#i'm gulp a skeleton gulp
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johnny dates your friend and then asks her if she's got any friends (you) for his friend (simon). but simon freaks you out. he can't hold a conversation— or won't, you're not sure; you're lucky if you get monosyllabic grunts out of him as if he were a neanderthal. the only times you've seriously heard him talk is to bark out words at either johnny or the bartender.
he walks around with a poorly concealed weapon on his hip, almost like he is expecting trouble. he wears all black, which is completely fine, but then a skull balaclava that he refuses to take off, even to drink his liquor. you don't try to hide the grimace on your face when you watch him sip through the thick fabric. he's got skeleton gloves on his hands too, like some sort of shit cosplay to match his mask.
and he fucking stares, unashamedly so. it is unblinking, scrutinizing, intense— his dark eyes, pools of midnight, keen. he stares at the people walking in through the door, stares at johnny when he takes your friend to the dance floor, and when you tell him out of courtesy that you're going to go get another drink, you can feel him boring holes into the back of your head as you walk away, piercing flesh and bone.
the phantom fingers of his gaze trace icy paths along your spine, erupting your skin in goosebumps. you find him immensely creepy, and you thank the fucking stars you're only here as a favor for your friend. you don't think you want to do this again. he's either a wanted serial killer or just a goddamn freak.
a heavy arm wraps around your shoulders once you're at the bar, and with a sneer on your lips, you turn to the owner of said offending limb, only to come face to face with johnny. he leans into you, close enough to where you can feel his stubble grazing the shell of your ear. (back up, brother.)
"listen, bonnie!" you wince; it's really not that loud in here for him to be yelling like that. "ah ken, ghos— er, simon, might no' be yer average man. he can be a little off-puttin'—" a little? if he doesn't follow you home and skin you alive, you'd be incredibly fortunate— "but ah promise ye, while he may no' be boyfriend material, he's an incredible fuck."
excuse me? he's got to be positively pissed. "maybe you should slow down, yeah? you might already be three sheets to the wind if you're gassing up your unsettling friend's cock. no offense."
"naw! ah'm tellin' ye. long ago, we had a mission tha' ran everyone tight, 'n so we relieved tension the only way we could— big, strong guy like him had me limpin' for a few days after."
you're about to ask for an angel shot because there is no way in hell that your friend's boyfriend is making casual conversation about him getting absolutely railed by—
"give 'em a try. jus' the once, i swear he don't bite," johnny pauses-- the rosy flush on his nose and cheeks vibrant, "unless ye ask nicely. yer friend said ye needed to get laid, anyways." oh, you're gonna fucking kill her, that long-tongued cretin.
"right!" you drink the remainder of your cocktail in one big gulp, liquid warmth trailing down your throat, before not-so-kindly shrugging him off. "i'm gonna go, you, uh— we didn't have this conversation, for the sake of my friend." you gesture at the bartender. "one more, please. i'm gonna need it."
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damn. now johnny's got you thinking about getting your back broken by simon. maybe you really are just down horrendously, or maybe it's the alcohol in your system that has decided to toss all self-preservation out the metaphorical window because now you can't stop noticing him.
he's real tall— enough to have him slightly tipping his head to walk through a doorway. his shoulders are mountainous, his hands the size of a bear's paw. his physicality is undoubtedly impressive and well, you've always been weak to burly, commanding men.
you make eye contact with johnny from across the room, his bright blue eyes alive under the dim light of the dingy bar, and the bastard shifts his gaze from simon to you, giving a cheeky wink.
lifting your glass, you drink the last of your liquid courage— the taste of it bittersweet. it has been a long time since you've gotten laid.
double damn.
"hey." you lean slightly toward simon, cupping your hand around your mouth. "you and i both know why we're here. take me home?" the way he looks at you has you shifting restlessly in your seat. did you perhaps make a mistake? oh, fuck. did you just throw yourself cunt-first at someone who is not interested? your face burns with embarrassment, heat licking up your cheeks. maybe the earth will split open, right here ri—
"let's go then." oh thank fucking god. you don't know what you would've done if he'd said no. shrivel up and die, probably. "uber'll be here in 4."
when it arrives, he places his leather jacket around your shoulders, cocooning you in its warmth— the heady scent of nicotine clings to the garment— and leads you outside with a hand on the small of your back.
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the world outside the car blurs into a hazy painting as the driver navigates the streets. colors blend together, once sharp outlines now dissolved. the rain gently taps on the window, a soothing sound that could easily lull you to sleep until you start when a roughened palm suddenly glides along your thigh— fingers slowly tracing intimate patterns on your skin.
simon's hand is hot, and it only burns hotter the closer it gets to your center under your least favorite skirt. he cannot be serious right now. you place your hand over his, short nails biting into him because there is no way you're about to be fingered in an uber—
his voice is deep, a deliciously thick rumble, right by your ear. "nice kitty." you've never been one for pet names or anything else for that matter, but the pulse of arousal that shoots up your spine has a shaky exhale leaving your lips, a ghostly breath fogging up the window.
the tips of his fingers tease the seam of your knickers, a generic cotton fabric that clings to your dampening cunt like a second skin— desire trickling onto the gusset. your whimper is drowned out by the terrible music the driver is currently playing when his small finger grazes over your slit, featherlight.
"so wet already? i've barely even touched ya, love." again with the cunt-clenching nicknames. he has no business purring them out like that. "i can smell your sweet pussy from here. you really must be achin' for it." of course the time he chooses to be vocal, it's to spew filth. "don't worry, i'll treat ya good."
somehow, you actually manage to choke out a response. "i'm sure. johnny-" you hiss through clenched teeth when he slips under your knickers, a finger brushing along your slick entrance, "said you had him walking side to side once." you buck your hips, seeking the friction you need, but it only makes him pull away a bit; how unsurprisingly cruel.
"only because he was bein' a brat. you're not a brat though, are ya? gonna be good f'me?" your tongue is heavy in your mouth, words lodged in your throat— all you can give him is a slight nod. "i expect verbal answers. i'd hate to spank your arse raw. how would ya sit down after?"
the idea of being bent over his strong thighs, face pressed into his couch as his firm hand takes you into the needy subspace you crave is too much, or maybe not enough because you're tucking your face into the side of his neck in an instant. "please," you warble, unsure of what you're even begging for.
he curls his finger, slipping between your lips, and when he finally brushes your clit— a fleeting, tantalizing touch— your eyes threaten to roll into the back of your head. "needy little thing. i bet there's a damp spot right where you're sittin'. drippin' all over my fingers—" your breath is ripped from your lungs when he abruptly pulls his hand out and away, the sodden material of your knickers snapping against your heated skin. you're about to snarl out a vicious what the fuck, but the once-blurred scenery outside sharpens into focus.
the driver parks and looks at you from the rearview mirror. "we're here." you mumble a muted thank you, stepping out with quivering legs and a drenched cunt. a crisp breeze dances across your skin, a refreshing contrast to the stifling heat from inside the car.
as soon as the car drives off, you're hoisted onto a broad shoulder. the world tilts, and you fist the back of simon's shirt for stability. "highly unnecessary. i can wa—" you let out a squeak when he slaps the back of your thigh, the sharp bite of it sending a jolt straight to your throbbing center.
"hush."
you sputter indignantly as you hold on tighter, breaths coming out in short gasps, syncing with each step. "i beg your pardon?"
you yelp when he gives you another slap, this time closer to your cunt. "then beg." you're rendered speechless.
wow. maybe you've actually bitten off more than you can chew.
the wet cement under you is a blur, the texture lost in the rush of his movements until he comes to a stop, and you hear a familiar jingle of keys. he bursts through the door, the hinges groaning in protest, and you're staggeringly planted on both feet.
"nice place." a lie. it looks unlived in— brand spanking new. you vaguely hear the lock behind you as you take in your surroundings. a perfect, leather couch, not a crease in sight. the rug under it is pristine and bland, a cream color that matches the rest of his flat. impersonal. not an ounce of real personality anywhere. you begin shrugging off his jacket when you're suddenly pressed against the cold door, simon bent at the knees in front of you, his dark eyes— sharp as blades— lock onto yours.
"gonna beg?"
the fire in your lower belly reignites at the sight of his unmasked face. ash-brown hair in a simple crew cut, thick brows with the right one bisected by a pink, gnarled scar. slightly crooked nose, broken one too many times, and thin, pale lips. a countenance to match his rugged personality.
you're pulled out of your thoughts when he licks a hot stripe over your covered slit and you mewl at the sensation. "i asked you a question."
the words rush out of your mouth before you can even think of stopping them. "yes, yes! please, god, i don't- just- please let me come! i-" his thumbs hook into the waistband of your knickers and tug them down slowly, strings of arousal sticking to the gusset, smearing on your inner thighs.
"alrigh', since ya begged so prettily." your vision goes white when he throws one leg over his shoulder, and his slick tongue slides through your folds, the tip flicking your clit lightly. he laps at your cunt like it drips milk and honey— nourishing and sweet. simon groans into you, the sound crawling up your vertebrae and into the base of your skull.
he begins to draw lazy circles around your pearl, every swirl of his tongue has your back bowing as if winding it, inching you closer to the precipice. your toes curl in your shoes, hands finding purchase in his coarse hair, knuckles staining white as you start the feel the familiar tightening in your lower belly.
and then he pushes one thick finger into you, down to the scarred knuckle, and crooks it. the squelching noise your dripping pussy makes when he presses on the tiny patch of rough skin inside is loud and obscene; practically echoing off the dull, ivory walls of his flat.
"gonna come f'me? make a mess all over my hand?" simon adds another finger, a slight burn nipping at the heels of the pleasure coiling under your navel.
"c'mon. give it to me, pet." his lips encircle your clit, giving it a light suckle and it's—
the coil snaps, a sudden release of tension. it is violent and oh, so exquisite. white noise in your head, your ears, coursing through your veins. it prickles, it stings; it's pleasure and pain. your soul sinks back into your body— like a feather returning to its nest— and you blink, momentarily unbalanced.
"ya with me?"
you breathe deep— the taste of salt in the air, the scent of sweat-slick skin, your heart pulsing with life. "yes. i'm here." the man took you to the stars and laid you on them. jesus.
"good." the room spins, and you're weightless, nestled in his arms. it'd seem innocent if it wasn't for the stickiness in between your thighs, or the prominent bulge in his jeans occasionally pressing into your arse.
simon kicks a door open, knob bouncing off the wall with a crack, and quickly places you on the bed before tugging his shirt off. the belt and jeans come off next, and—
"you don't wear pants." why would he let that monstrosity just hang like that?
"good observation. is water still wet?" he asks, tonelessly. you narrow your eyes at him, pushing your tongue against the back of your teeth.
"fuck me for having eyes and using them as intended, i guess," you mumble under your breath. he grabs you by the ankle and tugs the skirt off, then your shoes, "ouch, i like my feet where they are, thank you," and literally rips your shirt in half. "you'll be giving me on of yours before i leave as recompense."
he holds himself up with his arms over you, your thighs burning as they cradle his hips.
his cock is a heavy, hot weight on your stomach— ruddy, leaking tip right under your navel. you're not small by any means, but he's going to tear you in half. there's no surviving such an onslaught. he's not just leaving you with a limp, he's going to turn your two smaller holes into one big one.
he tears into a golden wrapper with his teeth, and expertly rolls the condom on. simon lowers down to his elbows and nudges your jaw with his nose. "i'll stop the moment ya call it. tap on me if you're feelin' overwhelmed."
that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to you, and the fact that it comes from a massive creep who stares at people like they owe him money has you a bit dumbstruck.
his stubble grazes the side of your neck as he glides his cock along your slick folds; once, thrice, until the head catches on your swollen entrance. simon pushes in slow, agonizingly slow— you don't know if it's better or worse because you feel every devastating inch of his length as it forcibly wrenches your walls apart.
your senses are solely focused on him: his body enveloping yours completely. his breath, sweetened like malt, wafts gently across your skin. his thick waist that you can't fully wrap your legs around. everything about him is big— his physicality, his presence, his cock.
"take a deep breath for me, pet. feel everythin' i'm givin' you."
your lungs expand as you do, and when you exhale, your muscles slacken. rapturous pleasure begins to bleed through the delicate membrane that separates it from the bite of pain, until boundaries are blurred and—
and he sinks into you like a rock breaking the surface tension of still water, bottoming out in one, smooth stroke. you can't help the mewl that falls from your lips nor the way your walls clamp down around him.
"fuck, there it is. so bloody tight, this greedy cunt is takin' my cock like it was made for me."
there isn't a single coherent thought in your head and you're glad for it. finally, someone to fuck you stupid.
simon gives you an experimental thrust, dragging his length along every single one of your nerves, and then another— desire overflowing from where he stuffs you to the very brim. "good. ready?"
he takes your tiny nod as an answer this time and begins to fuck you in earnest. it takes everything in you to not black out from how perfect it felt.
simon puts his weight behind every thrust, a steady pull out, and a spine-jarring push in. you can feel him deep in your stomach, a delicious pinch of discomfort each time he presses against the plug of your womb.
"so fuckin' wet, your cunt's droolin' all over me." he hooks an arm under your left leg and lifts, the angle he's put you in tittering dangerously on the tightrope of rapture and ache.
it's so good, so fucking good, your slick walls fluttering as he carves himself into you, your soul, your cunt when you feel a tight snap inside.
simon pulls out in an instant, taking your breath with him as he does. you look down at his cock and notice that—
"the condom broke. i've got another in the drawer, gimme a sec."
there is some weird thing that lodges in place somewhere deep in your sternum when you realize that he's been nothing but considerate and attentive to you since he brought you home and hasn't fussed over anything once. it's an extremely low bar, you are aware. rewarding what should be the bare fucking minimum is sad, but you're not completely altruistic in your motives anyway. you want to feel his bare cock inside as he rearranges your insides.
