damp tiled wall. She could feel the water from the shower beating down against the back of her neck and it felt soothing to have tepid, lukewarm water rushing down her skin.

There was barely any swirls of steam surrounding her when the bathroom was cold and the shower was even colder. Not like the burning hot showers Evan took when he came home from shift.

Her eyes fell closed and she let the water dance through her matted hair that was stuck to the back of her neck and tickling the back of her shoulders.

One hand pressed into the wall to steady herself while her other hand dragged through her hair, keeping it pushed back and away from her face. But (Y/n) opened her eyes and tilted her head to the side when she heard the bathroom door open.

It always worried her that their bathroom was right next to the front door. If ever she was home alone, (Y/n) hated taking showers. If someone tried to break in or wandered in, she was in a vulnerable position very close to the front door like this. But she knew Evan was home today.

"Hello," She murmured quietly when the shower door opened and Evan let himself in.

Her hand dropped from her hair and her eyes closed automatically when his arms circled around her waist. But she felt the way he shivered and hissed against the side of her head when he stood under the water with her.

Evan kept his left arm tightly bound around (Y/n)'s waist but he reached his right hand out and turned the tap, heightening the temperature just a little. He was used to hot showers, especially after work, and Evan wasn't a fan of cold showers like this. Why was (Y/n) stood under cold water like that? She would make herself ill.

"Jesus baby what're you doing having it that cold?" He tilted his head down so his lips smothered her shoulder and the water battered down on his neck and slithered down the groove of his spine.

He felt the water drip down and flatten his curls and when it traced down the bridge of his nose and fell onto (Y/n)'s shoulder, he felt her shiver against him.

(Y/n) opened her eyes and looked down when she felt Evan's hands curve round from her hips to grab and squeeze at her waist. His thumb brushed up and down her skin against the water cascading down around them and (Y/n) took a sharp breath when he suddenly bit down on her neck like a vampire.

"I was boiling."

Her lips curved into a grin when Evan lifted his head from the bruise he'd just created on her neck. He leaned over and pressed his wet lips against her temple and stayed there for a few seconds, determining her temperature.

Her skin was rather warm, despite how cold she seemed to have had the shower.

"You okay?" He mumbled against her skin and leaned forward until every inch of her back was moulded up against his chest.

"I'm fine, just a bit queasy."

Taking care to be slow, (Y/n) turned around so she was facing him and dragged her fingertips up his biceps and over his shoulders until she could cup the back of his neck. Her thumbs smoothed across the side of his jaw and she smiled when his hands found her hips and he carefully nudged her back until she was pressed up against the tiled wall.

If she had been feeling more like herself, (Y/n) would of gasped or scolded him for pushing her into the cold wall that made her skin crawl with goosebumps. But the low temperature was soothing on her skin and feeling the water beat down on Evan first made it less powerful when the droplets fell onto her instead.

Most of the water from the shower trickled down the back of Evan's neck but the leftover droplets fell down his forehead and jumped onto (Y/n)'s skin.

"You sure you're good to go out today?" He spoke against her lips that were almost touching his with only a hairline fracture of space between them.

"I'll be fine, I promise." She wasn't cancelling on Athena again. They were heading out with Athena on a shopping trip and then out for tea later. Since both Evan and Bobby were at work, it was going to be the two of them having a girls day.

(Y/n) hadn't spent a lot of time with Athena recently with everyone being busy at work and she missed the woman she classed as her mum.

Her eyes lifted to scour down Evan's chiselled features and she found herself admiring him more than usual.

She liked the way the water dripped down from his pale pink lips and jumped free from his chin. Each droplet made (Y/n)'s chest tighten until she pushed her hands against his neck and pulled him down to her level. Her fingertips stayed pressed into his skin as she connected his lips down to hers.

She sucked his lower lip between her teeth and gave a little bite until Evan growled and pulled her chest up against his.

His hands moved so he had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other moved to grip the underside of her thigh. (Y/n) could feel his fingertip pinching into her skin so he had a good grip and she squeaked when he hoisted her up. He kept her shoulders pressed against the tiles and pulled her leg until she took the hint and wrapped both legs around his hips so she was sitting on his torso.

"Evan…" She muttered his name against his lips and he seemed to swallow up her moans with deep kisses and a smirk that spread across his face. "You've got to go to work soon."

(Y/n) didn't know what time it was, but she knew it would be around about the time for Evan to get changed and head out on shift.

"Hm. Think you can last without me tonight?" His voice was deeper than before and each drop of water that fell from his lashes mesmerised (Y/n).

"I don't have a choice." She mumbled back and stole another kiss from his lips.

She didn't like him working nights, she couldn't sleep without Evan in bed with her and she didn't like being home alone in the apartment. But she wouldn't be alone today, at least. She would be spending the day with Athena and since Athena wasn't on shift today or tomorrow, they would most likely spend the evening together catching up. (Y/n) could occupy herself until Evan came home from work tomorrow afternoon.

"Let's go get ready then." Evan pecked her lips and kept one arm bound around her lower waist to keep her on his hips while he reached out and turned the shower off.

As much as he wanted to stay here all morning, they both had to get ready. And he couldn't stand the shower being that lukewarm any longer.

He walked out the shower and carefully let (Y/n) unhook her legs from his hips and stand back on her own two feet. But his arm stayed bound around her waist and his lips faltered into a frown when he watched (Y/n) sway and dig her nails into his shoulders.

"Babe?"

"Queasy… don't think I'll be eating anything when we go out today." (Y/n) forced herself to smile and swiped the droplets of water from her eyes and nose.

She felt like her stomach was weighing heavy and starting to cramp, but she dind't really feel sick which was a good thing. (Y/n) didn't want to cancel today if she was sick.

"Promise to take it easy today, just come home if you don't feel good." Evan dried off and reached for the pile of clothes he'd brought into the bathroom with him while he watched his wife. He didn't like the way she leant her back up against the wall to keep her posture and balance as she started to get changed. And Evan could see the discomfort hiding behind her eyes.

"Promise."

"Good. Do you want a lift down to your dads?" Evan knew Bobby would already be at the station by now, but he was happy to swing by and drop (Y/n) off at Athena and Bobby's house on his way to work. It would save (Y/n) driving down there herself and leaving her car there to go out in Athena's car.

When she nodded, Evan leaned over and pecked her temple while he dried his hair with the towel. "Alright, let's get ready then, sexy."

***

"What about this one?"

Turning her head to the right, (Y/n) looked across at Athena and pursed her lips, shaking her head. She didn't like that shirt, it wouldn't suit either of them.

Athena nodded and placed it back on the rack, scouring through for another top that she could wear to the station party next week.

(Y/n) held her breath for a few seconds and tried to see if it would clear the building headache behind her eyes. This shop needed some aircon, the room place felt like it was on fire. (Y/n) looked up at the ceiling and tried to see if she was stood beneath a heating vent, but she couldn't see one. Why was it so warm and stuffy in here?

Her hand moved to the collar of her top and she pulled it down to try and see if it would make her feel any better, but it didn't help.

She was on fire. She was starting to sweat and her stomach was beginning to cramp until (Y/n) was finding it hard to stay stood upright.

Her hand moved to her hip and she dug her nails deeply through her leggings and into her flesh until she was sure she was going to draw blood. The tension and sharp scratch drew (Y/n)'s mind away from the dull cramps in her stomach that made her wonder if she was coming on her period or if she was getting some kind of stomach infection.

Either way, she was now starting to feel sick. They needed to go find a store with aircon and maybe get a drink and see if that would settle (Y/n)'s system down a bit. Her free hand reached out for the rack of jackets in front of her and she leaned into them and let the metal rail hold up her weight.

"Why don't we look for some shoes, we both need a few new pairs." (Y/n) swiped her hand against her forehead and cleared away a sheen of sweat while she tried to plaster a smile on her face.

When Athena nodded, (Y/n) felt grateful and relieved and she reached out for her. She let go of the rail and curled her left arm through Athena's elbow, tucking up into her side as her right hand punctured into the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

"I think we've earned ourselves a drink first."

"God yes, and some fresh air." (Y/n) waved her hand in front of her face to try and create some sort of breeze as they headed down the stairs.

She leaned her head on Athena's shoulder and let a little of her weight drop on Athena.

God, she hoped a drink would sort out her system and make her feel better. All (Y/n) wanted was to spend some time with her family and enjoy herself. She didn't want to come down with something and have to go home early and alone. Or have to drag Athena back home with her and turn into a movie night rather than a day out.

They had been out for a few hours though. The pair had gone to a cafe for some drinks before they came to the shopping centre and they had been here for a while already.

Bobby had texted them both and told them to have fun and enjoy themselves and Evan was praying for his shift to go quickly. Because Eddie and invited Evan and (Y/n) to join him and Chris at the cinema tomorrow afternoon and then go round to Eddie's place for a games night.

The last thing (Y/n) wanted was have to go home now and cancel their plans for tomorrow.

"Didn't you want to find a new watch for Buck?" Athena leaned her cheek on top of (Y/n)'s head as they finally exited the shop and went back into the main floor of the shopping centre.

The breeze swirled around them and made (Y/n) feel like she was suddenly getting a high and had become lightheaded. But the fresh air out here wasn't as cold or as refreshing as (Y/n) wanted it to be. She could still feel heat crawling up the back of her neck and licking at her skin like she was being cooked over a fire.

"Yeah, surprise surprise he broke the last one, again." (Y/n) had taken to getting Evan a new watch every now and then and she always got a guarantee on them.

Her husband was clumsy. He would fall or trip or bash about and he had forgotten to take his watch off a few times while at work and broke the links. This time he had caught his wrist in the jeep door and luckily, his watch saved him from a broken wrist but the glass on the face had smashed.

He needed another one.

"What does that boy do with them?" Athena ticked her head to the side and pointed ahead of them at a jewellery shop. They could find Evan a new watch after they had a drink. (Y/n) knew what type Evan liked and how many links he needed so it wasn't too tight or too loose.

"God knows," (Y/n) muttered back but she was relieved to head over to the food court. She wasn't too pleased at how busy it looked, though. Crowds and (Y/n) didn't work together very well.

"Okay, you find a table and I'll go order. What would you like?"

"Anything with ice please." (Y/n) didn't care what drink she had as long as she had something cold, preferably with a full cup of ice cubes tossed in. She needed to cool down before she combusted.

She felt Athena's hand on her back and a kiss against the back of her hair before they parted in different directions.

(Y/n) glanced around but it was like she was seeing her surroundings but not fully taking them in. She needed to find an empty table but her mind wasn't focusing. All she could see were gleaming white tables and a range of lime green and brick red plastic chairs dotted all around her. It looked like she was walking through hundreds of sets of traffic lights.

Finally, a table on the left corner of the food court looked to be empty and (Y/n) made a stumbling beeline towards it. She slung her bag down to the floor and dropped her weight down into a red chair that scraped horribly against the polished floor when she went to sit down.

She folded her arms on the small circular table and leaned her chin on her arm, trying to find something to focus on and look at.

There was a small wooden fence around the perimeter of the food court with lots of multicoloured, fake flowers and green vines and tissue leaves dotted around. It looked lovely, but the colours were starting to blur together in (Y/n)'s eyes as if the shopping centre was a canvas and someone had thrown a bucket of water across the paint.

"Here you go honey- are you okay?"

(Y/n) pushed herself to sit up straight and lean back in her chair when Athena came back over with a drink in each hand.

"Hm, just a bit flushed. Thanks," She took the glass of lemonade she was handed and relished in the condensation clinging to her palm and coating her fingers. Ice. Just what she needed to cool her system down and try to perk herself back up again.

Last time she felt like this while she was out, a drink and something to eat had done the trick and made (Y/n) feel better.

(Y/n) took a sip of her drink, listening to the way the ice clinked together, but she quickly set the glass down when she felt her hands beginning to shake.

She moved both her hands to her stomach and bound her arms around her abdomen, trying to take deep, calming breaths to make the sudden horrid feeling go away. Whatever Athena started to say went in one ear and out the other. (Y/n) couldn't hear her anymore. She couldn't hear anything.

The sound of the other conversations surrounding them, the clicking of heels on polished tiled floor, the various automatic doors opening and closing. The rustling of bags clashing and banging together. None of it got through over the static building up in (Y/n)'s ears. She couldn't hear any of it.

When her eyes started to blur and she couldn't see Athena properly anymore, (Y/n) tried to say her name. She tried to call out and override the panic building up in her system but all that came out was a quiet, mumbling groan.

Her shoulders slumped and her body fell forwards, crashing into the table with such a loud thud that it stopped every passing conversation nearby.

Her arms stayed bound around her waist and when her weight shifted to the right, (Y/n) couldn't stop herself from falling off her chair. She didn't feel anything when her body collided with the floor and her legs got tangled between the table and the chair she had previously been sitting on. The way her head bashed into the floor seemed to flick a switch in (Y/n)'s brain and it kickstarted her hearing and shocked her body back into action.

She stayed slumped on the floor, but she could finally hear what Athena was starting to say and she could control herself enough to whimper and press her burning forehead into the freezing cold floor.

"(Y/n)? Honey, honey are you with me?" Athena crashed down to her knees and reached her hands out to carefully hold (Y/n)'s neck and tilt her head back so she could see her.

The girl she classed as her daughter didn't look good. Her eyes couldn't open properly and Athena could see her pupils rolling towards the back of her head. Sweat flushed her exposed skin and the heat was coming off of her in waves. A light tremble had set across her system, shaking her arms against her stomach and causing her legs to jitter against the floor as she writhed and tried to move.

