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five-bi-five-mind · 2 years

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hii, what about a jj x tall plus size reader, and the reader is insecure about the size difference between them? im plus sized and tall myself and i rarely see any plus sized reader x jj fics

Self-Conscious

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!plus-size!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Words: 1.7k+

Summary: Sometimes you let yourself get too wrapped up in your own mind, comparing yourself to your girlfriend. But JJ is there to remind you of exactly how she sees you.

Warnings: Lots of talk about anxiety and insecurity; good ol' fluffy smut, oral (r receiving), very brief barely there hint of fatphobia in past relationships

A/N: Hi anon! Sorry for your wait! Hope you like this fluffy little fic. Also I didn't really talk much about height, that's my bad.

“You’re not gonna break me, darling,” JJ chuckles softly.

She’s looking up at you from where she lay beneath you, her eyes filled with nothing but utter admiration and a soft smile spread across her face as her hands rest on the tops of your thighs. You, on the other hand, are straddling her waist and struggling with all your might to keep yourself from pressing your body fully down onto hers. It’s been a minute since you’ve been in this position and you can feel your legs starting to strain and shake from the position you’re in, currently hovering over her and only balancing yourself on your legs. You were self conscious enough to be in just a shirt and underwear in front of her, but to be fully on top of her too was becoming too much for your nerves.

“But I-” Before you could even finish that protest, in one swift move, JJ sits up and pushes your thighs down so that your entire body is pressed to hers.

“I told you, it’s okay princess.” Her hands move from the top of your thighs to grab at your waist and she’s slowly trying to urge you to start to move your hips. You’re still hesitant as you look down from where your body is now flush with hers and back up to meet her eyes. She’s just looking back at you with eyes filled with lust and just seeing that look is giving you a huge burst of confidence you didn’t expect.

See, the thing is, you two haven’t been together for very long. You started dating her maybe two months ago, and even then you haven’t spent a lot of time being physical. There was only one reason for that and it was your insecurities getting in the way. JJ, being the wonderful amazing woman that she was, was nothing but understanding and reassuring. She never pushed you, never made you feel like you had a reason to be self conscious. In fact, she treated you like you were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen and, honestly, the more you were with her the more you felt your insecurities slowly start to melt away. But slowly is the key word here.

You still were incredibly aware of your differences. She was tall, blonde, and toned with muscles for days. You were the exact opposite of all of that. Yet, whenever you even hinted at thinking she was out of your league, JJ would stop you right then and there and go on tangents about how perfect she thought you were. It took everything in you not to outwardly cringe as she went on and on about it. Not that you hated hearing it, just that you weren’t used to it and didn’t know how to react. Loving JJ, you quickly realized, also meant you needed to learn to love yourself.

“Hey,” JJ’s hand reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “What’s going on in that brain of yours?”

You shook your head and gave her a forced smile, feeling guilty that you got distracted with your own self consciousness when you were currently sitting on top of the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.

“Nothing important,” you offered, hoping she wouldn’t press.

“It’s not nothing,” JJ gave you a knowing look. Of course, it’s JJ. She always pressed.

You sighed and shook your head, leaning in for a kiss in hopes that it would distract her. Before you could, she leaned back and completely dodged your lips, reaching up to grab your chin to stop you from trying again.

“Please, (Y/N)?”

You huffed and knew you weren’t getting away from this one.

“It’s just…” you took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I get a little wrapped up in my own head sometimes. I get worried…”

“Worried about what?”

“I don’t know,” you tried to look away from JJ, but when you started to move your head down, the grip she had on your chin tightened.

“Why are you worried?” JJ repeated. Her tone wasn’t harsh, she wasn’t frustrated. She continued to have a softness to her questions and a look of only concern.

“That you won’t like my body. That maybe you’ll realize I’m not as beautiful as you say I-“

“No.” JJ cut you off short.

“But what if-“

“No.” JJ repeated even firmer, her hand squeezing your chin tighter for emphasis. “You’re beautiful, you’re perfect, you’re everything I could ever want. I know you don’t see yourself the way I do and it kills me to see you cut yourself down all the time.”

Suddenly JJ released your chin, only to push you off her lap and straight onto the bed in one swift move. In the blink of an eye, she was hovering over you, pushing your shirt up and off of you before you could protest.

“I know it takes time,” she murmured as she began to kiss down from your neck to your chest. “I know that people before me made you feel terrible about your body.” She continued to kiss down your body, past your chest and onto your stomach. You couldn’t help but turn to hide your face in the pillow as you felt her lips continue their trail down.

“I wish I could convince you that they were wrong, that how you see yourself is wrong.” JJ was now kissing right above the elastic of your underwear and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through your body when you felt her fingers graze between your legs. “You’re gorgeous and I’ll never stop reminding you of that.”

With that, you felt her yank your underwear down and pull it off your body. You still couldn’t bear to look down at her, you felt so vulnerable and exposed. It didn’t help that she was pushing your legs apart and grazing her lips up and down both your thighs. Yet, as nervous as you were, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop her. You didn’t want her to stop.

When you felt her tongue run up your slit, your brain practically short circuited. You let out a low whine that was muffled by your hands still covering your face. Her hands were squeezing your thighs, forcing them to stay spread open for her. Any other time you’d be consumed by your own inner critic for the way you looked when someone touched you like this, but it’s JJ. All she’s said tonight and every other night you’ve spent as her girlfriend has made you more comfortable with your own body than you’ve ever been.

You felt JJ’s tongue circle your clit before she started to lap at it with her tongue. It took everything in you not to continuously moan her name at how good it felt. Yet, you still kept your face hidden, too nervous to look down and see the mess of blonde hair you knew was waiting for you between your thighs. What you couldn’t help, though, was the buck of your hips when her lips wrapped around your clit. You tried with all of your might to keep your reactions contained, but it was starting to get difficult. JJ was really fucking good at what she was doing.

“Hey,” JJ whispered in between your legs. “Don’t hide from me or I’ll stop.”

It only took you a second to contemplate what she was demanding of you. Hesitantly, you dropped your hands from your face and looked down at the blonde. The sight of her between your legs, eyes looking up at you with pure hunger, made your heart stop for a moment. Without much thought, you let your hand drift down to her head, running your fingers through her hair for a brief moment only to squeeze your hand into a fist the moment she dove back in.

That only spurred her on more. Her hands moved to the backs of your thighs as her tongue went back to hungrily lapping at your clit. You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, moaning and gasping periodically. The hands on your thighs encouraged you to move your hips and grind against her mouth and you completely gave into the feeling. When her tongue dipped down and slid inside you, any ounce of restraint was completely gone and you let out a moan that you were only slightly worried the neighbors would hear.

You couldn’t stop your thighs from shaking and your hips began to grind faster against JJ’s mouth. She could tell that you were close, you just needed a little more. Her tongue returned to your clit as she moved her hand to slide two fingers inside of you, setting a pace to match the rhythm of her mouth. It only took a few pumps of her fingers, curved to hit at just the right spot before you were pulling at her hair and begging her not to stop. Your back arched when she added a third finger, feeling completely stretched out by her, but you adjusted fast. It took two… three hard pumps of her fingers and suddenly you found yourself coming all over them, groaning her name as you did.

JJ gave you a moment to come down from your orgasm before slowly sliding her fingers out of you. You watched with hooded eyes as she licked them clean before crawling back up your body.

“You look so beautiful when you cum for me,” JJ whispered before kissing your lips. Tasting yourself on her tongue made you dizzy. She pulled back to look at you, her hands roaming all over your body as she did.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby,” JJ repeated. You were naked, panting still from the intensity of the orgasm she just gave you, an utter mess for her. Your usual response would be to disagree, but with the way JJ was looking at you, the way she had made you feel all night, all you could manage to do was continue to melt into her touch.

JJ continued to spend the rest of that night telling you just how perfect she thought you were in between each kiss and each time she touched you. By the end of the night, you both fell asleep naked and entangled in each other's arms. You knew that loving JJ meant you were learning to love yourself and every moment with her made it that much easier.

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unohanabbygirl · 11 months

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Fmn has taken over my brain! I have a question, will Luke hook up with anyone before he gets with Aemond? I'm curious bc they're not really a thing yet but Luke gives the vibes that he likes sex for the emotional intimacy part more. Also poor rhaenyra too. Luke was her BABY and is now the kid she lost soonest and has been separated from longest 😭. Im so excited for Luke to get his memories back and for the fam to learn about his past 😭😭😭. Also I feel bad for Rhaena bc her mans got taken in 2 lives 😭. Actually I feel bad for basically everyone (esp my baby Luke). I kinda like that Aemond will feel v guilty bc he got to live a nice & peaceful life while he was a war criminal whereas Luke is so innocent yet has only suffered. I feel like he's gonna be crazy protective in the future. Tho I think it'll be good bc it seems like Luke will need a lot of assurance that they love and care about him. Omg but imagine if Luke starts thinking Aemonds into him bc he reminds him of the Lannisters "dead son".

Also this may be kinda weird but ive been very curios: if this was an abo world, do you think Luke would have gotten pregnant by the time he got taken in by his fam?

Anyways I'm looking forward to ur next update ❤❤❤

Fmn brain gets the best of us!

There will be a few hookups here and there before he takes Aemond seriously in more than just a flirty friend sort of way. It’ll be lowkey, but Lucy will for sure get some action. His feelings lay Aemond so they’ll still get close, however sex is a big part of life for Luke and the whole waiting thing simply isn’t his style.

Your question is everything because I regularly think about how things would go down if fmn was omegaverse.

Had fmn been a/b/o, Luke would’ve gotten pregnant several times by now. The immense stress of his nightmares paired with heavy drug use and the overall abuse he’s faced both emotionally, physically, and sexually would’ve more than likely led to some miscarriages. If not, Luke would go the abortion route, not wanting to bring a child into the world knowing how cruel it could be.

Maybe I should do a ‘what if’ drabble 🧐

I hope you enjoy the update babes!

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introloves · 4 years

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my horrible mind just had to come up w something for aone bc god he’s such a mountain of a man. so here we go

approx 1.2k words

corruption kink + obvious size! kink + riding the big boy™️ aone takanobu + mild dacryphilia + fluff + a smidge of soft dom reader

it wouldn’t hurt to ask Aone, right?

your hands wrung nervously against eachother, he was sitting next to you enjoying your company his own hands were preoccupied with his phone, one hand holding it while he navigated instagram with his other pointer finger. it was almost funny how little it looked in his grasp, he occasionally turned it towards you smiling while showing you a cute cat or meme he found particularly funny.

and while your heart burst at the seems everytime he looked at you expectantly in approval or looking to get a laugh out of you... your mind had started to wonder into bad thoughts.

thoughts you felt so guilty about because he looked so innocent next to you, sure he dwarfed you in size, and the veins in his hands made them look extra hot and his bicep was almost the size of your head, and his stomach was so toned and the veins near the waistband of his shorts looked so fucking good, and his thighs, god his thighs...

aone tapped your arm, face looking down at you in confusion, you blinked trying to find your bearings. your heart stuttering from how close he was, lips just barely an inch away from yours, you knew he was wondering if you were okay, being with him you had to read his mind sometimes and that was fine by you.

with a gulp you nodded, “i’m okay.” but he stared in at you, his hand came up to touch your face gently and you almost cried at the tender touch, the guilt eating you alive because not two minutes ago you were fantasizing about how big his dick was, he was obviously gigantic so of course it’d make sense that he was hung... right.

god you were frustrated, both of you were grown, it was okay. you could fantasize about your boyfriend it’s fine, so you mustered up the courage you’d certainly need for this next part.

“actually no i’m not okay.” your voice warbled, hand coming up to lay over his own that was still against your cheek.

“god i’ve been having thoughts about you aone, and i feel bad because i know you might not be ready but they’re eating me alive.”

he balked at that. just what type of thoughts could warrant a reaction from you like that?

“i keep thinking about your dick and how big it probably is, i mean look at you.”

you motioned to his body, he had tensed up considerably and you couldn’t get a read on him.

“im sorry but i just really, really, really wanna ride you.”

a groan from him stopped your rambling, you had never seen him this red, the blush reached the tip of his ears and ran down the back of his neck. his other hand was resting in a fist against his thigh. god he wanted you too, but he wasn’t exactly experienced he was worried about taking care of your needs.

your heart rate shot up once you realized that he looked just as needy as you, a wicked smile spreading on your face.

“would you like that?” you questioned, and he nodded once after a couple beats of silence. he couldn’t meet your eyes, face still red.

there was something about seeing such a big man crumble under your gaze... you wanted to ruin him.

you wasted no time to situate yourself over him, legs burning as your knees his the couch on either side of him. you giggled as his hands hovered over your hips, unsure.

but with one small rut of your hips against his dick they settled against your hips, gripping at the softness that was you.

you purred as you felt just how big he was, exactly what you had been anticipating.

“you’re going to feel so good inside me.”

he felt like you were going to swallow him whole, eyes glinting you were actively trying to lock eyes with his shy ones, lips curling up in a mischievous manner. each drag of your heat against him made him dizzy, he felt winded and silly, he had been worried about satisfying you, but of course you knew what you wanted and he was content with letting you use him however you wanted.

finally you shivered, knowing that it was time to take him properly.

maybe you should have taken your time with him, but you couldn’t imagine he had any complaints with the way he panted against you.

“i’m going to take your dick out.”

at least through your lust addled brain you had the decency to let him know.

making quick work of both your shorts and underwear, you sat down on his thighs.

hnng, he warbled seeing you spread out and naked so close to his dick. strings of your arousal coated the inside of your thighs and were now dripping onto his thighs. he felt like he was going to die, seeing you look down at his dick like that.

it was big, his cock head red in stark contrast to the pale shaft, precome painted him, glistening atop his slit.

with a shiver you wasted no time in finally shifting up.

it felt like you were about to ride a dangerous ride, it was quite silly at how eager you were to hurt yourself, you knew it was going to hurt and yet as you sunk down on him it was all you wanted.

“g-god aone. you’re so big.” you cried.

he could feel the pleasure everywhere, up the base of his skull, down to the tips of his toes, and it was all concentrated where the both of you met. ghhh.

“it fits.” he rasped out, you squealed at the sheer vibration of his voice, you looked him dead in the eye, pulling yourself up to impale him in you over and over. his voice spurring you on.

“it fits, it fits so good.”

“hurts?” he questioned, strained.

“no.”

you couldn’t exactly rack your brain for the tons of other responses you could have given him as you moved up and down.

“good.”

his hands were finally moving to their own accord, gripping at every one of your soft spots.

you don’t think your orgasm had ever come so fast, maybe it was the way he filled you up, stretching you, filling your head and pussy with nothing but him. maybe it was the way he grunted out a singular drawn out fuck.

whatever it was, you came with a shout, hands coming up to grip at his shoulders, face burying into his neck as you sobbed. there were splashes of your cum against him, making you so nice and slippery, making it nice enough for him to slide in and out of you.

he didn’t think as you shook against him, it didn’t take much experience to follow his orgasm, using you to chase that sweet euphoria. aone fucks you with no abandon, tears free falling from the sensitivity and before you know it he has you coming once more, the pleasure not as intense but still deliciously good.

he’s trembling hard, keeping you close to him and crushing you against his arms and chest.

of course there’s no more room for anything else inside you, and his cum leaks hotly down between the two of you.

you both take minutes to recover, giggling when you take notice that both of you had cried through it all.

“I knew you were massive.” you squeaked out as Aone buries his face in your chest to hide his embarrassment.

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thetomorrowshow · 3 years

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unless you take your army back ch. 2

First chapter - Read on AO3!

This chapter is a lot longer than I thought it was that’s my bad

cw: blood, intense depictions of injuries, food, flashbacks

When Crutchie woke, it was with a heaviness in the pit of his stomach. He knew that while he was not waking up from a nightmare, he would be waking into one. Another day either working hard for nothing or locked in a tiny closet, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Something was different, though. For one thing, he wasn’t quite sure where he was. He was on something soft, which couldn’t count as any surface in the Refuge. Not only that, but he didn’t feel squished or anything. There wasn’t anyone else near him, which crossed off the idea that he’d been dragged back to the room full of boys, but there was plenty of room to stretch out, so definitely not in a closet.

Maybe he had died.

As he became more aware of his body, though, he still felt pained--so probably not dead. He used to visit a church when he’d been on the streets by himself, less for concern of his mortal soul and more for the communion wafers and occasional Sunday afternoon luncheons, but he’d listened to what had been taught there. Apparently, if he died and went to Heaven he’d be healed. He had to be going to Heaven, right? He’d been baptized as a baby, after all. He didn’t really believe in it these days, but that didn’t mean he was a bad person.

He would’ve continued wondering about the fate of his soul had he not tried to flex his fingers and found both hands immobile--not because of the pain in them, but because his fingers were all wrapped up. So was his left arm, actually, which was distantly throbbing.

Reluctantly, Crutchie forced his eyes to open, grimacing at how crusty they felt. Light flooded his vision and he closed them almost immediately, then opened them a pinch.

He had no clue where he was. All he could see was a wooden ceiling. How was that supposed to help him?

It smelled sort of familiar, but it was also silent, aside from a bird chirping outside the window--which was right beside him. Actually, as he took a bigger breath (not too big, his chest was all tight and achy), he recognized something small--and then so many things, all in the scent of the air.

This was the lodging house, and with it, the smell of the soap they all used, Race’s cigar, newspapers, coffee, sweat, and that weird cologne that Jack and Romeo sometimes spent a few pennies on. He was home.