"no!" he quickly turns to look at you, "no. it's okay. i'm clean and i'm also on the pill. if that's okay with you, of course."
a man his stature should not move as fast as he just did, blinking from one side of the room to the other. he quickly throws both of your legs over his shoulders, heels resting on his back when he sinks back in, this time letting out a guttural groan as he does.
you can feel the ridge of his flared head, the warmth of his cock seeping into your tender walls— a new level of intimacy. he fucks you with fervor now, a precise snap of his hips that has your teeth clacking with every thrust.
your climax takes you by complete surprise, crashing into you like waves on a rocky, jagged shore. burst after burst of blinding pleasure threatens to consume you whole, and when your limbs are loose and syrupy— body limp— only then do you realize that he came just as fast. thick white ropes of viscous spend cover your stomach and trail down to your abused cunt.
your hamstrings already hurt with delayed onset muscle soreness. you might actually need a wheelchair to go back home.
(thank god your hips held out, and no, you don't care that it's essentially sacrilegious of you to even think that.)
his breathing comes out in ragged bursts, beads of sweat dripping onto the valley of your breasts.
and he's back to the fucking staring. "simon."
"pet."
"please stop looking at me like that."
he huffs and dips his head to flick your hardened nipple with his tongue, making you hiss with over sensitivity.
"make me."
-
as dawn breaks, the world begins to stir awake. hues of pale pink stain the sky, the first blush of morning. light and shadow begin to blend in the bedroom.
your phone vibrates under the pillow, simon's arm tightening around your soft waist at the buzzing sound. his lips press a light kiss on the sensitive skin by your ear, and his large hand begins to weave its way downward, pads of his fingers gathering the evidence of last night (or early morning) and gently parts your folds, brushing light strokes on your clit.
when he places your leg around his hip and sinks into you from behind, your phone buzzes again-- alone and forgotten.
good morning!!! i expect a full, detailed report by lunch or so help you god.
sent 5:30 am
about time you got laid, you're not you when you're horny.
sent 5:49 am
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Just Friends | Han Jisung
Synopsis: Unrequited love is a bitch. Especially when it's between you and your best friend. Even more so when both of you think it's one sided. So what could possibly happen between you and him during a night of partying? Nothing right? You're just friends after all.
Pairings: au Han Jisung x Female Reader
Content Warning: Underage alcohol and drug use (marijuana only), Heavy smut, Friends to lovers, Public unprotected sex and light fluff at the end.
Author's note: I do not advise any anyone under the legal age to take part in the actions that take place in this work of fiction. Both parties are consenting adults over the age of 18. Please be responsible.
Part II
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"Y/N, you made it! Sweet!” Your best guy friend Jisung bounces up to you when you walk into the party.
His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are slightly glassy. Looks like he got a head start on partying but he makes sure to help you catch up. Pushing a plastic red cup into your hand the liquid sloshes over the top a little and you're hit with a strong whiff of vodka. Shaking your head with a smile, you eye your best friend since middle school. His silly grin makes your heart flutter and wakes up the butterflies that laid dormant in your stomach. Why did I have to fall for him? You think to yourself but quickly shove the thought away. Tonight you're going to have fun. Being a good girl all the time has gotten boring. Besides it's your last year in highschool, better live it up.
“Dude, of course I came. No way in hell was I going to miss watching you make an ass out of yourself.” You say jokingly and force a large gulp of your drink down.
Fuck, it was strong but all the better to get you quickly to the level Jisung was on. He wasn't just tipsy either, a lit rolled joint rested in-between two of his long fingers. The embers softly glowed in the darkened basement of the house the party was held. Some girl you barely knew but her parents were cool. Staying upstairs and even supplying the drinks. As long as no one was driving, the way they saw it, it was better we were safely doing it here rather than out on the streets.
“Oh come on y/n when do I ever make a fool of myself?” Jisung asks, spreading his arms wide and a bit of his drink splashes onto his arm.
Covering your mouth and laughing behind your hand at your high and drunk friend, who you were madly in love with, you pointed your cup in his direction as to prove your point. “I rest my case.”
Stealing the joint from his fingers you put it up to your lips and inhale deeply. His eyes watch the way your lips cover the end of it, the way they tighten around it to inhale the smoke that heats your tongue and throat. He's transfixed, it seems, completely forgetting what you two were talking about. Instead, thoughts of your lips sucking his cock just like that flashes in his mind. His fuzzy mind wanders, imagining scenarios of you down on your knees in front of him while he's giving every drop of him.
When you lean your head back, eyes towards the purple and orange Halloween lights strung up on the ceiling and exhale the smoke, Jisung's eyes find their way to your neck. His gaze travels to your collarbone and down to the black v-neck T-shirt you wore with skeleton hands over where your breast lay nestled away underneath. Lingering eyes notice the way your chest rises and falls with each breath and how delectable your cleavage looks in that shirt. He can't help his thoughts. You've been the cause of all his wet dreams.
Of course you don't notice a thing. In your mind you think he doesn't notice your body, you think he doesn't see the way your tight jeans hug curves. Why would he? You think, taking another puff and another. I'm probably just one of the bros to him.
“Woah, woah, woah. Bro take it easy.” Jisung says chuckling and taking the joint back from you.
His words only confirm your thoughts. Yeah, we're just bros… just friends. You roll your eyes and with an already cloudy brain you chug your drink. It burns going down but the feeling is better than the feeling of unrequited love.
“I need another drink. Where'd you get this?” You wonder with eyes scanning the party.
Bodies pressed close together as they dance. Practically fucking in the middle of the room to the loud music that plays with its heavy bass. But you don't see the drinks. Looking back at your friend he's just staring at you with his lips parted. Raising an eyebrow you silently question his weird behavior only for him to smirk at you before continuing to smoke.
“Follow me lovely.” He says, using the age old nickname he gave you years ago.
Every time he calls you that you swear your panties become instantly drenched and with your head swimming in alcohol and weed, the fantasies of you and him run rampant in that cloudy heavy head of yours. He leads you between the throngs of your classmates who are equally fucked up as you are or more to the kitchen. It becomes hotter the further you move into the basement yet entering the kitchen the breeze through the open window feels great on your already heated skin. Various bottles of alcohol are lined up on the counter in the middle and next to the fridge there's different types of sodas and juice. Reaching a hand out you go straight to the watermelon vodka, smirking when your hand wraps around the glass. Jisung loves watermelon. Watermelon flavored anything really. You often wonder if you were to kiss him would he taste like watermelon? Sweet and juicy like the red flesh of the fruit.
Knocking back a couple of more drinks and even getting a fresh joint all to yourself, courtesy of Felix, a friend of yours and Jisungs, you feel… free. Both light and heavy at the same time. Every beat and every bass of whatever song that plays you swear you can feel. Really feel it in your bones. The feeling is heavenly. Leaning back on your elbows against the counter of the kitchen's island, you listen to Jisung and Hyunjin -another friend- talk about the new Call of Duty game that dropped last week.
“Did you see the tits on that hot redhead in the campaign?” Hyunjin says dramatically, covering his face with both hands and dragging them down.
You just laugh and flick some of the ash off the end of your joint into an abandoned cup of water. Watching it sink to the bottom of the cup you bring your own up to your mouth and drink deeply.
“Oh fuck yeah I saw those babies. Although those tits don't come close to y/n’s.” You hear Jisung say and you almost spit out your drink. Wide eyed and coughing up a lung you look at the two boys as they throw their heads back laughing.
“Shit, you should've seen your face. I thought you were going to pass out for a second there y/n.” Jisung laughs, patting you on your back.
“Well excuse me. I didn't expect my tits to come up in a conversation.”
He chuckles again and his hands begin to rub your back in small circles. His fingers sprawled out wide and you're hyper aware of the heat emitting from his palm as well as his body that's pressed up close to the side of you. Hyunjin isn't paying attention to either of you by now. His phone is his top priority as his fingers fly over the screen texting someone.
“I can't help it if you got nice tits lovely.” Jisung whispers in your ear causing you to shiver.
He takes your joint and holds it out for you to take a drag. Swallowing hard and wetting your lips you lean forward, eyes on him and cover the end with your lips. He watches you inhale deep and when you turn to blow the smoke out he takes a hit as well.
“Dance with me?” he asks you abruptly, taking your hand in his. Dropping the joint into Hyunjin's hand on the way out of the kitchen he guides you to the middle of the makeshift dance floor.
What the fuck? I know I'm pretty shitfaced but am I hallucinating now?
That thought repeats in your head the entire time Jisung dances with you. You're convinced that you imagined the entire conversation in your intoxicated state and start to move your body to the music. Eyes closed, hips swaying left and right, head slowly bobbing to the beat of Chase Atlantic's Slow Down. You're singing along with the sensual and suggestive lyrics when you feel a pair of hot hands on your skin just below the hem of your shirt. Eyes fly open in surprise but when you turn to look at the person who's now pulling you into them your pulse quickens. Jisung's lips are close to your own and you can smell the watermelon vodka you and him drank all night. Fingers pressing into your hips he encourages you to keep dancing, willing you to grind your ass against him.
Too faded in your mind to feel any ounce of nervousness you'd have on a normal day you go all out. Hips swirling in a circular motion you continue to dance pushing your ass against him. He moves with you matching your movements, bodies rolling together. The hardness in his black jeans is unmistakable and it only makes you want him even more than you ever have. For seven years you harbored your secret crush on him and for 3 of those years you lusted after him. Nights in your bedroom alone you'd moan into your pillow crying his name over and over imagining his fingers rubbing your velvety walls instead of your own. The very fingers that tease and caress your skin as they make their way to your belly.
Needing to see his face, because part of you still believes that you're passed out somewhere dreaming, you look back at him and the sight breaks something in you. Maybe it's the walls you kept up in order to not get hurt, maybe it's your sanity, you don't don't really know. All you know is that you need him. You need to feel the stiffness that's clothed and pressed on your ass inside of you.
Jisung's eyes land on your lips before he slowly brings them back up to look at you. Fuck it, you do what you've dreamt about doing and kiss him. It's blissful and for a moment it's sweet. His lips taste exactly like you thought. Watermelon. It's only when the hand that rests on your stomach travels south that the kiss intensifies. It becomes messy, hot and hurried. He cups your sex over your jeans and you moan on his mouth.
As if he wasn't already hard, you feel his cock stiffen more and he groans softly on your lips. The sound carries its way inside of you down to your feet. The bodies around you fade away, leaving just the two of you in a intimate, private bubble. Holding onto you tightly he pushes himself hard into as if he could penetrate you through all the layers of clothing that currently keep you two from actually fucking right there in front of half the senior class. This teasing, it's an excruciating sort of sensation.
“Fuck me Jisung.” You beg, “Fuck me hard.”
“Shit.” He growls.
He doesn't hesitate, doesn't even let go of the hold he has on your waist when he pulls you into the kitchen and out the glass door into the backyard. There's not a lot of people out here but they're just a blur to you while you get dragged into the dimly lit garage through a door on the side of the house. Only thing illuminating the space is a large bug zapper. The soft neon purple light bounces off the two cars and random objects, casting strange shadows on the walls. You're jerked forward into Jisung's arms and his lips are on yours again. His hands palm your ass while his tongue dances with yours.
“Mm baby, fuck why do your lips taste so good?”
His words, dripping with lust, fall from his mouth. You don't get a chance to come up with some witty or stupid reply because he's spinning you around and bending you over the hood of a black mustang. The hood is cool to the touch from the late October night air but your body is scorching. Fumbling, drunk fingers clumsily undo the button on your jeans, making quick work on the zipper next. Doesn't take long for his pants and yours to be a pool of denim around the pair of your ankles.
His hand comes crashing down over your ass smacking it once making you gasp in shock. He moans appreciatively, licking his lower lip watching your skin turn pink. One hand palming where the strike connected he uses his other hand to guide the leaking tip of his cock to your opening.
“Damn you're so wet.” He shuddered, rubbing himself in-between your folds.
“J- just for you, Ji.” You purr.
“Yeah baby? You get this wet for me all the time?”
You nod your head in response. Speech becomes increasingly difficult the more he teases your cunt and rubbing himself over your clit. When he rams into you suddenly the sound that leaves you is so foreign to you that you aren't even sure it came from you. This strangle whimpering cry seems to only make Jisung crazier. He's driving into with so much force that the car rocks underneath you. He's so thick and the feeling of him stretching you wide, has you feeling higher than any strain of weed you've had.
“F- fuck y/n... Why do you feel so good?” He hisses, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside of you.
You can't speak. All you can do is moan and whimper incoherently, watching your breath fog the shiny black surface of the car. His balls slap against your clit each time his length disappears inside of you. He isn't quiet either, he doesn't shy away from moaning your name praising you or telling how good you feel on his dick. Your name is repeated like a mantra.
“Jisung, fuck!” You manage to cry out clawing at the smooth surface below you.
“That's my girl. Keep talking lovely. I wanna hear you. Wanna hear your sexy voice.” Rolling his hip he slams into at such an angle your legs begin to shake.
“Don't- don't stop, shit. I'm so close Sungie. Fuck, your cock feels so good inside of me mmm.” Your words push him closer to the edge and his fingers dig painfully into your hips.
Doesn't matter though, chasing the climax that's building quickly inside of you is what matters. Feeling Jisung's cock slide in and out of you creating this beautiful slippery sound when your bodies connect…. you don't know how you'll ever get enough of this. With a shuddering breath you squeeze your eyes shut so tight that you start seeing specks of white lights flashing behind your lids. Your skin prickles and your walls clench down around him pulling a strained groan from him as your orgasm crashes through you. Burying your face in the crook of your arm you attempt to muffle your anguish moans. Jisung pumps into you at a frenzied pace groaning and grunting and cumming with you at the same time.
“Ah, y/n, y/n! Shit, fuck, baby!
Your pussy pulsates milking his cock for every drop of cum that he gives you, filling you up to the point that some starts to drip down your inner thigh. Your legs feel like jelly and the sound of your shared heavy breathing and panting seems to somehow sync with the rhythm of the muffled music playing from inside the house. Groaning he slides out of and you shiver feeling the cold hit your ass.
“I've wanted to do that for a long time.” Jisung admits softly after your clothes are back in place.