"Shh, stay still, let me look at you." She pressed the back of her hand against (Y/n)'s temple. She had a fever. When her fingertips pushed down over (Y/n)'s pulse, she could feel each thundering beat of her heart that was going way too fast to be considered normal range. "Can you tell me what hurts, honey?"

She brushed her thumb across (Y/n)'s cheek and tried to smile at her while her other hand fumbled in her back pocket for her phone.

When Athena lifted her head, she could feel her upper lip curling in distaste. People were starting to crowd and gather round, some were even taking their phones out and snapping pictures, but none of them were helping. Her daughter was clearly in agony and distress and all these onlookers thought it was okay to watch and gawp without giving any sort of assistance.

"You." She pointed at a woman close by who was staring and holding both hands to her chest. "Go find security and get a first-aider down here, now. Everyone else, I want you to step back and evacuate this food court. All of you, out now."

The woman in question grabbed her handbag and bolted to find the nearest person who worked here. This was a large shopping centre with two floors and thousands of square foot to cover. There would be a lot of security on each floor and they would have selected first aid workers and probably their own medics on standby for this sort of emergency.

And Athena didn't want everyone crowding round and watching her daughter while she was in distress like this, it wasn't fair. They could all leave and make room for when help arrived and stop overpowering the scene.

(Y/n) uncurled a trembling arm from her waist and flapped her hand out until she managed to grab Athena's wrist. She coiled her arm close to her chest and groaned before she started to gag. She was going to be sick.

"Alright, into the recovery position you go, honey."

(Y/n) let herself go limp and her eyes closed when Athena held her leg and her shoulders and carefully rolled her over onto her left side. She straightened (Y/n)'s legs out for her and tilted her head forward. (Y/n) could feel Athena's knees pushing into her back and her hand stayed on the back of her neck for support just as (Y/n) threw up.

"There we go," She rubbed her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm for a few seconds, and when (Y/n) finished, Athena scrolled through her phone.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"This is seargent Athena Grant, I need paramedics to the lower level food court in the West Side shopping centre. My daughter's collapsed, she's feverish, barely conscious and she's throwing up."

"Paramedics are two minutes away and being redirected to you. What's her name?"

"(Y/n) Buckley." Reaching down, Athena started to smooth her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm again to keep her calm and try to comfort her. But when she tilted her head down, her lips pressed together tightly and her breath got caught in her lungs. "She's starting to bleed."

Athena could see a patch of blood smeared into the back of (Y/n)'s leggings and around her inner thighs. It wasn't much or drastic, but even a small drop of blood was a bad indicator and signified that this was more than some sort of stomach bug or a sickness fever.

"E-Evan… dad," (Y/n) kept her left arm bolted tight around her lower abdomen that felt like it was on fire. But her right hand clutched onto Athena's wrist and held so tightly Athena had no choice but to lean her chest over (Y/n)'s back and arm.

"I'll call them when we get you to the hospital, honey. I promise, I'll get them to meet us there." She wasn't calling either of the boys until she knew what was wrong with (Y/n) and had spoken to a doctor first. Then she could tell them to get down to the hospital without frightening them. She had to have some answers first.

It didn't take long for the paramedics to reach them. By then, most of the onlookers and crowds were hovering just outside the fence of the food court.

(Y/n) let Athena ease her onto her back again, ready for the medics to assess and move her. And she kept one arm pressing into her waist while her other hand stayed tightly clutching Athena so she knew she was still here with her.

"It's alright, help is here now."

***

"Athena! W-what's happened, where is she?"

Evan couldn't catch his breath properly as he and Bobby weaved down the corridor until they found Athena.

They had only just got back off a three-hour call when Bobby went into his office and realised he had half a dozen missed calls from his wife. She couldn't tell him what was wrong. All she knew was that (Y/n) had collapsed and was now in the emergency room getting tests done.

As soon as it registered in Bobby's mind, he ran into action. He found Hen and told her she was in charge for the remainder of the shift and grabbed Evan, telling him they had a personal emergency and needed to go.

Evan glanced his eyes around the corridor but he could feel his heart jumping up into his throat. They weren't in the emergency room anymore. The receptionist had told them to go down this corridor and follow the signs for X-ray and they would find (Y/n) and Athena halfway down the corridor. But there were no cubicles or rooms here.

They were in a seemingly abandoned corridor with the X-ray department at the end of the hall and two other halls leading to the operating theatre and one leading to the MRI unit.

Where was (Y/n)?

Evan's heart thundered against his ribs when Athena pressed her hand into his chest to stop him from wandering off or going on a rampage to find his wife.

He could see she was close to crying. She had been swirling her ring around her finger which was a worry sign for her and the way she bit her lip and looked up at Evan was another bad sign. Usually he was used to his mother in law frowning at him or telling him off for doing something reckless. She never usually had a reason to be calm and gentle with him.

"She's gone into surgery." Athena looked up at Bobby as his face fell and his shoulders dropped down.

Why was his daughter in surgery? What had happened today while the boys had been at work?

"Surgery? Why?"

Athena didn't know what was wrong when she called them, all she knew was (Y/n) had had bloods taken, been put on a drip and was having scans to see what the cause of her pain was. How had things gone from that to surgery in less than an hour?

"Sit down."

Shudders jumped along Evan's back and he slumped himself down into one of the plastic chairs. This couldn't be anything good.

He watched Athena sit in between him and bobby so she was close to both of them, but Evan hated how she reached across and took hold of his hand. She was trying to comfort him and he didn't like it. Why did he need to be soothed and calmed down like this? What was she going to tell him?

"They did bloods and an ultrasound… (Y/n) was pregnant, but she's had a miscarriage."

Athena pursed her lips and tightened her hold on Evan's hand when his face fell completely.

That wasn't right. Evan would have known. (Y/n) would have told him if she was pregnant or if she suspected she was. She wouldn't leave him in the dark and not tell him. He should have stayed home this morning. He should have made (Y/n) stay home with him too and looked after her and checked if she was okay. He should have examined her better and made her see a doctor earlier.

"She didn't know, and… it didn't come away properly, she got an infection. They had to take her to surgery to remove the tissue and she will be on antibiotics so she won't develop sepsis. As soon as she's out of surgery, the doctor will come and get us and you can both go and see her."

When Evan stood up, both Athena and Bobby worried that he was going to try and bolt down to the operating room and find (Y/n) for himself. Or that he was about to turn and leave, too overwhelmed by this information to sit around and let it sink in.

Neither of them were expecting him to lash out and smash his fist into the wall with enough force to break the plaster and leave a crumbling indent.

When he did it again, hard enough to split his knuckles and splatter blood across the plaster, Bobby rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around Evan. He reeled his son back into his chest but he took a step back when Evan turned and deadlocked him in a hug.

Evan held Bobby like the world was about to crash and burn around them and he didn't know what he was meant to do.

"It's okay."

But it wasn't. How was any of this okay?

***

"Do you still feel sick?" Evan pushed the bathroom door aside and crouched down behind (Y/n) with his hands clasped together between his knees and his lips pressed into a thin line.

He didn't like seeing his wife knelt on the floor in front of the toilet, unsure if she was going to be sick or not.

He knew the antibiotics the doctors had given her weren't agreeing with her. They were doing the job clearing up her infection and preventing it from spreading or from her body developing sepsis. But the tablets were making (Y/n) feel sick and dizzy and giving her hot flushes.

"Hm. Haven't thrown up yet though."

Small mercies.

(Y/n) pressed her hands down on the rim of the toilet and tried to push herself up but all she wanted to do was lay down and curl up so she could sleep.

"Good. Come here baby." Evan cupped his hands over her hips and stood behind her, gently turning her around until she was facing him and he smiled softly when (Y/n) leaned forward. She tipped her forehead down into his chest and gripped his biceps tightly to keep herself upright.

"You don't have to carry me, you know."

(Y/n) didn't want to rely on Evan like this. She didn't want him to have to help her up and down the stairs and do the cooking when they usually shared the jobs around the apartment. She didn't like relying on him like this.

"I want to. You're not well, so I'm gonna take care of you."

(Y/n) let herself go limp so Evan could move her easily. He cupped her wrists and lifted her arms to curl them around his neck. Then his hand moved down to hold her chin and let her chin rest on his shoulder as he leaned down to be level with her.

His hands cupped the back of her thighs and he lifted her up with ease, securing her legs around his torso so she was sitting on his hips. He kept one arm around her bum and his other hand cupped the back of her neck as he leaned to smother his lips against her temple.

It wasn't as if (Y/n) was asking or forcing Evan to look after her. He wanted to. He wanted to do whatever he could to look after his wife and nothing she could say would change his mind on this.

He headed out the bathroom and walked slowly towards the living room where they had been laid all morning. For the last two days since he brought (Y/n) home, they had been cooped up in bed. But Evan thought it was better to stay downstairs now so (Y/n) was closer to the bathroom if she felt sick and be near the kitchen for drinks and food.

And he knew Bobby and Athena and probably Maddie would be popping round in the next few days. They had all agreed to give the couple a few days alone together and Evan told them he was fine looking after (Y/n) on his own. But he knew they would want to see (Y/n) now and check she was okay and on the mend.

When he reached the sofa, Evan dug his hand into (Y/n)'s thigh and kept her secured on his hips so he could turn around and ease down onto the sofa with (Y/n) on his lap.

He slouched down and propped his feet up on the coffee table, loosening his arms enough so (Y/n) could move around and get comfy. She shimmied so she was sat on his lap, her legs stretched out across the other side of the sofa and her head tucked back into his chest. He could feel her breaths fanning through his shirt while her arms stayed curled around his neck and he just knew she had her eyes closed.

With his right arm curled around (Y/n)'s waist, Evan tilted his head to the side and moved his other hand to her shirt.

He liked the fact that (Y/n) was living in his clothes since they came home. She was wearing his loungewear shorts and plain grey shirt that slipped off her shoulders.

"Can I?" He murmured softly and when (Y/n) nodded, Evan rolled her shirt up and feathered his fingers across her stitches.

She had two small incisions in her abdomen with three stitches on each to keep them together. In two weeks, the stitches should dissolve naturally, but Evan wanted to make sure they weren't coming loose or becoming infected.

"They don't hurt, do they? You don't feel too bad?"

"I'm okay." (Y/n) feathered her fingers up and down the back of Evan's neck, but she felt the way he tensed. And the way he sighed as he kissed her temple told her he either didn't believe her or wasn't happy.

"You had surgery, that doesn't class as being okay." Evan kept his lips against her temple as he pulled his hand away from her stomach to cradle the side of her face. "I could have lost you."

He let his body slouch down and tipped his head forward until his nose was buried in her hair and his lips were merged against her temple.

If (Y/n) didn't collapse when she did, if her infection went unnoticed for a while longer, they wouldn't be sitting here. Evan might still be sat in the hospital holding her hand and praying she would pull through. She could of gotten sepsis from that infection and she could of been seriously ill or even dead by now. And Evan had no idea.

He had no idea she was that ill or that she was pregnant or had lost a baby she had no idea about.

Evan didn't like it. He wanted a sign. He wanted to know if he had missed the signs, if he should of been looking out for signs to tell him his wife wasn't well. He should of looked after her better so she wouldn't have needed surgery in the first place.

"But I'm here, Evan… just without a baby, this time." (Y/n) moved her hand from his neck to cup the side of his face and drag her thumb along his jaw. She pushed up from his chest and pressed a slow, tender kiss against his freshly shaved cheek as he tensed beneath her. "I'm s-"

"If you're about to apologise, we're gonna fall out." Evan tightened both his arms around (Y/n)'s middle and pulled her tighter into his chest until it felt like she was about to suffocate him.

He didn't want her apologising. Not when she hadn't done anything wrong. (Y/n) couldn't help getting sick, she couldn't help miscarrying or the fact that she didn't know she was pregnant and Evan would fall out with her if she tried to apologise to him or anyone else for something that wasn't her fault.

"Just wish I knew, you know? I might of gone to a doctor if I knew, I wouldn't of caused such a scene-"

"Baby, you didn't cause a scene, you were ill. I don't want you saying sorry or thinking like that. This shit just happens, but it's not happening again. I won't let it. If you're pregnant again, we'll know and it will go smoothly."

Evan was taken by surprise when (Y/n)'s hand moved to his jaw and she tilted his head in her direction so she could steal his lips in a kiss.

The touch was sudden but welcomed and inviting and Evan pulled her lower lip between his teeth and drank her in. He panted against her lips until he was seeing stars and the noise from the tv turned into nothing but background static.

And when (Y/n) pulled back to try and gasp for air, Evan cupped her wrist and moved her hand up from his jaw to loop it around the back of his neck again. (Y/n) scratched her nails against the short hairs at the back of his neck until Evan was clenching his jaw and leaning into her so there was no space between them. And his lips found hers, stealing them away.

(Y/n) could feel herself going lightheaded again, especially when Evan seemed to draw all the air out of her lungs and gulp it down for himself. His warm lips smothered hers and bit her lower lip until he was going to leave a bruise in his wake, but (Y/n) didn't care.

All she wanted was to stay wrapped up in Evan's arms. Forever.

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summer, night | choi beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x f!reader wc: 1.9k

summary: when your date ends up being crashed by a thunderstorm, you have no choice but to camp out in your boyfriends car. luckily, he knows just what to do to pass time.

warnings/tags: fluff, smut, unprotected sex, very soft - not so descriptive smut, fingering, pet names (baby, pretty) idk thats it

note: my last re-upload i think?? this is from my deleted account yunho-mp3, so if it seems familiar that's whyyyyhfiawghkrebk. i think ill die if i write another summary

“beomgyu,” you whine, ”i seriously can't do this!”

beomgyu comes to a slow stop on his skateboard, kicking the board up and holding it with one hand. he turns around and faces you, seeing that you were still about fifteen feet behind him, he grins widely.

