#it was super tasty but it burned my mouth off | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

oozedninjas · 1 month

Text

Snap call

Summary: You send him nudes while he is on patrol, and Raph isn't quite happy about it.

A/N: I've been working on this for a couple of days! Hope you like it :) To that person who's been asking for Nightwatcher smut, wink, wink

Warnings: 18+ /NDNI / Breeding / sending nudes / Nightwatcher!Raph / Raph is around his early 30's / super brief ass-eating / dirty talking/dom!Raph

It is past midnight when he slips through the narrow window of your apartment’s room, still wearing his vigilante armor. His labored breaths rumble within the helmet, delivering them with a metallic tint that makes you tingle.

"Do you think you're funny, sending dirty pics all night while I'm on patrol?" He says, his voice raw as he approaches. It only takes him a few swift strides to stand beside you. The metallic clang of his boots on the floor sends a shiver down your spine, building anticipation. “Strip, now.”

A grin threatens to arise at the sight of him in this state, burning for you, but you bite it back, ditching the thin fabric of your pajamas in a heartbeat. The moment the last strand of clothing falls off your body, Raphael grips your arms, forcing you to turn around, back to his front. He closes the space between you. The icy metal of the Nightwatcher’s armor to your bare skin makes you gasp.

The cool of his gloves scrapes against your heated skin as his palms trail a path from your shoulders to your arms to dance lower, dipping across your abdomen and up from there. His grip tightened around your breasts. You catch your breath.

Expert fingers pinch your nipples, pulling, rolling them just enough for a soft moan to leave your lips. Raphael growls, enjoying the sound. His voice echoes through the metal helmet.

"Look at my little whore, too desperate to have me filling you up that you can't even wait for me to finish patrol?" he teases, as he keeps playing with them.

"I've been wanting this the whole evening..." you mutter, voice trembling.

"And you're not even sorry! Fucking cheeky of you," he chuckles, it's dark and sexy. "Let's fix that."

Raphael lifts the helmet from his head, placing it carefully on the bedside table. Under the room's dim illumination, the metal surface becomes a hazy, distorted mirror. He pushes you to the bed, barely giving you time to adjust on all fours before he licks a strip from your cunt to your ass. Your mouth gapes, and a whine puffs off.

"Mmm, so fucking tasty,"

His voice makes your blood run hot. Raphael sinks his face into you with not even a hint of shame as he starts fucking you with his tongue, wet and warm, impossibly soft against your pussy. He'd slide it over your clit from time to time, granting it the tiniest of attention.

You whine, pushing yourself to him, but Raph bites the inside of your thigh adequately hard to make you yelp. His hand fists your hair, pulling just enough to tingle your scalp. "Don't be greedy," he murmurs in your ear from behind. You can make out the scene of the reflection on the helmet.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

His hot breath tickles your ear. Everything he'd just done left your pussy a complete mess. You could feel the dampness dripping. God, you wanted him to fuck you stupid, nothing more. But the fear of another bite from a direct answer keeps your lips sealed.

"What’s the matter? Can't my doll think straight?" Raphael says, pushing a metal finger inside your cunt, dreadfully slow.

"Please— " your voice weak and desperate.

He smirks. "Yeah, that's more like it. But, please what?" he says, rubbing the tip of his finger on that sweet spot inside as he keeps you still by the hair. "Please stop?"

"No!" it came out so desperate you cringed. His soft chuckle soothed you a bit. "Please fuck me,"

He withdraws, emptying you. You want to jerk back to chase the delicious feeling of being full, but he halts you.

"Yeah? How bad do you want it?"

"Very— please," you whisper. His grip on your hair burns so fine, "Please, I'll be good... I'll be good."

"Fuck yes, you will," Raphael says, thrusting inside in one motion. It janks your breath off. He reaches deep, just the right spot. You can't help the lewd moan that follows.

"Look at that drunk-like smile," he tells you, letting go of your hair as he brings you up to embrace you against him. This shift has you on your knees, back resisting against his torso. The cold armor soothes the fire of your skin. Raph holds your face toward the reflection on the helmet, forcing you to watch your blissful expression. "You're such a good little slut for me. Gonna make you feel good, you want that?"

"Yes," you breathe, desperately holding his hands where they rest over your body, clenching and unclenching around his shaft.

He mutters praise in your ear, but you can't make it out as he starts pounding in and out, rhythmically, building a pace that makes your head fall back, mouth gaping while loud moans along with the filth of skin slapping fill the air.

He curses under his breath, you're tight, he says. You feel good, he's going crazy. "Touch yourself, let me see you," Raph takes your hand to drive it down to your front. You reach your clit, not losing detail of his dark gaze reflecting on the helmet, absorbing the whole scene.

It takes you a few seconds to pair his thrust with the circles over your soft nub, but once you do, it feels fucking heavenly. You make it last for as long as you can, right there where pleasure lingers strongly right before the peak. Your orgasm crashes over you, numbing everything.

"Fuck, yes, just like that- t- that's a good fucking girl,"

The pulsations of your high around his cock trigger his own, and he comes loud and long. The hot loads filling you up weaken your knees.