The sudden confession makes you feel suddenly shy as if he wasn't just rearranging your guts one minute ago. With gentle hands he cups your face and places a sweet and tender kiss to your lips. When he pulls back from you his eyes blaze with unspoken words that you feel in your chest. With the high from the weed gone and the buzz slowly wearing off it becomes clear that this wasn't a one time thing. The love you thought was one sided wasn't and he wanted to be clear about that, even if he couldn't put it into words right now.
“Come back to my place? I don't want the night to end yet.” His hands find their way to yours intertwining your fingers together. “My parents aren't home.” He adds with a cocky smirk.
A giggle bubbles up from you and you roll your eyes playfully. “Can't get enough can you Ji?” You tease, finding it easy to still have the best friend vibes between you.
“Lovely, the way you felt on my dick, I don't think I'll ever get enough.” He confesses and picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder carrying out of the garage into the Halloween night air.
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Hi! I am currently down with the sickness (not in the fun way) could you please write a fic with the cod guys and a sick reader? (Sore throat, congestion, cough) anyhoo I love your writing!!
Aww, well I hope you are doing better by now, but if you aren't, then here you have the boys taking good care of you.
141 taking care of a sick reader.
You hadn't been feeling well the last couple of days. It started small, a little headache, and your throat started to feel sore. Swallowing became rough and almost painful, causing you to drink more water and stealing from Simons tea stash more often.
This is actually how the others caught on.
Because you stole Simon's tea. And he noticed.
Another day, coughing your face off in your office. Your raw throat hurt, coughing again and taking another sip of tea, noticing you were getting low again.
Feeling too warm, too cold. Sniffly. You didn't want to admit that you were sick. It was less about telling the others and not doing anything but the fact of being sick. You never liked being sick.
You swallowed the last gulp of your tea and stood up, swishing the cup and heading out of your office to the shared common space kitchen further down the hall.
Surprised to get there and see Johnny and Simon talking while Simon made himself tea.
"Hey guys." You rasped, reaching to the cupboard to snatch another of Simon's tea packets.
Johnny looked at you. "Fuckin' hell, you look bloody terrible."
"Well thanks..."
Simon also looked at you. Seeing your flushed face, droopy eyes, stuffy nose, raw throat. "You're sick."
"I know..."
"So what the hell are you doing up?"
You look up at him and shrug, sniffling and wiping your nose on your sleeve out of habit. Simon gives you that look. The one of 'I'm not impressed' look.
You coughed again, forcing it into your sleeve and away from the two, and they had seen enough. They looked at each other, sharing a glance or two.
"I'll get this one to bed." Simon finished up your tea, giving the warm cup to you and ushered you down the hall.
"What??" You asked as you were led off away from the kitchen.
"You need rest and recovery. Not to mention we don't want you getting us sick as well." Simon's hand hovering over your back as he led you to your room. He placed your cup of tea on the nightstand and let you get dressed into comfier clothing before snuggling into bed.
Simon tucked the blankets in, wrapping you up and patting the top of your head a little roughly. "There. Now just... Sleep."
"That's not how it works... Simon..." You rasped, already feeling your droopy eyelids increase by 100 pounds.
Simon turned to the door as another few set of footsteps came in, Johnny coming in with new pillows and blankets. Making sure you were extra buried and tucked in.
Gaz also followed, having the medical supplies the check your condition.
"Hey y/n, heard you're sick." Gaz pulled out the thermometer.
"Hey Gaz... yeah..."
He tipped your chin and you opened your mouth so he could stick the thermometer under your tongue. Hearing it beep and then pulling it out, looking at the number.
"You're 38 Celsius. So average cold temperature. You'll be ok."
You nod. "Thank you."
Johnny ruffles your hair. "Get some rest Eggy, you'll need it."
You smile softly, patting his hand and closing your eyes, feeling the weight of your skeleton sink into the pillows.
Later in the evening you heard movement and someone touching your head. You moaned in pain, your throat dry and swallowing was painful. You opened your eyes, rubbing them and looking up.
"Mm, did I wake you?"
Price ran his hand through your hair. In the last couple hours one of them had placed a cold cloth on your head that had warmed over time.
"Hey cap..." You smiled weakly, sniffling and then coughing violently. Price moved the edge of your blanket in front of your mouth, handing you some tissues and getting your tea cup ready.
"Easy, easy." He said softly, letting you blow your nose and trick shot it into the garbage can.
Price chuckles softly, handing you your tea, making sure you were sat up to drink. "Sorry I didn't tell you guys earlier." You said before nearly swallowing all the tea.
"Its alright. You'll tough it out."
You smile softly and nod. "Yeah, I guess I'll be ok. Just gotta get better." You swallowed the last of your tea and relaxed again. Price took the cup from you, running his hand gently over your forehead, feeling your flushed skin.
"I'll get you some more tea."
"Thank you."
Price nodded and got up, leaving you and soon coming back with more tea. He placed it on the nightstand, seeing your eyes barely open. He caresses your cheek, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
"You get some more rest kiddo." He whispered, leaving your room and gently closing the door.
You slept a majority of the day. Letting your body catch up from all the work you had been doing. And later toward the night you found yourself restless, congestion building up in your throat.
Coughing badly, your throat sore that everything hurt. You could barely lay still as you turned over in your blanket mess.
You groaned, hearing a knock on your door. "Come in." You coughed, sitting up and grabbing your tea to swallow it down.
Johnny and Gaz opened your door. "It sounds like you're dying in here." Gaz chuckled as he came over.
"Is it that loud??" You sniffled.
"Yeah, it is. We figured you wouldn't mind some company."
You groaned and shook your head. "I'll get you sick-" You coughed again, making Gaz cringe a little. "Hang on, give me a second." He rushed out of the room, leaving you with Johnny.
"We'll be ok. We just want to make sure you are comfortable and happy."
"Well... I'm not feeling very happy right now." You grimaced, sniffling and reaching for more tissues.
Johnny came over and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your leg through the blanket. "But hey, you'll be back up on your feet soon. Just like always right?"
You huff. "That's what Price said."
"Old man's always right."
Gaz comes back with a pack of lozenges, pulling one out for you. "It should help a bit." You nod, taking it and popping it into your mouth. "Thank you."
Johnny crawls onto the bed, gently ruffling your hair and wraps his arms around you.
"Johnny.... I'll get you sick."
"Nonsense, John MacTavish doesn't get sick."
You sighed and closed your eyes, sinking back into it. It was nice. There wasn't much more room for Gaz on top of all the blankets, but his work was done, leaning down and kissing your temple and ruffling your hair before leaving.
"Night mates."
"Night Gaz." Johnny replied, smiling softly as you drifted back asleep in his arms.
Waking up the next morning you still felt bad. Bring woken up in a coughing fit, your throat feeling backed up and sore, like something was stuck.
You reached for your cup of tea, it was cold and bland now but you guzzled the last of it down to hope it would help.
Popping a lozenge as well for good measure. "Hell..." You rasped, laying back in bed.
And then you realized that Johnny wasn't with you anymore. You looked at the empty side of your bed, humming softly and closing your eyes. Maybe he couldn't sleep with all your incessant coughing.
Your eyes weren't closed for long before you heard a knock at your door.
"Come in!" Your voice cracked as the door opened and Simon came in. "Hello."
"Hey Ghost..." You sniffled, seeing something in his hands.
"What you got there?"
"Oh this?" He flipped the book in his hand. "Thought I'd read you a little mornin' story. Called Sadie and the Pink sock."
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "You're a real prick, aren't ya?"
He grinned under the mask, you knew. He sat down on the edge of your bed. "I'm kidding. Soap said I needed to... so I brought an old horror book."
"Simon... not horror."
Simon clicked his tongue, flicking to the first page. "What a coincidence it's about a person who gets a very disgusting sickness and- well I'll just read it to you."
You shivered, but you knew you weren't getting out of it. And horror or not, Simon's voice was soothing to listen to in the right tone.
You hummed, closing your eyes and settling back into bed as Simon began to read.
And somewhere along the way Gaz came in with breakfast. Helping you sit up and placing the plate of warm food in your lap, and a side bowl of warm chicken noodle soup on your nightstand.
Simon got a little comfier on your bed as he read the book. It honestly was pretty interesting, even if it was starting to get slightly gross.
You couldn't complain with getting pampered, it was such an interesting switch. That and how most of them were entirely unwilling to entertain the idea of ever getting sick in their entire lifetime ever- coughsimoncough.
Anyhow.
This is how it went over the weeks. Simon sent to read you his book with a disinterested tone, pausing and making sure you were ok when you coughed. Making sure you got bathroom breaks and some exercise.
Gaz would bring you breakfast and food through the day.
Price would come to check up on you but had mostly taken on the duty of finishing up some of your work, he knew you'd appreciate it when this was all set and done.
But he came in to say goodnight like he always did and check in on you sometime in the morning.
Johnny could come and snuggle with you whenever you felt uncomfortable and wriggling around, unable to settle.
It was nice. It was really nice. They took good care of you.
The occasional time you threw up Simon panicked and grabbed your regular garbage can to use. Which quickly turned into him excusing himself to begrudgingly tie up the bag of vomit and go throw it out. You're lucky he didn't kill you right then and there... or make you take it out yourself.
Or the time you were snuggling with Johnny and coughed up a storm right into his chest, trying to apologize even before you had some tea, your head feeling dizzy from all the snot on top of that. But Johnny didn't mind, only telling you to get comfy, get out what you needed to.
Gaz made you chicken noodle soup with chicken chunks in it, and after seeing you guzzle down the minor change, added chicken chunks to each new bowl and flavored up the broth a little more. Making what you'd ask for if in advance and good for your body.
Price stopping in to give you updates, give little anecdotes on recruits or paperwork. And you laughed so hard your voice cracked again and you accidentally got snot all over him, all of t deciding to come out then.
Price didn't say anything to your face but politely excused himself. Leaving you to blow your nose until it hurt. But your head felt better after!
And when all was set and done, you finally woke up one morning, still feeling a little backed up in the head, but your throat was hardly as sore as before and your voice was back to normal. You smiled, getting up out of bed, feeling less dizzy, normal temperature.
You beat it!!
Yes!
You immediately rushed to tell the others-....
Where were the others??
The common area empty, offices, empty. You hummed. They would all definitely be up by now??
You saw Price eventually drag himself into the kitchen sniffling a little. "Hey y/n."
"Hey Price... where are the others?"
Price looked at you, and shrugged, going to make s coffee.
You frowned, going to investigate, you opened Johnny's door, only to find him droopy, sniffling and coughing.
Oh.
You went and found Gaz in his room, tucked in shivering in his blanket, sniffling and looking just as droopy.
Oh...
And Simon?? Simon Ghost Riley. Indestructible to all sicknesses. You opened his door a crack, seeing him passed out in bed with all the blankets piled on top of himself, and his garbage can full of crumpled tissues.
Oh.
Well you warned them. But perhaps you could try and safely pay them back for what they did for you. And hopefully, you wouldn't get sick again.
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Part 1: Their s/o is a skeleton pt.1 (Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror) - For context
Their s/o is a skeleton PT.2
(Error, Dream, Ink, Swap)
Error:
Oh, he absolutely knows that you're a skeleton because you're dead.
How? He read your file. (Sneaky mf)
He might've been a little interested in you at that time. (Takes this to his grave)
He's the one that's, next to Dust, the MOST prepared! You want bandaids? He has a whole stock of them. You need snack's? Sure, what do you want?
He's like your little hero most of the time, it's actually really cute ❤️
Always ready to step in if you happen to be in danger.
He became a little sap because of you, no one really knows why, or where it come from.
Error speaking to Ink; "I hate you, and I wish I would've never met you! So tell me, why should I help you?!" ".... We've got Y/n-" "I'm in."
Uses his strings to secure you when on missions, since he has Haphephobia.
Really sweet towards you, but an ass to everybody else 💀
"Y/n! I need you to-" Killer spoke, but got cut off by Error. "I'll do it." There's a silence following after that. "Huh? Wha-Why? It's quite...hmm... dangerous." Error scoffed at Killer's dumbness. "Yeah. Exactly I want to do it for Y/n." You awed a little, grateful for Error's kind words.
After they ended their own conversations, you went up to Error, smiling at him. "Error..thank you for doing that!" Error smiled and used his strings to sort of...hug you? "It's no problem. I'd do anything for you..." You blinked and looked at him, confused. "Huh? I'm sorry- what did you say," Error blushed deep yellow and stammered. "A- Uh.. it's nothing! Really..." After awhile of you both staring into each others eyes, Error snapped out of it blushing profusely.
"I GOTTA GO! THE ANTIVOID'S ON FIRE!!!" You laughed as he teleported away. What a liar..heh.
Dream:
Oh my god! You're dead?! Is his immediate reaction. After that follows a quick stammer of these words: "Are you ok?! I mean- you're dead, of course you're not ok! BUT DOES IT STILL HURT?! OH MY GOD!!!!"
He's like a worried mother. 💀
Becomes even more worried when he finds out you're bones are easily breakable.
Someone, please calm him down!
Don't get him wrong, he is usually composed and calm, but he literally went crazy after you told him this mind-blowing fact to him.
I mean, he loves you, very dearly. But he just found out that his crush is actually dead, and is very fragile.
After getting used to this, Dream treats you as if you were made out of porcelain.
He's being so very careful for you. You could be doing anything. Even the simplest of things, and he'd be watching you like a hawk, checking if you'll be ok.
He stopped doing that after you told him it's making you uncomfortable, but decided to instead hold your hand, or lay his hand on your back. (Depending on what you're doing.)
Doesn't bring you on fights on many occasions. (Doesn't like seeing you hurt.)
But if you do end up in a fight, he makes sure to always put you first. No one else matters except you when it comes to fights. Not even himself. He'd rather sacrifice himself then watched you die. 😭
You were watching a movie, when you felt it..the intense gaze....
Like a hawk ready to strike. You silently gulped, turning around. You were met with Dream's gaze. "Uhm...hi Dream..? Something's the matter?" Dream shook his head, his gaze never leaving you. You groaned. You thought he was over this! You turned to him. "Dream! I thought that I told you, that you don't need to watch over me in these situa-" "You're pretty." Everything fell silent, as you let his words sink in. You blinked a few times, red blush starting to appear on your face.