“baby, it's not as hard as you're making it out to be.”

“it is!” you reply, falling to a crouch dramatically. “it’s not fair, you are just a pro. i can’t even balance on the stupid thing without you holding me.”

beomgyu makes his way towards you, the grin on his face never falling. “do you want me to hold you then?”

you look up at him and scoff.

“stand up, pretty.” he takes you hand in his and balances you back onto the board. “you’re doing fine, you just keep freaking yourself out and it messes you up.”

he lets go of your hands, leaving you to balance by yourself. beomgyu crouches at your feet, softly moving your feet as you grab onto his shoulders for support. when he stands up again, you feel comfortable in your stance.

“does that feel better?” he asks you. you nod your head in reply and he turns to step back onto his board to demonstrate. “when you want to move, keep this foot planted on the board - make sure to keep your weight on it too.”

you slowly copy his movements, flailing your arms in the process in fear that you’ll fall if you don't.

“don’t do that either,” beomgyu catches your arm, setting it down by your side, “you’ll lose balance quicker and lose focus of the weight on your board. now watch, baby.”

beomgyu slowly gains speed on his skateboard, making sure to stay as slow as possible while demonstrating his movements clearly for you. “your turn. slowly.”

he sits there as he waits for you to start moving, but you remain frozen, staring at the cement in front of you. you were beyond thankful it was later and beomgyu had brought you to a smaller, more quieter skatepark.

“can you just-” you pause, motioning your arms towards yourself. “please?”

beomgyu lets out a faint sigh as he makes his way towards you once more. you smile to yourself when he places his hands on your waist, “ready?”

“yes!”

beomgyu holds you upright as you start to press down onto the ground to move. you start slowly so you can gain balance and momentum (and so your boyfriend can keep right next to you) but after a minute, beomgyu has let go of you, unnoticed, and soon you were gliding smoothly around the park.

“oh my god, babe!” you shout. beomgyu watches, smiling wide at the way you weren’t freaking out. “i’m doing it!”

“see! i knew you could do it.” he shouts back. “slow down a little, baby, i want to ride next to you.”

slowly but surely, even after a few accidents, you and beomgyu were side by side skating - holding hands at some points and laughing with each other when one of you (mostly you) would trip up and fall off the board.

half an hour later, you and your boyfriend were sitting side by side along one of the ramps in the park, dangling your legs against the drop. the park had emptied out not long ago and you both became tired after skating for a few hours straight.

beomgyu had many hobbies, from music to photography, and one of them was skating. it wasn’t something he did often but he had mentioned wanting to teach you on your first date together. now, fast forward almost 5 months later, he finally got to.

“i can’t wait for you to get really good at this so we can skate in my favorite spots together,” he suddenly says, his breath showing in the cold air. “and so you can do sick tricks and i can totally film them then post them to show off how i totally got you to that point.”

“oh, you’re so romantic, beomgyu.” you know your shoulders against his.

he lets chuckles quietly, muttering how he’s just that good of a teacher.

“but you’re right, it gets easier when i stop thinking about how i'm constantly going to fall.”

you fall deep into conversation, resting your head on his shoulders as you watch him fiddle with the digital camera in his hands. beomgyu brought it to record small parts of the date and take pictures of you both. it’s only been five months since he had asked you to officially be his girlfriend, but you were sure he would be the one you were to spend the rest of your days with.

you flinch when you feel small droplets of water hit your hand, looking up, you can see the sky softly light up from lightning.

“was it supposed to storm tonight?” you ask beomgyu.

he digs in his back pocket for his phone, pulling up the weather app when he retrieves it.

“i could've sworn it was going to be clear skies tonight,” beomgyu replies, flashing his screen towards you, “look. It’s supposed to storm for the next few hours.”

you sit up and stretch your shoulders, rolling your head around to stretch your neck, “well, let’s get back before it starts here. movie at mine?”

“sure. i parked kind of far so we should go like… right now.” a loud thunderclap strikes when he finishes his sentence, making you and beomgyu both jump at the sound.

as you both make your way to beomgyu’s car, the wind picks up and rain falls harder, urging you to speed walk. not even seconds pass before puddles are forming and the rain is coming down harshly. you and beomgyu are practically running and screaming, spitting out profanities when you reach his car and it’s not immediately unlocking when he clicks his fob.

“it’s freezing!” you squeal out, reaching for the knobs inside to turn the heat on. you scream and hide your face in your hands when cold air blows out instead of hot, uncovering your face when the vents start warming up.

“god, it’s fucking pouring.” beomgyu states.

“we probably shouldn’t drive right now.” you say, watching large puddles form in the parking lot. you turn in your seat to face beomgyu, who was already staring at you. “what?”

“you look really pretty tonight.”

you mess with the sleeve of your sweater, blushing at his sudden words. beomgyu taps at his phone, eventually finding a calming playlist to play, setting his phone down on the center console. you continue to observe beomgyu, your gaze catching onto his strong facial features. his long, fluffy hair that was slightly damp from running in the rain - it was your favorite physical attribute of his, you could lay for hours treading your fingers through his hair, the best part was that he’d always let you.

“you too.” beomgyu shoots you a confused glance.

“you also look really pretty tonight.” you whisper.

“i tried. took me all day to get my hair like this and took me three days to pick these.” he replies, motioning towards his ripped jeans.

you giggle and swat beomgyu’s shoulder, “i should refrain from complimenting you.”

“wait baby, noo, compliment me more!” you shake your head no at his pleas, calling him egotistical. beomgyu leans closer to you, resting his elbows on the console in between you both. “tell me i’m pretty again.”

you place your hands on both of his cheeks, squeezing them softly. “you’re soo pretty, my love. the prettiest ever!”

he laughs loudly at your praises, “outsold. ate. face card never declining.. well, sometimes.”

“hey!”

you giggle at his response.

“what do you mean sometimes?” beomgyu whines. “mean girl.”

you close the gap in between the two of you, gently laying a kiss on his soft lips. when you pull away, beomgyu goes in for more. “how should we pass time?” he asks in between kisses.

“i feel like you already have something in mind.”

“we don’t have to, baby. we are in a parking lot so i understand.” he mutters against your lips.

“only if you don’t want to.”

beomgyu shakes his head, “get back there, cutie.”

you smile, climbing over the center console and yelping when beomgyu suddenly pinches your thigh with his nails. he follows you to the back seat, immediately landing his lips on yours before he even situates himself. you comb your fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. beomgyu wastes no time sliding his hands up and under your flowy miniskirt, grabbing your hips from underneath the material and pulling you under him.

you let out a quiet moan when beomgyu suddenly grinds into you, the material of his jeans creating more friction. beomgyu trails wet kisses down your neck, pulling the collar of your sweater down to reach your collarbones, sucking at your skin every so often.

“was this your plan?” you breathe out, your boyfriend looking up and smirking at you.

“do you mean the rain?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“the sex in the c-” your sentence coming to a stop when beomgyu suddenly lays the pads of his fingers under your panties, circling your clit.

“sorry? i didn’t quite get that, baby.” you roll your eyes and bring him back to your lips, passion burning through more than before as he continues to work you with his fingers.

despite not even being together for half a year, beomgyu knew how to work your body perfectly - even with just his hands he can have you falling apart. it’s no wonder why you found yourself falling head over heels for him so fast. the knot in your stomach grew tighter as beomgyu continued his pace, occasionally slipping his fingers in your warmth, stretching and curling them inside of you.

“mh- beomgyu, almost.” you moan against his lips.

“go ahead, pretty.” you arch into him as your orgasm hits you, whining into beomgyu’s neck as he rides you through it.

“i don’t have a condom, baby. do you?” he asks.

you shake your head rapidly, whimpering and grabbing at his jeans, “don’t care, just need you please, gyu.”

soon enough, beomgyu is thrusting inside of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you take his length. one hand lays under your sweater as the other is against the window to steady himself.

“so good, baby, you’re so good,” he groans, “so pretty and perfect for me.”

it’s not before long when you’re reaching your second high as beomgyu reaches his, falling into your neck as he cums inside of you, groaning and slowing his thrusts to a stop. you try to catch your breath as you run your fingers through his hair, tugging softly as a way to let him know not fall asleep despite the compromising position. he sits up, leaving a few more soft kisses on you.

“you look beautiful like this.” he said, rubbing your side softly. you chuckle and mutter a soft thank you, wincing when he suddenly pulls out to clean both you and himself up.

the rain hadn’t stopped, but it had gotten way lighter. you laid against beomgyu, comparing his hand size to yours as you both watched the rain continue to hit the windshield.

“gyu?” you break the comforting silence.

“yeah?”

“thank you for choosing me.”

your eyes meet each other, and you can almost see the genuine love he has for you within his. the way his gaze meets yours is nothing but soft and full of love and adoration for you.

“i should really be thanking you, my pretty girl.” beomgyu replies, voice barely above a whisper as he lays a kiss against your head. “i love you. let’s go watch that movie at your place, yeah?”

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princessbrunette · 16 days

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outlaw!johnb had tried not to take advantage of your sweet body during his stay. what transpired between the two of you on the evening you met felt wrong. not-gentlemanly. like he’d taken advantage of someone sweet and sheltered. he’d been determined to keep his hands to himself until the time was right once more, but as your parents extended their stay away — leaving the house for the two of you to be alone in even longer, he found it increasingly more difficult to do so. especially when you were so keen on playing house.

you’d settled into a routine. john b would get up and tend to the ‘handyman’ things that needed to be tended to, like fixing the fence that had been destroyed in the storm or odd jobs around the house, and you would do all the domestic stuff — like cleaning, preparing meals, tending to the animals. today was laundry day, and clearly the routledge boy was ill prepared for what this meant.

whilst hammering away at the planks of wood beneath the blistering sun, the wavy haired brunette raises his head to see you appearing not far from him, a laundry basket balanced on your hip, wearing the flimsiest, shortest white sundress known to man. he allows his gaze to wander, offering you a small smile when you wave. you set your basket down to begin hanging up laundry on the line to dry, and as you bend down to retrieve the first clean clothing item — a warm breeze gently blows your dress astray, displaying your glistening cunt. john b tips his head towards the sky, closing his eyes with a pained groan. there would be no stopping him.

he tried, for a solid minute — but as he continued to watch you bend, your folds gently spreading each time you did so, he grew hard beneath the hot sun and decided enough was enough. he’d give you what you’d been pawing at him for all week.

“uh, are you kidding? you’ve got to be doing this on purpose. right?” that familiar chesty hum comes from behind you as you hang up a dress and you freeze, a gentle breeze washing over you.

“s’laundry day, john b.” you shrug, not daring to turn around. you wasn’t sure if you could control your lustful gaze.

“yeah? okay well — the lack of underwear is definitely gonna make this a lot easier.” he mutters as he strides closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his crotch to your ass. “touch your toes, sweetheart.” he commands and you shakily do so with an aroused whimper.

he decides it’s not enough, and when you’re fully bent at the waist, he gives you a gentle nudge forward and you topple onto your knees in the plush grass. “yep, stay riiiight there.” his words are somehow comforting as you hear his belt buckle unlock and his zipper come down. he pulls your dress up your back and swears under his breath at your puffy wet pussy staring back at him. “definitely… knew what you were doing there, huh.” he speaks mostly to himself.

“can you please try n’give me a baby this time, daddy?” you mewl, as he lines himself up and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“please shut up.” he blurts out before opening them. “i mean, uh… just… you can’t say those things sweetheart. trying real hard not to be too rough here.” he pushes in and your toes curl in the grass, a high pitch squeal leaving you as you grasp around at nothing. “i know, hey— stick with me here lil’ pup.” he coaches you, watching the way your body tries its best to relax. john b was big, and taking him with your ass in the air and your cheek in the dirt made him feel heaps bigger.

he bottoms out, tipping his hips completely forward with two hands on your lower back and his jaw agape. “wow.” he breathes out, staring intently at the way you’re stretched around his thickness. he’s snapped from his trance by your head craning round, some dirt on your cheek and grass in your hair.

“john b, the cows are gonna watch you give me a baby.” you’re pouting, and whilst the whole innocent act turns him on — he needed to lock in or he’d really cum inside you again. without much thought, he yanks his bandana from his neck and stuffs it into your mouth before gently pushing your cheek back to the grass.

“there you go. just hold on for me, okay?” he asks before he starts to thrust, bottoming out each time making his thighs slap against your ass cheeks. with each thrust, you let out a devastating little sound — pussy drooling around him. “see? gooood girl. you really like the whole mean, ruffian, outlaw thing, huh? soaking me here, bub.”

#john b prompt #outlaw!johnb #hold me kiss me universe

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tasteleeknow · 1 year

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º.☆・ ⇢ HURT/COMFORT WITH SKZ

genre: fluff, angst. content warnings: insecurities, depression, jealousy, fear of the dark, accidental injury, minor illness, alcohol use, driving anxiety word count: 4.6k (500 each)

a/n: my first ot8 post as a little thank you for 2k! i appreciate you so much both for reading and leaving feedback. hope you enjoy this too!

CHAN — his insecurities are getting to him

“But…you said we could go today…” you mutter, struggling to keep the disappointment from your voice. You’d been looking forward to this day all week. Your boyfriend had promised you’d finally go to the art exhibition in the city. It would be ending soon and then it would be gone forever.

Your boyfriend looks up from where he is hunched over his desk, where he had been scribbling something in a notebook. “I just can’t today.”

“Is it work?”

He looks back at the paper, pen halted. “No.”