Crutchie let out a sigh. He was exhausted. Maybe he could just go back to sleep.

“Crutchie?”

So much for that idea. Crutchie shifted his vision a little, wincing as his neck cramped. Jack was sat there beside him, charcoal pencil frozen where it was poised on a paper. He looked okay, aside from a black eye. He also looked scared, for some reason, almost guilty. What had happened? Why was Crutchie at the lodging house? Why did Jack look like he was hiding something?

Crutchie decided to not bring it up at the moment, but couldn’t stop wondering. He didn’t remember all of what had happened since he’d been awoken the other morning by the Refuge kids with a cup of water, but he had vague recollections of beatings and closets and being trapped under the floor. He could also remember seeing Katherine, but that part might have been a hallucination. More importantly, he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten here and what had made Snyder let him go. If Jack had traded someone--

“How’re ya feeling?” Jack asked, and Crutchie could hear his words dripping with fatigue. He wondered how long he’d been out, that Jack had been sitting at his side for.

Crutchie opened his mouth, lips cracking, and paused at the pain that came when he tried to make his voice work. Something was up--Synder, chokin’ you, his brain reminded him. Also no water, dummy. They does that to a voice.

As if Jack knew what he was thinking, he shot up, the paper falling and pencil rolling away. “Gotcha some water waitin’,” he said, taking a few steps out of Crutchie’s line of sight and returning with a tin cup and a bowl. “Also had one o’ the fellas grab some soup from the sistas, so you can has somethin’ ta eat.” He frowned down at the bowl. “It ain’t too warm now, but it should still taste all right.”

Crutchie had the feeling that he ought to smile in thanks, but just couldn’t. He couldn’t even fathom lifting his cheeks that much--they felt oddly large and heavy. His head was pretty cloudy, anyway. It probably wouldn’t even be able to send the instructions to his mouth. Jack held the cup to his lips and he drank--the water was a bit warm, but far better than nothing--begrudgingly, wishing he could hold it himself.

As soon as all the water was gone, Jack was digging a spoon out of his pocket, preparing to feed him. If he had the energy, Crutchie would’ve sputtered in indignation. He could feed himself, thank you very much! He hadn’t let no one feed him except his mother, and that was too long ago for him to remember (he casually shoved down the image of Harley feeding him bites of sandwich, back at the Refuge).

“I can feeds myself,” he croaked out, feeling just that small movement of his mouth stretch his cheeks farther than normal. They must’ve been pretty swollen. Some of the anxious creases around Jack's eyes smoothed out.

“I know ya can,” Jack said, relief evident in his voice. “Lemme help ya sit up, then.”

Crutchie wanted to sit up himself, but he conceded this to Jack. He had to pick his battles, especially when he was so tired.

He gasped when Jack buried his arm under his back, the lashes and memories of them barraging him with agony. Jack pulled away as if he was the one who had been whipped, watching him warily. Crutchie scrunched his eyes closed, trying to stop a tear that was threatening to slip out. He wasn’t weak. He had to show Jack that he could do this.

“Want--want me to, uh, pull ya up by the arm?” Jack offered, and Crutchie nodded jerkily. That sounded bearable; his right arm wasn’t hurt all that bad.

As soon as Jack touched him, though, fear stole Crutchie’s breath. Images of thugs gripping his wrist and dragging him along on dirty floors filled his mind, and he cowered, pulling his body as close together as he could.

Someone was speaking, and Crutchie was about to ignore it until he realized the price he might pay for not following orders. His eyes shot open, his heart racing with a frenzy that seemed to pound on his broken ribs.

“--okay? Kath said your ribs got beat pretty bad, an’ it might be hard for you ta sit up. You good, Crutch?”

That was Jack. That was Jack speaking, and he wasn’t in the Refuge, he was at the lodging house. He just sat up to eat some soup. He was safe.

No matter how many times Crutchie repeated those words to himself, he couldn’t let go of the dark halls of the Refuge, the stink of the guards’ cigars, the pain that was coming at any moment.

“I’s fine,” he gritted out, forcing himself to meet Jack’s eyes. “Jus’, yeah, little bit o’ pain.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say, so just let it hang in the air between them.

Eventually, Jack helped him form his right hand around the bowl as steady as possible, then stabilized it as he brought it to his lips and drank. It bumped against his cheeks uncomfortably. It was little more than broth, and lukewarm, but Crutchie was grateful for it all the same. The taste of it alone nearly made him sob--the flavor was just so much--but he held it in.

Jack made him drink over half of the bowl before letting him lay back down, which was a much quicker operation than sitting up had been. When he was settled back in the bed, full to bursting and a little more clear on what was happening, he finally asked one of the questions that had been on his mind since he woke.

“Jack? What happened?”

Jack shifted from foot to foot. “With what?”

Crutchie sighed, pulling down his shirt a little to see what was under it. A lot of bandages and some bruises was the answer. “The strike, I s’pose.”

“Right, the strike.” Jack sat down, crossing one leg over the other. “Uh, well, we won.”

Crutchie’s heart leaped. They won? Against Pulitzer, and Wiesel, and the Delanceys, and Snyder, and all the police officers? Once again, he felt that he should smile, but just couldn’t find the energy. “Wow,” he said instead, swallowing around the pain in his throat. They had won. “How’d you get me out?”

There wasn’t an answer from Jack for a long time, and after a moment Crutchie looked over at him. He was looking down, cap in his hands, twisting it around anxiously.

“Governor Roosevelt,” he said, not looking up. His voice was unreadable. “Kath got him ta shut down the Refuge, for good. Ain’t nobody goin’ back there.”

Wow. They really won. How had that even happened? Crutchie couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that there would be no more Snyder chasing kids on the street. There had to be someone, right? Someone else who wanted to hurt kids for the fun of it?

“Y-you awake, buddy?”

Crutchie blinked, realizing his eyes had closed. “Yeah,” he whispered. Jack was watching him again, his eyes red. “Jus’ . . . jus’ tired.” And he was. He felt like if he didn’t sleep soon, he might just fade away. Even now, he wouldn’t be surprised if he slept for a week straight. He was so tired.

“Sleep, nitwit. Ya gots the time.”

Crutchie gladly accepted the invitation.

“Shh! Ya don’t want ‘im wakin’ up, do ya?”

“A little bit, yeah!”

“We wants to see ‘im!”

Crutchie groaned. The voices quieted down for a second with a few hushed gasps and shushes, then started up again when he made no effort to move. This bed was almost unbearably comfortable.

“C’mon, Jack! He’s practic’ly a’ready awake.”

“Yeah, but he ain’t. He’s restin’, he don’t need you lot tirin’ him out.”

“It’s our room too.”

“Yeah! You has to let us in, who put you in charge?”

“. . . You’s all did, Romeo.”

Crutchie snorted through his nose, then opened his eyes. He still felt bone tired, but a little like he could function. He turned his head, slowly this time, to see Jack a few feet away, holding back a good dozen newsies. Once they saw him moving, their faces lit up excitedly. Elmer pointed, hopping a little bit, and Jack looked over his shoulder to meet Crutchie’s eyes.

Immediately, he dropped his defenses and rushed to Crutchie’s side. He produced a tin cup from nowhere--and a different one from earlier?--and pushed it to his lips. “Hey, Crutch. How ya feelin’?”

Crutchie sipped and rolled his eyes, coughing a little when that sent a headache pounding. “Bit better,” he managed through his swollen jaw, pulling away from the drink. “Why’s my arm not workin’?”

Jack’s face flashed guiltily. “‘S broken,” he said, brushing hair out of Crutchie’s face. “Katherine said you’ll be wrapped up in it about three weeks, maybe more.”

Crutchie frowned. How was he supposed to sell? His right arm needed to hold his crutch, so what was supposed to be waving around the papers? His thoughts were interrupted by Jack making him drink some more water.

“I gots more food here, for ya,” Jack began. “Don’t want ya goin’ hungry. And then--”

“Jack?”

Jack went silent instantly, looking so intensely at Crutchie that he started to wonder if Jack thought he was dying. Maybe he was dying. He certainly felt like it. He shook himself. “Can I see the fellas?”

Jack turned around. The newsies, still standing in the middle of the room, waved.

“Yeah, why not,” he said, pulling his hat off and running a hand through his hair. “One at a time, though,” he added when they all began to rush forward. “You’s gonna give him a heart attack, all o’ you’s at once.”, during which Crutchie propped himself up into almost a sitting position. His bad leg was almost completely deadweight, and it hurt like he’d stuck it in a bonfire. Still, he dragged it up a little bit, trying to make room for another boy to sit on the bed. Breathing sitting up made his chest burn and back smart, but he could deal with it for right now. He just wanted to see his friends.

Specs sat down first, smiling in that gentle way of his. “Hey, Crutch,” he said. “Lookin’ a bit worse than last time I seen ya, huh? Feelin’ any better?”

“Jus’ a bit, and okay, I guess,” Crutchie admitted, once again finding smiling to be too much effort. “Jack says we won, I think. How’s it feel?”

Specs sighed happily. “Feels free. Can’t wait to get ya outta bed and into the streets, see how ‘cited the boys are ‘bout sellin’.”

“Me neither,” Crutchie said. Specs nodded, then patted him awkwardly on the knee before standing up. He was almost immediately replaced by Race and Albert, Race falling onto the bed with flourish, Albert standing beside it with his thumbs in his suspenders.

“Feelin’ any better, Crutchie?” Albert asked. Crutchie waved his arm.

“Loads,” he said, trying to not make any sounds as Race jostled him. “Bet I’ll be up sellin’ papes with you’s in no time.”

Albert guffawed; Race smiled a little piteously. “Glad to see that Crutchie spirit,” Race said, poking him in the side. Crutchie couldn’t help a gasp, bit his tongue too late to hide it. The smile completely dropped from both of their faces.

“Hey, uh,” Albert said, quieter than usual, “Race an’ I--we’s been there. Well, not there ‘xactly, but . . . that place. So we knows it’s hard to get better, an’ it takes time.”

They really didn’t know, Crutchie thought to himself as they stepped away. They didn’t have a public connection to Jack Kelly when they were in there, nor did they have a crippled leg. He was sure it was rough for them, but their experiences were not the same, and he didn’t much appreciate them comparing the two.

“Hey Crutchie! Feelin’ any better?” Elmer.

“I’d feel better if people would stop askin’ me that,” Crutchie grumbled. Elmer laughed, his eyes lighting up.

“Les an’ Davey an’ me made you this,” he said, holding something out. He dropped it in Crutchie’s lap, who stiffly picked it up with bandaged fingers and examined it closely. It was a loop of yarns, braided together in blue, green, and brown to make a bracelet.

“You don’t gotta put it on your wrist now,” Elmer said, obviously proud. “But we all made it! You can sees where I started braidin’ after Les, ‘cuz it gets better there.”

Crutchie felt tears pricking at his eyes as he looked, and yep--there was a section where it went from messy to a little less so. “Thanks, Elmer. I’m . . . I’m touched.” he glanced up into his face, seeing it split into a huge smile. “You wanna put it on my wrist? My fingers ain’t workin’ so well.”

Elmer did so with care, not even hopping back when Crutchie flinched at the touch. Then he gave a little bow and a wave, and darted off.

Next up were Romeo and Henry, who awkwardly told him about their day and asked about his. Seeing as how Crutchie had been unconscious for the majority of the day, there wasn’t much conversation to be made on his end. It was nice to hear about what they’d been doing, though. Crutchie could usually see Romeo from his selling spot, and they sometimes sold together.

“Some o’ the regulars is askin’ after you,” Romeo told him with a pat on the shoulder. Crutchie didn’t have the energy to hide his wince. “Told ‘em they oughtta be proud o’ you, you took on the Delanceys and won!”

Crutchie choked. “I ain’t done anything of the sort!” he sputtered. Romeo chuckled.

“I’m a newsie, what can I say?” he shrugged and patted his shoulder again, then wandered off with a bit of a dazed look on his face. Henry gave him a quick goodbye and followed.

Tommy Boy was just saying hello when Jack began to usher them out, saying something about how they needed to go run off their energy somewhere not here. For once, Crutchie was grateful for Jack’s motherhenning. He felt like he was going to shake right out of his body. The newsies were a tactile bunch, and normally Crutchie had no problem with that, but today it made his skin crawl and his brain go bleary. He’d also never been troubled by crowds of any size, but the room was beginning to feel unbearably full and loud.

When he looked up again, everyone but Jack was gone--and Katherine? When had she come in?

Not another person, Crutchie thought, then immediately felt bad. Jack had mentioned her a few times, and he inferred that she was sort of the person who got him out. He could have the civility to talk to her.

“Crutchie, how are you feeling?” Katherine asked, hurrying over. Crutchie bit his tongue to keep from responding rudely.

Katherine looked him over, the smile in her words slowly fading as she took him in. Finally, she met his eyes, and nodded. “Jack was right, you’re looking a lot better than yesterday.”

“Thanks, I think?” Crutchie said, something catching in his sore throat and causing him to cough violently. His chest seized up, his body wracked with agony at the pain that came from the shuddering coughs. When he recovered enough to open his eyes, Jack was holding the cup of water right under his nose.

“Don’ be gettin’ sick on me, Crutchie,” Jack said, sounding more worried than teasing. Crutchie swallowed down the last of the water and coughed one more time.

“I’s gettin’ sick just ta spite you, now,” Crutchie said weakly. Katherine and Jack both laughed, a little wildly, a little wrong. That bothered him, in ways that he couldn’t quite put together. Why didn’t they sound normal?

Something in the smell of the room was starting to make him feel sick. Had he eaten anything since the scraps that one morning? He had, hadn’t he? Jack had given him something earlier. Well, at least he knew there was something in his stomach to be tossed up if it came to that. That had to be easier on his throat than dry heaves.

“Crutchie, you heard that the Refuge has been shut down for good, haven’t you?” asked Katherine, trying to find somewhere to pat him kindly. She settled on the edge of the mattress.

Wait, what?

The Refuge? Shut down--for good? That wasn’t possible, was it? Snyder had a perfect reputation with the city. They’d never shut down a place that worked so well because a few teenage boys told them to.

“It what?” he said out loud, looking between Jack and Katherine, hoping to see some sign of humor. They had to be pulling his leg. Katherine only nodded, though, and Jack gave him a concerned glance.

“I told ya that already,” Jack said. “Remember? This mornin’?”

Crutchie thought back. Maybe? He remembered pieces of their conversation, but it was pretty blurry. He also remembered seeing a lizard crawl up the windowpane. He’d assumed it was a dream, but maybe it had actually happened. That was pretty cool.

“Anyway, I showed Governor Roosevelt some of Jack’s drawings,” Katherine pushed on. “He investigated it immediately, and went personally to shut it down and arrest that awful man!”

“The governor,” Crutchie repeated, dumbfounded. Jack had ridden in the back of his carriage once. Had he met the governor and not even been conscious?

Now that he thought about it, though, he had vague flashes . . . a man with a mustache saying something to someone out of sight . . . the same man holding water for him to drink . . . had he met the governor and let the man baby him?

“The doctor said he doesn’t know what your recovery will look like, but he thinks you’ll make a full one if nothing gets infected,” Katherine told him, and Crutchie was torn from his mortification to incredulation.

“A doctor?” He couldn’t afford a doctor! He didn’t even have enough money saved to miss more than a few days of work, how would he--

“Don’t worry,” Katherine said, waving him off with a little laugh, “Governor Roosevelt handled the cost. You were concerned about it when it happened, too.”

Crutchie made himself relax a little bit. He couldn’t turn down a free handout in his condition, especially not from the governor. The governor.

“And, speaking of. . . .” Katherine trailed off, looking uncomfortable. Jack took her hand and gave her a strained smile. Crutchie looked at the two of them. Were they together?! Why had no one told him?

“I sort of need to change your bandages,” Katherine said apologetically. Crutchie blanched, and she hurried to add, “It’ll be quick! Just clean wrappings--” she waved a bag-- “and some soap and water, then you can rest.”

Yeah, sure, but there was a huge problem. Katherine was a girl. It wasn’t that she was weak for being a girl or anything, but Crutchie really didn’t want to subject a lady to the mess that was his body right now. Or anyone, for that matter. In fact, if they could both just leave the room and give him the bandages and stinging stuff, he’d get it done himself.

When he tried to tell Katherine just that, she snorted. “Crutchie, no offense, but I don’t think you could beat a toddler with pneumonia in a fight right now. There’s no way you could do this yourself, or any way you could stop me or one of the others doing it for you.”

Crutchie’s blood ran cold. He couldn’t stop them. She was right. They could do anything they wanted to him, and he was powerless to do anything. They wouldn’t even need to hold him down.

Crutchie only nodded when she asked him if she could change his bandages, his throat completely dry. Jack watched him for a moment, and Crutchie tried to not look back. He didn’t want Jack to see how petrified he was. After a moment, Jack made up some nonsense excuse about checking on the other boys and left.

Left to get them, probably. Or maybe something to hit him with. Or both. After all, he was a pretty easy target right about now, who wouldn’t want a go? He could barely move, let alone fight back. Crutchie’s stomach turned as an image of Race taking bets on how long he’d be conscious forced itself into his head.

“Can you sit up all the way, Crutchie?” Katherine asked, and he cringed. They were going to make him sit up? Were they going to make him move from this bed, too? It was Jack’s, he’d realized earlier. Jack probably wanted it back.