"Huh?" "You're very pretty tonight, Y/n." Is that why he was staring?? You didn't had any words, shock overcoming you. "Um..thank you??" He flashed you a gentle smile, then went up the stairs. What a weird night.
Ink:
Oh, so you weren't born a skeleton? Cool cool. But can you watch thi-
He doesn't care. And it's not because he's an asshole, it's because he doesn't find it really mind-blowing.
He doesn't change his view about you just cause you're dead! Hah!
He's that kind of a friend that would laugh if you'd done something to yourself. Like broke a bone on accident or something. Trust me, he WILL laugh his ass off.
He might be doing all these things, but he did find himself chasing after you. He didn't know that though. (Remember. He doesn't really have emotions..)
He probably never felt these emotions before, so he doesn't know that he loves you, until one specific moment.
The moment where you confess to him. He should feel happy in this moment! But he just feels- sorry. For you. He thinks he doesn't deserve your love, simply because his emotions are fake.
So he studies these emotions further!
He suddenly becomes an expert at love. 🤠
Keeps telling you cringe things, thinking that'd woe you... "I wanna be your sigma baby!" You just look at him in disgust. "Don't... don't do that..."
Ink loves to capture small moments on camera, so he has a ton of pictures with you two! He has them all printed out, sticked on his wall.
Every time he looks at them, he thinks of you. And that just makes him feel...alive.
You were walking down the stairs when you suddenly tripped. You groaned, about to stand up, until you heard a loud crack. Oh no.... your leg bone just broke! Great.. "OH MY GOD! I can't believe you just plummeted a whole flight of stairs!" You groaned even more when you heard the voice of that rat...Ink.
"Ink...can you help me instead of laughing at me?" "No." Was his immediate response before laughing his ass off furthermore. "You're such an ass..." Ink chuckled, suddenly holding you up bridal style. "Yeah, but I'm your ass." You couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. Yeah.."
Swap:
Is kinda...chill? It's actually really weird. You would think he'd freak out the most.
It was actually just cause Error told him beforehand. (Swap bribed him 💀
He was surprised, but didn't change the way he treated you.
The only thing he did is just...admire you from afar.
You kinda became his role model. He just admires you so much! He thinks it's incredible how you can still push forward even in your conditions.
Has kitty bandaids in his pockets prepared just for you :)
Just a lil cutie, always making sure you're ok.
Always encouraging you in everything you do! He's your little cheerleader.
Tried to calm Dream down when he found out. "It's ok Dream! They're ok! Stop overreacting!"
He might be the good guy. But if he finds out...that someone hurt you... he'll personally eliminate them. And he's not really hiding it either. He's actually thriving in it. (Which makes you kinda nervous.)
"S-Swap?" You called out his name. You needed his assistance. Nightmare severely hurt you. Broke a few bones... Swap immediately went to your side.
"Y/n! Are you ok?! What happened?" You frowned and explained him the situation. "Nightmare happened. That's what.." you slowly went to sit down, watching Swap curiously. "...Swap?" You suddenly saw a flick of anger across his face. "I'M GONNA TEAR HIM TO SHREDS THAT EVEN DREAM WON'T RECOGNIZE HIM!!" You jumped, being shocked. You never saw Swap act like this.
He was about to rush out the door, until you stopped him, holding his sleeve. "Swap, no! It's ok...just...help me patch up? Please.." Swap looked at you sadly, until nodding his head going over to the medkit. "I'm sorry...Y/n. I don't know what came over me..." You nodded, wincing from your injuries. "... I'm still going to annihilate him.." you looked at him with confusion. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" "Nothing. Just that I love..." He stopped himself from finishing that sentence. "Tacos. I love Tacos." Swap blurted out avoiding your eye contact.
..
.
"And also you..."
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Father Mine- 3
ok so this is where canon goes out the window, ive made my own universe, this might be blasphemy against marvel comics but i dont know. Honestly i made this up as i kept going and i like how this chapter ended<3 tell me how you like it! if you want a spoiler go to the tags and see what i've tagged :) part 1
You must have passed out because you wake up in someone’s living room.
“Anyone home?” You dare to call out. The apartment is sort of open-plan and if you had the energy to turn around and move you would have been able to see the man in the white suit staring at you.
“Yep. Hello!” The man walks up to you and you flinch at his strong southern london accent and glaring white suit that makes him look like a psycho Colonel Sanders, “I hope you’re alright, Khonshu said you were from another dimension?”
You reluctantly reply, “That’s right? And by Khonshu do you mean the actual Egyptian God?”
He nods excitedly, “Yea! Right twit he is!”
You look at him worriedly, maybe he is psycho colonel sanders after all.
He looks at himself in the mirror and does a double take, “Oh bollocks! No wonder you look scared!” The suit disappears to reveal a man with wild curls in an oversize t-shirt and pajamas, “sorry, sometimes I forget I still have it on.” He smiles nervously, “Um I’m Steven. With a V.”
That causes you to smile a little, maybe he’s not so bad, “Hello Steven.” You wave from your position on the couch and tell him your name.
Behind him you see a bony pigeon looking skeleton appear and your eyes widen, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!” You point at it and scream.
Steven turns around, “That’s Khonshu, you can see him?”
“NO SHIT!” You web a wall and pull yourself up to stick to it, glaring at the offending creature.
“That’s mental.” He exclaims.
“What universe is this?” You ask him, eyes narrowed underneath your mask.
“Well, there’s no particular name for it.” Steven begins, but Khonshu intervenes, “How is it that you were able to traverse through the inter dimensional planes?”
“I knew someone who could.”
Suddenly Stevens demeanour changes and your spider sense tingles, you ready your webs against the potential threat.
The voice that comes out of Stevens mouth is not his. It’s the sound of the man who threw you here.
“Kid?” He says when you freeze and take your mask off, looking at him with wide eyes.
“You’re-You’re not Steven.” Your voice breaks at the familiar lilt.
He shakes his head, “My name is Marc.”
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“Miguel! Stop it!” Jess finally snaps and the man looks up at her.
She takes a hold of his hair and uses it to maneuver his face to look at him, “You either go and get her back, or you fucking move on. Because in this state there is no way you will be able to do anything. Get your shit together. ”
He gulps, not used to seeing her angry side often and nods.
“She thinks I’m a monster.” He looks down at his toes and breathes shakily.
“Then prove to her that you’re not. You’re her father, regardless of what she says, she still loves you. You need to apologize to her.” She looks at him pointedly and he sighs.
"What do you want me to say, 'Hey honey, I know what I did was wrong, I was wrong to chase a teenager and I was too blinded by my fear of losing my daughter again that I chased you away. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.' Thats not going to be good enough."
"It's a start."
"Jessica." he looks up
"What?"
"I should have told you, something about her."
"What?"
"She's not a normal variant, even if her universe was destroyed. That fact alone makes her a special case. There's a reason I sent her to Earth 19999. Her atoms and dna will not glitch there. And I don't know why."
"Why didn't you send her there before?"
"It was too dangerous."
"As opposed to Earth 1999999?" Jess raises an eyebrow.
"Very similar universes, but everything is flipped."
The woman tilts her head, "What do you mean?"
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You sip on the hot tea Steven had made for you, glaring at the bony god sitting opposite you.
“I cannot send you back, child.” He says and you roll your eyes,
“As if I didn’t know that. The tea’s lovely, thank you.” You smile at Steven who beams at you. He’s much nicer than the American man living inside him. The one who was Miguel in this universe.
“Marc?”
He nods, “I happen to know of someone who can help you.”
You tilt your head, “Go on.”
He went to explain how he was on call as an Avenger, who were considered the world’s mightiest heroes, and how he was acquainted with someone known as Dr Strange.
As soon as he says, the name Strange, your mind considers the possibility that you might be in the universe of idiots, as Miguel calls it. Earth-1999999.
He’s spent whole hours explaining the entire storyline that honestly came out of a movie to you and while it was such, really Captain America you ditched your best friend to go be with someone who had already moved on? You were drawn to the universe.
It reminded you very much of your home universe that was destroyed.
When you’d nodded and said you’d be on your way he’d blocked you from leaving. Saying it was too dangerous and that you were being an irresponsible person.
You tried to reason with him but he was able to block your punches with efficiency, and he reached for your web slingers. The ones Miguel had given you.
That was currently why there was a purple bruise on Stevens’s cheek that you felt bad about. This sweet man didn’t deserve to suffer the consequences of a hard punch. So you had helped him around the kitchen and he made you tea as a way of saying thank you.
“If you can’t take me away, you can atleast lead me to Strange, considering your own Knight isn’t letting me leave.”
“For good reason.”
“But it doesn’t make sense, without the watch I would be glitching every three seconds because the universe would not accept my genes. Here I haven’t glitched a single time.”
The god tilts his head and seems to contemplate your words, mimicking the man who looks at you with his head tilted, “Most interesting.”
Whatever you were going to say died on your tongue as orange sparks began to appear out of thin air, forming a circle and then a portal out of which a man with a weird beard walks through. He nods at Steven and walks over to you, “So you’re the one huh?”
“No, your mom is.” You snarl, “Yes. Doctor Strange, I’ve heard of you.”
“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow, “Am I a common topic of conversation in the multiverse?”
“When we have to make fun of something yes.” You grin.
He rolls his eyes, “How did you arrive here?”
“Look I'd leave if I could, sir. But my device was taken away by the jerk who sent me here.”
His eyes narrow, “Sent you?”
Shit, you might have said the wrong thing.
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"So you're not from here." The sorcerer supreme raises his eyebrow at you.
"No, sir." you're shocked at your politeness, but the man demands respect.
"And you cannot go back?"
"No."
"There is only one person now, who is capable of autonomous multiverse travel, America Chavez. And even her powers are not perfect. It is too risky to do this."
"What would you have me do then?" you ask.
"Wait here, there must be a reason you are not glitching. Maybe, you were meant to be sent here." Strange reasons.
His words make sense, honestly, maybe this universe would be your new home. Even back in Nueva York, you had to wear the watch at all times, or you'd be glitching.
But did Miguel know that? Because if he didn't know, then that would mean he'd sent you to your death.
You just nod at what Strange says, his words going in one year and out the other. You miss the way his eyes glint and flash. His shadow moving under him.
"She can stay with us at the tower." Steven puts his hand on your shoulder, looking directly at Strange, no smile on his face. After a few moments, the Doctor nods.
Your spider sense starts to tingle, and you glace at Steven, who only smiles at you. All teeth. Eyes that are blank. Devoid of emotion.
Now that you're here to stay, he looks like he's never been happier.
"You're going to enjoy yourself here, love." he pats your shoulder, "We'll all have a bit of fun."
You need to run.
#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#marc spector#atsv miguel#father mine#mini miguel<33#mandela catalogue#atsv
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Call Me Guilty (Bad Sanses Gang x GN! Reader)
Prompt:
"Loving any of us is a death sentence, isn't it?"
Just some angsty headcanons of how I think the Bad Sans would act if they told you to leave them, or to stop loving them.
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Tears filled the human's eyes, shock at the words he had spoken.
"Don't make me leave," they choked out, a tight sob caught in their throat.
The skeleton looked away in shame.
"It's for your own good," he muttered. "You- you aren't safe with me. You never were."
The human's lip trembled.
"So, all of it, all of this, was for nothing? Our friendship, our love, our home-"
"My home, not yours. You were never meant to come here, much less be here."
The human took a huge gulp of air, tears starting to fall down their cheeks.
"You don't mean that."
The skeleton gritted his teeth.
"You were never meant to love me! Loving me will kill you! It is your death sentence!"
"Then call me guilty!!" Their voice was raw with emotion, their eyes wide with pained betrayal. "So what if I am? It was done gladly! I was, I am happy to love you! Don't make me go, please!"
His silence held the answer.
Nightmare Sans:
He stared apathetically, trying to not flinch or feed off of the surge of negative emotions stemming from the human.
He could never admit the fear that filled him when he had first felt their love permeating from their very being when he was around them, how they adored him and cared about him, regardless of his past.
Once, he had been vulnerable.
And he had gotten hurt.
But this wasn't just about him, it was about you and how being with him...
Would hurt you.
He averted his eyes as the human bowed their head in silent, but pained, acceptance, walking away, knowing they would never be able to change his mind.
"Farewell," he murmured.
Killer Sans:
His own eyes reflected pain and agony, black oozing from the empty cavities.
He never wanted to hurt them- well, maybe in the beginning, but now? He could even bear to think of it.
And yet he must for their safety.
"I'm sorry, sunshine," he muttered, snapping his fingers as knives appeared behind him.
"But if you don't leave, I'll have to take drastic measures."
He would have to have Nightmare do a purge on his emotions later.
It was better if he forgot.
Dust Sans:
His silence was eerie, for once, his eyes dim as he stared at the ground.
Whispers filled his mind. It was for the best, it, no, he, said. They could have never truly loved you.
The skeleton sighed, drawing into himself.
"D-Dust-"
"Get out."
They flinched, reaching out for him.
"GET OUT!" He snarled, bones snapping up into life and pointing at them.
As they ran, terrified sobs leaving them, he sank to his knees, listening to the last beats of their footsteps.
Horror Sans:
As they fell to their knees, his arms were their to support them, to hold them one last time.
"Don't cry...." He mumbled, into their neck, burying his face to hide his own tears.
He would take them home, he would make sure they were safe.
If he couldn't have them, he would at least protect them, from afar.
His arms seemed to be a wall around the world, one the human wasn't ready to give up. They sobbed into his sweater as he walked, carrying them back home.
"M'm sorry," he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to their head as he placed them back in their own world.
Cross Sans:
He only folded his arms, averting his gaze.
"You should never have loved me."
The human wiped away angry tears.
"I left everything for you! Nightmare, the gang, my AU, my family- because I cared for you! I got along with Dream for you!"
Cross only turned away.
"It's a shame that you did all that, but I can't help you now."
He left the human, listening to their sobs as he disappeared into the multiverse.
Error Sans:
"I'm sorry, puppet," his voice glitched heavily, a sign of his own raw emotion.