“What’s so important that it has to be done today?”

“Go with Hyunjin instead.”

You take a step back, caught off guard. “What?”

“Hyunjin likes art, I’m sure he’d be stoked to go with you.”

You instinctively look down at your phone, having just texted your roommate minutes earlier. “Yeah, he probably would. But I want to go with you.”

Chan stands from his desk, keeping his back to you. You watch as he fiddles with his pen for a moment before dropping it and finally turning to face you. “Do you really?”

You frown, walking over to him and adjusting his necklace where it had twisted around his neck. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want to do something with my boyfriend?”

He’s quiet for a moment.. Most of the time he just speaks, letting whatever he was thinking out—no filters or barriers. You loved him for it, for speaking his mind so freely. These moments when he was clearly preparing his words before voicing them are rare, so you wait. You wait, knowing he was taking a moment to gather his thoughts and that any interruption would throw him off track.

“Do you ever wonder if someone else would be better for you? If we don’t…click as well as we should?” he finally says, eyes cast down.

You drop your hands from his necklace, the one you’d gifted for his previous birthday. “No,” you answer without hesitation. “Do you?”

“Can you…think about it for a moment… before answering. It’s important.”

“I don’t need to think about it. I’m being honest. I’ve never wondered that and I’ve never had any doubts about you. About us.” You watch as his brows draw together, clearly lost in thought again. “Have you?” you ask him again.

“I wonder…if someone like Hyunjin might make you happier.”

You glance at the desk, where the notebook lays open—his scribbled handwriting filling the page. “Have you been feeling bad again?” you ask.

He looks over his shoulder, following your eyeline. He takes a step back to close the book. You step up to him, trailing your hand up his chest to rest over his heart. “It’s okay, I wasn’t trying to read it. I just…want you to tell me when you’re feeling bad. So I can be here for you.”

He takes a step away from you, your hand dropping from his chest. “But that’s the problem. I’m always having these episodes; days where I don’t want to leave the house or where I feel so low I feel like I bring you down with me.”

“Why are you writing?” you ask, a flicker of panic crossing his face at your question. “I’m not asking what you’re writing. Just why you’re doing it.”

“Because…it…makes it better. Helps.”

“You’re working on it. You’re doing things you’ve been taught will help you get better and that’s why it’s not a problem. You love me and I love you and we are working on ways to be better people because we love each other. Right?”

“I do… want to be better for you,” he says, pressing his own hand over his heart.

“And for you?”

A small smile crosses his lips. “And for me.”

You match his smile, stepping close so you can wrap your arms around him. “I love you now and I’ll love you when you love yourself too.” His arms tighten around you. “I can’t wait,” you finish.

MINHO — you’re afraid of the dark

“400,” you announce, grinning at your boyfriend across the table.

A grumble of thunder distracts his attention to the window behind you before he looks at you again. “Why the fuck is it 400?”

“I own all 4,” you say, pointing to your monopoly cards.

“This game is stupid.”

“It was invented as a critique of landlords and capitalism, it’s meant to be stupid.”

“Be a nice landlord and give me a free pass.”

“No. Pay up.”

He grumbles, slapping the money in your palm just as your apartment goes dark. You yelp, dropping the paper money and reaching blindly across the table until you feel your boyfriends arm.

“Blackout,” he says, stating the obvious. He stands from the table before you have a proper grip, leaving you stranded. You stand, feeling around the table for him.

“Where are you? Minho?”

“Just getting my phone,” he replies, already sounding much too far away.

You reach out into the darkness, relying purely on your memory of your apartment to navigate. “Come back, please. Minho! Please.”

“Boo,” he whispers, right at your side. You grip his arm, too relieved to be mad at him for attempting to make you jump. The screen from his phone lights up his face, then he turns on his torch.

“I’m gonna find some candles, you wanna stay here?”

“No.”

“I can get your phone? Won’t be dark.”

“Wanna come.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Poor baby.”

“Shut up.”

You keep your arm on his as he leads you through to the kitchen, standing right by him as he crouches down to dig through a drawer. You hold the torch for him until he stands, holding a few candles and a matchbox.

“Where do you wanna set up camp? Are we finishing the game?”

You shake your head.

“Bath?” he suggests.

“In the dark?”

He holds the candles up. “Come on.”

He leads you to the bathroom and you’re forced to let go of him as he sets up the candles and leans into the tub to turn the water on. You turn to look behind you occasionally, the pitch black hallway making you feel uneasy.

Minho’s breath tickles your neck as he comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Would you like help?” he asks, fingers moving to fiddle with the buttons on your jeans.

You look up at the dark doorway. “Could you... shut that?”

He kisses your cheek then moves around you to shut the door as you pull your clothes off. The room is barely lit, the reflection of the candles in the mirror making the small bathroom seem much bigger. He pulls his shirt over his head as he approaches you.

“You’re alright, I’ve got you. Yeah?” You nod and he leans around you to turn the water off. “Hop in.”

You lower yourself into the warm water, watching as your boyfriend removes the rest of his clothes. You shuffle aside to make room as he joins you, lying back so his head rests on the soft neck rest you’d bought him for christmas. He hold his arms up, beckoning you onto him. “C’mere.”

You climb over him, pressing your chest against his and resting your head on his shoulder—just above the waterline. His arms wrap around you.

“Good?” he asks.

You close your eyes, surrounded by warmth. The darkness feels far away. “Mm, good.”

CHANGBIN — he accidentally hurts you

It was an old injury, so old you’d only ever mentioned it in passing once. You’d get a twinge in your wrist occasionally but apart from that, you practically forgot about it yourself. That’s why when your boyfriend challenges you to an arm wrestle, you don’t hesitate to say yes. You were equally competitive, you challenged each other to silly little games constantly.

“You’re not gonna let me win?”

“Have I ever?”

“Fair.” You settle yourself over the counter, opposite him. He presses his palm to the smooth surface, offering an example for you to mirror. He grasps your hand in his, pulling you over the counter a little more so he can press a kiss to the back of your hand. “Ok, ready,” he says, allowing you to resume your starting position.

“What’s that?” you ask, pointing over his shoulder with your free hand. As soon as he turns his head you start, pulling with all your strength. You manage to get him halfway down to the counter before he stops you, easily turning the tables. He puts more strength into it than he needs to, thrown off by your headstart. A sharp pain runs up your arm as your hand slams into the counter.

You pull your hand back to your chest, cradling it against your body as you scrunch your eyes shut—waiting for the pain to dull. It’ll pass, it’ll pass… you repeat to yourself. A soft touch on your shoulder alerts you to the fact Changbin has moved around the counter to your side. “Just a sec,” you mutter, unable to speak properly until the pain has dulled.

“Let me see,” he says, sounding stoic. He sounds so calm that you’re completely caught off guard when you look up at him and see his eyes watery. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him cry. It’s so shocking it distracts you entirely from the now dull wrist pain.

You let him lift your hand gently as you watch his face. “Can you move it?” he says, inspecting your skin as if tracking down the source of your pain would remedy it.

“Yeah, it’s fine. It’s just that old injury flaring up.” You pull your hand from him easily, the hold he has on you so gentle it offers no resistance.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You lift his chin with your fingers, his gaze pointed towards the floor. “Was just karma for trying to cheat,” you say, a small smile on your face as you attempt to lighten the mood.

It doesn’t work, your boyfriend's eyes fix on your wrist—his eyes reminding you of a kicked puppy. You give him no warning when you jump on him, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands come to support you naturally, a reflexive response to the way you’d greet him every day.

“Wasn’t your fault,” you mumble against his neck. “I’d forgotten about it too, honestly. S’okay.”

“Does it still hurt?”

You pull back from him enough to hold the inside of your wrist up to his mouth. His eyes flick between yours, confused for a moment. Then he brings his lips to your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your wrist.

“Not anymore,” you whisper, offering him a small smile before replacing your wrist with your lips—pressing lightly against his.

HYUNJIN — he thinks you don’t love him as much as he loves you

Your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic. You loved that about him, truly. The only problem was when you felt like you struggled to meet his expectations; when you didn’t express your love in a way that fit with his love language. He would wilt.

“Jinnie? Please talk to me,” you encourage, lifting the blanket from your boyfriend's head. He rolls over to face the wall, ignoring you. You sigh, lying down next to him—resting your hands under your head as you stare at his back.

“It’s okay,” he says, still facing the wall. “I love you more than you love me, I just have to…accept it.”

You reach to grab his shoulder, forcing him to roll onto his back so you can crawl over him. You stroke his forehead gently, brushing away a non-existent lock of hair—a habit you hadn’t yet abandoned since he’d cut his hair short. “Stop saying that, it hurts me.”

His brows pull together as his plush lips press together firmly. “You said you needed space.”

“Yes, that is what I said. I didn’t say ‘I love you less than you love me’.”

He looks confused but he shifts a little, bringing his hands up to rest against your thighs. “I’ve never wanted space from you. I want you always.”

His cheeks are rosy and you can’t help brushing your thumbs across them, cradling his face in your hands. “If I had to see anyone else as much as I see you, I’d lose my mind. It’s because I love you so much that I ask for my own space so rarely,” you finish.

“Do I bother you? Is that why you asked?”

“Sometimes anything external irritates me. Anything. My clothes on my skin, a notification on my phone. I just need to be alone sometimes, completely. No notifications, no sound, no other person. Even you. Even though you’re my favourite person ever.”

“Ever?”

“Ever, ever,” you smile, moving one of your thumbs to brush over his lips. You pull his bottom lip down gently, he’s much more relaxed now. “We are different people, hm? It’d be boring if we were exactly the same.”

“Mm,” he agrees, pulling you down against him. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart as you rise and fall gently with his breath. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Sometimes…I get…scared that you could never feel…as much as I do. So one day you’ll just…have had enough of me and because I know that won’t happen for me…it feels like…a clock is ticking down.”

“You have to trust me. If you really love me, you’ll trust me when I tell you how I feel. I promise I’ll always be honest, hm?”

“Yeah,” he says, the vibration of his voice in his chest against your ear.

“I promise I love you,” you say, lifting your head to whisper against his lips.

“I promise I love you, too.”

JISUNG — takes care of you when you’re drunk

You stumble up the steps, fiddling with your keys as your friend drives away. You drop them just as the door opens, stumbling forward into Jisungs arms as you lose your balance trying to bend down. He catches you, holding you upright until you're steady. Then he bends down, snatching the keys and poking his head out to look down the street.

“Where’s your friend?”

You smile. “Left.”

He frowns. “Before I opened the door?”

You reach out to stroke his hair. “You look so cute when you’re worried.” You kick your shoes off, stumbling into your apartment until you find the couch. “What time is it?” you mumble, struggling not to fall sideways and sleep right there in the living room.

Your roommate drops the keys in the little box near the door before following you, dropping to his knees at your feet. You reach to pet his head again. “You’re a good friend,” you slur, giggling when he frowns. He lets you pull the corners of his mouth up into a smile then he stands, holding his hand out to help you up.

“Bed,” he says, grunting a little as he pulls you up—your legs practically jelly. You fall into his arms, resting your head on his shoulder. You almost fall asleep just trying to walk to your room, collapsing onto your bed the second Jisung releases you. You close your eyes, drifting in and out of consciousness as Jisung moves around the room.

He’s leaning over you, trying to touch your face. “Sleep,” you mumble, attempting to push his hand away. He holds your hand down on the bed.

“Just let me clean this off, yeah?” he says, attempting to wipe the makeup off your face. You relent, going limp to let him work.

“Sungie?”

“Mm?”

“You’re a good friend.”

“You’re completely off your head,” he laughs. “Will you remember this tomorrow?”

“Maaaybe.”

“Maybe,” he repeats, the cloth against your face halting for a moment. “Did you…meet anyone tonight?” he asks, resuming his makeup removal service.

“My friends,” you mumble.

“I meant…ya know…like flirted with anyone.”

You giggle, reaching for Jisung’s arm. “Do you flirt, Sungie?”

“No.”

“Whyy?”

“There’s no one I want to flirt with.”

You pout, sitting up and squishing his cheeks between your fingers. “That’s sad, poor Sungie.”

“I’m not sad. I’m happy.”

“You are?”

He reaches up to smooth down your hair. “Mm. I'm happy if you’re happy.”

“What if I’m sad?”

“Then I’ll find what’s making you sad and take it away.”

“You’re a good friend,” you yawn, falling back down onto your pillows. He leans down to press a kiss to your head. You reach out to grab his hand as he stands to leave. “Sungie?”

“Yes?”

“Am I a good friend?”

“You’re a good everything.”

“...a good everything?” you mumble through another yawn, closing your eyes as Jisung intertwines your fingers.

“Mm. You’re everything.”

FELIX — you’re burnt out from uni/work

“What do you want for dinner?” your boyfriend asks gently. He’d been overly gentle with you all day, treating you like a cornered kitten. You loved him, but every question he asked you was wearing away at you. He’d suggested going to your favourite park, the colourful flowers and gentle breeze often did your mindset wonders. You didn’t want to get dressed. He’d put on your comfort film, the background noise was nice—but not enough to distract you from the heavyweight in your chest.

“I don’t care.”

“Pizza?” he asks, knowing it was your favourite—your go-to option when you were feeling low. You say nothing, closing your eyes and resting your head back against the couch.

“Wanna go for a drive and pick it up?” Felix asks, making the decision for you.

“No.”

His gentle fingers trace across your knuckles, where you are gripping a pillow to your chest. You relax your grip.

“I’ll order then,” he says, sounding a little dejected. You lift your head. It feels heavy on your neck. You fall into your boyfriend's lap, head resting against his thighs.