He holds your ground before gently placing you on the mattress, allowing his weight over you as he rests.

"Remind me to send you nudes more often," you say, once you catch your breath.

A raspy laugh pours into your ear, tickling.

#Nightwatcher!Raphael x reader #twenty something ninja turtles #tmnt smut #tmnt x reader smut #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raph 2007 #raph 2007 #2007 raph x reader #tmnt

342 notes · View notes

chuuyascumsock · 10 months

Text

Hot Cocket || Minors DNI

I just realized I never posted my Dazai fucking a hot pocket fic on here. If the Ao3 babes had to suffer, y’all do too LMAO.

Summary: Ah, yes, welcome to the bullshit that I call “art”. Today’s episode: Dazai fucks a Hot Pocket. Don’t ask me what gave me this idea, my friend came up with it so thank him for this utter monstrosity. I suppose I’ll take the smallest bit of credit for wanting to write a crackfic of Dazai sticking his dick in something he shouldn’t— because it’s called having a sense of humor.

Tags: Dazai Osamu/Hot Pocket, I talk about how dazai would definitely be a ham and cheese hot pocket kind of a guy, I make kind of weird metaphorical jokes, If Asagiri gets to blow children up then I can throw them into traffic, descriptions of fucking a hot pocket, descriptions of burning the dick (because he’s fucking a HOT pocket), um… creampie in a hot pocket..?, oh— and then Fyodor eats the hot cum pocket lol.

Dazai had been feeling particularly lonely on a Saturday night.

Without any women around to woo with his unhinged rizz, Dazai sought after a cheap comfort food he often turned to in his crippling depressive times. The freezer flings open with a creak to reveal the godly image of a box of hot pockets. As expected— nothing else resided in the freezer other than said hot pockets because Dazai was as broke as a medical college student in debt.

Dazai reaches a bandaged hand inside before grasping the box and pulling it close to his chest. He could already feel saliva pooling in his mouth as he re-lived his previous encounters and tastes of his hot pockets. But this one was different. This one was pepperoni. Normally, Dazai was a ham and cheese kind of guy, but they had been barren of any ham and cheese hot pockets. It made him sad to think about, but it also brought rejoice as he could finally try another flavor of hot pocket.

Dazai is quick to tear the box’s top off and reach a hand inside to grab the frozen snack pocket out. Even in a plastic wrapping, he could still smell the permeating waft of garlic and herbs. He fumbled around the kitchen as he ripped the plastic off and put the snack into the small cardboard pocket, basically throwing the hot pocket into the microwave like you would throw a small child into oncoming traffic.

Not really giving a fuck, Dazai punches the microwave which some how starts a two minute timer and the hot pocket starts spinning in small, grueling long circles. His eyes stare into the microwave’s glass window, taking in the way the hot pocket slowly warms up.

Deep down, Dazai wished to be a hot pocket. Because he, too, wished to be cooked in a microwave. What a way to go out.

It feels like eternity until the microwave beeps loudly to signify that the slutty— I mean tasty treat is done cooking. His eyes light up and Dazai takes the hot pocket out of the microwave. “It’s… It’s beautiful…” He whispers tearfully as the hot pocket steams from the packet. Realizing how hot it was the next few seconds after, he tosses it between his hands and onto the counter gently, “Ow— hot, hot— ahhhh.”

Staring at the hot pocket, Dazai begins to drool excessively— oh, and he was hard. Dude got a raging boner from looking at this hot pocket too long. Just like me fr.

“Aw man, now I’m super horny…” He whines as he looks down at his tightened slacks. He thinks for a moment before he looks back to the hot pocket and gets an idea.

The hot pocket steamed in need of his ACHING COCK (I can see you cringing behind that screen, Guac <3). Or at least that’s how Dazai took it because of how horny he was. “You want me, don’t you?” He grins at the hot pocket with desire— only getting a soft puff of steam in return and a whiff of garlic that made him twice as hard.

Eager to get off now, Dazai unzips his slacks and pushes them down enough to have access to the hot pocket. His accurate sized dick of three inches— I mean— his monster cock slapped against his stomach as he wasn’t wearing underwear because it’s canon that he goes commando. Dazai then took the hot pocket and brought it to his lips before taking a slow bite. And in typical Dazai fashion— he moaned loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear and got several noise complaints which all went to Kunikida’s answering machine.

“My god, you’re such a slutty tease,” Dazai groans, swallowing the cold ass bite that’s always at the end of the hot pocket. Pushing at the sides with his fingers, the hot pocket opens to reveal its gooey melted cheese and sloppy pizza sauce insides with the occasional chunks of pepperoni. Dazai stroked his cock until he had spread enough precum along his length, though it’s questionable as to why he would as he’s fucking a hot pocket pussy and not actual pussy because he gets none.