He had already lost and given up so much.
His old identity, friends, his purpose as a destroyer-
They had given him a new purpose, that of a lover and confidant.. and had been his as well.
And yet all he could see where images of the Star Sanses taking them, hurting them, because he loved them.
He had to be the strong one for both of them, that was who he was...
"Come, puppet... I'll help you find the perfect new world..."
He offered his pinkie, as the human, stifling their sobs, linked their pinkie with his.
"My world was perfect with you," they pleaded one last time.
"Puppet- do not make me out to be something I am not... I'm still a monster, even though I love you."
#nightmare sans#killer sans#horror sans#cross sans#error sans#dust sans#x reader#nightmare sans x reader#bad sans gang#bad sanses#bad sanses x reader#sad#angsty#headcanon#drabble#writing#killer sans x reader#horror sans x reader#cross sans x reader#error sans x reader#dust sans x reader
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4/OCT/20XX
"SANS!! DON'T DRINK THAT!!"
"why not?"
"THE EXPIRY DATE WAS ON THE THIRTIETH OF SEPTEMBER!"
"that's not that long, it's probably fine."
papyrus watched in horror as i poured a cup of milk, then took a big gulp.
...which i immediately regretted.
"I'M GOING TO ASSUME THAT'S NOT THE REACTION OF A MAN DRINKING 'FINE' MILK."
quickly taking the jug and cup away from me, he emptied the definitely expired milk into the sink.
"AWAY IT GOES! ..UNFORTUNATELY, THAT WAS THE LAST OF THE MILK."
"guess we're going to the store today."
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"are you thinking what i'm thinking?"
"..WE HAVE TO."
in front of us sat a most glorious shopping cart. attached to the front of it was a plastic red car.
immediately getting in the little seat, i squeaked the tiny car horn.
"cool."
papyrus pushed our (very cool) car-cart around the store (very cool-like) until we reached the dairy isle.
"WHY DO THEY HAVE PRE-CHOCOLATED CHOCOLATE MILK?? THAT'S JUST PLAIN LAZY!!"
"you wanna get one?"
"..OKAY. WHAT ABOUT THE STRAWBERRY FLAVOR? SHOULD WE GET ONE OF THOSE?"
"sure."
"WHAT ELSE DO WE NEED?"
"i think i used the rest of the flour yesterday."
"I SHOULD DEFINITELY GET MORE SPAGHETTI!"
"i should get more chips."
"WE SHOULD-"
papyrus gasped.
"SANS!! THOSE SKELETONS...!!"
on a nearby halloween display sat multiple two-foot plastic skeletons, completely naked.
"their whole skeleton-hood is on display.."
"QUICKLY, TO THE CLOTHING AISLE!!!"
swiftly turning the cart around, we made a detour to the clothing section to pick out some shirts to cover those poor skeletons up with.
"MUCH BETTER!"
"can't believe they'd do that to 'em."
"......."
"...paps?"
i turned around to look at him.
in his hands was a large black shirt.
he flipped it around to show me.
"WHY IS IT JUST.. HANDS?"
it was one of those gag shirts with the skeleton hands grabbing the.. chest.
"......"
"skeleton hands are just too cool not to put on a shirt."
"THAT IS TRUE."
he checked the size.
"SANS, WHAT SIZE DOES MS. TORIEL WEAR AGAIN??"
"...xl, i think?"
"PERHAPS YOU SHOULD GET THIS FOR HER! WHAT BETTER WAY TO THANK HER FOR THE COOL SHIRT SHE GAVE YOU THAN WITH ANOTHER COOL SHIRT!!"
"......"
"....ok."
i texted tori a sorry in advance.
turns out papyrus likes the "just plain lazy" pre-mixed chocolate milk. i didn't think the strawberry was as good, but he liked that one too.
also, i think we forgot the flour.
#undertale#journal#sans#sans x toriel#toriel x sans#papyrus and sans#soriel#sans and papyrus#skelebros#papyrus#toriel#fighting his internal thoughts#and losing#“it 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 be funny though”
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Do you like to keep trophies of your meals?
Oh like you wouldn't believe. Or I guess you would believe it, probably
I've got so many skeletons in my closet
Skulls make cute decorations and it's hot as hell to keep them around as reminders. Others bones are fun to gnaw on to keep my mouth busy when there's no girl in reach. And some bones are good for keeping other parts of me busy. Femurs especially~
I hang on to jewelry and accessories and some of the clothes, too, especially if they fit. Shit, I've eaten people just because it's cheaper than shopping.
And for the ones I grab and gulp down outta pure convenience, that's about it.
But there's plenty of meals where a lot more planning is involved beforehand. Like if I'm dating a girl and we're working our way up to the big finish.
In those cases I also keep photos sometimes, and a few preythings even handed over diaries or sent me recordings so I could still have their words after they're gone. I think it's sweet when it happens, but I don't expect it or anything. Plenty of gals just wanna get erased in my bowels and don't really care what happens after they're sludge. And that's fine. Sometimes it's nice to have a purely physical relationship like that.
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Thanks | J.W.
Summary: Jay White tells you what you should be doing for the dominator king switch. (Suggestive)
Author's Note: Listen, I got nothing. 😂😂 Just in a silly goofy mood at 3 AM. Came from the 2:45 time of this video.
Hope you enjoy it @coleskingdom ❤️ I'm still working on the other.
@plentyoffandoms
Pure fiction
"I can't believe you guys are having a BBQ after what you guys did last week," you pointed out and crossed your arms. Your brothers shrugged as they lounged in the pool with their belts. A skeleton figure representing Darby was also there. It was just a little BBQ to celebrate a win over Darby Allin and the break away from the Acclaimed. Nothing serious, at least to them.
"Come on, sis, lighten up already," Austin groaned and splashed some water towards you. You quickly moved away from the water and crossed your arms. You didn't want to take any part in the celebration.
"The old man needed to retire anyways," Colten pointed out about their own dad. "Leave the wrestling to the younger crowd,"
"Besides, Jay saved Darby's life. He was never going to nake it out of Everest. No one has bothered to thank him. It's kind of rude if you ask me,"
You rolled your eyes yet decided to drop the subject. The boys would never agree that what they did was wrong. Hell, none of the men would ever agree they did anything wrong. Wrestling was every man for themselves.
"Hey, what's with the long faces? This is a party," Jay asked once he stepped outside. Your boyfriend wore a white buttoned down shirt and white pants. He left the buttons open to reveal his perfect upper body. You couldn't help but stare. He noticed you with a sour look on your face and your arms crossed.
"I think our sis needs a lesson on being thankful," your older brother teased and exaggerated your pout. He stuck out his bottom lip and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What you guys did wasn't right. Our dad and Darby didn't deserve this,"
Your brothers laughed in the pool and attempted to splash you to "cool you off." Jay smirked. A plan suddenly popped into his head. He was going to show you how to be more thankful.
"Enough, boys. Why don't we talk about this inside, darling? Come on. Let's let the boys have their fun," he waved his hand towards him. The boys agreed, and you huffed yet followed him inside. Jay closed the door behind him and led you to the bedroom. He closed the door behind him so the two of you could have some privacy.
Once inside, he grabbed your wrist and led you to lean against the wall. You faced him as he stared into your eyes. You gulped as his hand wrapped around your neck. He didn't squeeze it, but you knew to listen to him closely. His thumb rubbed across your bottom lip before his hand found its way to the back of your neck.
"No more of this kind of talk, darling. You should be getting on your knees in front of the King Switch and thanking me. Look at me with those pretty eyes and say thank you, and afterward, well, sincw you are down there, you know what to do,"
He smiled once he saw the realization flash before your eyes. Slowly, you dropped to your knees and obeyed him.
#fanfiction#aew fanfic#aew fanfiction#jay white fanfiction#jay white x reader#jay white#switchblade jay white#jay white x you#jay white x y/n#switchblade jay white x you#switchblade jay white x reader#switchblade jay white x y/n
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Hello again a thank you for doing the sanemi x abused reader it was soooo goooodddd !!! But can you like make a modern au of teacher sanemi x teacher reader plss???😳thank youuu🤗🤗
Hello again @skeleton-the-gangser! Of course! I would love too!
I want to insert here some plot inside my head and I think a Modern AU of Teacher Sanemi X Teacher Reader would do well on it. XD
But perhaps~ you'll see another character OwO And I hope it would be good for y'all~ UwU
𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽
𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖
𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)
Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive
"Y/N-sensei, is it true that you're still not married by now?"
For the millionth time, you've sighed, releasing all of the pent-up irritation that these incessant questions have brought. The gathering was supposed to be a get-together with your old class, but instead, you found yourself in the hot seat.
It's clear that your students from two years ago were just curious about what happened to you. But it really irritated you that they quickly shifted the conversation from their newfound jobs or their college lives, to your nonexistent love life.
"For the tenth time today, yes. I'm not married. I'm still single at 25. For God's sake. Let's just stop talking about me. Let's just chat about how successful you guys have been."
Laughter echoed in the restaurant, but no sound came out of your lips. You just felt like you wanted to head home. You never thought it, but this reunion had become draining. It felt like all your strength had seeped out of your body as you dodged all their invading questions.
Looking around for help from your crazy group of students, your eyes landed on your co-teacher, who was watching how flustered you were all along. You widened your eyes at him, signalling him to come and get you from there.
It seems like Sanemi took that hint, and with a smirk on his lips, he stood up from his seat and went towards you. Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt in the process.
You gulped when you saw the muscles on his arm, wishing that the man would never notice how you looked at him. Sanemi has always been fit, and there are times that you can't take your eyes off him.
An arm suddenly snaked around your shoulder, pulling you closer. With a creased eyebrow, you turned to look up at Sanemi, who's definitely taller than you. "Ey, ey! I can see how you've been pestering your Y/N-sensei. So I'll be taking her away from you."
Students often flinch at the sound of Sanemi's voice since he has always been the sternest teacher of you all. Often times, you would feel like hitting his head because of his attitude, but now you're very thankful for it.
Sanemi really did take you away from your old seat, despite the grunts that came from your curious students. For some reason, heat seems to build up in your cheeks as you realise that his arms are still wrapped around you. Sanemi's body radiated more warmth than you could ever imagine, as he acted so cold around some people sometimes.
He finally let you go once you were at his table. A small chuckle escaped from his lips as his purple eyes watched you settle down. "Why are you laughing, Shinazugawa-san?" You asked, rolling your eyes in annoyance and fluster.
You looked aside before being drawn into his intimidating stare, and he didn't even answer. "You know, if you'll tease me too—"
"I'm just curious too, Y/N-chan. Why are you still single?"
The audacity to ask that! Incredulous by what he had just said, you stared at him with wide eyes and cocked an eyebrow. You never expected that a man as stern as him would be interested in gossip.
Even though you were trying to keep your cool, all you could think about was punching the smirk right off his face. Maybe it's just the booze talking.
"Why on earth would you care?"
"Perhaps because I can change that?"
You seemed momentarily stunned. Did you catch every word he said? Is he actually so tipsy? After hearing what Sanemi had to say, your mouth nearly hit the floor in shock.
Is that a fucking confession?
There was a brief period of silence. You did nothing except stare at him in bewilderment, like a young child with no idea what was going on in the world.
Perhaps Sanemi couldn't stand that; he pulled you outside, making sure that none of your former students or co-teachers were looking.
No protest came from your lips, even as Sanemi had already carried your bag on his left shoulder, holding you by your right hand. All that matters in your head right now is figuring out what he just said.
One...
Two...
Three...
"What in the actual fuck are you doing, Shinazugawa-san?"
These words suddenly came out of your mouth as you realised that you were being dragged away from the gathering by your co-teacher, who seemed to be too drunk.
Yes, you will admit that you enjoyed the sensation of his calloused hand against your small fingers, wondering how his palm became like this in the first place.
"Oh, mind your language, Y/N-chan!" Sanemi teased, making you pull away from his hold. For real, what's on with him tonight? Curiousness and fluster mixed up within you, making you feel a boiling sensation in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip and tried to steal your bag from him, but as he was taller and quicker than you, he just moved an inch, and all your efforts were wasted.
You groaned loudly, making some people look at the both of you. Realising that you both were in public, Sanemi raised an eyebrow at some bystanders and spoke with a cold tone.
"What's the matter with you? Enjoying the show? Go fuck off."
No one would ever think that this foul-mouthed man is a teacher with how he acts sometimes. You shot him a glance, mortified at what he had done, but it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.
He looked back at you and sent you that smirk once again, which annoyed the hell out of you. "Shinazugawa-san, you're fucking drunk. Stop this." You're almost crying from too much frustration over his teasing.
And perhaps he had seen the tears that were welling in your eyes when Sanemi suddenly gulped and gave you back your bag. "Eh, I was just teasing. No need to cry, Y/N-chan." He said it as if both of you were children playing at the playground.
"Whatever!" You said, snatching the bag away from his hand.
You no longer felt like continuing on with the reunion and instead wanted to return home. You then turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, completely befuddling Sanemi. He chased after you, mumbling your name.
His mint perfume came to your senses, bringing back some memories. Whenever both of you are at school, you can always tell he's around because of his distinctive minty, masculine aroma. Sanemi loves to ask how you have been. Often times, he would help you carry books or even walk you to the bus station.
He isn't like that with the other people; it's as if he has a facade when it comes to them.
Or perhaps it's the other way around. You're the one who's seeing his facade.
"Hey, I was just joking earlier." He said it now, with a hushed tone, making you stop walking. As if he had lost his senses, Sanemi bumped into you, accidentally hitting his lip on the top of your head. A yelp came out of your lips as you turned to look at him and saw that there was blood on his lower lip.
"Shinazugawa-san! You should be careful!" You said that all of the annoyance faded as you took your handkerchief and wiped the blood from his lower lip.
It would be an understatement to say that you don't feel anything. As you wiped the blood from his lip, you couldn't help but witness how long his eyelashes were and how the little hair from his bangs moved with the littlest of his movements.
Gulping at the sight, you finally looked away and were about to step a bit further, but Sanemi caught your arm and pulled you close.