“Thank you,” you whisper. His free hands come to your hair, stroking the strands gently just above your ear.

“Anything you need?”

“Just you,” you answer, closing your eyes again. The sound of the tv is the only noise in the room for the next 20 minutes, your boyfriend's fingers continuing their gentle ministrations in your hair.

When the doorbell rings he lifts your head gently, replacing his lap with a pillow so he can answer the door. He’s gone not even a minute. That’s all the time you need for your eyes to fill with tears, suddenly completely overwhelmed. He places the pizza on the table then kneels by your side.

“Okay?”

You open your mouth to speak, unable to get anything past your lips but an ugly sob. He jumps into action, lifting your head so he can resume his position on the couch. You press your face to his legs for a moment before lifting yourself to climb into his lap, wrapping yourself around him. “So tired,” you sob, his hand stroking up and down your back.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. I wish—I wish I could take it away.”

“Don’t—” you heave in a breath, already struggling to breathe through your uncontrollable sobbing. “Don’t leave.”

“Shhh. Not going anywhere, promise. Right here…just breathe.” His voice wobbles a little, prompting you to pull back to look at his face. “Breathe for me,” he finishes. His eyes are watery to match yours, his cheeks already wet from where his tears had spilled over.

You bring your hands to his cheeks, attempting to wipe them away. “Please don’t cry,” you sob.

He huffs out a laugh through his tears. “You cried first.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

His eyes soften, pulling your head back down to rest on his shoulder. “I know.” He lets you cry into his shoulder until your head hurts, finally lifting you from his lap so he can bring you a box of tissues. He takes one for himself. You take in the scene you both make, blowing your noses as your pizza sits cold on the coffee table.

Felix looks up at you, his nose bright red. You burst into laughter, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck again. “What’s funny?” he asks between sniffles.

“Just love you.”

SEUNGMIN — he comes home to find you sick

You’re faintly aware of a knock at the door, too unwell to even consider getting up to answer it. Instead you groan as you roll over, reaching for the bottle of water on the ground by the couch. You struggle to sit up, lifting your head just enough to sip from the lip of the bottle. The door opens just as you look across the room longingly at the fan, wishing you had the energy to turn it on and drag it over to blow directly in your face.

“Oh, you’re home. Why didn’t you—” your boyfriend pauses, taking in your sweaty form sprawled out on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

You’re suddenly overwhelmed, the exhaustion from looking after yourself all day catching up with you. You reach out towards him as your face crumbles, a sob escaping your throat. You don’t see him approach you, your eyes squeezed closed as you feel his arms wrap around you. He pulls you into his lap, guiding your head to his shoulder.

“You’re sick? Why didn’t you call?”

“You were busy,” you gasp between sobs.

He’s quiet, letting you gather yourself. It doesn’t take long, you don’t have the energy to cry. When you’re quiet he speaks again. “What do you need?”

“Don’t wanna be sick anymore,” you whine, knowing he couldn’t actually take it away but feeling much like you did as a child—begging your mum to make it stop.

“I know,” he says, palm rubbing up and down your back. “What else do you need?”

“Sleep.”

He stands, lifting you with him. Your legs dangle, too tired to cling to him like you usually do. He lowers your legs to the ground briefly so he can hook his arm under your legs and lift you properly. You wrap your arms around his neck weakly, relying on him entirely to hold you against him.

“Should’ve called,” he mutters, turning to manoeuvre through your bedroom doorway. He lowers you gently to the bed then disappears into your ensuite bathroom. You close your eyes, a small pained sound escaping your throat.

A cold cloth presses against your forehead and your eyes flutter open to take in the worried face of your boyfriend. “Have you taken anything?” he asks.

“This morning.”

He stands quickly, leaving the room without a word. When he returns he’s carrying a bottle of water and a small cup. “Swallow these,” he instructs, sitting down at the edge of the bed so he can help you sit. You do what he says, swallowing each tablet individually with a mouthful of water.

He places his hand at the back of your head to lower you back against the pillow. “Sleep.”

“Can’t sleep without you,” you mutter. He pulls his shirt over his head then crawls up next to you, wrapping his arm around you so he can pull you into him. “Do you think it’ll be gone when I wake?” you ask, trying to focus on the warm pressure of his body against your back.

“Definitely,” he answers, sounding completely sure of himself. You close your eyes as his lips press to your neck, drifting out of consciousness almost immediately.

JEONGIN — you panic while learning to drive

You’d been putting it off for years, the anxiety of learning to drive completely overwhelming. It wasn’t until your boyfriend offered to teach you that you finally worked up the courage. He made everything enjoyable, every grocery trip felt like a fun day out if you were with him.

“You’re ready to go out on the street,” he encourages again as your hands grip the wheel tightly. You’d only managed driving around an empty carpark so far. It was late on a Tuesday night, the streets were practically empty.

“I…don’t think I am.”

“I know you are.”

You turn to look at your boyfriend, his eyes shining behind his round glasses. You suck in a deep breath, attempting to loosen your grip on the wheel a little. You ease your foot off the break, rolling forward slightly before pressing the accelerator down slowly. Jeongin is quiet next to you, patient as always.

When you reach the exit you slam the breaks on, suddenly panicked by the open road ahead of you. “We’re going left,” your boyfriend says, still sounding totally calm and confident.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“I can’t, I really can’t.”

He rests his hand on your thigh. “Baby? Hey,” You take one hand off the wheel to grasp his hand. “You got it,” he finishes.

Your heart races in your chest as you grip the wheel with both hands again, a shiver running through your body. Jeongin talks to you as you turn out into the street, giving you calm instructions and gentle encouragement. It isn’t until a car pulls out and follows directly behind you that you start to really panic, their headlights shining directly into the car.

“The car,” you mutter, panic evident in your voice.

“Ignore them,” your boyfriend says. “You can turn left at the next street.” Your eyes keep flicking to the rear view mirror, another shiver running through your body. Then they honk and you break too fast, swerving to pull up the side of the road. The car honks again as they speed past you, leaving you gasping for breath as you try to stay calm.

A hand gently rests over yours and you look up to the man sitting in the passenger seat. He pulls his hoodie over his head. “Want me to take over?” he asks. You nod, pulling the handbrake on and stepping out of the car.

He meets you half-way around the car, pulling his soft hoodie over your head and helping you push your arms through the sleeves. He’d often give you an item of his clothing when you were anxious, the smell of him close to you calming your nerves. The fabric is soft against your skin and you press the sleeve to your face as you climb into the passenger seat.

You’re both quiet as your boyfriend drives, your heart slowing back to a normal rate as you watch the world go by. It isn’t until the car pulls into an unfamiliar car park that you realise you haven’t been heading home. Jeongin presses a button to open the sunroof then turns the engine off. He gestures to the back seat and you climb over the centre console, your boyfriend following close behind.

He lays himself across the back seat and holds his arms open, beckoning you to join him. You press yourself against him, head resting against his shoulder—his arms around you prevent you from falling off the seats. You have a perfect view up to the clear night sky, your boyfriend's soft breath tickling your skin.

“You did well,” he says, breaking the silence finally.

You huff. “I freaked out.”

“You overcame your fear and drove on the roads,” he presses his lips to your temple. “Proud of you,” he mumbles against your skin.

a/n: some of these are snippets from longer wips! may be seen again in longer form in the future...

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moonstruckme · 26 days

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OOOOO I didn’t realize you wrote for steddie x R!!! Can I request your version of what would happen if reader came down with a nasty stomach bug from work and our boys tried to take care of her only to end up with it themselves? (Totally not projecting my own unfortunate current demise 🫠)

Thanks for requesting lovely! Feel better <3

cw: mentions of nausea, stomach pain, not eating due to illness

poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 759 words

“Poor little lovebug.” You’ve given up on trying to deter Eddie as he sets his lips to your temple, cuddling close, but you and Steve exchange a look.

The other boy rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to take care of both of you,” he says. You all know it’s an empty threat. “If you get yourself sick, you’re on your own.”

“I’m helping,” Eddie argues, lips meandering down to your neck. You inhale softly as the muscles in your abdomen spasm painfully, and his hands are there in a second, pressing over the sore spot like it’s a wound he can stopper. “What’re you doing, Harrington? She doesn’t want your lame toast.”

Steve softens. “She’s gotta eat something, though.” He looks to you, almost apologetic as he says, “It’s toast or cheerios, honey. Unless you think you can stomach something more.”

You shake your head, snuggling into Eddie. He makes a happy sound, adjusting his position to tuck you under his chin and get you more securely in his arms. You’re sick of being sick. It’s only day one of the stomach flu several of your coworkers have said they didn’t get over for three days, and you’re well and truly fed up with it. Fed up with being nauseous and achy and alternately too hot or too cold.

Steve had discovered upon his early-morning search that there’s not one thermometer between the three of you and has been debating going to the store to get one, but says he’s reluctant to leave you in the hands of the most inept caretaker possible (your very sweet and loving boyfriend). Eddie is ambivalent; he says you don’t need a thermometer anyway, because his lips are the best gauge there is (he keeps pressing them to your forehead and making sizzling noises, which Steve only found funny the first time but entertains you and Eddie to no end).

Eddie fully gives over to your self-indulgent tendencies in not eating, but Steve is watching you with a dissatisfied little furrow between his brows. He crouches by the bed, feeling your face with one hand and reaching for the nightstand with the other.

“At least have some gatorade, then,” he capitulates, holding the bottle out toward you. “You’ve gotta stay hydrated.”

You feel guilty and sit up. Eddie protests at your moving, but Steve gives you a smile as you drink.

“You’re really a ton of help,” he snarks at Eddie, though he reaches down, carding a hand through his boyfriend’s curls.

“I’m just succumbing to my fate.” Eddie shrugs. “I’m gonna be sick tomorrow, may as well start acting like it now.”

“It’s not as fun as it looks,” you say between sips, then regret it. Your face heats as both boys’ expressions turn pitying.

Eddie wraps a hand around your hip, squeezing lovingly, and Steve says, “I know, honey. You wanna nap for a while? We’ll give your stomach a chance to settle before we try with the toast again.”

You nod and let Eddie wrestle you back down onto the mattress, pulling you snugly against him. “Think of it this way—at least soon, you’ll have a companion in your misery.”

And by the next morning, you do. But it’s not Eddie.

“Toast,” Eddie begs, shoving the piece of bread forward like he’s jousting with it. “C’mon, baby, just a few bites.”

Steve groans, crossing his arms over his head. “Later,” he bargains. “I can’t do it right now.”

Eddie looks to you desperately. “Did you finish your water?”

“Mhm.” You give the empty bottle a little shake as proof, and your boyfriend sighs in relief.

“Good girl.” He bends over you, stamping his lips to your forehead firmly. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

You hum and reach for his hand, but Steve grabs you, turning you around and hugging you to his chest possessively. You’re more than alright with this, nuzzling his stubble while he splays a hand on your back.

“You know what? Fuck you, Harrington.” Eddie slaps the piece of toast on Steve’s shoulder and leaves it there. “Can’t believe you’d fucking do this to me. That better be gone when I get back.”

“Where are you going?” Steve asks, smugness evident in his tone.

“To get a fucking thermometer!”

Steve’s chuckle rumbles through the both of you, and you smile against his neck.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you tell him.

“Yeah, I don’t know what you were talking about.” He kisses your cheek, his lips as warm as your skin. “This is tons of fun.”

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xazse · 3 months

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I NEED A SEQUAL TO YOUR AFAB!GOJO X READER

AFAB!GOJO x MALE!READER

Notes: listen listen, ur gonna be mad at me but I had to this was the only way I had seen it ending! AND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT JUST LMK AND ILL DO AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING! And I think you meant my recent one? The Afab gojo

Tags: Smut, mentions of Afab!Geto, titjob, cuckholding, The readers actions might not align with yours! Just wanted to let some of you guys know and reader is kind of a bastard. 😭

Pairings: Afab!gojo x male!reader

Satoru despises this right now, he hates it, after your night together, with you fucking him so good in your car, He finds himself wanting to so badly at night, hell even in the mornings hes going crazy. Rubbing his clit for so long it starts to sting, night after night he’s fucking himself with his fingers.

You weren’t lying when you said you had been watching Suguru for a while now, he sees your drifting eyes when he’s in your proximity, he sees it all. Satoru can admit his best friend really is pretty, gandering attention from men and women, he just wishes you weren’t apart of that crowd.

So he’s devised a plan to keep Suguru away from you at all times. He changes his and Sugurus route to school, (they live together and travel everywhere together) he has your classes memorized so that was also easy. Suguru had brought up questions about the changes but he quickly reassured him that nothing was wrong: that he just wanted a change of scenery.

Suguru doesn’t know you, and Satoru wants to keep it that way. He truly doesn’t know why he’s doing all of this for you, I mean he could definitely score someone “better” than you, funnier than you, and just a lot more nicer in general but he keeps finding himself craving you even more.

It seems to work, everything is working in his favor… but you.. you’re a little too quiet, over the years Satoru’s noticed you’re rather upfront with the people you want, so why haven’t you made an attempt at Suguru from the start?

“Attachment: 2 images”

His phone goes off again

“Attachment: 1 video”

Image one consists of Suguru on his knees, with his face covered in cum, seemingly your cum, and dried tears.

Image two is Suguru with his pretty tits, pressed up around your cock, a cute cloudy smile decorating his face.

Satoru feels like time has stopped around him, he doesn’t blame Suguru at all since he hadn’t known of his and yours weird relationship, but you, you’re a bastard through and through, But Satorus fingers don’t stop him from clicking on the video.