He pushed himself up, slowly, agonizingly. His head pounded and his back throbbed and his stomach wouldn’t stop sloshing around the water in it, but he sat up anyway, slowly adjusting so that his legs hung off the bed. By the time he was fully sitting up (hunching over like he wanted to made it harder to breathe) Crutchie had broken a light sweat, his hair sticking a little to the back of his neck. Katherine wouldn’t hurt him, right? She was a girl, and she was upper-class. They made other people do that for them.

“I’m going to start with this cut on your cheek, okay? It looks like it’s fine, I just want to make sure it’s clean.”

Crutchie braced himself, closing his eyes. He just wanted to sleep for a little bit longer. Couldn’t it go back to Jack softly giving him water and drawing while he dozed? That was nice. That was safe. Couldn’t they do that for just a little bit longer before they got to all the bad stuff?

Katherine’s touch on his face made him flinch back, but that was all it was. A touch. A piece of wet cloth, rubbed on his cheek. It wasn’t too bad, so far. It was almost a little nice.

“Your forehead’s pretty warm,” he heard her say, distantly. He didn’t respond. It was taking all his effort to stay still and upright.

Crutchie tried to retreat to the back of his mind as he felt Katherine undoing the buttons on his shirt, but he couldn’t get out of here. He was straining his ears to hear something, anything--the boys bounding upstairs, or cheering, or something like that that would give him time to prepare for what was to come.

He was broken out of it, though, when his already aching chest burst into flames. He cried out, opened his eyes--Katherine was holding a red-stained cloth, looking apologetic.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured, “but one of your cuts is infected. It’s going to hurt a bit. Do you think you can focus on me?”

Crutchie would’ve laughed if he wasn’t busy taking as shallow breaths as possible. He could barely focus on anything. He looked down to see the patchwork of bruises and scrapes that was his chest, and saw that yes, the largest one looked irritated and weepy. That one had been giving him trouble from the first day.

Something touched his hand and he started, then stared down at it. Katherine was holding his hand. Why?

“We can wait until you’re ready,” she said, and Crutchie wasn’t sure that he would ever be ready, but nodded as a go-ahead.

He watched now as Katherine gently and carefully cleaned each wound, calming more with each reassuring squeeze of her hand when the liquid stung. Something about her hand in his was comforting, almost grounding. It was as if his perception had been blurred with panic, and her hand cleared the mist enough that he could ground himself against the contact and the quiet openness of the room. He was alive.

Instead of making him move, Katherine climbed over the bed in a very unladylike manner and dressed the marks on his back. This was worse. With no one to hold onto and no way to see what was happening, Crutchie dug the sore fingers of his right hand into his left upper arm. It gave him a sensation to focus on that wasn’t the painful touches on his back, something that he could control. That helped, a little bit. What didn’t help was the fact that Crutchie couldn’t stop staring at the door, waiting for it to burst open at any minute.

Katherine wrapped his torso and helped him get his shirt back on before moving down to his legs, which made Crutchie even more uncomfortable. He tried to shift away, even told her he could do this part, despite knowing full well that he was about two minutes from passing out. She was a lady, it was improper.

Katherine was sympathetic. “I can go get Jack,” she offered. “Or one of the other boys, if you’re more comfortable with that.”

No. No no no no no no no. Couldn’t they do this for a little while longer first? Just Katherine holding his hand and cleaning his chest. She seemed to see his panic, because she immediately softened.

“How about this,” she said. “I’ll only do from the knees down, and then I’ll turn around while you clean the rest, okay?” Crutchie nodded. That sounded okay. Embarrassing, of course, but so much better than the alternative.

Katherine pulled one of the blankets from where it was tucked in and draped it over his legs. With her steadying him, Crutchie managed to get his pants down to his ankles, then let her take over, his face burning. She was a girl, after all. It felt so wrong, to let her clean his legs.

She made quick work of it though, and handed Crutchie the brown bottle of what seemed to be soapy water and the cloth before turning around. He watched her for a moment, making sure she wasn’t going to peek, then quickly yet haltingly rubbed the cloth along his thighs. There luckily was nothing more than bruises and a single cut there, and he was done in a few minutes. By that point, he could barely hold his head up. Instead of pulling his pants back on, he just fell back against the bed, groaning.

Katherine tucked him back in, resting a hand on his forehead again. “Do you think you have a fever?”

That would make a bit of sense, wouldn’t it? It was the middle of summer, it had to be sweltering out, and here he was under three blankets with the window closed. He was sure he had other symptoms too, but he didn’t really remember, so he just shrugged and closed his eyes.

Katherine sighed, rubbing his fingers. “Crutchie, I need you to stay awake for a few minutes. Jack’s bringing you something to eat.”

Crutchie forced his eyes back open. He didn’t want to be awake. He’d been tired this whole time and now his body felt like it was going to fall apart. As if summoned, though, the door at the other end of the room creaked open, and in came Jack, holding a bowl in one hand and some bread in the other.

“I sent Sniper down ta Jacobi’s,” he said by way of introduction. Crutchie tried to move his arms, but they felt weighed down. He didn’t really want to eat, he wanted to sleep. He really wanted to sleep, actually, so badly that he felt his eyes begin to burn with tears. Why weren’t they letting him sleep?

There was bread in front of him and Crutchie stared at it uncomprehendingly. What was he supposed to do with that? He couldn’t take it, his arms weren’t moving.

He blinked and it had been replaced by a bowl of something, which gradually came closer as he watched. Someone wormed a hand underneath his neck to prop his head up, making him shiver and twitch. He didn’t like that at all, but there was nothing he could do. Maybe now they were going to beat him. At least he’d probably be too out of it to notice.

The bowl pressed against his lips and Crutchie opened his mouth, choking as some of its liquid slipped down his throat. That was far more warm than he’d been expecting, not quite searing his tongue, but coming close to it. It drew back again, then more spilled into his mouth. This time, Crutchie drank, paying no mind to the flavor or temperature. He just hoped they would let him sleep after this.

Sure enough, with a few last drops of broth, the bowl was empty and the hand under his neck pulled away, leaving Crutchie to fall back against the pillow. Before his eyes were even closed, he was pulled into darkness.

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kick it!au x nct 127

more like punk!au 127, but it’s inspired by the n version of the album!

taeyong

only heir to one of seoul’s biggest tech businesses, but no matter how much his parents try to get him to act like one

he really could give a rats ass about it

sometimes his parents think he’s doing it on purpose - the over the top outfits and the heavy music

the skipping out on important meetings, the hanging out with people who don't even imagine what kind of tax bracket his parents are in

but taeyong just cant bring himself to want to give his whole life away

to slaving over some company in some high office in a building so far off from the wonders life has to offer

he’d rather run around and experience what he can while he’s young and his body can handle it

so for a while, he just runs away - it sets of a massive panic throughout the city of seoul as his parents send out search teams and private investigators

and the police are put on the case

you watch the news and sigh, spotting taeyong spread out like a comfortable cat on your couch

“you know sooner or later they’re going to find out you’re here.”

“no they won’t. you were an intern in our legal department - you never even officially met me.”

he answers, playing with the threads off of his holed up tshirt before sitting up

“hey - if you really don't want to be involved in this, just run away with me to London like i offered.”

you take a bite of toast

“won’t that just get me more involved - we’ll both become fugitives. well i will, you’ll probably be saved by your parents money.”

taeyong’s eyes darken and his beautiful features fall sullen

you hear him hit the back the pillow with a soft thud

“i wish i wasn't living my life on the back of my parents - it’d make everything so much easier.”

you get up, leaning over the couch to look down at him

you met him when you’d gotten fired from your internship actually

why? because you threw hot coffee on some creep manager trying to feel you up and taeyong, who’d been passing by the floor, had watched mesmerized as you’d yelled at him for even thinking of touching you

it was the most badass thing he’d ever seen and when you were dragged away and tossed out of the building

he’d run up to you and offered to help you out

you thought he was saying he’d get you your job back - which you didn’t want because you didn’t want to work with creeps

but taeyong had actually meant getting you a favor at another company

even if he was a punk kid with no interest in business, he was still pretty charismatic with the other kids his age with parents in high places

he was the reason you had a comfortable life now - so when he shoed up on your doorstep you couldnt say no

now you’re looking at him and he’s looking up at you - the lost look in his eyes makes you so sad

“i cant run away with you anywhere, but you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.”

his lips turn up in a smile but before you can pull back he leans forward and you feel the softness of his mouth brush yours

you freeze with your hands digging into the couch and taeyong puts out his own palm on your cheek

“what if i wanna stay here with you forever?”

his tongue runs along the outline of your bottom lip and you feel the strength in your arms sort of fade

“are you doing this just to piss off your par-”

you start when you pull back, but he shakes his head and taeyong is not good at lying

“no. im doing all of this because i do want to be with you.”

jaehyun & johnny

guitarist and drummer of their garage punk band that they started in highschool together

to be honest, johnny had suggested it as a way to get themselves more popular - and jaehyun had thought it’d be a fun way to pass the long summer days

but now they’re actually pretty well known in the underground scene

and have went on to play booked shows in packed bars and events

they even have self designed merch which is kinda,,,well,,,,their fans love them anyway lol

you’re actually a server at one of the bars they play pretty frequently, and even though most of the crowd is pushed up on the stage when they play

there are some stragglers or bored significant others who occupy the tables in the back and who you have to deal with

they usually complain to you about the loud, thrashing music - but you have to say - you kind of dig the duo’s chaotic energy

plus jaehyun always looks handsome in leather black jeans and hair slicked back, while johnny looks just as enticing with disheveled brown long bangs and a right sleeve full of tattoos

you think some of the people in the crowd don’t even fancy the music that much either - the two musicians are pretty much a sight to enjoy on their own

you actually favor,

jaehyun - the guitarist and the main singer who always looks cold and put together

you sometimes akin him to more of like a businessman than a punk musician

but he really does have a lovely voice when he isn’t screaming into a mic

also - he tips better than most people - when he comes back to the bar to get a drink after the show

fans usually follow behind him like ants on honey

but he always makes it a point to get a few minutes before them so he can chat with you

his questions are usually about how you like the songs, you have the sneaking suspicion he’s the one who writes them

and you always enjoy the moments before his hoard attacks him

one evening you collect his bill and are surprised at the large tip again - but also at his number scrawled at the bottom and a question

thinking of writing my first love song, i think you can really help with that.....if you’d want to.

johnny - the drummer and the wilder part of the two

he’s got tattoos and is always jumping around and throwing drumsticks into the crowd

he looks like a mess when he’s up there, feeling the music and going insane with the fans cheers

but when he gets off stage he has those long sweaty bangs in his face

and usually is missing a part of his shirt that either tore or was torn off

he always finds you after, when you run back to the kitchen which is beside the back of the stage

usually for more snacks for the bar - and he always coaxes something free out of you

you like his one-liners and genuinely happy smile so you dont mind

and sometimes he tells you about a new tattoo or a new city he’s going to get or visit

one evening he stops you when all you’ve got is a wine bottle in hand and asks if you have a second

you agree and follow him into a part behind stacked speakers and almost drop the wine when he pulls his shirt up by his teeth

through muffling you understand him saying “look, i got my first hip tat!”

you see the tiger that’s disappearing down below his belt

“how big is the whole thing?!”

you ask and he winks, letting his shirt fall back down

“well if you want to see the whole thing - why don’t i wait for outback later?”

you agree - only to think about it ten minutes later and be like

taeil

employee at the local vintage records shop

the owner pretty much entrusts all of the store to taeil, whose music taste is highly respected in the community and is also very very,,,,,,,very specific

but unlike most people who love to come in here and argue about what genre or band or artist is the best

he just likes to,,,,,,,,vibe

which is why people feel either comfortable around him - because he’ll listen to them rant with a smile as he checks them out

or kinda weirded out because like - does he ever raise his voice above a softhearted whisper?!?!

pretty cute with his blonde mullet and pretty silver earrings - a loved flannel over his shoulders

because of taeil’s work and the general popularity of vintage records as an aesthetic, the shop gets a little more busy

and so the owner hires you - who unlike taeil who favors ska-punk and beach vibes

you are a strictly heavy metal person

the grimier - the better

and when you start working your job, you cannot handle taeil’s playlist

and you can’t handle his laidback attitude to match

so you always have something to say - half because you mean it but also half because you want some reaction from taeil

but taeil never does, if you spend half an hour shittalking the album he picks he just kind of shrugs it off

if you put on some swedish death tunes - he just lets you play the music without a comment

you guys look kind of funny next to each other because he’s just punky dad chic and your wardrobe is bleak and black

people can tell where your favorite sections are and they are on opposite sides of the store

one afternoon, you’re begging the store owner to buy copies of this obscure band most people dont care about but who you LOVE for the store

he keeps saying no because he’s pretty sure no one will buy it

when taeil strolls in for his shift

the boss turns and asks taeil for his opinion and you give up completely because

there’s no way he’s gonna ask the boss to order a heavy metal record-

“yes, let’s order it. i trust their taste.”

taeil smiles your way before turning the corner

the boss sighs and pats your shoulder, promising he’ll put it on the list for the next order

you just stand there, before breaking from your shock to find taeil

you do - he’s unpackaging new goods - and gives you a soft, happy smile when you call out his name

“why’d you stand up for me back there? you hate my music.”

“i never said i hated it.”

you scrunch up your nose

“so you’re a heavy metal fan now?”

“no, but you are and if you like it then it’s good right?”

you don’t understand, confused you say again - “but you hate it-”

he puts down the record in his hand and turns toward you

he tilts his head and goes,

“but i don't hate you, in fact i like you quite a lot so im willing to put up- i mean listen to the music you like because i know it makes you happy.”

the words swirl around in your head and you feel something warm flood into your veins

“you ,,,, like me a lot?”

“yes, i thought it was obvious how shy i was around you.”

you try not to laugh in disbelief, because you’re pretty sure he’s never even changed his facial expression since you started here

but whatever - you kinda like that (a lot) about him too

yuta

your local back alley tattooer and piercer

not actual back alley, more like in his apartment, but still - does he have a license for this? who knows

he loves doing colorful, crazy pieces - usually with a magical element or a pinup style

and if you give him a big project, he goes absolutely nuts on it

he himself has tattoos up the back of his neck and all the way down to his ankles

he has almost thirteen piercings' in one ear, with his infamous tongue piercing, bellybutton, and two studs above his hipbones

pain doesn’t exist for him - and neither do boundaries when it comes to art or fashion

he’s almost always photographed or stopped when he goes outside

long hair up in a bun, he pulls out one of the sticks holding it and is like “it’s also a pocket knife if i click here-”

thick collar, long skirts or ripped up sweaters

he’s a very fun person to both work with or just be around LOL

you don’t really think that though - actually you’re super nervous when you see him

your friend though, the one who insisted on coming to yuta for their nose piercing, is hyped

she’s buzzing around him - getting excited and also flirting

but for someone reason ,,, he keeps looking over her shoulder at you

“well, let me get the needle ready-”

he starts and you ask if it’s been sterilized

he laughs in response and your friend shushes you

but something feels all weird about this

you lean in to her as yuta gets his instruments ready

“do you really want this? why don’t you just get another ear-”

“don’t worry! it’ll be fine!”

you hear a voice chime in behind you both, “exactly - it’ll be peachy.”

you bite your lip as you watch yuta approach but just as you want to make sure again

your friend sees the needle and

passes out

you catch her - eyes wide and scared

“wh-oh my god! we need a doctor!”

Yuta sighs, rolling his eyes and putting the needle back down

he takes your friend from your arms and lays her down on the couch nearby

“no we don't. ill get some ice.”

“she’s passed out! what do you mean we don’t - we need to call-”

“it happens all the time.”

he disappears and then shuffles back in with an icyhot, he drops it in your hand and you stare at him

he pulls up a chair and sits down in it, “she’ll be back up in a couple minutes. we just have to wait.”

you’re skeptical - now more than ever - but you place the ice on her forehead and sit back up

“sooo, are you also looking to get a piercing?”

he suddenly inquires, leaning his elbows on his knees and giving you a look that makes you feel like you’re being seared under a lamp

“w-what, no. she just asked me to come along for support.”

“you’d look good with a nose piercing, or maybe a lip piercing, or the shy types always get something crazy like-”

his eyes drop down a little lower and you huff, fighting off a weird buzz in your chest

“no! i don't want any, and i don't want to be convinced either thank you.”

he shrugs and sits back

“you sure? not even i offer to do it for free?”

you roll your eyes, “does free mean free or is there a clause missing?”