"But I'm definitely serious about one thing that I've told you tonight. I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N-chan."
What he had said surprised you. At first, you will think that he is drunk, but you will realise that there is no hint of alcohol in his breath. So, he's definitely sober, and he's clearly confessing to you.
You gulped and didn't answer him for a while. You stared at him once again and saw how serious he is by the look of his face and the glitter of his eyes. His lips, his plumpy lips... You suddenly had the urge to feel them and check how they would taste.
But then, you stopped yourself and these crazy thoughts... for a while...
"Shinazugawa-san, uh... Let's get your wound cleaned first. Then we'll talk about this again..."
A smile crept up his lips—not that signature smirk that he always wears. You didn't smile back, but you're sure that you're blushing like a schoolgirl.
"Where do we go then?" He asked while taking the opportunity to gently squeeze your hand. You took a deep breath and glanced at your hands, which were intertwined.
"Up to you..." You said it in a small tone, feeling a lump on your throat as Sanemi's fingers caressed your hands slowly. When you returned his gaze, his earnest grin changed into a childlike smile, and a flush appeared on his cheek.
"I know the perfect place. Come with me."
𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…
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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1, 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆!
𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉, 𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉!!! 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘!
So, surprise! This story will be chaptered, and it'll be my first chaptered fic since 2014/2015 I think? HAHA!
Thank you once again @skeleton-the-gangser for the prompt >///< I will definitely tag you to the next chapters~ I hope you like the first one tho!
Feel free to comment or reblog~
✌𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷✌
Feel free to request any content~ Would really love those UwU
Thank you for reading this fic! 🌸
Love yah all!
Ja ne~
~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸
𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>
#sanemi x reader#sanemi shinazugawa#shinazugawa x reader#shinazugawa sanemi#demon slayer x reader#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#demon slayer#teacher sanemi#teacher sanemi x teacher reader#teacher crush#kimetsu no yaiba imagines#demon slayer imagines#sanemi imagines#wind hashira#sanemi au#sanemi modern au#sanemi x fem!reader#demon slayer modern au#demon slayer fanfic#sanemi fanfic#sexy sanemi
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lmao can I get some Crack fic of Reader (preferably male or gn) being called out and and just the most out of pocket threat comes out of their mouth before continuing what they were doing?
some possible threats for ya:
-I will rip out your spinal cord
-I will knit a sweater using your goddamn nerves
-it takes roughly 45 pounds of pressure to pop and destroy a testicle, wanna test out how much my grip strength is?
-I will harvest your bones boy.
anyways, hope your doing well! remember to have fun with the threats, the more out of pocket, the better.
-🦀
Sergeant V's Favourite Insults.
Ghosty's Notes: Hi, this is my first time doing a 'request' sort of thing, This is to be read in either a Male's POV or GN so hopefully you like it.
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"The human body has 206 bones, I wonder how many of them I have to break, for you to shut the fuck up."
Sitting in the back of a truck, V could feel the tiredness wash over their body, it has been a successful mission, nobody was seriously injured and none of their team mates died, all the young sergeant wanted was to get back to base, shower and sleep, they would eat when they woke up.
Resting their head on the window, they let out a soft sigh, which caused Soap to look at them worried. "You alright mate?" he asked looking over at the younger sergeant, how just nodded and closed her eyes, hoping to sooth the headache that was coming on.
It was a long drive back, which V would hope would be peaceful, until a small group of Rookie's decided to cause a rucks in the back. Feeling as if their last nerve has been touched V spun around in their seat and looked at them with a glare.
"the human body has 206 bones, I wonder how many of them I have to break, for you to shut the fuck up." they said looking at each of the rookies, they knew they shouldn't have yelled at them like that but they where getting on their nerve, even after Soap had warned them.
Let's just say, the car ride back to base was quiet and peaceful, just the way V wanted it.
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"You Have 2 Seconds Before I Rip you're skeleton out your ass."
Soap knew he fucked up, when he ate V's last cookie, that he knew they had been saving, at first he went into denial of course V would be mad, until he pulled his big blue puppy dog eyes, nobody could be mad at him when he pulled that face, but then Ghost brought up the time Konig accidently eat something of theirs and they didn't see him for 2 days afterwards.
One V arrived back to base, he knew he was a dead man, not even a minute later, Soap felt the tempter in the room drop as V walked in, They has a sweet smile on their face, but under their mask was a psychotic grin.
"Soap want to tell me something." they said, their voice as soft as silk, Gulping slightly the older sergeant shook his head. "No." he said not meeting their eyes, walking over to him, V stood in front of him, their arms crossed over their chest. "You sure?" they questioned and Soap looked at Ghost for help, only for him to stand up and walk off, leaving the two of them alone.
"I'm sorry." Soap quickly said when he noticed nobody was going to help him, hearing them chuckle he gulped. "You have 2 seconds before I rip you're skeleton out your ass." they said their voice still sweet and soft as they moved a piece of hair out of his face.
After that day, Soap learnt to never take the last of V's things.
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Bonus Insults.
"your not a clown, your the whole fucking circus" throws confetti and walks away*
"If I saw you where first prize, I would start walking backwards."
"its seems your last two brain cells are bright for second place."
"Splish splash your opinion is trash." (Personal Favourite.)
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Can I also have the yandere prompt “Just remember that I’m never going to leave you. That’s a promise.” with sans?
Of course!
I did something different this time >w>
You killed him.
The skeleton that took you away from everything. You finally got the drop on him!
At first you thought he was fun, and nice, but then he changed. You just noticed it but you felt like a fool for not realizing before!
He made all your friends seem like bad people so you wouldn't spend time with them. Even your family.
It was only him you could hang out with, and maybe a few others.
You found out that he's been blocking calls from reaching you. That's why your family hasn't been checking on you.
Everything was going wrong because of him!
You went to bed that night, going to go to the police tomorrow... You'd turn yourself in.
Yet, in the morning, when you woke up, you felt a familiar pair of arms around your waist. "H...Huh?"
You turn your head down, looking at the arms and tense up. Sans? But...
"Sans?" You whisper.
He yawns, nuzzling into your neck "yeah?"
You gulp, your body shaking. You knew what you did, you knew you killed him! "You... You feeling okay?"
He chuckles, giving you a soft squeeze "peachy. By the way, your mom called, wants to talk to ya"
Wait what?
That's... You don't answer for a second, then nod "okay... I'll call her back later" this was so weird.
"Hey Y/n?" He starts, making you hum in answer while lost in thought so he chuckles and continued "just remember that I'm never going to leave you. That's a promise"
That caused you to tense again, your muscles screaming at you and your mouth felt dry.
What the hell was going on?
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Beetlejuice fanfic
Tw: Sex, religious imagery, dirty talk, coarse language.
Like a prayer
On a chilly evening as the sun sets in the horizon, a priest walks through the graveyard. He takes his time admiring all the graves, flowers and candles people have lit up for their late loved ones.
As he makes his way into the graveyard he noticed a gravestone he hadn't seen before. Approaching the gravestone he studies it closer. It's a tall, worn and grey, almost blue looking. Three skeleton looking figures at the top points down to the name written. It says "here lies Betelgeuse" in big red letters with an arrow pointing further down. With a low voice the priest talks to himself.
"Hmm, I've never seen this grave before"
It certainly doesn't look new to him, and he would have remembered such a special gravestone.
"Who is Bet.. Beetlejuice?"
The priest scratches his head as he tries to pronounce the name. He hasn't seen or heard the name before.
"Beetlejuice.." He whispers.
He doesn't know anyone with that name. He would have remembered such a different name. As he turned to face the church and walk back he thought maybe the young nun might have an idea.
"Beetlejuice.. Maybe Y/n knows something about this grave"
Just a the priest started walking he heard a low rumbling sound from ground. The earth started to fall in on it's own in front of the stone, forming a big hole in the ground. Smoke started pouring out and a low menacing chuckle could be heard echoing. The priest watches in shock as a man swiftly flies up and lands infront of him. He stumbles backwards and trips. He's to stunned to even mutter a word. Staring at the man looming above him.
"Cat got yer tounge faaather?" A gruff voice draws out. The man from the grave grins down at the priest.
"Thanks for letting me out, started to get a bit boring in there ya'now."
The man chuckles and pulls the priest up from the ground by his hair. The priest gulps. Getting a proper look at the man he feels a chill down his spine. He's pale with big dark circles around his eyes. A 5 O'clock shadow. Moss and mold patches growing here and there. Static hair with a dusty green colour. An old worn suit with vertical black and white stripes. Taking a step back the priest manages to stutter a question.
"Wh..who are you, what.. are you..?"
The man snorts at him with a smirk.
"Never seen a dead guy? Hah! I'm a ghost. The ghost! The ghost with the most to be precise. And the name is the one you just called out"
He poked the priest in his forehead. The priest loses the colour in his face and takes hold of the rosary he has around his wrist. He's terrified and confused.
"Your name is B..beetlejuice..?"
Beetlejuice rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets.
"Sky daddy won't help you here, but why don't you meet some friends of mine instead huh?"
Beetlejuice walks up to the priest and stands next to him. He grabs his neck and shoves him forward to the hole. The priest stumble forward gasping at the sudden shove. With a kick to the back the priest falls into the hole while Beetlejuice laughs in the background. Hearing a thump from the hole Beetlejuice grins and leans on one knee and yells into the hole.
"Greet the wroms from me wontcha father!?"
The priest can't even shout for help before he's covered in dirt, stones and grime. With his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face Beetlejuice walks towards the church satisfied to finally be free again.
Inside the church you were preparing for the next days gathering. Tidying and setting everything up. Getting new candles for the altars and putting out sitting cushions for the people. Feeling satisfied with your work you walk up to the small staircase leading up to the main altar. You look up at the big golden cross with a carved sculpture of Jesus crucified on it. You softly kneel down on the lowest step.
"Oh, why do I feel like this. I'm a nun for christ sake."
You quickly put a hand to your mouth and look up at the cross in a small shock.
"Sorry Jesus" You whisper.
You weren't the most traditional nun, but liked to keep some of the religion and the respect because of the community in town. It was always so welcoming and warm for everyone, no matter who they were.
You even had some small tattoos and a couple piercings. Just small crosses on some fingers and thorned vines around your wrist and ankles.A couple piercings in your ears, one in your tounge and in both nipples. Even while wearing your nun attire you still wore fishnets and beautiful lingerie underneath. It made you feel so pretty.
But even for a nun who isn't so strick and doesn't believe in the traditional way, you couldn't help but feel dirty because of your thoughts. As you knelt there on the stairs you started to think again. Your thoughts running wild. You shook your head and wanted the dirty thoughts out. This wasn't the time and place for that. You couldn't keep thinking like that in church all the time.
When you heard a door open and shut you jumped a little. You didn't think that the priest would be back inside already. You stod up and turned around. You looked out towards all the benches. Looking for him. It was empty. Maybe he didn't come in? That was weird. You swore that you just heard him come in.
Just as Beetlejuice had walked in he saw a nun on the stairs in the middle of the church. He hid himself from her vision and observed her. Watching. Analysing. She's looking for the priest. He grins to himself. Watching her with a stern look. Perfect.
"Hm. Weird, maybe he forgot something?" You say to yourself. Then you get a weird feeling. Like you are being watched by someone. But.. you're alone.
You shrug and walk over to the confession both. You mark the side of the person that confesses as occupied. You sit down inside and wait for the priest to come back. You fiddle with the hem of your veil as you wait.
Hearing footsteps you breath out, gathering your thoughts a little. The door on the other side of the both opens and close. You hear the priest sit down. He clears his throat before he speaks.
"What bothers you on this fine evening sister?"
He sounded more coarse than usual. Maybe the cold breeze outside made his throat a bit sore? You sighed and looked down at your shoes.
"Oh, forgive me father for I have sinned. I keep having these awful dirty thoughts during gathering and while in church."
You wait for an answer. You really needed to get it of your chest and confine in someone you trust. You perk up when you hear him answer.
"What kind of dirty thoughts are bothering you?"
Beetlejuice smirks as he answers. Wanting to find out how he can take advantage of your confession. You sound like an angel. Look like an angel. He bets you feel and taste like heaven.
"I.. It's.. It's a bit embarrassing. I keep thinking about touching myself or to be touched by someone. I get this feeling. This need of wanting someone to want me. But it feels so wrong to have those thoughts and feelings in church. I don't know what to do anymore.."
You sink down a bit in your seat. Toes pointing towards each other. You squeeze your thighs together. Still having thoughts and can't stop them. Not sure what answer to expect. You feel so filthy sitting there. Having confessed how dirty your mind is inside. You jumped up when you heard him shuffle a bit and started to answer.
"Well, in that case.."
He paused.
Why did he stop?
It's silent.
You only hear your own breath.
Your heart rate quickens.
Then he speaks out with a slight chuckle to his voice. Sounding more coarse than before.
"Then why didn't you just say Sorry Daddy I've been a naughty girl?"
Your eyes are wide in shock. A slight blush to your cheeks. Did you hear that right? A priest couldn't possibly be saying something like that. Could he?
"Father, how can you say something like that?" You question.
You look at the wall separating the sides of the booth. Waiting you start to figet with the skirt of your attire. You feel anxious. Still, there is a weirdly good feeling about the sentence you questioned.
Click.
A quiet inhale.
The smell of smoke.
What? The priest doesn't smoke.
You are about to stand up, but stay put when the door opens.
You look up.
A strange looking man.
The cigarette between his lips makes a soft orange glow to his face. The smoke slithers up around his face. He eyes you up and down. Taking in every detail.You push yourself into the backwall trying to get further away. Wanting to hide away from his gaze.
He chuckles. He takes the cigarette with one hand and leans into the doorframe. Blowing a circle of smoke towards you. Beetlejuice has placed himself in a perfect position, traping you inside the booth. He's thinking. Considering what to do next. Putting the cigarette back between his lips he smirks. He breaths smoke out through his nostrils. Giving him a devilish and impressive look. You shake your head. You didn't want to think of him that way. As you steady your head again you feel a hand lift you chin up making you look at the man. He grins. You slap his hand away and move your head, but you can't even try to hide the way you blush. He has already noticed it.