It’s Suguru with his legs spread on a table facing forward, facing the camera. He can see all of Sugurus bits, he can see the way you’re sliding in him inch by inch, he can hear Suguru whining at the mere stretch of you. Sugurus hand flies up to his mouth to muffle some of the groans spilling out, then you begin fucking him ruthlessly, even with this you’re still holding the camera perfectly, making sure to rub it in Satorus face even more.

He can hear the lewd wet slapping sounds of your pelvis meeting sugurus ass, the glistening of your slick mixing together already.

He knows Suguru can feel the sting in his pussy when you do slam back into him, knows that it feels so fucking mind numbing and good. You use one of your hands to push his leg towards his shoulder to get deeper and a better angle. Suguru is wrecked with loud sobs of pleasure, one of his hands maneuver to his clit and he begins circling it roughly.

Satoru feels his own clit needing to be touched, his panties are soaking wet three minutes into the video, interrupted he can hear Suguru talking or at least attempting: “please..please.. I wanna..” by this point his hair is strewn all over his face, sticking in some places, he doesn’t even seem to be all there, you’ve reduced the poor man into nothing.

Satoru feels awful, his heart feels heavy, his body is on fire, he doesn’t have anyone he can call at this late hour to help him release his frustrations. He uses his dildo that night, it doesn’t compare it never will, he fucks himself on it for hours and hours, repeating your video everytime. He’s milking his pussy till tears are streaming down his face, but his hips won’t stop.

#zsworks #geto x reader #satoru x male reader #afab gojo x male reader #geto x male reader #afab geto #afab gojo #jjk x male reader #Afab geto x male Reader #jjk smut #afab suguru #Afab suguru x male Reader

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strwberri-milk · 5 days

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April Showers

Rafayel x Reader || Fluff, Cuddling || 1 112 words

In which the two of you indulge in some cuddles in the rain.

You thought you were used to all of Rafayel’s little eccentricities by now. As much as you loved him you could never determine which ones were from his upbringing as a Lumerian, or the fact that he’s rich beyond your wildest imagination with the self control of a toddler on a sugar high.

He’d been quite adamant for the last little while that you not wander out too far on his beachfront property. You’d seen the construction crews coming and going for quite some time now so you assumed that he was in the middle of some new art installation as per usual. You knew not to question his inspiration for it came as easily as it went.

Today you’d turned up at his house despite the pouring rain, Rafayel’s frenzied texts begging for your attention once more. It’s standard procedure – he acts like he’s about to drown without you being near him and then is perfectly fine once you’re there. You never mind, you never did. You liked having his attention on you, knowing that it’s a hot commodity.

“Rafa?” you call out to the empty house.

It’s darker than usual. Even if he was working with his studio’s lights off, you’d be able to find some source of light near a wet canvas. Rafayel always made sure that his colours were as accurate as possible. You ignore the rise of anxiety in your chest at the lack of his response, deciding to up the ante.

“Babe? Honey? Sweetheart? Love of my life?”

Usually, the sweeter your nicknames were for him meant he’d come barrelling down the hallway and bowl you over with the weight of his body. Now, no matter how hard you listen you can’t even hear the sound of his breath, deciding to brave the weather and step outside to see if he was on the beach.

Strangely enough, it seems whatever construction was being done was finished. You thought that the trucks were missing from his driveway due to the weather but the pristine sand and building you didn’t recognise proved differently. Rafayel wasn’t an architect as far as you were concerned so you doubt that this was meant for an exhibition of his, cursing his inability to buy umbrellas and braving the torrential downpour to head towards the marble pillars.

As you approach, you can’t help but be taken aback by the precision carved into the surface. Even if he didn’t construct it with his own two hands you knew that it had his artistry all over it, delicate patterns and sculptures attached to the smooth stone by him. You’re so enraptured by the works of art that you barely notice the lump laying on the cushioned space of the sunken gazebo.

Rafayel lays in the newly built space, listening to the sound of the rain and awaiting his knight in shining armour to come keep him company. He jolts a little as you slide in next to him having not heard you finally arrive at his side. His smile is bright enough to part the clouds for a moment, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your wet cheek.

“You’re drenched. How did that happen?” he asks, your breaths mingling in the shared space.

“You were missing. I had to come find you and unfortunately, I can’t control the weather. What is this anyway? I didn’t know you were one for backyard barbeque sessions,” you tease, putting a cold arm around his waist.

“It’s a gazebo. I designed it and had it built. Thankfully they finished it early so now I get to enjoy it in the rain.”

“You’re so weird. Nobody looks forward to sitting in the rain like you do,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“I told you already,” he says hotly without any ill will. “It doesn’t rain in the ocean. I’ll never get sick of the way it sounds, how I’ll never be able to capture it on camera, the way it feels on my skin. Just admit that you take it for granted and move on.”

“I do not take it for granted. I’m allowed to be grumpy right now anyway – I’m all cold and wet!”

Rafayel does feel a little bad for not warning you and you know he does by the shedding of his cardigan before he slowly peels off your wet shirt. You don’t mind the gesture, letting him button the soft fabric around your upper body as he pulls you back into his chest. He reaches blindly until finally locating a dry towel hidden in a compartment near the two of you, drying off your hair and draping it over your legs with a soft apology.

“I forgot to tell you to bring an umbrella. I got so lost in the sound of the rain that would have fallen asleep were it not for you sneaking into here next to me.”

You can’t be mad at him anyway, not when his voice takes on that wistful tone and you see the lost look in his eyes. He liked to run circles around you, pretend that he’s an open book when really, you’d only begun to scratch the surface of the man he is, not the one he wanted you to see. It evokes a sense of melancholy in you, burying your face in his neck and losing yourself in his presence.

“It’s alright. I’m not actually all that mad at you,” you reassure regardless, finally feeling the chilling bite of the rain ebb away.

“It’s romantic. Laying here with you and listening to the rain. If I didn’t already, I totally would have fallen in love with you.”

His soft laughter makes your heart flutter. You look up to meet his lavender-blue eyes bright with mirth as he gently noses against your cheek.

“Well, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind the next time we’re arguing,” he says playfully.

Normally, storms would make you nervous. The only thing that made you capable of driving over in the first place was the knowledge that Rafayel would be here to help sooth your anxiety. The thunder and lightning did nothing to help your already anxious mind from going a mile a minute but here in his arms, none of that mattered.

You rest your ear on his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat amongst the scattered rain soothe you into a well needed sleep. Rafayel looks down at you affectionately when he realises you’ve gone limp on him. His hand rests by your ear, pinky gently stroking your cheek as he presses a kiss on the top of your head.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel x reader #lads x reader #lads rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace

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peachesofteal · 9 months

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Idk if your comfortable with writing this but how do you think the boys would be when darlings on her period?

So, so soft 🩵

I self indulgently based this off of my pre-medication periods… where I would get violently ill from brutal cramps and bleed like a stuck pig.

Mentions of blood, female reader having her period. Caretaking. Comfort. Fluff.

“Darling?” Johnny’s hand squeezes your hip, and you blink from where your face is half resting in the pillow.

“Mmmph.” You groan.

“It’s nearly eight. Si and I have to go across town for a meeting, you’ll be alright?” You nod lazily, knees curling up close to your chest. Your abdomen is on fire, and your entire body throbs with the pressure of your muscles working.

Johnny kneads your skin, trying too soothe you, bring you comfort. You can feel the strength in his fingers, the firm flex of his muscles against you and you sink into it, into him as much as you can, trying to curl into his body and let him take away your misery. Your pain.

You hate your fucking period.

Johnny’s lips ghost along your cheek, and you managed to catch a glimpse of him before he pulls away. Brow furrowed, eyes creased in concern. He murmurs something to Simon, who stands in the doorway, shrugging on a jacket.

“Another round of advil?”

“Too soon.” He answers, and crosses the room to lean over you. “Darling, will you be alright while Johnny and I are out? Or do you want us to stay?” Stay. You want to ask, want to cry over it, your misery making you feel weak and needy, the sharp pain in your lower belly radiating down through your legs.

But you can’t. You know that. Or rather… you know you could. You know they’d make new arrangements, that they’d move their schedules if you only said stay… but you won’t.

And if you can’t, if you won’t… well. Then you won’t feel like burden. Like an added weight. A responsibility.

Simon’s watching, the entire time you hem and haw in your mind, too keen eyes peeling back your layers, like he’s rooting around in your heart to find the truth.

“We can-“

“No! No, I’m fine. I’ll be alright.” You assure, meekly, and try not to watch as they exchange a look.

“Are you sure?” Johnny asks, and you nod.

“Yeah. ‘M just gonna go back to bed anyway.” He fidgets with a cord, the one to your heating pad… before the blankets are lifting and he’s pressing the palm of his hand against it to ensure it’s working.

Simon moves, foreboding lines of his body swift and calculated when he bends to press a kiss to your hairline before saying they wouldn’t be too long, that they’d call on their way home.

You fall asleep quickly, after Johnny lowers the lights in the bedroom and the door clicks shut, 3 locks sliding into place and keeping you safe, secure in the flat.

Three things wake you, hours later:

1. You’re in agony. Your lower body is practically seizing in pain. Your stomach is trying to claw its way out of your throat.

2. The guys are home. The lights are dim, and you squint when you realize they’re both in the room, by your side, Simon stripping the blanket off your body and Johnny trying to gently lift you into his arms without waking you.

And… 3. The worst thing to wake up to, the blood. You’ve bled through the super plus tampon and the pad that was in your underwear… leaking all over your thighs, and the sheets beneath you.

“It’s alright.” Johnny coos when he realizes you’re awake, softly reassuring you, arms coming under your shoulders to pull you forward and cradle you against his chest. “We’ve got you.”

“The sheets.” You moan and he shushes you, quick fingers swiping over your brow that’s slick with sweat.

“Don’t worry about the sheets.” Simon responds, and then he’s patting your thigh, a signal to move. You do so, weakly, swinging your legs to the side so they dangle over the bed while Johnny keeps you tucked into him.

“Bath.” You mumble.

“Shower. Then soak.” Simon corrects. Johnny lifts you free from the mattress while you watch Simon strip the sheets, and then he carries you into the bathroom.

“Poor darling.” He hums, still holding you close while he turns the shower on.

The water gets hot, quickly, and you melt into the wall underneath the spray, letting it run over your body and warm your muscles. Johnny and Simon both come in and out of the bathroom while you use an excessive amount of body wash, the lavender one, until you’re soaped clean.

When you step out, the bath’s already been running, and Simon’s got a water bottle with a handful of pills, waiting. He helps you into the tub, where Johnny already sits, and you settle between Johnny’s legs, molding your back to his chest, Simon half leaned over the edge of the tub. The water is hot, not as hot as the shower, but warm enough that steam rises in the bathroom, twisting along the white tile, filling the air with foggy white vapor. Simon rubs your neck, urging you tip your head backwards against Johnny’s shoulder. You breathe through your nose, trying to push away the pain, trying to expel it on your exhales, biding time until the naproxen kicks in.

“Mmm.” You moan, tension and stress leaking from your body. The heat does wonders to soothe your overworked muscles, gradually calming the storm that’s brewing beneath your belly button, and Simon chuckles softly.

“Better?”

“Much.” You pause, taking a deep breath. Johnny’s fingertips trail water over your skin, and he kisses you sweetly. “Sorry for the mess.”

“No, darling.”

“It’s alright.” They both reassure you, words soft and full of love, and you sink into them, sink into Johnny’s embrace, his skin against yours, and Simon’s hand flexing on the back of your neck, pushing you closer and closer into a more sublime, subdued state.

#peaches asks #peaches writes #dead disco #simon riley #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x you #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x soap x reader #soap x ghost x reader #ghost x reader x soap #johnny soap mactavish #John soap mactavish x reader

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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crimson red

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, stalker!rafe, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NONCON, R*P3, KNIFE PLAY, READER GETS CUT, DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD, BLOODPLAY, BLOOD EATING?? LICKING??, P IN V SEX, UNPROTECTED SEX, BRANDING? SCARING?, THREATS OF MURDER, DACRYPHILIA, extreme caution yall this is for my dirty depraved freaks

part one / part two / part three

“stop struggling.” rafe grunts out, one hand holding the sharp blade to your throat while the other is gripping your hip, bruises already forming as your skin blossoms purple.

“r-rafe.” you whine out, wiggling your hips again. “please stop. please.”

“you're making things worse for yourself. stop moving.” rafe warns.

you go to continue to argue when the knife presses forward a little harder, rafe not even realizing that a bead of crimson red blood is dripping down your throat from the tip of the knife breaking through your skin.

“see?” rafe licks his lips when he spies the blood. “that's what you get. you're gonna stop moving now, right?”

you can't nod, so you let out a mix of a whimper and a cry that rafe takes as agreement, leaning down to lick at the trail of blood that has now fallen to your shoulder, all the way up to where it spilled from your neck, already starting to dry up now that rafe has moved the knife away slightly.

“now can i put this down?” he questions, head tipping forward, forcing you to keep eye contact with him as his eyes pierce into you, any sign of friendliness long gone.

“yes.” you manage to croak out. “i won't fight anymore.”

“good.” rafe grins, but there's no sweetness behind his smile, the wickedness shining through as he moves the knife away from your throat. you take a ragged breath, watching how he sets it next to you on the desk.

“now im gonna fuck you. im gonna cum inside of you. i want you to be good, alright? if you start screaming, ill cut you.” rafes voice is soft and quiet as he explains, like his cock isn't currently rock hard inside of you after ripping your clothes off and forcing himself in.

“ill be good.” you nod freely now, tears falling down your face. rafe just smiles, leaning in and instead of licking up your blood, he runs his tongue along one cheek and then the other to taste your salty tears in his mouth.