“free means you pay nothing, but maybe you’ll consider getting coffee with me.”

this catches you off guard - you nearly lose grip on the icyhot on your friends forehead when you turn to him

“s-sorry, are you flirting with me while my friends passed out on your couch?!!??”

yuta grins

“yeah, i am. isn’t that normal?”

doyoung

politically outspoken activist, nazi stomper, no bullshit from anyone graduate student

doesn’t look punk on the outside but put on his headphones and it’s straight up songs about anarchy only

won’t tell anyone where the secret little tattoo he got is, but people place bets on where and what they think it is

jaehyun thinks it has to be like a quote from chomsky but taeil thinks it might be something sappy and sentimental like a flower for his mom

it’s actually just a cool looking sword on the side of his ribs that he got half because he wanted to prove he could take the pain LOL

he really doesn’t fuck around when it comes to his beliefs though - like he doesnt think it’s radical to want human rights for everyone and if anyone wants to get in his face about it

then he will get back in their face about it

and listen he’s gotten into some fights, and even though he’s mostly lank and brains - he’ll take a punch with pride and throw his own if anyone says some dumb shit in his vicinity

“you look more like a prep then a punk” someone once comments and doyoung doesn’t even bat an eyelash to retort “i don't need a mohwak to fight for respect. and ill have you know - i do own a leather jacket so shove it.”

you’re a student in one of doyoung’s classes who thinks he’s really cool, but also intimidating

his dark eyes and lack of humor kind of make him unapproachable, but also pretty attractive

you’re kind of sad that you can’t talk to him about upcoming ralies and class work because you don’t know what you two could have in common

when one day you and doyoung arrive to class early and suddenly the quiet classroom is full of loud, hard, punk rock

you turn around and doyoung’s big eyes are somehow even bigger

“m-my bluetooth disconnected. sorry.”

he scrambles to turn down the volume, but you jump up

“you like rage against the machine? i love them!”

doyoung perks up

“really, usually people tell me they’re outdated and don’t fit well,,,,you know - how i look.”

you shake your head, “who cares what you look like - their music started a movement!”

you move your seat up closer to doyoung and ask if you can see his playlist

he shows it to you proudly and before you know it you two are in a deep discussion about bands and music and shows

the professor and students trickle in and before you know it it’s time for class to start

before it does, you happily exclaim to doyoung

“i didn’t think we’d ever have something in common - im so happy i can talk to you now!”

“you couldn’t talk to me before?”

doyoung takes note of the blush that dusts your cheek and the way your fingers twitch in your lap

“ah - i just, you know it’s hard to talk to someone you like.”

doyoung is about to ask that you say that again, just so he can confirm it and get that giddy feeling again

but the professor starts the lecture

too bad the whole time doyoung can’t help but steal looks at you - counting down the minutes till the class is over and he can ask you to come with him for lunch

you guys can listen to music and,,,,,,,maybe talk about how to change the political world,,,,,together <3

jungwoo

definitely flunking a lot of his classes, but so pretty when you look passed the crazy orange hair that no one blames him for it

he’s always falling asleep behind textbooks

and doodling butterflies or whatnot in the corners of his notes

he loves baggy clothes, decorated with pins and paint, every now and then he’s even got little bandages on his cheeks and fingers

he looks like he came out of a cartoon - delicate features and colorful clothes

he opens his locker and love notes fall out no matter what day it is

and his headphones keep getting confiscated by teachers

he should technically be your biggest enemy

considering he breaks uniform violations, doesn’t do his homework, and frequently hangs out in the halls when he should be there

and you’re a prefect that’s got straight A’s

but you,,,,,,,just cannot be mad at jungwoo

anyone else, you’re the first to hand out detention slips or lug them into the deans office

but with jungwoo - there’s what you’d just call favoritism

people think it’s kind of hilarious though because you’re trying so hard to hide your crush on jungwoo but it’s so obvious

and jungwoo is so clueless about your crush and the fact that you give him so many slides that when people complain about how he didn’t get in trouble but they did for doing the SAME thing

he’s like huh what?

you keep getting told to stop being so lenient with him, he’s not going to learn if he’s not told he’s doing something wrong

but when you’re faced with him again

that big puppy smile and the cute little flower studs in his ears

you just cant

you just shoo him out of the sight of any other prefects or teachers so he wont be caught

one afternoon as you’re checking the halls during study period - you spot jungwoo hanging out on the ledge of the window to the top floor

beside him is a half eaten sandwich and a forgotten book

he looks so picturesque you feel guilty interrupting him

but you know you’re not the only one on duty so you touch his shoulder gently

“jungwoo, kun might find you if you’re just sitting here.”

“you found me.”

he says with a gentle smile

“yes, but you know i don’t want you to get in trouble - so do you think you can go up to the roof?”

he nods, gathering his things and as you turn to leave, he takes a hold of your wrist and tugs you behind him

“wh-”

but it’s too late, you’re already up the stairs and being pulled through the roof’s door

jungwoo twirls you around and you want to tell him you have to get back to your job

when he pulls you against his chest

“j-j-jungwoo?!?”

your face heats up as you squeak in shock

he stares down into your eyes - the usual gloss of dreaminess seems a little more serious

“do you like me?”

your heart feels like it has stopped in your chest - no matter who’d asked you about your crush before, it was never jungwoo himself so it was always easy to lie

“wh-why are you asking me?”

he blinks, long dark lashes in contrast to his bright hair

“i want to know if you like me.”

“but why- y-you’ve never asked me before.”

“because.”

he shrugs, saying it as if it’s the easiest thing to admit in the world

“because i like you so if you like me too - i can ask you on a date.”

mark

skater boy who wants to go pro

spends hours in the park and in lots trying new tricks and just skating because if there’s one thing he loves

it’s the rush, the feel of the board and the air that passes by him as he cruises down the block

he’s pretty oblivious to the fact that he’s the most liked skater, maybe even person, in his neighborhood

because he will jump off his board to help old ladies cross the street and willing to bust it and eat dirt if a kid accidentally stumbles in front of him

he’s always kinda banged up, with something broken or sprained or slightly bloodied from messed up tricks or accidents

but he works it, along with the chino pants and old band tshirts and beanies

he secretly got his nose pierced last summer, but he’s gotta keep hiding it from mom and dad lol

he takes part in a lot of local competitions because he really wants to get his foot in the pro game

and (not surprising to anyone but him) he has a lot of local fans

some are just fellow skaters who love his happy attitude, others are lovestruck teenagers who think the sweet skater is prime boyfriend material (they’re right)

you aren’t a huge skating fan, you actually don’t know much about it, but you sometimes get dragged along with friends to the events

they’re free and it’s fun to pass the time

you’re at one, sipping a slushie and listening to your friends argue about the upcoming show

when you notice a boy in a beanie off the right of the course

he’s practicing flips, his skateboard a strong neon green with what you assume are his initials - ML

“who is that?” you ask offhandedly and your friends all answer in unison - “oh! that’s the favorite - mark lee.”

you are about to look away, but then you end up catching mark’s gaze

when your eyes lock - he smiles and it shows off the sweetness that you can see people would go crazy over

you nearly miss your slushie straw as you try to smile awkwardly back

for the first time, you’re extremely excited to see one of the runs - mark takes his position at the top of the ramp and you edge forward in your seat

your friends comment about it - but you’re not the only one getting hyped - it seems like the whole place is waiting to see him succeed

you hold your breath a little as he lands the first trick, then the next, then the next

its going so well and you think you might even just get up and cheer when right on the last second - he hits a rail and the board flies off - it leaves mark tumbling down

he catches himself with his hands but you can see the pain and shock spread over his face

the crowd gasps - but no one moves

actually, you’re waiting for EMTs or someone to show up - but it’s just mark limping up and chasing after his runaway board

“where are the doctors - or someone to help?”

you turn and your friends just shrug, “it’s not a super big event so they usually don’t have anyone.”

you don’t know what comes over you, you’ve seen people slam before at these things but this just feels different

you get up from your seat and push down through to the back the course

you find mark sitting out near the curb of the parking lot, nursing what you can guess is a pair of pretty hurt palms

and you rush over

“are you ok?”

he looks up at you and you notice he’s abandoned his beanie - black hair a wild mess

“ah yeah, no worries. ill be good for my second-”

all you have are the napkins from your slushie, which you use quickly to dab at the small cuts on mark’s hands

he’s so caught off guard by your sudden makeshift first aid, that mark just stares wide eyed as you try to help

“let me go find some ice or something, it looks like it really hur-”

“its ok! i fall all the time!”

you frown, “but your hands-”

he goes pink at the ears, because your voice is full of real concern, and plus he didn’t just smile so big at you before for no reason

you are as adorable from a distance as you are up close, probably even more actually

“im ok, thanks for worrying but i do need to get back to the course.”

you drop your hands from his and sigh, “ok. but after do you promise you’ll at least get some bandages?”

“promise.”

you nod and get up, watching mark stand with you and wince as he flips his board up into his hands

you still feel worried, but mark suddenly goes

“actually, would you mind coming with me after - i mean you don’t have to if you’re with your frie-”

“they won’t mind. of course ill come, at least that way ii know you didn’t go back on your promise!”

mark thinks your little laugh is the cutest thing hes heard in a while, it rings through his ears for the rest of the competition

and when he humbly places third, he finds you in the crowd - and shakes his board up at you

the whole row you’re in turns your way

your friends all raise their eyebrows

but you’re just thinking about getting him those bandages (and maybe getting his number?)

haechan

skater boy who is a pro

youngest in the scene right now with more than three world championship titles under his board

sponsored by monster energy, vans, hell even companies like samsung are looking to put their money in him

his videos have millions of views on youtube and everyone whose trying to get into skating sees him as an icon to worship

the only person to land some of the hardest tricks known in the sport on his first runs

always bright, with one little braid hanging from his hair - the mullet look was so well accepted by fans that he decided to keep it

(even had longtime friend and fellow skater jeno come over and dye it blonde for him)

and in general, he can take a fall like anyone - but when he does land his tricks he’s always bursting with energy and dance moves out on the course

you know him, how could you not, working as one of the go-pro camera crew for skating events

but when you’re assigned to be his follow along for the upcoming qualifiers being held in your city you almost lose it

because not only are going to get to film THE haechan, but you’re going to be so close to him for the entirety of the competiton too

the fan in you comes to life, but you try to keep your cool when the day comes - introducing yourself with a handshake and a big smile

you’re nervous but what you don’t expect (and don’t actually even notice) is haechan is too

because - oh god, this is the first camera person he’s ever gotten that is on THIS level of cute

you’re so caught up in trying to get the perfect footage of him, that you don’t see how he keeps peeking at you out of the corner of his eye

when he trips over one of his boards and nearly crashes into another skater you assume it’s pre-competition jitters

but it’s actually just because you’re getting quite close to him - and haechan hasn’t ever had butterflies LIKE this

five minutes before the competition goes live, he requests that his manager switch you and one of the other skaters camera crew

it’s so soul crushing - you’re kind of left in a blank shock - until your new skater is shaking your shoulders

you think you must have done SOMETHING,,,,,no one has ever complained about you before??? you didn’t think you were even being the slightest bit annoying - even though you were trying REALLY hard not to ask for at least an autograph??

you spend the entire competition overthinking it until finally - after haechan wins and is done with all his interviews and handshakes

you manage to track him down and immediately bow at a 90 degree angle

“im so sorry if i did something wrong, i really didn’t think you’d ask to switch - please tell me what i did to upset you so i don’t do it again!”

your head is still down and haechan suddenly feels like the trophy in his hand weighs a ton

he clenches his teeth and mutters

“you didn’t do anything,,,,,,your crime is just being really-”

you slam up and your eyes are big and shaking, haechan feels like the worst person on earth as he swallows

“your cime is just being really,,,,really,,,,,really,,,,,,cute.”

“p-pardon?”

your voice cracks, because you’re pretty sure you misheard him

he scratches his head, almost bonking himself on the temple with the trophy

charismatic always silly and shining haechan suddenly looks coy

“c-cute, you’re just really cute and i couldn’t focus on my tricks so - please don’t take it to heart.”

your stomach does a flip, both out of relief and out of disbelief

“o-oh,,,,i-- well - im sorry for being-”

“don’t apologize for being cute!”

you jump and nod, haechan signs and mumbles again

“i made you feel bad didn’t i? well,,,let me make it up to you and take you to lunch,,,”

you nearly drop your go-pro because

holy shit haechan is asking me out on a date,,,,,,in a roundabout way but,,,,,it’s definitely an invite for a date

“sure-id love to!”

haechan tries to hide his grin

but when his manager catches him twirling the trophy around and whistling with a dreamy look in his eyes later that day

well

it’s just obvious

someones in love

#this was so fun to write i love punk concepts thidfjsl #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #nct 127 #nct #give me punk like actual punk outfits or ill riot sm

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slaveformingi · 4 years

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Shh.. I’m Your Dirty Lil Secret.(M)

READER (y/n) X SONG MINGI (Ateez) (with slight mentions of Seonghwa) Genre: Smut, FWB, Romance (?) Word Count: 2043 Words. Summary: You and Song Mingi have been best friends ever since you both learned to walk. Over the years, things changed after you started dating your boyfriend, Park Seonghwa. But what happens after a drunken mistake? (Fix On! I’m new here and I really want to improve my writing. So do tell me what you think about it :) Also, stan Ateez)

It was supposed to be a one-time thing.

A drunken mistake.

Purely accidental.

You were intoxicated, your brain was messed up, you weren't thinking straight. You never had the intention to kiss Mingi. But yet, there you were. Your lips on his, his hands were roaming all over your body. You pulled away, just realising what had happened. Mingi had a pleased smile on his face. “That was a nice surprise y/n”. His voice was husky, his eyes full of lust.

“Fuck.” you muttered as you took a step back. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I -- I have to-- have to find--”

“Seonghwa hyung.” he finished with a disappointed look on his face. “You know you can do better than him.”

“I--ummm..” you mumbled trying to look for the right words. Mingi was right, you knew you deserve better than Seonghwa. Seonghwa is your boyfriend. He was abusive, physically and mentally. But only Mingi knew that. In front of others, Seonghwa would act innocent and all gentleman like.

“I got to go. I need to tell him what happened.”

“You don’t have to tell him.” Mingi said with a smirk. You raised your eyebrow. “I mean, it was a quote on quote; accident. It’s just a small problem. Let’s just keep this between us. It can be our little secret.” he proposed.

You let out a sigh. He made sense, it was an accident - it’s not like you wanted to kiss him purposely. Plus, you and Mingi were childhood friends, you knew he could keep a secret.

“Right. Let’s keep it a secret then. It was just an accident” you said.

Just a little accident.

## Two weeks had passed after the incident. You tried avoiding Mingi when you can, you still can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable around him especially after that incident.

You just came back home from college. You plopped down on the sofa as you scrolled through your phone. As you were looking through instagram, you heard a knock on the door. You wondered who could that be, you knew it wasn’t Seonghwa since he just left to go on a “bro-cation” with the rest of his friends till the weekend. You got up from your seat and when to the door.

“Who is it?” you asked.

“It’s Mingi, open up.”

You sighed. You’ve been trying to avoid him yet here he is, right in front of your door. You opened the door and there he stood, he was wearing a black t-shirt and tight ripped jeans. He had two grocery bags in his hands. “Move, im coming in.” he said as he made he way through the kitchen. You locked the door behind you and went to the kitchen where you found him making popcorn. “Can you please tell me why you’re here.” you asked as you crossed your arms.

“Movie night. That ass that you call your boyfriend isn’t around so I thought this was a good opportunity to have a movie night with you.” he said as he searches the cabinets for a bowl. “You know, like the good old times.” Both of you used to have movie nights every week. But ever since you started dating Seonghwa, that stopped.

“Alright then.” you gave in “What do you wanna watch?” you said as you move into the living room to connect Netflix on to the tv.

“Anything.”

“Have you watch After?” you asked as you saw it come up on your recommendation. “It’s in my recommendations.”

“Put it on then.” Mingi said as he sat on the couch and shoved popcorn in his mouth. You started the movie and sat next to him. “Popcorn?” he offered and you gladly ate it. The movie was mediocre at first, the typical girl mets bad boy in college stuff. But the moment the sex scene came on, you felt a little uneasy. As you plopped the popcorn in your mouth, you felt as if you were swallowing a hard rock. Your mind kept on thinking about the incident you had with Mingi, you could feel twisting knots in your stomach. You started imagining his hands all over your body. You could feel yourself getting wet.Suddenly the tv turned off. You immediately look at Mingi who had the remote in his hands. “Why did you turn--” before you could finish your sentence. Mingi, pounced on you and kissed you roughly. He pulled away for a moment and looked at you.

“What the actual fuck, Song Mingi?!” you said in shocked.

“I know you crave for me, y/n.” he said with a smirk plastered on his face. “And truth is, I fucking crave for you too.”

“I--We--We can’t do this. Seonghwa oppa wouldn't like it.” you tried to protest.

“Come on.” he said with a pout. “It’s not like his here. Besides, you kissed me the other day and I could tell that you like it. So why not pick up where we left off?”

Before you could even protest, Mingi swiftly placed a hand behind her neck and pulled her closer. He pressed his lips on to yours. You wanted to pull away but despite his skinny size, he was too strong for you to push away.

You could feel him smirk against your lips. You refused to let him in yet, when you felt him bit you lower lip, you inadvertently parted your lips open. You had to admit, you did’t want him to stop but you couldn't help but feel that this was wrong. His kisses were greedy with tongue, teeth and lips that it made you gave in. His hands started to roam around and you could feel his fingers starting to play with your sensitive spot.

Your hands gripped his bicep and you moaned into his mouth. His right hand moved upward as he moved your hair away from your neck. He bit your lower lip before attacking your neck. You clamped your lips shut, trying not to let any sound escaped from your lips.

Mingi pulled away and stared at you with confusion.

“Are you always like this when you do it with Seonghwa Hyung?” he asked.

“Wh-what?”

“You control your moans.” he pointed out. “Do you always do that with him?” You blushed. “He hates the sound of moans. Anyways, it’s none of your business.”

Mingi smirked. He stood up from the couch and scooped you up in his arms as he walks to the bedroom you shared with Seonghwa. He lays you down carefully on the bed as he gets on top of you. “I want you so badly.” he said softly “But, I’ll only do it, if you let me.”