"Want me as yer personal Jesus and give you the body of Christ?" He asks in a rough voice while grabbing his junk with his hand.
You try to look away. Feeling so embarrassed and not wanting your thoughts to take over. You clench the rosary hanging around your neck. Feeling a warmth growing. Your heart beating faster. Beetlejuice grabs your chin again and leans down. His face mere centimetres away from yours. You can smell and feel his smokey breath.
"Kneel. Like it's a prayer and I'll help you with those thoughts of yours."
He looks at you with a sly grin. As he leans up again he spits the cigarette out, but it disappeares in thin air as it lands. Gulping you kneel down infront of him. You don't have a choice. You look down at your thighs. Waiting.
Zip.
He opened his flyer.
Your eyes widen. Did he really want you to..? But you have never done anything like that, not even to yourself. You didn't know how.
".. I.. Don't know how.." You muttered without lifting your head.
"Heh, then you'll learn how. Lift your head and open up."
Slowly turning your head up you see his cock. You get anxious about even fitting it in your mouth at all. It's a bit longer than avarage and got some decent girth to it. You hesitate to open your mouth, but comply out of fear of something worse.
"Now you get to suck on it like it's your favourite lollipop." Beetlejuice grins at the sight beneath him.
Placing your lips around the head of his cock you lightly suck on it. Feeling his cock twitch you jump a little. You hear him chuckle. As you continue you slowly take in more of his length. You start to set a pace you're comfortable with. He pushes the vail of your head and puts a hand in your hair. He groans softly. Burying his fingers in your hair as he leans his head backwards.
You start to feel a tingle between your legs. It feels.. good? Sucking his dick you feel yourself get gradually wet. Did you enjoy this? You felt so conflicted. So good, but so bad at the same time. He started to push your head faster, forcing you to pick up the pace. Your jaw becoming tired. Your eyes starting to tear up. Feeling saliva build up and drip out of your mouth. It felt so weirdly good. Your close your eyes and melt into the motion of sucking him of. Suddenly he pulls himself out with a pop. You breathe heavily. Opening your eyes again you see him jerk his cock.
"Here's some holy water for ya.. " Beetlejuice groans out as he comes on your face.
You quickly close your eyes and feel the warm trickling of cum landing all over your face.
"What a pretty mess. " He says with admiration in his voice. His voice sounded softer.
He pulls you up by your arm. You can feel him use the skirt of your attire to dry off your face. As you open your eyes you got a short glimpse of him looking so gentle. He looked so..charming. You couldn't believe that such a man could actually look handsome.
"What? Never seen a dead guy facefuck and cum on a nuns face before?" He spits out with a grin.
Your expression change. Shocked at what he just said.
Dead!?
Is he a fucking ghost?
Did you just suck off a ghost?
Feeling cold you take a step back. Not sure how to process the information you just got. But before you get as much as a word out he rips your attire open.Feeling the air on your body you try desperately to cover up. Your attire is completely torn. It's hopeless. He snorts at your try.
Slowly he looks you up and down. He takes in all the new details that had revealed themselves. You wore beautiful black lingerie. Fishnet stockings. Your rosary dangling between your breasts. The subtle shape the nipplepiercings gives out in the brah. Your tattoos. He never thought a nun could do that.
But you were different.
He liked it.
You look away, not wanting the attention. Suddenly Beetlejuice pikcs you up and puts you over his shoulder.Surprised by the act you try to wiggle and get down. You want to run. He slaps your ass to warn you. You make a sharp inhale at the sudden pain. But it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. You give up and just hang there with your arms crossed.You didn't understand where he was going. When you start to look around you notice how different things looks.The light from outside is dark red. There's a ton of candles everywhere that you haven't put out. Not to mention lit any of them. You feel like the church itself has become deranged and darker somehow. Only lit up by the flickering glow of candles. Weird.
As you're put down again you recognise where you ended up. The main altar in front of the big cross. He sat you down on the altar. Shit. He's looming over you with a hungry look. Licking his lips as he puts his hand on each of your thighs. He maintains eyes contact as he moves. You quickly squeeze your tights together. A bit scared.
"Aw come on now. Spread your legs and show me the gate to heaven baby." He gives you a softer and more seductive smirk than before.
He leans in closer to your face. Your eyes betrays you as they give a quick look at his lips. You blush again at the thought of his lips. Catching the glimpse you got of his lips he puts a hand softly behind your head. He connects your lips in a surprisingly passionate kiss. You can't help but melt into it and close your eyes. He pushes his tounge into your mouth. Exploring every part of it. He tastes like earth. It feels like nothing you've felt before. You breathe heavily as you part your lips, your eyes fluttering open. He gently tries to push your thighs apart. You allow him but feel embarrassed to spread your legs this way. He slides a hand up your thigh until he reaches your panties. He gently rubs his thumb against you. He can feel how wet you actually are through your panties. Starting to pull them off you stop him. Placing your hand on his.
"I'm.." You can't finish the sentence.
Beetlejuice looks at you. He knows.
"I know you're a virgin." A soft and understanding voice. You didn't expect him to actually be a bit comforting. Or to even care. You look into his eyes and give him a soft nod.
"I'll start gentle. I promise."
He grins slightly. You felt a tingling sensation and butterflies in your belly from his words. He cups you cheek and gives you a soft kiss.After gently pulling your panties of he slides his thumb through your slick folds. He smirks at the view and feeling. Watching your reactions. You hold back a moan. Your eyes closed so you wouldn't feel so embarrassed. You feel him lean in next you your ear. His low gravely whisper making your back arch slightly.
"I'm gonna show ya why I'm known as the ghost with the most"
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for the prompt list - failure and guilt!
They have come too late.
On his right, Gil Galad, still a green boy in his eyes, is sputtering out curses. Somebody behind him is vomiting. Somebody else is quietly crying. But he, Círdan, silently steers the ship into port, ties off, and begins his work.
All along the waterfront is wanton destruction. Sticky, drying blood pulls at the soles of his boots as he walks. The once-beautiful fishing fleet is a cluster of blackened skeletons, a small fire still trying to burn upon the water. He picks his way methodically through gutted and ransacked houses, finds a family huddled under tables, a child hidden under her parent's bed.
But mostly, he finds bodies.
Stacked up in entranceways, cut down where they stood on the boardwalk, floating, swollen, in the water.
Sirion's people have been felled as easily as pawns swept off a game board. The sea itself is turning red.
Overhead, the birds are crying as they begin to circle. They more than anybody, have won the day.
Elwing and Eärendil's boathouse is easy to pick out, even among the carnage. The windows and door punched out, the bodies of her two beloved dogs thrown across the porch. Círdan is ashamed to admit to himself that he quails. He does not want to enter this house.
He has failed her.
Círdan remembers when he first saw Elwing, when she arrived in Sirion - a lifetime ago for her, but so very little time for him. Her huge staring eyes, her girlish lisp, the terrible burden that she carried. Have they slaughtered her, too, these beasts in elven skin?
Have they even killed - oh, gods, say that they have not killed her children! She had written to him, when she had learned that she was pregnant. He had read her joy upon the parchment.
Círdan closes his eyes, presses his head against the doorframe. Tries to make himself cross the threshold.
"I'm sorry, my lord," says a voice behind him that Círdan vaguely remembers as belonging to Pengolodh, "she's dead."
The scribe's voice breaks.
"They stole her children. The invaders... she ran to the cliffs. I saw her fall. I'm so sorry..." Pengolodh breaks off into great gulping sobs.
Círdan wants to cry, too, but he cannot. He is hollow, like one of the gutted fishing boats by the shore. He lets Pengolodh bury his face into his neck, instead.
"Evranin lives," Pengolodh says eventually, "but Gereth was cut down defending our lady. She has taken the town hall to shelter the wounded. Will you send to her any that you find?"
He nods.
He carries on.
He finds two children, screaming, who think he is another monster come to kill them. A very young Haladin woman, shielding a baby. Another woman, pinned by a spear but still breathing, who begs him "please, please, let me go."
He brings down his sword. He closes her eyes.
He walks on through the bones of Sirion. The streets and boardwalks echo with the voices of those he was too late to save.
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Ruthless (Zosan X reader) P10
Plot: Beast off the walking dead series. After the governor attacks your people you head back to help plan an attack back. Luffy's not happy with being left out so ends up following only to end up at the governors town.
Warning: Making out and bad language.
Reader is a gunslinger of the crew and the younger sibling to Rick. This isn't accurate to the show but it does contain characters and plot lines, deaths have been added that aren't apart of the show. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, Established relationship, Reader is GN.
P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9 - P11
Sanji helped you inside and to the new dinning hall they fixed up, you spent most of your time outside asleep with Zoro but since it was now close to dinner and getting colder they wanted you inside to stay warm and eat. The hall was busy with people but not too loud except for one table off to the side. Your crew sat there laughing and joking as you three make your way over "There you are, I went to see you this after noon but you were past out" Robin laughs pulling out a seat next to her which you gladly take "Sorry about that but thank you for the blanket" you laugh a little embarrassed "Your so cute when you sleep" Brook laughs making you blush and look down at your hands "Brook i warned you, only we get to call them cute" Sanji yells pointing his finger at the skeleton as Zoro holds him back form attacking the crew mate. Luffy lets out a loud laugh form the other end of the table while Nami groans next to him rolling her eyes "Ignore him, come on sit down" Zoro sighs still holding the angry cook before pulling out a chair and making him sit next to you. "Thank you guys for everything, i've heard about what you've all done for this place and i'm so grateful" looking around the table your crew smiles back while Chopper blushes at your words "Well the great Usopp can't turn down an offer to help" The sniper laughs rubbing the back of his head making you laugh a little.
Nami rolls her eyes again and leans back in her chair next to the sniper "Except when it comes to the walkers" the navigator smiles making Usopp stop laughing and gulp at her words "You didn't help with the walker either Nami" Zoro calls out with a laugh before taking a swig from a beer bottle "Hay i don't want to get bit plus i have a staff what good is that gonna do?" Nami yells standing up and being held back by Usopp "I didn't expect any of you to clear out those areas but you did and you did a much better job than we did. You two may have not helped out with the clearing out but you did fix stuff and make it livable again" you manage to calm the situation down, Nami sighing and sitting down once Usopp let go of her and sits next to her "It was fun taking down those walkers and it tickled a little too" Luffy laughs but a pit in your stomach forms the thought of your captain getting bit made you feel sick "You got bit?" you manage to chock out but Robin places a hand on your shoulder to clam you "It turns out they can't bite through rubber" She smiles at you but it still doesn't make you feel better "Don't worry Luffy's fine, i made sure" Chopper chimes in seeing you relax a little " Luffy is right though it was fun" Franky laughs along with Brook "Yes they didn't seem interested in me at all but then again i am just bone" The Skeleton laughs out loud the crew joining in.
You and the crew ate, it felt like old times but you were missing the sunny and the sea, a part of you didn't want to leave here but you knew now that this place was up and running again and Rick can handle everything. You weren't surprised when Luffy spoke up about leaving "Since you better now we can go to the next island right?" The table went silent at his words most of the crew turning to look at you seeing what your answer will be "Yea of course" you smile as Sanji places a hand on your shoulder "You're willing to leave here?" You turn confused looking at your two boys who seem worried "Yes, why wouldn't i? i love this place and my family but... you guys are also family and i can't refuse the Captain" you giggle as Luffy cheers starting to eat again. Sanji sighs in relief and kisses your cheek which you lean into, Zoro pats the cook on the back with a grin. they were both worried you would want to stay here, they didn't want to lose you again. "The log post has reset, so we can head out tomorrow if thats ok" Nami chimes in looking over the log post on her wrist "Tomorrow?" You jump a little as Ricks voice sounds behind you, turning to see him walking over to you with Daryl and Michonne "We'll i guess we'll have to make the most of it" Your brother smiles ruffling your hair and placing a bottle of old wine on the table.
The room buzzed as people sang, danced and drank, the party was in full swing as Brook and Beth sang and played music. You sat at the table with Zoro and Sanji while Luffy ate across from you. "Luffy slow down or your gonna chock" Sanji glares at the captain across the table who's shoveling food into his mouth "But its so good" Luffy try's to say through a mouth full of food, his cheek resembling those of a chipmunk which makes you hold back a laugh "It seems your cooking lessons have paid off, this is excellent" You comment after finishing a bite of food "Oh i'm so happy you think so love" Sanji smiles swaying a little, you swear you can see hearts flowing out of him, Zoro places an arm around the cooks shoulder pulling the cook back into his chest "Not as good as this beer" Zoro jokes earning an elbow in the side from Sanji "Hay, hay i was joking" The swordsman pulls away as Sanji glares at him "Come on babe, you know i like your cooking" Zoro leans in closer his cheeks slightly red from all the beer "Say it" Sanji grabs the swordsman's top pulling him closer "I love your food" Zoro smiles kissing the cook before going back to drinking his beer, Sanji sighs and shoves the man back into his seat "That's better"
You giggle at the two and put your arms around Sanji's waist resting your head on his shoulder while his back is pressed up against you "Now don't get upset Honey" you kiss his neck making the cook sigh and lean back into you "We love your cooking, there's nothing like it" At your words Luffy looks up form his food and nods mumbling something "What did i say about talking with your mouth full" Sanji yells at the captain making him laugh, you take the bottle of wine and pore a glass handing it to the cook who gladly takes it from you kissing your hand "Thanks love" he leans in placing a kiss on your lips before taking a sip "I mean it babe... your food is good" Zoro leans over placing a kiss on Sanji's cheek making him blush slightly. "Hay Y/n, look what i found" Michonne's voice came behind you making you turn to see her holding one of your favorite chocolate bars "Oh my gods" you gasp with surprise reaching out for it to get a better look, but she pulls it away with a smug smile "Fight me for it" Her words catch the three boys off guard, Zoro's eye narrows and his hand goes to his sword "Alright" you smile Sanji about to stop you when the unexpected happened "Rock, paper, Scissors, shoot" You and Michonne chant making the boys calm down as you win the first round, you go again but this time she wins making you growl a little but on the last one you win and cheer with a big smile making her look up and groan before handing you the chocolate bar "I hate you" She growls crossing her arm but smiles when you break the bar in half and hand her the broken off bit "I just like to see you squirm" You comment as she laughs and takes it off you "I really hate you" you know she doesn't but you act offended holding a hand to your chest with a small gasp. "And after i was so kind" She rolls her eyes at you before hugging you "I love you really" she whispers before pulling away and taking a bite of the bar.