“i wonder if your pussy tastes as good as your blood or tears.” rafe looks down, still buried inside of you. you're grateful he hasn't started moving yet, giving you time to adjust.

rafes hand wanders lower, his fingertip swiping over your clit, making your body jolt at the sudden flash of pleasure before he moves lower, rubbing at where you are connected as he gathers some of your wetness onto his finger.

he brings it up to his mouth slowly, making sure you're watching as his tongue licks your juices. rafe lets out a low moan, eyes fluttering closed. “delicious, baby. i think i like the way your cunt tastes more than your tears.”

you gulp, hoping he won't continue or want further taste. you know you won't be able to hold your moans back after just the brief feeling of him touching your clit, and you're trying not to give him the satisfaction of showing your pleasure as much as you can help it.

“but ill have to eat your pussy another time.” rafe continues. “and explore your other holes…” rafes eyes are on your mouth, but you know he has no limits to what he could force you to do, not when he is so intimidating, knife at the ready. “i need to fuck you right now though. i hope you're opened up enough baby because im about to destroy this pretty little cunt.

rafes hips rock back slowly before snapping forward, a squelching sound filling the room as he pounds forward, no restraint in the sudden speed and intensity of his thrusts.

you have no choice, having to reach up to grip rafes shoulders so as to not fall backwards. you see the smirk on his face, glimmer of amusement in his eye, especially when you let out a small moan.

“you like my dick, huh, baby?” rafe questions, tilting his head to the side. he gives you a particularly hard thrust to cap off his sentence. “not even gonna have to threaten you with a knife next time you're enjoying it so much.”

you hate that his words are true, rafes cock hitting you perfectly with every thrust, touching you in places no man has ever been able to reach before.

“tell me you like it. tell me you can’t get enough of my cock.” rafe grunts, hands squeezing your hips so tightly that you can already feel the bruises forming, purple blooming under the grip of his fingertips.

“i-i like it.” you mutter, hoping that satisfies rafe, not wanting him to threaten you with the knife again.

“baby.” rafe grunts out, the cute nickname in such contrast to the angry look on his face. “that’s not all i said. keep going.” “i can’t get enough of your cock.” you say quickly, fearing retaliation. “i love it. feels so good.” rafes expression shifts to a smile. “thats a good girl. now rub your clit for me, c’mon.” rafe encourages you. you let go of his shoulder with one hand, having to wrap your arm around his shoulders to keep yourself up, pulling you both even closer together. you can feel every breath rafe takes against your face, warm and wet just like his cock inside of you.

your hand moves slowly down your body. you glance at the knife next to you, wondering if you could reach out for it, make a play for control.

“y/n.” rafe growls, pushing his hips so deep into you that you slide back slightly on the smooth surface of the desk. “i said touch your fucking clit. make yourself cum for me.” “o-okay.” you press your fingers against your clit, rubbing quickly. your traitorous body loves the feeling, a small moan slipping from your mouth as your high builds.

“good. good.” rafe coos. he leans in to press a kiss to your mouth. you keep your lips firmly sealed together until rafes tongue forces his way inside. you drop your jaw open, knowing there is no point in fighting his advances.

“damn, baby, can feel you clenching ‘round my dick.” rafe moans, only briefly pulling away before continuing to kiss you, dominating your mouth as his tongue flicks against yours. you hate that its true, you can feel your orgasm growing closer and closer.

“you’re so wet, are you sure i’m not the one being forced into this here?” his cock is swelling inside of you. you know whats coming, just as he’s threatened.

“you’re sick, rafe cameron.” you manage to say, brows briefly furrowing together before your orgasm breaks free, your back arching, bare chest pressing against rafes, your fingers slowing as your clit pulses.

“oh fuck.” rafe mutters out a quiet curse before you can feel him releasing inside of you, filling you up, cum pouring into your unprotected womb.

“i may be sick.” rafe presses a kiss to your open mouth. “but i’m yours.” rafe picks the knife back up, your eyes widening. “and you’re mine.”

he moves before you can react, grabbing both your wrists and holding them behind your back, forcing your back to arch as your breasts are put on display, his softening cock still buried in your cunt, trapping his cum inside of you.

“this is to make sure you don’t forget that.” rafe turns the tip of the knife towards your skin. you would struggle, but you know that just makes things worse as you cry out when he cuts a thin line down over the swell of your breast. he makes three other quick shorter cuts, your blood spilling down your abdomen.

“don’t worry.” rafes voice is kind as if he didn’t just scar you. “they’re not that deep. just enough to mark you.”

rafe raises the tip of the knife to his mouth, turning it last minute to run the smooth edge over his tongue, cleaning your blood off of it as his eyes gloss over.

“now i’m going to be watching you.” he finally pulls out, making your boy shudder at the sudden loss of him filling you up, cum sliding out of your destroyed pussy onto the desk below you. “and if you try to get help. or let another man touch you, when you’re mine, i will use this knife on everyone you love, and then you.” he points the tip at you, your eyes widening as the pain blossoms in your chest, not wanting to be cut any more.

“understand?” his head quirks to the side.

you have no choice but to nod.

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peachy-wolfhard · 2 months

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dating toge inumaki

rawr :3 sorry if this doesn't make any sense. if u know what horror game i mentioned shout out. its long bc im a d1 yapper

word count: 975

warnings: swearing, food, horror video games

I LOVE toge i am the number one toge inumaki lover srry not srry

First things first…he's a menace. Walks up behind you and pitches under your ribs, bops you on the head with random items (gently), bites like a cat (u know when ur petting them and then they just randomly bite? Like that)

While yes he does make your life HELL he's also a sweetheart

Flowers regularly, movie nights every week WITH snacks, super duper secret sleepovers (it used to be a secret then panda found out and insisted on joining), dates that last all day then inevitably end in a sleepover

Loves taking you to the arcade with those really hard claw machines so he can flex how good he is at them, even better if they're the ones with anime figures in them

“Oh my god look at it! It looks so dumb i love it” tapping on the glass at a plush seal with balls

“Salmon” he giggles tapping the card

While Toge loves to go on dates outside of your dorms and the school there are some days that neither one of you has the energy to go out. These nights mainly consist of the both of you cooking dinner together, watching those random 4 hour long videos about random subjects, and falling asleep in each others arms

Speaking of curse speech, he adds new words just for you!

His favorite way to greet you is saying honey

“Hi baby” you say, wrapping your arms around Toge, not caring about how sweaty you are from training.

“Mhm, honey” he whispers, burying his head into your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you, rocking sideways back and forth

To outsiders Toge seems so quiet and reserved but rest assured he has the biggest yappetite EVER like 40 messages in under a minute because whatever thought he has at the moment he NEEDS to tell you them

Some messages are sweet

“Hi bb i love u sm i cant wait to get my “grubby” paws on u ;) n e way i got u stuff”

“Hi brawling rn just wanted to say i luv u sm adn i cant wati for snuggles and love.”

But most are just random thoughts he has

“wass good bbg? <3 do u think panda can get fleas?”

“HELLO MY LOVER URGENT MESSAGE I JUST HAD TEH WORST FOOD EVER I AM ILL PLS BRING GINGER ALE AND TUMS IM DYINGGGGGGASDGJKNSKFNGBKAD”

“bbg check this out” *picture of a really ugly curse* “looks like u :3”

Loves playing videogames with you even if you don't like them he just sits you on his lap and plays anyway

Even if you don't like video games he still makes you play horror games with him, especially if everyone is with you.

“Oh my god i hate this. I don't wanna do this anymore”

“Just keep going forward, it's almost Toge’s turn anyway” Yuta says, slightly giggling at your anxious self.

“No no no nononono i don't wanna do it! Maki help!” you shout, begging your best friend to take over but failing.

“Just sprint, you're gonna be fine” Panda adds leaning over the couch.

“MY TUMMY HURTS I CANT…ok ok i'll sprint..” you say pressing the sprint button and running up the stairs. Just as your character gets into the next room, one of the bosses drops down from the ceiling.

“FUCK NO FUCK NO STOP PLEASE GO AWAY,” you continue to shout as your friends yell for you to run.

Your friends are sick of you…correction, Maki is sick of you two

Everytime she comes into contact with the two of you you're always cuddling, kissing or just generally being lovey dovey. Half the time you and Toge are cuddled up in what looks like the most uncomfortable places.

Desk chairs, chairs in the common room that are as hard as rocks, etc. If there is an uncomfortable place to sit rest assured knowing that the two of you will be snuggled up together

Speaking of pda, he's so sticky

Toge loves to just be around you whether it be holding your hand, wrapping his arms around you or just standing near you

“Parallel play” is a big thing for you guys since conversations are fairly short (sorry king) as long as you two are in the same room he's happy

Most days consist of one of you working on homework or any other work and the other one just being near

On the rare occasion that you and Toge aren't attached to the hip both of you are texting nonstop

y/n

“meow hi love of my life”

toge

“Good afternoon dear lover, I wish I could be with u rn but alas I am at war and the outcome is looking bleak. But trust me I will return home with goods. Love ur awesome bf”

y/n

“ur putting ur thesaurus and dictionary to work ga damn”

toge

“im gonna bite u”

y/n

“try it coward ill rock ur shit”

toge

“EAT MY BUTT”

One last thing…he’s 100% a food thief

Does not matter what you have, he is sneaking some of it whether you know it or not

Toge WILL eat your leftovers you've been looking forward to all day

No matter what you have, he always has a little of it. I mean YOU'RE eating it, it must be good

“Taste testing” is another thing he does, he says it's because he doesn't want you to be poisoned but in reality he thinks its funny how annoyed you get about it

Take out you two have had millions of times? Taste tested. Food your friends bought you two? You can't trust them! Taste tested. Food YOU cooked? Might've been poisoned, Taste. Tested.

All together he loves you so much…maybe i'll make a part 2

#inumaki x reader #inumaki toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader #toge x reader #inumaki fluff #inumaki x you #inumaki x y/n #toge inumaki x you #jjk x reader

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ghouljams · 9 months

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We haven’t touched on Cowboy!Ghost’s, well, ghosts before, and I literally couldn’t get this out of my head last night. I’m going to treat this like actual fic, I feel so fancy...

Warnings:

Hurt/Comfort, Graphic depictions of animal death, PTSD, Ghost going through it

Pairing:

Ghost x OC (Goose) [can be read as x reader]

Summary:

Early days of Ghost and Goose’s relationship. Ghost has always prided himself on his ability to handle any situation, no matter how bleak. So why does he find himself so ill equipped to handle something as small as a couple chickens death?

A coyote got into the henhouse last night.

You can hear its yips and snarls, the aggressive barks of your cattle dog as it darts at the chicken wire, the starling lack of clucking. You whistle for the dog, and it races to go check on the other animals. The last thing you need is for the coyote to get into it with Mav when you pull its sorry ass from the chicken pen. You yawn, trying to hold onto the hope that at least some of your ladies got somewhere safe before the carnage started. You’ll stop by the tractor supply later and grab some chicks to bolster your flock again.

You stop. Watching Ghost stand frozen in front of the pen, shoulders tight, barely breathing. His eyes a million miles away.

The pen is littered with half shredded chickens. Feather and muscle strewn about. The wild frenzy of a half starved predator laid out in front of you. The loose organs and scent of death turns your stomach, you can’t imagine what it does to a fresh soldier. Ghost’s finger twitches, beating a rapid tattoo against his thigh, his gun is still neatly holstered. You suppose that’s for the best, or maybe a signal of the worst.

You think about your first fourth of July after your Daddy’s second tour. The way he’d disappeared into the house like a ghost. The way your momma handed you off to your granny and followed after him. How your granny had told you: sometimes you see something so bad it never leaves you.

"Go wait in the house," you tell him as soft as you can, pulling at his arm to try and pull his attention. Ghost nods mutely, eyes still glued to the blood soaked earth and torn limp bodies. "Go on," you press a little more firmly, you lead him away from the henhouse, out of sight of it, "I'll be in shortly."

Ghost follows your direction, ears ringing, head stuffed with cotton. Everything feels far away and yet so brightly present. He can smell gunpowder and burnt flesh, can feel the wet warmth of blood on his clothes where he knows there isn't any. Can hear the shouting. He pushes the front door to the house open and holds the brass handle tight in his fingers for a long moment, just standing, waiting. As if he'll hear the pang of gunfire over the infinitely patient silence.

He goes to the kitchen and puts the kettle on. Stares at the black iron as it sits on the burner and waits for the yip of the coyote, the last gunshot. It doesn’t come. You take his hand in the silence and turn the burner off. Lead him to the table and sit him heavily in one of the wooden chairs. Ghost keeps his eyes forward, his shoulders rigid. He waits. He doesn't know what he's waiting for. For the memories to stop.

His hat is removed, set carefully on the table. A warm cloth touches his face, wiping gently at the crease in his forehead, at the stern set of his brow. Your fingers reach for the edge of his mask and he grabs your wrist, eyes finally darting to yours in a panic. He can't. It's too much, too hard. He can't.

Somehow you seem to understand, fingers sliding instead to cup his jaw, to rub your thumb against his cheek over the soft cotton. The washcloth wipes his brow again, still warm and soothing.

"You're safe," you murmur, "Safe and sound right here with me. And Daddy.” You tack Price on, as if you might not be enough to convince him. As if it isn’t your touch that’s bringing him back, your eyes that hold his with such kind patience it makes his heart hurt. “We won't let anything hurt you."

Ghost doesn’t say anything, can’t make his lips move or conjure a thought as to what he might say. If there is anything to say. Is there anything to say?