You hesitated for a moment, you couldn’t help feeling guilty but you wanted him too. “I want you too.” you said giving in. A slight smile formed on his lips but you stopped him before he could lean in for a kiss. “On one condition.”

“Which is?” Mingi asked raising an eyebrow.

“Please be gentle.” you said. Seonghwa was always rough with you. He would leave bruises and scars all over you most of the time. This time, you really just want to feel loved.

“Of course I will.” he said “Please don’t keep quiet, I want to hear your moans. Don’t ever control them.”

You nodded. Mingi gave you a smile before attacking your lips again. This time, it was just a short kiss. His hands closed on her nape in a light squeeze as his lips lowered to her ear and he panted, “One more thing, y/n.” he paused for a while before he whispered in that deep voice of his. “Let me do all the work.”

Your toes curled as you nodded. His lips wandered to yours as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. He pulled away for a few moments after that, straddling you, only to have his hands doing the next task.

Mingi took off your shirt and unhooked the front clasp of your bra. You hips arched as he slipped his fingers beneath the top of you underwear. Mingi’s hands were stoking all around but his hand never reached the place you wanted to be touch the most. You pushed his hands upwards hoping that he would get the hint but he only smirked. That was when you knew he was doing it on purpose.

“Fuck you, Mingi.”

He stared at you with an amused look on his face. “And you will.” he winked as he begin to stripped off your shorts and underwear.

Mingi slid lower and you let out a sigh as he dipped his tongue between the outer lips of your womanhood. He gripped your hips, holding you secure for his mouth. You writhed as you felt his tongue in melting lick probed until her fleshed was open and drenched. You grabbed his ruffled hair and pulled him closer.

You whimpered as he pulled away, he shot you a smirk. He undressed himself and took out a condom from his wallet. He slipped the condom around his length and pushed your legs wide open. He position his dick as he entered you really gently.

He watched as your eyes close and lips parted, you didn't suppress the moans coming out of your lips. Your moans were music to his ears, he got harder once he was in you.

“Are-- are you okay” he asked.

You didn't answer; his size and manners took you by surprise. You nodded as a response. Mingi smiled and planted a kiss on your forehead and slowly began to pull out and pushed back in deep inside your folds gently. He fell into the pace swiftly as his breathing was getting heavy and heavier.

“Oh my god, yes, there.” you whimpered as he hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck, your so fucking tight.” he groans. Mingi’s forehead was glistening with sweat. He started to pick up his pace. Thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck!” you screamed deliriously as the pleasure he was giving you grew. Your muscles convulsed and tightened around him, eliciting a groan from him.

You were a mess under him. You’ve never felt this kind of pleasure, not even from Seonghwa. The room was occupied with the sounds of his skin slapping agains yours, your moans and his grunts. Without pausing, he pulled your wrist up to your head, one after another, and deliberately pinned them to the mattress and covered your mouth with his. You let out a moan inches mouth as he kept on hitting your sweet spot over and over again, Mingi’s breath was getting heavier as he pulled away from the kiss.

He nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his hips never stop thrusting. The sounds of his grunts and moans turned you on even more.Your muscles contracted, you could feel the tension that began to build in your body.

“Oh god. Oh fuck.” your voice was trembling. You shut your eyes tightly, and you moaned his name, your mind went dark and quiet. The moment you came, the pleasure rushes started.

Mingi moaned as he felt your inner muscles clenching around his dick, drawing out his own release with a cry as he collapsed on to you. You both tried to regain your breath after that session.

When you both regained your senses and breathing back, Mingi smiled at you and gave you a little peck on your cheek before he stood up and walked to the bathroom. You could hear him flush the toilet and he came back with a satisfied smile. He crawled back on to the bed and cuddled you in his arms.

“I’m way better than him aren't I?” he said with a smirk.

“I can’t deny it.” you said blushing. You never thought you would have sex with your best friend.

“Why don’t you leave him for me.” he said suggestively. “We could devise a plan.”

You smiled a him. “Till then, let’s just keep this as a secret.” you said as you caressed his cheek. “Another secret wouldn’t hurt would it?”

He laughed at your question.

“Shh.. I’m your dirty lil secret.”

He said as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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signs-of-the-moon · 3 years

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Moon Rise Chapter 40

Warning: this chapter features depictions of an illness that may be considered similar to Covid-19, and could potentially upset those effected by it. Reader discretion is advised

Relief remained just out of reach of Grassclan in the following half moon. So many in the clan were ill, and the path to self recovery seemed long off. Every kit in the nursery had caught greencough except for Lightkit. Two queens managed to keep well. However, Cricketsong and Ashwhisker were miserable. They were working themselves just as tirelessly as the remaining warriors. They had to, if not for the clan, then for their young kits.

There were only ten cats left able to hunt, not including the medicine cats. Cloverpetal and Bumblethroat had died a quarter moon ago from starvation. Rosebloom and Beetlepatch were barely clinging on to life. And worst of all, there wasn't enough herbs to heal everyone. The Gathering this moon proved to be unhelpful. Every clan was suffering the same as Grassclan; even Treeclan who they'd aided earlier in the season. There was nothing left in the Land's Star for anyone to spare. Or at least, that's what the clans had claimed. A distinct memory had seared itself into Swiftcloud's mind. The looks on the medicine cat's faces at the Gathering were guilty. It was anyone's guess as to why. Some of Grassclan had speculated it was because the medicine cats were not permitted to share their herbs. While more sympathetic cats believed it was because they felt helpless.

At home, Snowfrost was being stingy with the last bit of the clan's catmint. Mistyleaf suggested giving the herb to the kits. And Goldensong insisted the catmint go to Rosebloom. But none of those options seemed to be good enough candidates. Snowfrost kept making excuses, reasoning that the catmint would be better used on those who weren't so weak, and cats that didn't wish to die in order to be reunited with their dead lovers. Although angry, cats didn't seem willing to argue about this. Snowfrost was the clan's most senior medicine cat. She'd handled bad Leafbares before, she knew what she was doing. But Swiftcloud felt a pang of doubt inside of her. She wondered if Snowfrost was holding onto the herb in case anyone she cared about might become ill.

One day, when the sun briefly decided to shine, Swiftcloud sat out in Grassclan's clearing. In the morning she had gone on a hunting patrol, with a bit more success than normal. In a little while, she would go out to hunt again. But for now, the white and black patched molly would enjoy some free time, sunbathing by Tall Stone. A few other cats settled around nearby, but a silence remain between them. From the peace and quiet surrounding her, Swiftcloud began to hear harsh sobbing coming from the nursery. In response she jumped to her paws, jerking herself into that direction to find out what the wailing was about. She crouched, peering beneath the honeysuckle bush's branches to get a glimpse of the cats inside. Cricketsong was sitting in her nest, head bowed and shoulders quaking. Snowfrost was in front of her, her silver tail swaying against the wool lined floor. It seemed the medicine cat had some grim news to share.

"I'm sorry," she sighed, "there was nothing I could do to save them. The last of your kits has passed on."

Hearing the words only seemed to make Cricketsong cry more. Snowfrost remained in place as the grieving queen collapsed under the weight of her sorrow. Her cries seemed to echo through the whole of Grassclan's camp. Swiftcloud could feel the eyes of her clanmates on the back of her head. They must all be wondering about the news.

"You took my kits away from me, you fox-heart...!" Swiftcloud caught Cricketsong saying, pausing to catch her breath. "Why would you let this happen..? You have the herbs. Why couldn't you use them? Because your kits were taken away from you? Did you want others to understand how you feel? Does it bring you pleasure, to be so cruel?"

Swiftcloud's ears pricked immediately. Her kits..? Snowfrost was a mother?

Snowfrost's ears flattered against her head, a paw raised up to her chest in shock. Though her eyes narrowed, the medicine forced herself to be calm. "I have done nothing wrong," Snowfrost's voice was sure. "I did all I could with the resources that I have left." The medicine cat went out of her way to avoid making mention of her own kittens. Nor did she properly respond to Cricketsong's accusations. Or perhaps it only felt that way to Swiftcloud. She wanted to learn more about this new information. How had she not known before that Snowfrost had a litter? Maybe it was a secret kept among the queens? Swiftcloud knew they had their own Code to follow. Maybe hiding secrets like this was part of it. Still, curiousity burrowed itself into her brain like a tick to an elder's pelt. She needed to know more. But before she could even think about listening in to discover further information, Swiftcloud was spotted. Snowfrost locked eyes with the younger molly, a darkness within her icy gaze. Swiftcloud gulped, backing away from the den almost immediately. Her pelt burned hot with embarrassment. How could she let herself be so obvious?

With a rough shake, Swiftcloud was able to help the feeling mostly fade. But to cure her fluster completely, and to gather together her thoughts, Swiftcloud decided to take out an early hunting party. She called for the apprentices, Pollenpaw and Tulippaw. Then she padded over to speak with Frostfeather, who stood in front of the medicine den.

"Hey Frostfeather, wanna come with us on a hunting patrol?" She asked.

"Sure! Oh, but Im waiting for Rabbitstorm to finish getting his exam. He was feeling a little under the weather today, and mama forced him to get a check up. She actually dragged him over here herself, can you believe that? Sick with greencough and still stong enough to carry a fully grown tom by the scruff across camp!"

Frostfeather seemed to be in high spirits today, although that was how she normally behaved. However it was unusual to see her so cheerful during such a grim time. Most of her family had caught greencough; Pansypaw and Quailbelly too. And now, there was the possibility that Rabbitstorm was also sick. How wasn't Frostfeather freaking out or depressed? Maybe being happy was how she coped. Or perhaps it was all a facade, put on to keep cats from worrying. Swiftcloud wished she could figure out what the case might be. But she didn't want to press the matter. Every cat handled hard times differently. Swiftcloud didn't want to judge.

Out from under the medicine den tree, Rabbitstorm emerged. His eyes were a bit sunken, fur dull, but his head was held high. It was hard to tell if the lynx point tom was ill, or just tired.

"Hey!" Frostfeather greeted her brother with a gentle head bump. "How'd it go? What did Goldensong say?"

"Goldensong's not here," Rabbitstorm grunted. "She's in the elder's den with the rest of the sick cats... So apparently, Snowfrost's taken over as head medicine cat."

Swiftcloud and Frostfeather gasped in unison. Did that mean Goldensong had caught greecough too?

"Snowfrost said I'm fine though. I just have to take it easy," Rabbitstorm finished speaking.

"Are you well enough to come hunting?" Frostfeather queried, worry hidden behind her sing-song voice.

"Should be. I'll make sure I don't do a lot of running, so I don't become fatigued," Rabbitstorm reasoned with a nonchalant shrug. Swiftcloud and Frostfeather exchanged a glance but didn't try to pursue further conversation on the matter.

With a flick of her ear, Swiftcloud led her patrol to the bramble tunnel, down the hill and out into the frozen meadow. Their destination was yet to be determined, but wherever they would go, Swiftcloud hoped the area would be rich with prey.

In Rabbit Gorge, it seemed that her prayers had been answered. Today, the sun had drawn a few of the rabbits out from their warren. A couple of their kits frolicked in the snow, their paws crunching on the icy surface. An older pair laid out soaking in the sunshine, a content look on their yummy faces.

Swiftcloud could feel her belly rumble. The sight of the rabbits made her realize she'd forgotten to eat again. But her hunger gave her drive. If her patrol could catch all of this prey, every cat in the clan could have a chance to eat today.

"Tulippaw, Pollenpaw, come with me. The three of us are going to flush the rabbits out. Frostfeather, Rabbitstorm, be ready. Don't let any of the prey escape."

The cats of her patrol nodded agreeingly. Frostfeather bounced lightly in place, flicking her tail against Rabbitstorm's ear. Rabbitstorm was slow to respond, glancing at his sister to give a playful but tired glare. The littermates stalked off to hide behind a mound of snow, ready to ambush any rabbits who'd skitter into their path.

Swiftcloud made a motion with her head, prompting the apprentices to follow her lead. The three of them drew close to the rabbit's warren. Swiftcloud turned briefly to speak with the apprentices in the Silent Language. She instructed each molly to hunt in different a direction, herding the rabbits towards the same path. Swiftcloud then planned to give chase, scaring their prey towards Rabbitstorm and Frostfeather, where they'd be caught and killed.

Tulippaw and Pollenpaw grinned with excitement, scurrying off to complete their tasks while Swiftcloud lay in wait. The soft thud of paws scrambling through the snow alerted her to the prey's approach soon after. Quickly, the rabbits came into view. Swiftcloud struck out like a bolt of lightning, scaring the prey more. One sperated from the group, leaving it vulnerable and easy to catch. Swiftcloud pounced on the unfortunate creature, snapping it's neck, painlessly ending it's life. The pitiful squeals of the other three rabbits rung out, before being swallowed up by the meadow's silence. Swiftcloud grabbed her catch by the scruff, carrying it over to the rest of the patrol.

Rabbitstorm and Tulippaw worked together to catch and kill one particularly large rabbit. Pollenpaw and Frostfeather, meanwhile, had finished off the other two on their own. Swiftcloud smiled behind her prey. Their hunt had been a complete success. Tonight, the clan would feast, better than they had in moons.

The journey home took longer than it should have. While the mollies trotted on ahead, Rabbitstorm kept falling behind. Swiftcloud guessed it was because he was tired. Tulippaw eventually fell back to help the young warrior. She allowed him to lean against her, while she helped grab hold of his prey. Rabbitstorm glanced at her gratefully, able to keep pace a little better with the assist.

It was a relief when the patrol was finally able to return home. Swiftcloud's paws felt numb from the cold, and she could use a warm meal to restore her strength from the hunt. With her companions, she delivered her catch to the fresh-kill pile. Accomplished, Swiftcloud could begin to relax. That was, until a cat came to interrupt.

"What in Starclan's name do you think you are doing?!" Snowfrost snapped. Swiftcloud twisted around to look at the angry medicine cat, disturbed by her yowling. "Why isn't Rabbitstorm in the elder's den like I instructed?"

"Was he supposed to be?" Swiftcloud questioned, a brow raising.

"Wait wait wait-" Tulippaw interjected. She turned to Rabbitstorm. "Does that mean you're sick??" She gasped, backing away three fox-lengths. Her ears lowered, green eyes round with fear.

Rabbitstorm sniffled. "It's just a chill. I'm not as sick as the rest of the clan. I was still able to hunt."

"But you are still sick. You shouldn't have been out of your den. Muchless out in the meadow catching prey." Snowfrost padded up to the fluffy lynx point tom, flanking him. She grabbed him by the scruff, tugging on it to try and lead him away.

Rabbitstorm pulled himself from the medicine cat's grip, fixing her with an icy glare. "I'm fine Snowfrost," he insisted. "There isn't anything wrong with m-" before he could say more, the fluffy tom broke out into a coughing fit. His eyelids drooped, head lowering with fatigue. Clearly, he was far from alright. In fact, Swiftcloud feared their hunting expedition might have made Rabbitstorm worse.

Snowfrost lifted her muzzle, "Uhuh," she responded snobbishly. "As I'd diagnosed earlier, you have whitecough. Come along now, you braisen kit. Let's get you inside where it's warm." Once again the medicine pressed her flank against Rabbitstorm. This time he did not recoil against her touch. He allowed himself to be guided away, silently admitting his defeat.

"Frostfeather, Swiftcloud. See to it that the prey Rabbitstorm brought back is disposed of. We don't want anyone eating that rabbit. Starclan forbid another cat fall ill from it," Snowfrost commanded before they'd walked too far away.

"Yes, Snowfrost," both mollies meowed in unison. They watched as Rabbitstorm and Snowfrost disappeared from sight, turning their attention to the fresh-kill pile afterwards. The rabbits they had brought home looked too similar to distinguish. Finding the one Rabbitstorm had carried would be tricky. Swiftcloud leaned down to give each one a sniff, hoping scent would reveal the hunter of each piece of prey. But between the fresh smell of warm meat and the snow, it was hard to detect any cat-scent. Frostfeather lended her nose to the effort, standing straight once she'd given up.

"I think it might have been this one." The silver and white tabby pointed at one of the rabbits with her tail. It was obvious that she was guessing. But a guess was better than nothing at all.

"I don't know, Frostfeather. Maybe we should discard them all. Just to be safe."

"No way. The clan needs this food. Throwing away four decently sized rabbits in Leafbare would a crime! And a huge waste." Frostfeather twitched her whiskers, a look of confidence crossing her features. "Besides, I'm positive that I've chosen the contaminated rabbit. I'm a very good guesser. Plus I'm pretty sure the spot that it's in is the place Rabbitstorm placed his kill."

Swiftcloud's fur prickled with discomfort. "I don't know..." she wanted to protest against her friend's logic. But as she thought of what to say, the words seemed to escape her.

"It'll be fiiine, I promise. Look, I'll prove it." Frostfeather snatched up the supposed bad rabbt, pushing it away from the fresh-kill pile. She then grabbed another, pulling it towards herself. She dipped her head and pulled away at the creature's fur. And before Swiftcloud could say a word, Frostfeather had already taken a bite. The silver and white tabby chewed slowly. She swallowed her food leisurely, licking her lips with a satisfied smack.

"Mm. See? There isn't anything wrong with this food!" Frostfeather purred out. Swiftcloud was still skeptical. She observed her friend for a while, waiting to see if she'd start to feel unwell. But by the time Frostfeather had finished half the rabbit, nothing had happened.

Swiftcloud was satisfied with that result, moving over to share some of the prey.