Michonne takes a seat next to you and enjoys the chocolate with you "This is so good" You both moan a little leaning back after taking a bite making Zoro and Sanji laugh "Can i have some?" Luffy looks up only for Michonne to give him a death glare but you break a small piece off and hand it to your captain "You better enjoy it" you laugh as he takes it from you "Thanks Y/N your the best" The captain laughs popping it into his mouth. "Zoro, I know your leaving tomorrow but i was hoping i could train with you in the morning still" The woman leans on the table watching the green haired man drink before looking at her with a smirk "Let me guess you want to try and win" He comments as Michonne stands with a determined look "I'll beat you one day, it may not be tomorrow but I'll beat you" you can't help but smile knowing she will try her best "bring it on then, tomorrow it is" Zoro nods at her happy to have a good fight "I'd love to see that, imagine Zoro getting his ass handed to him by a woman with one sword" Sanji laughs as you do the same only for Zoro to pull the cook over in a light head lock "You'll watch me kick her ass" The swordsman yells pointing at you with his other hand making you raise your hands up in defense. Sanji gets out of the headlock and fixes his hair "I'm going for a smoke" The cook stands playfully hitting Zoro on the arm before kissing your head.
You watch him leave as Zoro moved to the seat next to you "since when does he smoke outside?" you ask just realizing you haven't seem him smoke since you woke up "He's always done it, refuses to smoke inside even when its raining" Michonne sits back down finishing off her chocolate bar "He doesn't want you or the sick to struggle" Zoro pipes up taking a long gulp if his beer "Struggle?" you ask confused only for the swordsman to slam the bottle down after sighing "You were struggling to breath the first few days, he didn't want that to happen again, and he's worried the smoke might trigger something for you or the others" Zoro leans back in his chair and puts an arm around your shoulders. It makes you happy yet sad to see him be so caring, its nice of him to think of others but you don't want him feeling bad about smoking, sure it's a bad habit but you've never had a problem with it. "That's sweet" you smile leaning into Zoro who nods "Yea, he's a sap" your swordsman jokes earning a jab in the side form you. Michonne laughs and shakes her head at the two of you.
The three of you chat until Sanji gets back seeming a lot more relaxed after his smoke, Michonne gets up and lets him have the seat she was in placing a hand on your shoulder "Well I'll leave you guys too it" she smiles, luffy waving to her as she's about to walk away but suddenly turns to you "Oh before i go Andrea was hoping to have a word with you, if your ok with that" You nod with a smile "She's here? I had no idea, i knew she helped Carl and the crew but i didn't know she came here" Michonne nods realizing no one told you, probably too focused on you getting better "Yea, she's helped a lot here, but she's a little scared to talk to you. I'll send her over" The woman walks off while you turn your attention to the boys "Sorry love i forgot to tell you" Sanji places a hand on your shoulder "It's ok, a lot has been going on, i'm just glad she's ok" you smile turning to the cook only for him to look down "Before she gets here i think we should tell you what Glen told us" Sanji looks up seeing Zoro nod happy to fill in any parts Sanji may have forgotten. They tell you everything they know but are surprised when you don't show much of a reaction but after their finished you let out a sigh "I know Andrea well, i knew she wouldn't go with the governor for no reason. I knew it had something to do with wanting to help. It did shock me a little to learn she stayed after i left though" Zoro leans closer and rubs your leg getting you to look at him "Why didn't you say anything?" his voice is slightly angry, she was hated by your group for so long how could you not say anything when you knew "Because i know the governor and how he works, if Andrea didn't give a reason and i ended up telling the group he would have found out and killed her, i hate how everyone didn't like her but if they started acting differently around her he would have noticed and done so many bad things to her. It was a tough call but i had to make it" Zoro relaxs at your words now understanding, he knew the governor was a bad guy, but he didn't know how bad.
Andrea walks over gulping at seeing you again but soon manages to clear her throat getting your attention "H-HI" she stutters looking down as you turn to look at her. She looks a lot different than the last time you saw her, but she looked healthy, you get up and walk over to her before wrapping your arms around her giving her a tight hug. Andrea freezes not knowing what to do as your rub her back with your head on her shoulder "I'm so sorry Andrea" you pull away holding her arms, she looks at you surprised at your words "I know why you left and i thank you for protecting the group but i'm so sorry for leaving you with him" You tear up a little as tears fall down Andrea's face "I-i should be s-sorry" she sniffs trying to wipe tears away as you hug her again this time the blonde hugs back breathing a sigh of relief that you don't hate her "You have nothing to be sorry for, your amazing, you did everything by yourself this whole time. i can't imagine the hell you must have gone through for us. I'm so sorry for not helping you and for letting you go, i shouldn't have, i should have ended this a long time ago" you cry into her shoulder feeling guilty for everything she's gone through "You helped my crew and you saved our people" you pull away using the chair behind you to kneel on the ground in front of her "Y/n?" Sanji and Zoro asks standing up not knowing if your ok or not. You ignore them and bow your head to everyone's surprise, the room goes quiet wondering what's going on "Thank you, Andrea for saving our people, please.... Forgive me" you call out the blonde girl stepping back a bit in shock.
Rick smiles and nods to the others following your lead and getting on their knees bowing their heads slightly, other members of the group doing the same "Forgive us" Rick calls out the others following his lead and yelling out. Andrea wipes her tears away looking around the room before walking up to you "I-I forgive you, i forgive all of you" she calls out before bending down and hugging you, crying slightly while smiling into your shoulder "I forgive you" She whispers as you hug back feeling relief, Luffy laughs behind you stand up and wiping his lips. "Brook lets party" The captain calls out as he walks over to his crew mate, the skeleton happily starting to play his guitar while other getting up and cheering before starting to party again. Andrea pulls away and wipes your face with her sleeve before helping you stand back up along with Zoro who holds your waist. Sanji smiles and grabs two glasses of wine handing one to Andrea once your sat down, she gladly takes it and sits in the seat the cook offers her. Zoro moves some hair out of your face and kisses your cheek which you lean into reaching your hand up to touch his cheek "So thats why you were so protective" Andrea laughs a little looking at you and Zoro who look at her a bit confused, Sanji laughs a little walking over to you and Zoro "I had to stop him from tearing the governor apart when you showed up" The blonde girl laughs making Zoro groan and place a hand on your shoulder standing up straight.
Sanji takes a drink of his wine and nods "If it weren't for Nami-Swan i would have done the same but you were a big help Andrea thank you" The cook raises his wine glass slightly as she does the same. "So how long have you two been together?" The blonde asks looking from Zoro to you "Oh.. urm us three actually, it's been almost 2 years now" You blush a little rubbing your hands together at her surprised face, Zoro puts an arm around Sanji's waist pulling him in "You have a problem?" The swordsman glares only to be jabbed in the side by you and Sanji "Be nice" you both glare at him making Zoro mumble an apology. "It's a poly relationship, we all love each other equity" Sanji explains with a smile as Andrea nods a small blush forming on her face "That's sweet, i'm happy for you three". Over the next hour you catch up with your long time friend, it's sad to hear about the things she's gone through, but she also has happy memories of other people in woodbury, it's also nice to see her eyes light up about your adventures at sea. "Maybe you go too" Sanji smiles form behind you, his arm around you as he stands with a now empty glass "I can't leave this place, it's my home, plus i'm happy to be back and i want to help make this place better" Andrea answers before turning to you "But i would like to hear about your future adventures so make sure to write ok" You smile back at her and nod "I'll do my best. My writing isn't that good still but i can always ask Robin for help" you feel a little embarrassed by it but Andrea rubs your leg with a reassuring smile "What ever you send me will be great" Andrea stands and stretches "Well i'm off to bed, i've been up early and the wine hasn't helped my tiredness. I'll see you off tomorrow" she bends down and hugs you which you gladly return not really wanting to let her go but you do.
You lay back down on your bed with a sigh, it was almost midnight and you three finally managed to get away from the party. Zoro moved the mattress to the side of your bed so the three of you could be close while Sanji helped you get changed, the cook couldn't help but kiss over your bandages as he helped you change clothes "Sanji, please" you giggle as he kisses the one on your leg. Zoro finishes setting up the mattress and gets on the bed with you and Sanji, there isn't much room since your laying down and Sanji is on the end of the bed kissing your bandaged leg, but he finds room. "Let him baby" Zoro leans down pulling your shirt down a little, so he can kiss across from one shoulder to the other "Your drunk, both of you" You couldn't drink much with the medication your on so the boys drank for you, it was differently just an excuse though. "So, we're not aloud to pamper you when were drunk?" Sanji asks moving to your other bandaged leg taking more care around the area you were bitten "I'm not drunk just tipsy" Zoro mumbles making his way up your neck causing you to hum in delight at his kisses "You only say that when your drunk" you giggle running your hand through his hair as he pulls away to look at you "I know i'm not drunk because there's only one of you" he leans down kissing your lips, you can taste the booze but it's not strong, you kiss back as his tongue pushes its way into your mouth, you groan and open your mouth for him as Sanji pushes your top up, so he can kiss around your bandaged stomach.
Sanji soon stops and sits up grabbing the blanket and stepping off the bed as Zoro pulls away "Good night baby" The swordsman gives you one last kiss before moving away letting Sanji pull the covers over you "Thanks boy, your the best" You smile up at them as Zoro starts to get changed "Anything for you my love" Sanji runs a hand through your hair before kissing your lips "If you need anything wake me ok?" The cook presses his forehead against yours "I can't wait to be in the same bad as you two again" you whisper thinking about your room on the sunny. Zoro runs a hand up Sanji's back getting his attention "Why don't you lay with them, I'll take the mattress" The swordsman cracks a small smile at you and Sanji "Are you sure?" You ask earning a nod from the man "Come on get your drunk ass in bed" Zoro laughs helping Sanji into bed and covering the two of you over placing a kiss on the cooks head "Night Zo" Sanji yarns as you lay your head on his chest "Night hunk" you smile as Zoro lays down on the mattress and pulls the covers over himself "Night" He simply responds before falling asleep almost instantly, you look up at Sanji to see he's a sleep too his cheeks slightly red it takes everything you have not to laugh at them but you cuddle into the cooks side and fall sleep to the sound of his breathing and heartbeat.
(alternative NSFW ending)
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The Cursed Beings: Manticore (Elpis x Reader)
Warning: Manticore, kind of scary, scars, flirty, etc.
"This is torture!" You shout as you walk. Dusk looks over and rolls his eyes.
"I could show you actual torture… We have to split up here." Dusk places his hand on his hip as he looks over at Dusk. You huff at the skeleton before heading into the trees. You dislike the fact that it is so silent. This was awful. Your body tenses when you hear a gentle snap.
"Gotta go, gotta go…" You start whispering when you believe you feel a tail touch your leg. You tighten and jump as you stumble and fall to the ground. You gasp in pain as you hear a gentle giggle. You stiffen up as your gaze meets a pair of deep crimson eyes. You become pale when you notice the scar on its right eye.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing all by your lonesome….?" The creature purred as it moved closer. You might call the voice deep and masculine. It raises a paw as you flinch, but you feel it barely brush something.
"Wh…Wha…" Your mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish. It chuckled and nonchalantly shook a leaf from its paw. You focus, and you can tell he's a manticore.
"You got some leaves in your hair. Now, are you going to answer my question or am I going to have to repeat myself?" The manticore quietly circles you. It's tail dragging lazily on the floor. You gulp as you watch him circle you.
"M-My uh- my team was doing some research on the legends of these parts..." You sputter out and he hums. He leans towards you his eyes glowing. You blink as he looks more skeleton than Manticore. The manticore chuckles before he pulls back. He was standing on his hind legs, he looked like a very tall skeleton. He sits down in front of you. He raises one leg and rests the other down. He puts his chin on his knees.
"Is that right…? Well, you are looking at one." The manticore smirks, making you blush. He was undeniably attractive.
"Oh, one of the legends…? No way… They existed centuries ago." You spoke shakily as he hummed and leaned against his hand.
"I am Elpis… Sounds familiar…?" Elpis, the manticore, smirked as you tensed. How was this possible? It should not be. He shouldn't be…
"Y-Yes, but h-how…?" When you ask, Elpis hums and gestures to his cursed form. He smirked slyly.
"I'm cursed." He leans on his leg, smirking. He appears to shrug slightly in reaction to your stare. "So, got any questions, or are you going to keep staring?" Elpis makes jokes while he glances at you.
"I-I didn't actually think-" you begin, but he appears to giggle slightly. He leans his head against his hand.
"Yeah, yeah, now with the questions." Elpis seemed to be encouraging you to talk. You blink, but you grab your notes and stare at him intently.
"Uh- okay... What are you? How did this happen? And um... Are you the only one?" You ask. Elpis hums as he stretches a bit. His wings spread a bit as he does so.
"I'm a skeleton manticore. Gods happened. Also no, I am not the only one." Elpis chuckles as he leans on his hand.
"Uh… So- so were you always…?" You couldn't find the perfect words to say when you asked. Elpis observes you silently.
"Do you mean I was always a skeleton manticore? No, I was a regular person many years ago… But I don't remember how I used to look so I'm just a manticore now." Elpis shrugs and rests back against the tree. He crosses his legs crisscross-style. "Well, I guess I have some things to do. But…perhaps we can meet again?" Elpis grins as he pokes your nose. He returns to his manticore form and does the cat stretch before flying away.
"Wait- ah… He's gone…" You blink as he flies away… It can't get any worse than this. You couldn't feel the other two sets of eyes on you.
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Part 2: The Cursed Beings: Mantidrake (Benoit x Reader)
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