You tip his head forward, press the lightly damp cloth against the back of his neck. He lets his hand drop from your wrist as you move your hand from his cheek to scratch your fingers through his hair. Gentle, calming touches. Never asking more from him than his comfort.

He settles his hands on your hips, and for a moment he can pretend you’re his.

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soggyriceee · 11 months

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Moth To A Flame | Konig

{ more weeknd inspired smut bc why the hell not?}

Konig's hips met yours again, his hand gripping your thigh. " Fuck.. fuck stay quiet libeling. h-he'll hear you." he whispered, his head resting between your neck and shoulder. His other hand covering your mouth, his palm sweaty from your moans and rapid breaths.

this was wrong.

you both knew. but neither of you could stop.

your boyfriend was asleep just upstairs. he treated you so well. like a princess. bought you anything, planned for a future with you. never got mad at you, you had all his passwords. he was your dream guy.

but you couldn't keep yourself away from your ex. from Konig. you could hang up when he calls late at night, fucking himself into his fist while he tells you how much he misses you. how no other woman has made him as hard as you do. how much he wants to kill your new man.

and truthfully, you couldn't stop your fingers from rubbing your clit, collecting the wetness that dripped from you.

you felt ashamed, guilty even. but you knew that if you left your man now, going back to Konig he'd cheat over. and over. the same way he did the last 3 times. but they way he'd make it up to you, fucking you senseless, whispering how much he loved you, how he was thinking about you and your pussy while he fucked whoever.

but here you were, on your living room couch, knees pressed to your chest, tears brimming your eyes as his hips slammed into yours, jerking you and the couch up. " fuck.. can he fuck you like this? I b-bet he cant.. other-otherwise.. fuck.. you would've kicked me out." he groaned, gripping you harder. you clenched around him, your hands gripping his shoulders.

small whimpers left his lips every thrust, followed by either a praise or a loud groan. he wasn't scared of your man waking up. in fact he was praying he did. he hoped he'd walk down and see you beneath him, back arched and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. it made him twitch in you, made him wanna fuck you on the bed even.

" k-konig~" you whimpered, muffled into his hand. he growled, moving faster, sucking your neck. he missed you. more than the sexual aspect, he missed you in his bed. waking up to you. but you were someone else's, even with his marking covering your body, his cum filling you up. you were someone else's now. "I know libeling.. me too. imma f-fill you up..fuck" his head raised, eyes hooded as he watched your face twist in pleasure.

your hands dropped to your clit, rubbing it at the same pace as his thrusts. his hand went from your throat to your neck, gripping it. " come on baby.. c-come back with me.. ill fuck you s-so good.. treat you b..better." he moaned, eyes pleading with yours.

for a moment, you almost said yes. the way his dick slammed into your pussy, kissing your cervix. how he knew just how to touch you, making you cum within minuets. but he was unloyal. he hurt you, over and over. you were happy now. with a man.

but when the tears from his eyes dropped onto your stomach, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, you felt a pain in your heart. what if he was serious? what if he changed? "y-your mine.. all mine.. fuck imma fill you with my cum libeling.. I-im gonna get you fucking pregnant." he slapped your hand away from your clit, taking over.

your back arched, whimpers and moans leaving your soft lips after each powerful thrust. " p-please Koni~" you whined, looking up to him. he grunted, leaning down and slamming his lips to yours. you felt him pick up the pace, whimpers from him leaving his lips. "I-im cumming maus I-im..fuck!" he groaned, a bit too loud, his last thrust a bit too powerful. the couch hit the table beside it, knocking off all the pictures. his hips jerked forward, trying his hardest to keep up the pace.

you felt the knot in your stomach quickly named undone, your own cries of pleasure slipping from your lips. hid body dropped to yours, his arms wrapping around you.

"please libeling.. come with me." he said into your chest.

"ive changed."

#konig #konig fanfiction #konig smut #konig x reader #cod x reader #cod #call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader

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clockwayswrites · 1 year

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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 16

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. WC: 1974 (ch 13 when on ao3)

Jason rolled off the couch, feet hitting the ground with a heavy thunk. The second round of ectoshot was better, but Jason still felt a little like death (and he should know what that felt like). Danny had been with Jason through the night, soothing back the burning heat, but after they had woken, Jason sent Danny off. Apparently he had a big group project due soon, and Jason wasn’t going to get in the way of Danny getting good grades so he had sent the fish swimming.

He tried to sleep, he did, but just found himself drifting in and out of an uneasy consciousness. He missed Danny’s cool hand running through his hair. He missed Danny’s easy chatter whenever Jason was awake— giving him something to focus on that didn’t require him to respond. He just missed Danny. Now his apartment seemed too quite, even with the TV playing softly in the background.

Now he stood staring, only half seeing, into his fridge. He knew that he needed to eat something but the effort felt almost insurmountable. He rubbed at his aching joints, pressing the palm of his hand up and down over his arm as he frowned at his options. If only his head would stop pounding.

Oh, no, that was someone at his door.

He frowned in the direction of the door for a long minute before he was able to make himself move that way. The hidden panel of monitors by the door showed him Dick, rocking back and forth on his heels and slightly swinging a bags of take out like some sort of fairy food parent.

“Hey! Sorry it took me so long,” Dick said with a grin when Jason opened the door, squeezing himself through before there even seemed to be enough room to do so.

“What?” Jason croaked.

Dick froze for just a moment before spinning on his toes to face Jason. Jason had to steel himself not to lean back as Dick rocked forward into his space and asked, “Jaybird?”

“I just— did we have plans?” Jason asked, trying to drag his muddy mind through his schedule.

“No… I texted like two hour ago asking if you wanted me to bring food over and you said yes.”

“Oh.”

“Yep, ‘oh’. Are you feeling alright?” Dick asked, pressing the back of his hand against Jason’s forehead. “You’re sick again? Jay…”

“What?” Jason snapped.

Dick just looked at Jason with those big, pleading eyes. “Just, you’re hardly ever sick and now twice like this?”

“Just a bad fall for me I guess,” Jason said with a shrug. He brushed past Dick, grabbing the bag of food as he went. “What did you get?”

“I stopped by that chicken place you like,” Dick said, trailing after Jason like a lost chick. He fluttered around as Jason sat heavily down on the couch.

Jason sighed heavily at Dick’s anxious energy. It was exhausting just to watch. “Get the trays, Dickie. And grab me some water?”

“Sure thing!” Dick chirped, obviously happy to be put to task.

Jason even let Dick deal with taking out the boxes of food and set it out. Dick, the child that he was, got chicken tenders. Jason was happy to have his chicken burger instead; he could even taste the sharp tang of the cayenne ranch over the lingering taste of ectoshot that still stuck on the back of his tongue.

He ignored Dick shooting him worried looks between bites.

Or tried to.

He lasted until the food ran out.

“I’m fine, Dickhead.”

“You’re sick.” Dick countered.

“It’s just a cold or something. It’s not even that bad this time,” Jason said. At least some of that was true.

True enough to keep Dick from asking any more questions for the rest of dinner.

Dick frowned as he took the trash into the kitchen. Jason wasn’t lying too him about being ill, but he wasn’t tell the truth either. The half truth rankled at Dick because he didn’t know which part was the truth and which was the lie. Was it really not that bad? Was it really just a cold? What was going on with his brother?

Holding back a sigh, he headed back to the living room only to be stopped in his tacks.

Jason was staring down at his phone, obviously chatting with someone as his fingers tapped across the screen. Jason was still a little awkward with his phone sometimes, having been dead and then with assassins for a few major developments in the devices, but at least the family had got him using the group chats.

Dick knew from the lack of buzzing from his own phone that this wasn’t one of the family chats. Besides, Jason looked… besotted. That same soft smile that Dick had captured on his suit cam yesterday was back. The soft smile, the present, letting himself be vulnerable; the pieces clicked into place. “Oh my god Jay, did you get a boyfriend?”

“Not my boyfriend,” Jason mumbled, ducking his chin down to his chest. For a moment Jason looked like the unsure little boy that he used to be when he first came to them.

It made Dick want to wrap Jason up and never let him go. (He resisted, for now.)

Dick settled for flopping back onto the couch and letting their shoulders bump together lightly. “What’s this not boyfriend’s name?”

“Like I’m telling you.”

Ouch. Time to turn his large, conveniently watery eyes on Jason; patented pout in place. “Why not?”

Sadly, Jason was immune to the look. “Because if you know then Babs knows and then the poor fish will never know peace again.”

Say what now? “Fish?”

“It’s a nickname.”

“Okay, but fish?”

Oh, Jason was glaring at him now. “Shut up, it has reasons.”

“Mhum,” Dick hummed in a completely patronizing way, which was a dangerous move. Clearly this nickname meant something to Jason, but what was a Bat if they didn’t live dangerously? “Okay, so this fish— not a boyfriend, but… do you want him to be?”

The way that the tips of Jason’s ears flushed said everything.

Oh, and wasn’t that precious! Jason had a crush; Dick didn’t know if he’d ever seen Jason with a crush before outside of the puppy dog one he had had on Diana. And to be fair, who didn’t have a crush like that on Wonder Woman?

Dick leaned forward to dig around in the second plastic bag to pull out a bag of Sour Patch Kids to toss at Jason. He’d brought them to butter Jason up into talking about the stranger, and they still had that use, but Dick never thought the conversation would go like this.

“Tell me about your fish.”

“He’s not my fish.” The blush spread.

“But you want him to be,” Dick sang. He laughed as Jason shoved him away. “Tell me about him?”

The look Jason sent him made Dick sigh. “I’m not going to use anything you tell me to look him up or stalk him or tell any of the others. I promise, little wing. I just want to hear about my little brother’s crush.”

Jason frowned, nails clicking idly on the phone screen for a second before he let out a full body sigh. “He’s just… He’s clever. Which means that, yeah, he’s smart. I don’t think he knows how smart he is. He’s…”

Jason hesitated. His expression more clearly debating what to say than he would normally let through if he wasn’t sick. Dick did his best not to fidget, focusing on stealing one of the yellow candies to give Jason room to think.

“He got a full ride to Gotham U— he’s going to be an aerospace engineer.”

Oh. Jason was giving him actual information. Between that and Fish’s appearance that would be enough for Dick to find him. He won’t. He told Jason he wouldn’t.

“Our little literature bird, with a science boy?” Dick gasped dramatically.

“Shut up,” Jason said without any heat. “Clever also means he’s snarky. He’s got a bite to him, but that doesn’t change that’s he’s just… fuck I sound cheesy but he’s got a good heart. He’s sweet. It’s… it’s fun watching him explore Gotham. Every place I take him is like a new adventure for him. You should have seen him at the beach last week. He’d never been before and his face… yeah. He spent ages running in and out of the surf like a bird.”

“Yeah?” Dick said. He couldn’t keep the sappy smile off his own face at the adoration on Jason’s voice. “Is he who got you thinking about school?”

Jason ducked his head with a little nod, rooting around in the bag of candy for a specific color. Dick let him have the moment to think. For all that Jason loved literature, or maybe because he did love it so much, he sometimes needed the time to find the right words. Even as impatient as Dick was, he’d never begrudge his brother that time.

“He… life’s been cruel to him too, but he still shines so bright. There was an accident in his parent’s lab. He died.”

Dick’s breath caught.

“Electrocution. His heart stopped. It’s left some… lasting effects on him. His dream was to be an astronaut, but because of health reasons he can’t do that anymore. He’s still here though. He’s still living.”

Dick couldn’t resist it any longer, he leaned over to wrap his brother up in a hug. For once, Jason didn’t try to push out of it. He even leaned into it a little.

His next words were muffled into Dick’s shoulder. “He makes me want to live too.”

Carding his fingers through Jason’s loose curls, Dick propped his chin up on top of Jason’s head. “Then I’m very glad you found him, Jay.”

Jason let Dick cuddle him for a moment longer (Dick was thankful for it) before he pushed away with a mumbled ‘yeah’. He cleared his throat and handed Dick more of the little yellow candy people. Appeased by his sour offering, Dick leaned over, laying down on the couch with one leg swung over the back of it. He popped one of the candies in his mouth. It gave him a moment to consider how to approach this.

“So… not to, like, push you here, but why haven’t you asked him out yet? You’re clearly gone on him.”

Jason scowled. It made Dick’s heart break a little for his brother. “I don’t know how, okay? It’s not like I’ve done this before. And I don’t know if I’m thinking about it in the right way ‘cause I’m… um, the word for it seems to be demisexual? What I am?”

“Okay,” Dick said easily. He didn’t want to have even the littlest pause and risk making Jason feel like he was wrong somehow. “So, whatever way you want to go about it is good, Jason, because it’s your way. It doesn’t have to be like anyone else’s. But if you want to talk through your ideas, I’m all ears.”

“You can’t really want to spend the night giving me dating advice.”

“Jason,” Dick said, twisting enough to reach up and place a hand on Jason’s shoulders. “Giving dating advice is a sworn big brother duty and I would like nothing more than to spend the night giving you dating advice. We’ll stick on playlist and settle in. We’ve got a big bag of Sour Patch Kids and the whole night ahead of us.”

And it gave Dick and excuse to keep an eye over Jason while he was sick. (Brotherly bonding and mother henning- a true win win.)

Jason sighed, slumped back into the couch, and held out the bag of candy. “Sounds like one hell of night.”

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AN: Some more Dick POV! He’s concerned! He’s learning things! He thinks Jason and his crush are adorable! Will Jason regret telling Dick anything? Who knows! (Okay, well, I mean, I know, as the author, but-)

ALSO- assuming that no more chapters get added, this marks the half way point of the fic! Woohoo!

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