"Yeah Swiftcloud!" Frostfeather cheered as the patched molly took a bite. The meat tasted fine, and smelled as delectable as ever. Perhaps their guess was correct after all. But only time would tell. After the mollies had finished their meal, the pair moved on to warm up in the warrior's den.

A while passed. The den grew dark as the sun finally set for the evening. The remainder of the clan's healthy warriors returned to the calm of the shelter. Shadowfang was the last cat to appear. He climbed into his shared nest with Swiftcloud, licking her muzzle in greetings. He appeared to be recently fed, by the smell of rabbit on his breath.

"Did you have a good day today?" Swiftcloud asked.

Shadowfang nodded. "Ashwhisker's doing well. I went to check on the kits for him today. The three of us shared some prey, and I gave them a good wash while they fell asleep. They're such good kittens. I only pray that they survive all of this. They'll be excellent warriors some day."

"I'm sure they'll recover," Swiftcloud assured. A flashback of earlier in the day crossed her mind; the news of Cricketsong's litter dying. Swiftcloud spressed a shutter, and pushed the memory away, silently hoping the same fate would not meet these kits. Her worry did not dissipate however, and she decided it was best not to discuss any more of their clanmates right now. "How about we get some shut eye, hm? You must be pretty tired. I know I am."

Shadowfang nodded in agreement, letting out a loud yawn. The mates pulled themselves closer, curling their bodies around each other's to warm up. The comfort of one another's presence was enough to lull both warriors into a comfortable, peaceful slumber.

The next morning, Swiftcloud was woken by the sound of groaning. Shadowfang still laid beside her, separated from her grasp. His body was curled, his paws pressing into his head. He trembled slightly in their shared nest, and his breathing sounded irregular. A worrying sight.

"Shadowfang?" Swiftcloud sat up. "What's wrong?"

"I..I think I need to see a medicine cat," he confessed. The tom blinked up at his mate with dull eyes, pain clear within them.

"Oh Starclan, alright. Come on, I'll take you to the den."

"No," Shadowfang countered, forcing himself onto shaky legs. "I don't want to risk you getting sick. I can walk myself."

"We've been laying together since sunset. I've already been contaminated. There's no point in trying to stay separate now," Swiftcloud pointed out, standing up to support him. Shadowfang let out a defeated sigh, padding along with his mate to the medicine den.

Upon entry, Snowfrost and Mistyleaf could already tell there was something wrong. Snowfrost stood, swaying her tail.

"Stars. Not another one." Swiftly she brought herself to Shadowfang. She gave him a good sniff, pushing a paw against his flank. "Lay on the ground for me," she instructed. Swiftcloud took a pace back and sat down to observe as Shadowfang followed orders. Snowfrost sat down by Shadowfang's belly, placing a paw on his chest.

"Take a few long, deep breaths."

Shadowfang did as he was told. With every inhale the medicine cat put her ear closer to the tom's flank. After every exhaled she moved her paw slightly. After one final large breath, Shadowfang began to wheeze.

"Mhm, I knew it. Greencough. We'll need to move him into the elder's den right away."

Snowfrost spoke to Mistyleaf, standing back up. Shadowfang lowered his ears, and Swiftcloud resisted the urge to wail. Oh my poor Shadowfang...

Mistyleaf left no time for the mates to mour or worry. She herded Shadowfang away to the back of the den, where another sick cat was staying. Frostfeather was in a nest, laying on her back. Crust formed around her nose and her usually perky personality was dull, almost silenced. The newly sick warriors greeted each other, awaiting instructions from the medicine cats. But before she could direct them to the elder's den, it seemed like Snowfrost had some investigating to do. She turned, approaching Swiftcloud.

"Did you or did you not throw away that contaminated prey yesterday?" The medicine cat questioned accusingly.

"We did!" Frostfeather insisted hoarsely from the back of the den."Or at least..I think we did? We uh..we weren't sure exactly which one was Rabbitstorm's..."

Snowfrost glared at the tabby molly crossly. "And you didn't think to get rid of all the rabbits?"

"We couldn't," Swiftcloud defended. "The clan needed prey."

"It's-it's better for a cat to eat and catch a curable disease than to leave them hungry and gaurentee death by starvation, right?" Frostfeather chimed with a sniffle. Mistyleaf shook her head slowly, resting her tail on Frostfeather's shoulders.

Snowfrost stared at her niece, emotions unreadable. "That logic makes about as much sense as a flying hedgehog." She sighed. "Well, no use crying over past decisions. What's done is done. We need to focus on the present. Shadowfang, Frostfeather, it's time we move you to your new den." Snowfrost moved to herd the sick cats together, helping each to their paws and making them use each other for support.

"Swiftcloud... would you mind staying here for an extra heartbeat?" Mistyleaf requested softly as she approached the other molly.

"Uh..sure," Swiftcloud responded nervously. She moved to touch her nose to Shadowfang's forehead. It already felt warm, which only served to worry Swiftcloud more. "I'll come visit you soon," she promised.

"You better." Shadowfang smiled weakly, flicking his mate's ear with his tail-tip. Snowfrost passed each sick cat a bundle of wool then escorted them out of her den. Swiftcloud watched on longingly. She didn't want to leave Shadowfang. But she knew if she spent to much time around him, she would get sick too. And she knew her mate wouldn't want that. And what would Mistyleaf think? Though she wanted to be with the cats she loved, Swiftcloud knew she had to take care of herself first.

The medicine den felt quite spacious today, with only Swiftcloud and Mistyleaf left within its confines. Swiftcloud resisted the urge to look away bashfully as she caught the medicine cat's eyes on her.

"Tell me, Swiftcloud, I'm curious. When you lived with the Twolegs, did they ever take you to see the Cutter?"

"The Cutter?" Swiftcloud parroted, unfamiliar with this clan term.

"I think Snowfrost said kittypets call it the vet," Mistyleaf elaborated, twitching her whiskers.

"Oh! Well, um, yes, actually."

Mistyleaf hummed thoughtfully. "And what did they do to you when you were there?

Swiftcloud shuffled her paws. "When I was there, the vet gave me an exam. Then they jabbed me a few times with a long silver thorn before putting me back into my cage."

Mistyleaf perked up. "Ooh. Very interesting... I think I've figured out why you haven't been affected by greencough, like the rest of the clan. Its seems that you might have an immunity to it. At least for this season."

"How are you sure?" Swiftcloud questioned. The news was to good to be true.

"This may sound strange. But I believe the vet injected you with something; some kind of liquid Twoleg herbs. The thorn might have been more like a mosquito's mouth, able to take and transfer things in and out of a cat's body. In this case, it would be a preventative herb for disease."

"So I... can't get sick?" Swiftcloud asked.

Mistyleaf nodded, eyes twinkling. "That makes you a great asset during this time," she responded, taking a step closer to the other molly. "Swiftcloud, I would like to ask you for a favor. Would you be willing to act as a temporary medicine cat's assistant? Mind you, I don't make offers like this lightly. But Snowfrost and I could use the extra help."

Swiftcloud's mouth gaped slightly. She didn't know exactly what to say. But as she thought about what this job may mean, it began to grow more appealing. Becoming a medicine cat's assistant would allow her to visit sick clanmates. And it would also mean she could be more useful to the clan. After careful consideration, she was ready to give her answer.

"Of course I'll help you, Mistyleaf. It'll be an honor to assist you and Snowfrost however I can."

Mistyleaf smiled brightly. "Excellent. In that case, we'll start training you right away! The sooner you know what you're doing, the better."

#warrior cats #warrior cats ocs #wc ocs #wcs #Signs of the Moon: Moon Rise #Moon Rise #Chapter 40 #happy holidays guys #I might not be finished the book yet but I'll still provide new chapters

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chonisbestmistake · 5 years

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Could you do jennie blackpink (dom) smut with girlfriend? Where jennie is angry over her S/O spending too much time out like hanging out with friends, going to clubs instead with her or something. Thank youuu

I liked the request and decided to play around with it a little bit. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: 18+; careful, you might slip into the subspace:)

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As soon as Jennie came back from their world tour, she demanded your attention.

But you were oh so busy to give her what she wanted.

Months spent without her by your side made you kind of a party girl, who tried to live her live without thinking about the distance between you two every two seconds.

There was no one to come home to, so it was pretty easy for you to fell for that wild life filled with cocktails, blasting music and dim lights.

Your friends saw you sulking already on the second day of Jennie`s tour and made it their goal to unwind you.

Of course, you didn`t say no.

After all, constant time difference between your city and your girlfriend`s location gave you an opportunity to party all night and face time her early in the morning.

It was hard at first - sleeping for about 4 hours and then studying till the evening - Jennie was worried, but you managed to get yourself through the day.

The thought of dancing later until the sun rises and then coming home to the lit up phone screen in the dark with Jennie`s naked body on full display made you excited to say the least.

So it was working perfectly for you - this kind of life style.

Days went by, then weeks. After 6 months after Jennie`s leaving you were so used to the low beats running through your body when you entered the familiar building, to the smell of the cigarettes in the cold club`s bathroom, to the scent of perfumes mixing together on the dance floor.

Of course, you never accepted anyone`s invitations, you stayed loyal. You had Jennie, the perfect girlfriend, who`s image and raspy voice made you cum almost every night.

And you were okay with it, it was enough. You got used to it after all - respecting her schedule and being an understanding partner, learning to satisfy your needs by yourself. Even with her little help.

So you were really shocked when after a week since she got back from her tour all hell broke loose and she threw a tantrum when you returned home at 4 in the morning (the usual time)

“Where the fuck have you been again?” She asked, raising her voice and folding her arms angrily.

“Um, the usual? The girls and I tried out this new club down the street. You should definitely come one day.”

“Are you serious right now? You`ve been partying all week and coming home in the morning, I dont even see you anymore!”

“Well, yeah, say thanks to your schedule, and i have classes all day, you know it. We spend the mornings together, like…we always do?” You were calm and tired, casually stripping off your clothes and preparing to go to bed.

“What do you even mean? Sex in the morning was never enough and you know it!”

"Well, we`ve managed to live like this for half a year now. The only time you were available was early in the mornings, so…”

“So? I was on tour, now i`m here. But you still prefer clubbing all night instead of spending your evenings with me.”

“Well, I got used to you being away, found a way to live without you by my side. That`s my life style now, get used to it.” You threw your shirt off and made your way to the bed.

Jennie was fuming behind your back, but you didn`t give her a single glance.

“What did you just say to me?”

Well, that was unexpected.

Her voice was low, poisoning, making goosebumps run down your spine.

You started to forget that part of her personality even existed after 6 months apart.

But now, that dominant, raspy voice made your hairs stand on end and your thoughts flew out of the window.

“I asked you a question, Y/N.”

What were you arguing about again? You tried to remember anything, to grab a hold of the remnants of your consciousness, but you already felt yourself slip into the subspace, your body reacting to that promising pleasure voice.

“Uh..”

Think, for fuck`s sake!

A minute of silence made you gulp nervously.

“Turn around.” She ordered and you did what was told without a second thought.

She stood right in front of you, eyes glistening in the dark and pulling you deeper into the right state of mind.

“On the bed.” She husked, not moving and you whimpered, climbing up on the mattress clumsily, your breathing starting to become uneasy.

“On your knees.” You let out a whine and complied, mentally preparing yourself for anything she had in mind.

“You`ve been such a bad girl, Y/N. I`ve been away for some time and look at you - my obedient little girl turned into a brat.” She said as if she was sad about the situation. But guilty? Hell no.

You huffed, still trying to argue silently. You were just trying to live through the day without being sad, no biggie, right?

“There was no one who could set the rules and punish you for a bad behavior, I see my mistake now. But you won`t suffer again like that, i promise.”

She padded your head lightly, standing above you, near the end of the bed. Her fingers ran through your hair, tangling and pulling slightly.

“I`m sorry.” You let out a sob. Now you knew you fucked up and you were going to get your ass beaten for that.

“It`s okay. You`re smart, you won`t do it again, i`m sure.”

She held your chin, leaving a light kiss on your lips, and you almost sighed before she took her hand away, her features turning darker and colder by the second.

Oh no.

“Turn around and count.”

Oh shit.

The first spank was the most unexpected and painful one and you couldn`t help but fall on your elbows, nose burying into the sheets.

“One.”

It was like riding a bicycle - remembering your old habits and lessons. Your learning to count without stammering was a hard process but you managed to catch on and ignore the burning sensation down your back pretty quickly. After all, you knew what you would get if you messed up the numbers.

This obedience was much appreciated by Jennie.

Your punishment went by so quickly, you didn`t even start to tear up yet, counting the last “20″ and moaning lowly while stretching your back.

Turned out you missed that part of your activities more than you thought you would.

“Oh, look at you, all dripping for me. And i didn`t even start with you yet.”

You looked at her over your shoulder and she gave you a sly grin.

Cat-like-eyes dropped to your core and your head fell back down onto the sheets when her fingers started to draw slow circles between your legs.

“Jennie-agh.”

You couldn`t help but mewl, enjoying the heat pulling down your waist and numbing your senses.

"Yes, honey. Im right here.”

She knew her playing with your clit was driving you insane.

Jennie just wouldn’t be Jennie if she didn’t taste your limits once in a while.

You were already desperate at this point - the punishment always led you to the edge.

This fucking limbo where the half of you was satisfyed with the burning and the other one screamed in pain made you whine and huff continuesly, untill Jennie started to put some much needed pressure on.

When your cries turned into moans, she climbed on the bed behind you and set the pace, stratching you slowly.

“More!” You couldn’t help but let out.

“What was that?” She stopped completely midaction and you whimpered at the loss of the movement.

“Please? More,please..please.” Your brain functioned in a slow motion and you struggled to let your words out.

“Thats better.” She picked up the pace and you sighed at the pleasure, feeling the tension build up inside you.

“Please, ah. Please!”

She spanked you again in return and you finally came, collapsing under her waight.

“So…will i have to argue with you about it again?” She rasped, laying beside you and peppering your back with kisses.

“What’s an arguement?” You managed to let out and sighed into her neck while she chuckled lowly, pulling you closer.

#blackpink scenarios #blackpink headcanons #jennie x reader

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seouledbysisi · 4 years

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A Brighter Dawn

Chapter Five

Elyse

Elyse was able to scarf down a bit of her soup which was actually really good. Her stomach didn’t feel like it was turning flips anymore but she felt like that was because of the tea. Wonwoo’s special tea. She smiled at the thought of him being so kind. The fact that she had been on his mind made her feel different. Special.

“Umm Elyse?” Coups called as he noticed her expression. “Was the soup that good? Or are you in a great mood because I’m here.” He smirked.

She snapped out of her trance. “Huh?” She stared at him in confusion.

He chuckled. “I flirt with you 24/7 and either you don’t notice or you’re not strickened by my rough around the edges handsome features.”

She cocked her head to the left and stared at him for a moment. Suddenly she burst into laughter. “I notice. I notice that you flirt with everyone.”

“Not everyone. I’m just nice to everyone. I don’t show any other girls as much attention as I show you.” He winked.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” She raised an eyebrow.

Scoups pulled her chair closer to his. They were facing one another.

She was a bit uncomfortable. She wasn’t sure what he had up his sleeve.

“Do I make you nervous?” He asked with that same smirk on his lips.

She cleared her throat. “Not really.” She played it cool.

He moved closer to her face. Their lips just inches apart. “What if I leaned in just a bit more. Would you be nervous then?”

She swallowed, leaving her gaze on him. “You wouldn’t dare.” She couldn’t let his bad boy act affect her.

He chuckled a bit and suddenly move forward more.

She turned her head a bit and his lips landed on the side of her face. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.

He slid his chair back a bit. He could tell that he was crowding her. “No I’m sorry. I don’t know why I thought that would be okay.”

She stood up and started grabbing her things. “No it’s fine. I’m just not in the right headspace right now. I need air.” She hurried out leaving him behind in her office.

As she walked the streets, all she could do was thank the heavens for fresh air.

Her feet led her aimlessly. She just knew she had to get away. Something about that moment didn’t feel right. She felt guilty but couldn’t figure out why. Coups has always shown interest but he did that with everyone. The fact that he went further this time, made her feel claustrophobic. She felt like she had did something wrong.

She could hear guitars and voices speaking poetry. Her feet had led her to where she needed to be. Once a month there was an street art festival. Random indie artists would come out and set up to show their work. Writers, singers, painters, sculptors. Anything you could think of, it was here. This place always put her at ease.

She walked the streets and admired what she saw and heard. She was in her head, not paying attention to anything else but the art. She hit a hard surface.

Arms fell around her. “Oops.” A male’s voice carried through her ears.

Her breath hitched as she looked into the guy’s face. She immediately stood straight and gathered herself together. “I’m so sorry.”

He gave her a slight smile. “No worries. Are you okay? Do you feel better? Did the tea help?”

She smiled shyly. “Yes to all of your questions.”

Wonwoo nodded. “Funny seeing you here.”

“Yeah. I needed to get away. I come here every month when they have it.” She said as she held her purse tight.

His face lit up. “So do I!”

She saw the excitement in his face. “Hm. Weird how we’ve never ran into one another or that you’ve never mentioned it.”

“I used to come with Minghao but now I come alone. I love to read so I like to patronize local authors.” He smiled.

“I love reading too. And music is my everything. It’s nice to sit and listen to someone strum a guitar and listen to the sweet melodies of someone’s voice. It’s soothing.” She looked around the streets as more people began to fill them.

His face began to warm. If he didn’t like her before he definitely had deeper feelings now. Just knowing that they shared something so special in common made his heart even more involved. “Well enjoy the rest of your time. I don’t want to intrude.”

She grabbed his arm. Like a wrecking ball crashing into her she realized why she had felt guilty earlier. Maybe just maybe she had Wonwoo on the brain. She had never really noticed him before but somehow he was more visible than ever. “You’re not intruding. Walk with me?”

His eyes widened. He was in shock. Did she really just ask him to walk....with....her? He coughed a bit. He was choked up. “Jinja?”

She giggled. “Yes really. Why are you so shocked?”

He looked away shyly. “I don’t know.”

She gently grabbed his hand and pulled him along the street with her.

Naomi

The next day she was ready. She was prepared to lay her vocals for Woozi. She wouldn’t make him wait any longer. She saw the disappointment in his face and she didn’t want to be the cause of it anymore. She had to admit that she had a nice lunch with the manager though.

As she got closer to the studio she heard a female’s voice singing. Her heart dropped when she noticed Ailee in the booth. The words she was singing sounded oddly familiar. When Coups bars came into play she knew then why it sounded so familiar. Tears began to well in her eyes.

Vernon looked around to notice her standing in the doorway. “Hey Naomi!” He exclaimed but his words trailed off when he noticed the look on her face and tears in her eyes.

She immediately snapped out of whatever had taken over her and wiped her face before Woozi could turn around.

“What’s wrong?” Vernon asked.

She shook her head quickly and simply walked out to catch her breath. She stood in the hallway breathing hard.

Woozi followed her out. His eyes widened when he noticed how she was breathing. “Oh no! Are you having another panic attack?”

She stared at him with rage. It wasn’t panic at all that she was feeling. It was anger. “You replaced me?” She bit out.

He sighed. “I honestly didn’t think you’d show. I had to be safe.”

“Didn’t think I’d show?!” She yelled a bit. She was trying to keep her composure but he was really making it hard.

“No I didn’t. You’ve blown me off quite a bit. I couldn’t afford not to finish the song because you keep making other plans!” He hated arguing with her but this was what it was.

She rubbed her fingers threw her hair. “You could’ve gave me another chance to prove to you? I’m actually here.”

“Yeah for the first time in a long time. Thanks for finally coming through but lately you’ve been preoccupied.”

“Preoccupied? Is this about Seungjoon & I having lunch?” She asked.

He chuckled. She was really oblivious. “No. It’s about you! And me! And how I’ve given you all the signs but you never take them.” He finally admitted.

“What signs, Woozi?” She yelled.

He shook his head. “You just don’t get it. And you never will.” Now he was becoming frustrated.

“Tell me something. Why’d you choose Ailee?” She asked. She stared in through the window at the woman. She was gorgeous and had never done anything wrong to her but the mere fact of her singing the song that should’ve been hers, it was pissing her off.

“Who else would I have used? Her voice worked well with Elyse’s.” He spoke truthfully.

Naomi raised an eyebrow. “Not as well as mines!”

“Well this is all of your fault! Not mines. I needed to lay the vocals and she was available.”

That took her aback. “My fault? You know what Jihoon, I feel like you’re just doing this as payback! You’re mad about me having lunch with Seungjoon, right? I’m allowed to have other male friends. I don’t understand why you’re so pressed!”

His heart broke. The pieces began to shatter. She had finally drawn the line. “I never have said that you can’t have other male friends. I’m just not used to it because the only other guys you’re ever around is us. When you dated that douche bag Jin, who was there for you to pick up the pieces? Me! Im always there, and now it’s like a crime for me to even care about you. You blew me off for Seungjoon which is totally fine but you can’t get mad because you won’t be on this song anymore.”

Silence spread throughout the hallway. Naomi had let anger tear them apart. Woozi had allowed jealousy take over. How were they both so oblivious.

Woozi stared down the hallway, trying to keep from looking at her.

Vernon stepped into the hallway. He could feel the tension. “I don’t like this. Y’all both need to figure out what you really want from one another. It’s clear that you both are dealing with feelings on your own. Maybe it’s time that you deal with them together.” He spoke.

Naomi stood with her arms crossed. Pride wouldn’t allow her to say a word.

Woozi stared at her for a moment. Waiting. He didn’t know what he was waiting on her to do but he was waiting.

“Woozi, just admit it!” Vernon pleaded.

Woozi wet his lips thinking for a moment. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m holding you captive.”

Vernon was confused. That’s not what he was expecting nor was he trying to get him to say. “What the hell? You like her so say that shit!”

“It wouldn’t change anything. Go be happy, Naomi. God, you deserve it.” He said and walked back into the studio.

Naomi crumpled over in tears, Vernon had to catch her before she fell to the ground.

Minghao

He was practicing the choreography for “My I” with Jun. They had a performance coming up and wanted to go over the performance since it had been awhile since they did this song.

After about an hour they both were tired. He took a seat on the floor and sipped from his water bottle. They began to converse in Chinese.

The door to the practice room closed a bit too hard. The slam startled Laiya as well. She was trying to surprise Minghao but she was literally standing there looking like a deer in headlights.

Jun began to chuckle. “Are you lost? This isn’t the PR department.”

Minghao gave her a twice over look. She looked nice in her business attire. He smiled to himself.

Laiya took a quick breath. Seeing the way Minghao watched made her lose her breath for a moment. “No, I actually was looking for y’all.” She smiled a little. She didn’t know why she just didn’t say Minghao but it seemed too weird to single him out in front of someone else.

Minghao stood to his feet. “You found us. What’s good?”

“I’m hungry. Are y’all hungry?” She spoke quickly. Her hands began to sweat a bit. Why was she nervous? She thought to herself.

Minghao looked over to Jun. “You hungry?”

He nodded.

“Okay. My treat.” She rushed out of the practice room. Her nerves were piling up.

Jun gave Minghao a weird look. “Is she being weird? Or am I imagining it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Minghao stated plainly.

They both grabbed up their things and followed her out.

Stay tuned.

#fanfic #stories #kpop #kpop idols #soft hours #seventeen #svt #svt woozi #wonwoo #minghao #vernon #jun svt #carats #diamond life #left and right

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chocojjk · 5 years

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Heaven Knows

summary: im not even gonna try, yall know im bad at summaries

words: 2.7k

a/n: this forreal took me 6 hours i think im burning out ,, also guess what?? its not edited

you were chilling in your best friends dorm room without him being there, which is honestly just a normal thing

jisung was out with his friends which means he wouldn't be back for a while

apparently they needed to talk to him about something important

“an intervention, they said,” jisung says chuckling

“What would you need an intervention for??”

“I honestly have no clue”

which left you here, all alone, completely bored out of your mind

laying there in his bed scanning his room for something to do when something shiny on top of his desk caught your eye

with the amount of times you've been here before, you have never seen this object

and so your curiosity got the best of you

you walked over and saw that it was a CD, written on it were the words “for you” and a badly drawn heart, the messy handwriting clearly belonging to your best friend

you chuckle at this

you never knew jisung could be this cheesy

turning on his computer, his screensaver, which was a picture of the two of you, lit up the room

you see, you and jisung have been childhood best friends

your parents were best friends which just means that you guys saw each other all the time

but dont get me wrong, they never forced your guys’ friendhsip

the two of you just got along

growing up, you would always be by his side and him yours

you didnt trust anyone as much as you trusted jisung

inputting in the CD, his honey-like voice started filling the air

“hey, its jisung, haha, of course you know that since ive already given this to you”

you let out small chuckle, clearly enjoying how worked up your best friend sounded

you cant help but feel guilty for invading his personal space

but c’mon, it was you and jisung

personal space is a myth when it comes to the both of you

and so you continued to listen

“umm, ive been meaning to tell you this for a while but could never find the words to do so , so uh,, i-i made you a CD with all the songs that makes me think of you”

‘how cute’ you thought to yourself, ignoring the rising jealousy that you were feeling in the pit of your stomach

wait what??

pshh, youre not jealous

why would you be jealous??? he’s just your best friend

‘im just disappointed that he didnt trust me with this,’ you told yourself

yup, thats all, just clear and utter disappointment

jealousy? we dont know her

plus, you had a very loving boyfriend

“ok so this first song is just how i feel whenever we’re together, this is better together by jack johnson”

and as the song filled your ears, you can't help but imagine that this CD was for you

keyword: imagine

jisung has made it very clear that he only saw you as his best friend, heck, maybe even as his sister

you think back to the day where you joked around of a possibility of the two of you

“ji, what if one day you become my boyfriend”

“hahaha y/n, that’s a weird joke”

“why is that so weird??”

“uhm because were just best friends” he replies, stating the obvious

and ever since then you have pushed the thought of you guys as a couple in the back of your head

never allowing your feelings to surface for the boy

your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your best friends sweet voice again

“ok remember when your first boyfriend broke your heart? well this song pretty much sums up how i felt the whole time, and every other time you get in a relationship.”

“I could treat you so much better than them, you know?”

“why can't you see that??? haha,, anyways this is Better by Gabe Bondoc”

damn, whoever this girl was got jisung whipped as fuck

you started wondering who she was and how come jisung never told you about her before

was she part of your friend group? did you know her?

whoever she was, you hoped that she’d wake up soon and realize what a catch your best friend is and that she would have to be the dumbest person alive to not love him back

“okay uhm, were halfway in this playlist now. sometimes i feel like you feel this way too, but i don't know, maybe i'm just being delusional. this is Friends by Ed Sheeran”

okay so clue number 1, this girl is definitely good friends with jisung

what the fuck han jisung

who is she

“if they find out would it all go wrong and heaven knows no one wants it to,”

you dont know why or what happened, but when you heard that line of the song, you cant help but release all the bottled up feelings that youve been hiding

yes, you were in love with your best friend

yes, you got into relationships as a way to get over him

no, it never works

because every time you were left with a broken heart, he was there to piece it all back together

he was there wiping your tears, holding you, singing you cheesy love songs

he was there with his bad jokes that always brings a smile on your face, making you happy, making you whole again

jisung was always there, and you cant escape him

and now as you listen to a playlist not made for you, your heart begins to break

surely if this was for you, he would have given it to you a long time ago

just the mere thought of jisung caring for another girl besides you hurt your heart

you decided that it was time to stop

you scolded yourself for even listening to it in the first place

and so you took the CD out, and put it back where it belong

a couple minutes later, jisung enters his room, seeing your figure seated in front of his computer, your head rested on your hands as your shoulders shook slightly, a sign that you were crying

“hey, are you okay?” he says grabbing your hands, making you look straight into his eyes

“shh it’s okay, im here,” he continues, pulling you into a warm hug

and you can't help but be mad

why the fuck was he being so sweet to you when he’s in love with someone else

han jisung, this is not fair, not fair at all

and then you realized that you were doing the same exact thing

you pushed him away from you, which caused him to stumble back, hitting the desk behind him

“I-i have to go”

“y/n??”

running out of the room, jisung tried to chase after you however,,

“Woah woah woah why are you in such a hurry?”

chan and minho

“I-uh y/n just ran out and i-”

“y/n again?, jisung didnt we just talk about how you should see her less,” minho exclaims

“Yeah, this really isnt healthy for you jisung, you really should stop pining over this girl,” chan continued

“guys, shes my best friend!”

“Ok and she obviously doesnt wanna talk to you if she ran away, dont force yourself in places where you dont belong or youll just get hurt in the end,” the older guys continued

“I-”

“were just looking out for you jisung,” chan finishes

and so with his head drooped down, he made his way back into his room

and then he noticed it,,

the CD

‘fuck fuck fuck’

A million thoughts were racing through jisungs head

he was sure that you've heard it, why else would you react that way when you saw him

god, he should've never made that CD in the first place

was he that much of a coward that he couldnt just tell you he was in love with you in person

and now you know and obviously dont feel the same

‘Great going jisung, you just ruined your relationship with your best friend’

---

its been 3 days and there hasnt been any contact within the both of you

you ended up breaking up with your 4 month long boyfriend

“Its because of jisung huh?”

“i…,”

you racked your brain for a different excuse but then decided to come clean, this boy has always been so sweet to you, the least you could do is be honest with him

“how’d you know?”

“I see the way you look at him y/n, its like youre looking at millions of stars, i always hope you’d learn to look at me that way”

“are you mad?”

he gives you a sad smile, “no.. not at you, i always knew this would happen”

“im really sorry hyunjin”

“Its okay, i wish you and jisung all the happiness in the world”

“thank you,” you reply even though you knew that it wasnt going to happen since he liked someone else

meanwhile, jisung has locked himself up in his room

he was ashamed of himself for making that playlist

his friends have been asking him to hang out yet all he can do is mope around listening to the stupid songs that he has added and cringing at how dumb his voice recordings sounded

he missed you so much but he was so scared to reach out to you

3 days might not seem like a long time, but with you and jisung, 3 days felt like a whole year

Im not saying that you guys are always glued together, no, thats not the case

But you guys would always text each other

Sending each other memes throughout the day

But now the both of you was just left with silence

It really allowed you both to think

he figured you hated him and never wanted to see him again

So he never expected you to knock on his door

“chan, go away, just leave me here to cry”

“errmm, its not chan”

,,,

jisungs eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as soon as he heard your voice

and in one quick second he was scrambling to open his door

“you were crying???”

“no”

“whats wrong?”

“nothing, im glad youre here”

“umm, why wouldn't i be?”

“I-i just thought that after the other day, you wouldnt-”

“about that” you say, quickly cutting him off

*gulps*

“can we talk?”

“arent we doing that right now?” jisung jokes but as soon as he saw the nervous expression on your face, he shut his mouth and let you in , closing the door behind him

‘oh god, shes gonna tell me that she never wants to see me ever again’

“im sorry-”

“I didnt mean it-”

“what?”

the both of you having confused expressions written on your faces

“You first,” you say

Jisung nervously scratches the back of his head, refusing to meet your gaze

“the - the cd, i,, i didnt mean it” he says but the way he slightly bit his lip afterwards was a clear indication that he was lying

did he forget that he was your best friend? there was really no point in lying to you

however, you just chose to ride along with his little lie

“oh, well then i guess that makes what im about to say easier”

accepting the fact that you were about to break his heart, he nods at you, urging you to go on

“Jisung, im in love with you”

“its okay that you don't like me back, we can still be best friends -- wait...what?” jisung replies quickly, ending his prepared speech

You looked at him, stunned at his sudden confession

“You're in love with me?”

“You like me ??”

damn both of you guys are so dumb i sWEAr

“Well,,,, yeah,,,, didnt you listen to the CD? I literally say your name in it”

(⊙ˍ⊙)

(⊙＿⊙)

(@[]@!!)

“WHEN???”

“After the last song,” he says, like it was the most obvious thing on earth

“I-” you make yourself over to his desk, looking for the CD

as soon as you found it, you plopped it into his computer

“really y/n???? Youre gonna listen to it right in front of me as if i havent been embarrassed enough” he says with a pout

“jisung shuT UP”

you fast forward to the part where you left off of

“this next song is called Wait for You,, im sure you know this song as we always sing to it toegether, but yeahh ill always be here waiting for the day to come when you finally notice me”

The song begins to play yet you fast forward even more in rapid search of your name

“and, well this brings us to the last song,, god, i really hope you dont hate me right now, if you haven’t guessed by now, im in love with you. I dont know when it started or how it happened, maybe ive been in love with you ever since we were three, i don't know okay. But yeah,,, i fell in love with my best friend, god this is so cliche, but y/n l/n i love you”

you were shocked,,,

but at the same time, you felt like you can finally breathe

he loves you back

Han Jisung fucking loves you back

god reader, if you just stayed and listened until the very end, maybe this au wont be so long my brain cells are disappearing writing this

jisung wasn't making an effort to say something, not even to joke around

he was just sitting on his bed behind you, waiting for you to do something,, anything

we all know by now that he aint going to be the one to make the first move

the last song playing was the only thing that could be heard in the room

until,, you finally turned to face him, wearing the biggest smile on your face

you tackled him unto the bed

“oof”

“you're so annoying,,” you say, hitting him

at this point he has his arms around you as you were sprawled out across his body

“I love you too,” you confess, looking straight in his eyes

jisung doesn't know where he got his newly found courage

But he wasnt complaining as he reached out to your face, finally connecting his lips upon yours

“Ive been wanting to do that for so long”

“Why didnt you?”

“Well, you had a- dklfjasfkasjf,,,,, wait,,,,,, you have a boyfriend???”

And now were back to frantic jisung

“dont worry ji, i broke up with him,” you say a small smile on your lips

“wait, you broke up with him???

are you dumb????

He has like the prettiest face???

And like the nicest lips??

And hes so tall and he can dance so well!!”

“Jisung, if i didnt know any better, i would think you have a crush on him”

“shut up, im just saying,, that man is pReTTY”

“yeah youre right, he has everything i want in a man, maybe i should call him again, tell him i was just kidding about the break up” jisung pouts at this

“uhm, im sorry but you have a boyfriend now so you cant do that”

“oh really?”

“yep”

“who is he ??”

“y/nnn,,” jisung whines

“what?”

“will you be my girlfriend???”

“as long as you make me more CD’s” you say teasingly

“oh shut up”

1 year later

you and jisung are still going as strong as ever, and it was great

it was like you guys were always meant to be together, your relationship being the perfect balance of best friends and lovers

as you were cleaning out your bedroom, you spotted the CD, still looking as shiny as ever, in between a couple of your books, and you cant help but smile at the memory

you were so lost in your thoughts that you didnt notice your boyfriend enter your room

“babe whats that?”

��oh nothing, just a certain CD that this overly romantic boy made me,”

“oh god, youre never gonna let that go huh”

“I just didnt know you could be THIS cheesy, like you really were symping over me” you say

the CD became an inside joke between the two of you,,,

you would always tease jisung about how cliche it was

“I still cant believe you didnt listen until the end, like what kind of dumbass just starts a playlist and doesnt even listen to the whole thing”

“hey!, youre the one in love with me, so guess whos the bigger dumbass”

a/n: oops another one but the last song is called Best Friend by Jason Chen hehe

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thegreenmetblue · 3 years

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Voyeurism

Starker + Tony being a bad guilty man watching Peter jerking off to him

Still from a Discord chat where the pillow pic was shared as a joke, then I let my brain did the rest

read on ao3

The first time it happens, Tony’s in the lab. The boy excused himself like 10 minutes ago he’s still not there yet. Tony’s wondering what is he doing. That’s when Friday alerts him.

«Boss. I have to inform you that Mr. Parker keeps whimpering your name in his room, it appears he’s in distress.»

Tony freaks out and ask Friday to show him the camera from Peter’s room. He expected the worse, seeing Peter on the floor, bleeding. He, however, didn’t expect to see the boy on his bed, one hand around his hard cock, the other hand pinching his left nipple, moaning Mr Stark. Tony panics and turns it off. He really wasn’t supposed to see this.

After a few minutes, in which Tony almost had a breakdown Peter comes back like nothing happened, like you weren’t touching yourself thinking about me, kid and Tony does his best to act like he’s not aware of what he just witnessed, like he’s not still clearly seeing the look of Peter’s face or his damn cock in his mind.

The second time it happens, Tony’s doing an important meeting. He’s getting alerted again. Fucki-Christ is he doing that again ? Fuck. He doesn’t watch it. He can’t. That is his mentee’s private life. Even if it’s Tony’s name that’s been moaned. He can’t. Plus he’s trying to deal with serious business at the moment. That doesnt stop him from being hard as fuck in the middle of a meeting but Tony will totally deny that fact.

The third time it happens, Tony is alone. In his bed. It’s late. Fuck, I thought the kid was sleeping by now. But Tony can’t take it anymore. It’s constantly haunting him, constantly on his mind. He can’t even look at Peter without thinking about this. He’s just- he’s just gonna check once and then never do it again. He just needs to-

« Fri, baby girl, show me the camera from Peter’s room please. »

Tony’s breath stops, his heart pounds hard in his chest, his skin feels on fire as he watches Peter almost naked, trying to finger himself. Tony swears out loud, his hand shaking. He’s never seen someone so beautiful trying to finger himself. And the « Mr Stark please » coming out of Peter’s mouth don’t help. And before Tony even realize it, his own hand is down on his already hard cock.

This spirals from there. It’s like a drug. Tony can’t stop.

After months of jerking off to Peter jerking off to him, Tony’s guilt is too much. He can’t even sleep anymore. He’s being the most pervert human on the earth and Peter doesn’t deserve that. He can’t look at Peter in the eyes anymore because of the guilt. And Peter’s starting to feel hurt by that, Tony can feel it. And it’s hurting him too. He needs to tell him he knows. He won’t tell about how turned on Tony is every time. He won’t tell Tony can’t look at Peter without wanting to make him scream in pleasure but he needs to tell him to stop doing that here. But how... ? Tony can’t show up and just says «Hey kid I know you’ve been jerking off thinking about me for months now.» So Tony think about a way of doing it for Peter to not cry in shame, he doesn’t want that. That’s how one day, when Peter’s coming back in his room, after a school day, he just finds this weird pillow on his bed.

Of-fucking-course, this doesn’t work at all. Peter just take this as a freaking invitation because after freaking out and crying all evening, the only conclusion his brain is making about Tony talking about his cum is that the man wants him too.

So after asking tons of question to MJ about what he should to, he chooses to wait almost naked in Tony’s bed yeah that boy is too shy to express himself so he shifts as a slut.

When Tony enters his room and his eyes lay on Peter, pretty much naked, spreads in his bed like a gift, he just can’t take it. Fuck the guilt, fuck morality, fuck Peter.

« You’re really asking for it, kid. Fucking Christ. Too bad I never had a strong hold on my self-control.»

He growls, because fuck, he’s already so hard.

« Please don’t. Don’t control yourself, Mr Stark» Peter begs.

****

They start almost-dating after that. I mean, they haven’t really talked about it but guess that’s what having sex and spending all their time together is called. Peter always had feelings for Tony and Tony is discovering his for Peter. So they’re going a bit like that for a while, and both of them are in heaven. Tony never told Peter about the jerking off. Even after having actual sex with him, he’s still so guilty about that time.

But that day comes anyway. Bruce had a lab accident and called for Tony’s help. Both Peter and Tony comes running alerted by Friday they were about to fuck damn it. When everything is under control again, Bruce just thanks them and says

« Im thankful you programmed this name thing. I’d be fried at this moment if it wasn’t for it.»

Peter is like « What thing ? » and before Tony can even stop Bruce, the truth comes out.

« Oh that protocol alerting Tony everytime his name is mentioned in the building.»

There’s a silence. A loud one. Then Peter’s eyes just widened in realization.

« Everytime his name is WHAT ? » He bursts out, then he turns to Tony.

« Everytime your name is what, Tony? »

And despite the shame, because Fuck Tony knew he jerked off to him really ??? he’s angry because Tony could have told him. Before saying anything, Tony asks Bruce to leave and when there’s just us again, Tony starts

« Peter let me explain-»

« No. Just answer me. Did you know I used to jerk off to you ? »

Tony doesn’t answer, he just stars at Peter. But that’s the answer. And Peter was planning to be angry. Because That’s so embarrassing fuck, he however didn’t plan to get hard at that. Tony was about to say sorry when he sees Peter is clearly turned on. His brain freeze.

« I watched you, I watched you jerking off, moaning my name, for months. But Peter, don’t you dare pretend the idea of me watching you didn’t occurs you once. You know this whole building in covered in cameras. You know I control anything. You know I love controlling everything. You’re a smart boy, Pete. I felt guilty this whole time but now Im starting to think that idea crossed your mind before, did it ? »

He tells instead. Peter is speechless. His heart hammering in his chest.

« Answer me. »

Tony asks, his dominant voice activated and Peter can’t help but whimpers.

« Y... yes it did. » he confesses, lowering his eyes in shame, his cheeks burning.

Tony smirks. Because fuck, he was still dead guilty about it but in fact Peter is just a kinky as him.

#starker #tony stark #ironspider #peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #leah writes sometimes

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pbandjesse · 4 years

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i wish it was sunny today. But it wasnt a wholly bad day. I have a head ache right now but its fine. I a, alright.

Today felt weird though. I slept okay and woke up around 830 and felt okay. I got a shower and got dressed and felt good. I sat with James for a while. Watched him play AC. Made a plan for the day.

I made breakfast. Heated up the potatoes from yesterday and made scrambled eggs to have with them. We played animal crossing and hung out. But James wanted to go bike so off he went.

I felt weird though. Unmotivated but anxious. I kept telling myself to get up before he got home and clean. But then he was back? I felt like I lost time. He actually just came back quicker then expected. He thinks he lost some muscle tone so he'll have to build it back up.

He got cleaned up and worked on some lesson plans for the projects I made. I worked on our island design. But I felt weird and bad. Guilty. Upset. I needed to stop playing. James went to go make himself lunch and I went to work in the studio.

I worked on some beading. Which has been a little hard. Im going to make another design that doesnt make my brain hurt so much, I worked on this silly paper tape bear as a project for the kids. And I painted a little for the train project.

James left for work and I kept making art for a while. But eventually I was just wandering around the apartment. I would play AC for a little. I made a zoo on there. I did a little work. I vaccuumed and swiffered. I had dinner. Im just laying on the couch now. Im feeling really tired and sore. I am glad James will be home soon.

Tomorrow is supposed to be very cold. A polar vortex or something. I hope its not to cold in here, and that I just feel better. I hope you are all having a good night and you feel well. Sleep good everyone.

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crackimagines · 5 years

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Marianne and Ashe heart to heart (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Marianne reflects on something Ashe said that has stuck to her mind for quite some time.

That girl seriously needs a hug

also no im not salty that their A support happened post time skip instead of during the academy, nope definitely not, SHUT UP

Inside the Cathedral, it was midnight and dead siilent. No one was present except a blue haired girl, praying in front of the statue.

Once Marianne was done praying she looked behind her, expecting someone to be there.

Unsurprisingly, there wasn’t anyone. It was very late at night, who’d even be here besides her?

Well...Ashe would’ve been.

Ever since their last conversation, she had been actively avoiding him since he kept trying to talk to her. She felt guilty, making him go through all of that trouble for someone as worthless as her.

He stopped showing up at the Cathedral about a week ago, at first it gave Marianne some peace of mind that he wouldn’t have any more trouble, but after the deafening silence she went through each time, she could only think about Ashe.

Not necessarily what he said about using her crest for good, she didn’t believe a single word of that, honestly.

What she was thinking was more on the lines of ‘How bad is he feeling, thinking he upset me?”

She took a deep breath and looked behind her again, some small shred of hope that he’d be coming through the door.

Five minutes passed, and nothing happened.

What a shock.

She considered going to bed, but she wasn’t tired physically as much as she was mentally. This had been plaguing her mind for a while, so if she were to lay on her bed, she’d be tormenting herself the entire time. She might as well do it where there was a good breeze.

She walked out towards the right wing of the Cathedral, and sat down at the bench, looking over the monastery.

The only thing Marianne could think of was how guilty Ashe must’ve been feeling. This is why she was a curse, she’d cause nothing but grief for others trying to help her. She was better off alone no matter what anyone said.

“...You shouldn’t have come to me, Ashe...”

“AGH! Y-You knew I was here?!”

...Why was there a response?

She quickly turned her head near the stairs, and to her surprise, Ashe was standing right there.

“A-Ashe?!”

“S-Sorry I didn’t meant to startle-...Wait a second...If you weren’t expecting me then...”

Marianne realized that she spoke aloud, and that made her flustered.

“N-No, I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, if you’ll-”

“Hold on a second!”

Marianne was about to get up, but she stopped herself when Ashe came to the bench with her. It was then she noticed he had a blanket on him.

“Um, why do you have that?”

“Well uh...It’s for you.”

He gestured it towards her, using one hand to awkwardly rub the back of his neck.

“It’s pretty chilly tonight and I figured you’d be out here so...I don’t want you to catch a cold or anything.”

Marianne was shocked that he did this for her despite the fact she had been treating him like a stranger everytime they talked. She mustered out a quiet ‘Thank you,’ and wrapped herself around in it.

They both remained quiet, not saying a word to each other. The silence wasn’t tense, awkward or anything really. They both just stared out, letting the wind be the only noise around them.

It stayed that way for about three to four minutes until Marianne broke the silence.

“I’m sorry, Ashe.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. You were just trying to encourage me and I...I made you think that you were to blame for my actions.”

“No, it’s alright. I should be apologizing. I’m the one who never really asked you why you felt the way you do, and butted into something I didn’t know. And what was that bit earlier about me coming to you?”

“...Everyone that I meet I end up driving off. You’re a very nice person, Ashe, but you’re better off not associating with someone like me.”

She looked downwards, her eyes somehow looking heavier than before.

“I’m not worth the trouble. Please forget we ever had this conversation.”

“You realize I’m not doing that, right?”

She looked back slowly to him, his face no longer filled with any anxiety, but now determination.

“Marianne, I don’t know why you say these terrible things about yourself! When has anyone in our class regretted meeting you ever since the Professor brought you in?!”

He was almost shouting, but he quickly lowered his voice, and she noticed it was starting to shake now.

“B-Besides...we’re all a little bit of trouble ourselves. Sylvain with his skirt chasing, Felix with...well being Felix, and the list goes on. Heh, and here’s me, pestering you about this...Marianne, you’re such a kind person. You take your time to check the wounded after our battles, you help people with their studying, you take care of the animals with such gentleness and...”

His eye began to water as he tried regaining his composure.

“...And I can’t stand to see someone I care for talk about themselves like that.”

Marianne’s mouth was slightly open in shock, no one had ever been this passionate talking about her before. Sure, they’d say the things Ashe were saying, but no one had been moved to tears and shouted it at her before.

That last sentence, she could truly see how much she meant to him.

Her eyes began to water up as well, and she began shaking in her blanket, her nose sniffling.

“M-Marianne...?”

She started crying, the tears falling from her face couldn’t be stopped anytime soon. Her chest was tight, and her heart was burning now, barely able to process everything he just said.

Ashe didn’t know what to do, so on instinct, he hugged her, letting her head rest on his shoulders as she cried it out. The sob became louder once he did, and she started hyperventilating, which caused Ashe to hug her tighter, hoping the tighter he did, the calmer it would make her.

Slowly but surely, it worked. After a brief moment, she slowly stopped crying, and spoke up.

“...I’m sorry...T-Thank you, Ashe.”

“It’s okay...”

He gently patted her back, letting her slowly start breathing normally.

Saying nothing again, they both stared out towards the dorms, Marianne’s breathing slowly getting calmer and calmer.

“Are you okay now, Marianne?”

“...Yes.”

She looked up at him at the same time he looked down at her, their faces very close to one another.

The first thing that came to both their mind was ‘They smell nice.’

The second thought was ‘Wait, just how close are we?!’

They both bolted upwards, completely flustered and cheeks burning bright red.

“I-I’m sorry!”

“N-No it’s okay, I didn’t really think, I just-”

Before Marianne could respond, they heard a third voice bringing them back to reality.

“Hey, what are you kids doing down there?!”

They both turned around and saw a Monastery guard looking over the railing above them.

Another voice they couldn’t make out seemingly came from behind him, and the guard turned back to them.

“You two stay there! Greetings, Professor! There’s something to report, actually!”

Ashe widened his eyes upon hearing him.

“P-Professor Byleth?”

“...I see.” The Gatekeeper said. “I was making my patrol and then I heard...Oh, those are your students? What did they say? Well...Alright then.”

The gatekeeper looked over the railing and motioned his head while speaking.

“Your professor wants a word with you two, don’t worry you’re not in trouble. Sorry for the scare!”

As they both walked up, they saw Professor Byleth in a casual outfit instead of his uniform, and looked at the two. Ashe was the first one to speak up.

“I-I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to cause you trou-”

Byleth raised his hand up and gestured for Ashe to be quiet.

He looked at Marianne and noticed her eyes were red, and the blanket over her. He pretty much deciphered what was going on by that one glance.

“It’s no trouble. I know that guardsman so it’s fine. Next time you come, just be a little quieter and let me know beforehand so you don’t give a knight a heart attack, alright?”

They both nodded.

“Alright. And before you ask, Ashe, I’ve been following you ever since I noticed you were carrying that blanket and started walking quickly to the Cathedral when you thought no one was walking.”

“...I-I see.”

“I’ll walk you back to your rooms. Get some rest, I don’t want you falling asleep during the lecture after all.”

Byleth walked both of them back to their dorm rooms, and both drifted off to sleep. Ashe was happy to help Marianne, and Marianne held the blanket closely to her as she slept.

BONUS EPILOGUE -

Once lectures had ended for the week, everyone packed up their belongings and started making way.

Ashe organized his papers until he heard Byleth calling out to him.

“Ashe, come here for a moment, would you?”

He nervously gulped, and walked towards Byleth who was standing with his arms crossed and standing behind his desk.

“This...is about last night, right?”

Byleth nodded, and reached into his desk and pulled out a small pouch.

Ashe had no idea what it was, and when he looked back, Byleth was smiling.

“Gatekeeper told me what you two were talking about, cause apparently there was some shouting last night. So on that note, you plan to treat her to something nice tonight, right?”

Ashe’s brain cells collectively halted their thinking process upon hearing that last part.

“...Seriously? Tch, good thing I talked to Dorothea about this kinda thing...Anyways, treat her to something nice in town. Nice little joint called ‘The Shepherds’, ran by a girl named Anna. Tell her I sent you, she’ll treat you two nice.”

“...U-Um, thank you so much professor!”

Byleth smiled and before Ashe turned around, he said one more thing.

“They’re open late, and since tomorrow’s a free day, I’ll make sure not to schedule anything for that. Weather should be pretty, so ask her at the Cathedral tonight.”

Ashe nodded and excitedly ran back to his room.

Byleth shook his head still smiling as he heard a girl’s voice in his head.

“That was quite a bit of your personal funds. Was that really wise to do?”

“Meh, it’s pocket change really. Plus it’ll get them motivated for class, and thats the main reason.”

“You say that, but I can hear your thoughts, you know?”

Byleth said nothing as he continued to smile and began grading papers.

Later that night...

Ashe stood in front of the doors, his heart gently pounding like a drum, and opened the door to see Marianne.

“Hey, Marianne!”

“Oh, Ashe...!”

“Were you praying just now?”

“No I...was waiting on you, actually. I wanted to say thank you.”

His heart stopped when he saw Marianne smile with the moon shining on her face perfectly.

She looked heavenly, so much so he almost completely forgot what he was going to ask beforehand.

“Ashe? I-Is something wrong?”

“Huh?! N-N-No! Not at all it’s just...your smile was...really pretty.”

“O-Oh...”

They both looked down in embarrassment before Ashe cleared his throat and finally mustered up the words.

“Well if you were waiting for me...Would you like to have dinner with me?”

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