Wasting no more time, Dazai slid his dick into the scalding hot pocket and screamed from the pain of literal lava burning the skin of his dick. But he kept trekking through the feeling, because he’ll be damned having his dick blistered by some hot pizza sauce and melting mozzarella chunks ruin him from being horny enough to fuck a microwaveable snack. “Yeah, you like that you dirty, saucy whore?” He grunted, uncaring of the melted cheese and pizza sauce sticking to his now blistering cock.

As this poor hot pocket was being violated like no one’s business, Kunikida was sobbing himself to sleep after getting multiple detailed complaints about how loud Dazai was being while he was aggressively fucking a hot pocket like I did to your mom last night.

“I’m gonna turn you into a toaster strudel, baby,” Dazai moaned loudly, thrusting harder into the hot pocket before filling it to the brim with his cum. “That’s it, take my seed you cheesy whore…” He panted, pulling his dick out of the cum stuffed hot pocket. It took a few moments until he realized the damage that the hot pocket had done to his dick as he looked down to see the various red burn spots and blistering skin covered in pizza sauce, cheese, and pepperoni. “Now I’m going to need bandages for my dick…” He sighed, tossing the hot pocket aside like they didn’t have a special bond. “Well, I’m not hungry anymore, my dick hurts… Time to stick it in some ice cream~” Dazai trailed off to get Kunikida’s credit card to go buy and defile yet another item of food.

As the hot pocket sat on the ground oozing with cum, a rat squeaked and scampered by before sniffing the hot pocket. Deemed worthy enough to take it back to its master, the rat dragged the hot pocket into a mouse hole and scrambled through the walls of the apartments until it made its way outside and into a manhole. Making its way through the sewers, the rat finally arrives at its master.

“What is this?” A Russian accent echoes through the sewers. Slender hands pick up the rat and the hot pocket, Fyodor looking at both with a questionable gaze. The rat squeaks to communicate with the Russian joker and squirms out of his grasp to scatter off to its family.

“A toaster strudel, you say? I’ve never seen such a thing, incredible…” Fyodor doesn’t even bother to take a good look at the hot pocket to see the fluids dripping out of it before he takes a large bite and chews. His face scrunches up— but he keeps eating because man is anemic and refuses to eat anymore of his belly button lint to survive.

“What a strange tasting toaster strudel…”

#dazai smut #bsd smut #dazai x hot pocket #dazai fucks a hot pocket lol #mmmm crackfic #no apologies it was fucking hilarious #ive only had a hot pocket twice in my life

145 notes · View notes

shhh-secret-time · 3 months

Note

I love love love your stuff! Can we get a jealousy smut fic?! I don't care with who I just want something tasty!

I was feeling super bad about my writing today, I really struggled with this one but when I went back and read what you wrote it made me feel a lot better. Thank you anon I really appreciate it. And thank you to everyone who voted on the poll! Warning: NSFW, Oral, Strong Language, Drinking Pairing: Kyle x M!Reader Note: I've never written for male reader before, but I want everyone who reads my things to feel included somehow. I didn't include anything crazy in this story because of it. So this one is more on the tamer side of things.

His head hurt. The ache started from the middle of his forehead and spread like a blanket over his skull. Naturally the cure would be going to a party late at night that his best friend drug him too. With medicine being some jungle juice in a red solo cup that said best friend shoved into his hand.

"Loosen up Kyle you look like you're about to explode." He almost didn't hear Stan over the sound of the music playing over them.

Each song had a heavy bass, like a heartbeat slamming into the side of his head and his chest. The kind of music that you could feel in your ribcage each time the beat dropped. So yeah, he really was about to explode. Whatever was in his cup wasn't helping either, the sugary drink was making his heart spike and his stomach churn.

"Stan, I didn't even want to fucking be here in the first place. I'm here for you." Kyle grumbles back once the song finishes, they have a few moments of silence before it picks back up.

"No, you're not. You and I both know if you really wanted to you would have left by now." Stan teases, shooting him a lazy smirk.

Kyle can feel his face burn, like the drink in his hand, it's a mixture of emotions. Rage and embarrassment swirled together with his headache creating the perfect concoction in the red head’s body. His grip on his cup tightens as his arms flex under the forest green flannel and faded Crimson Dawn shirt.

Every bit of him hated the fact that Stan was right, and even more that he knew the reason why Kyle was enduring this. This shit night, this shit drink, this shit music, this shit headache. Why he endured this shit party and all other parties he's been attending the last week.

You.

Dark green orbs travel over to the dance floor where you've been for the past few hours. He can't stop himself from watching the way your hips sway back and for, the way your jeans squeeze your sides in the most delicious way. Even in the dim light he can see how flushed your face looks from all the dancing you've been doing; his eyes lock on to the beads of sweat the travel down your neck and how it slides down your Adam's apple.

Kyle takes a drink of his alcohol, but it does nothing about how dry his mouth feel. His lips now glistening under lights coming off the cell phones that surround him. He barely registers the taste of the coke or the way the drink burns the back of his throat. Not when he can almost taste the drink that's on your lips.

Fuck he was thirsty.

"Earth to Kyle. Dude you're staring." Stan's fingers snapped him out of his trance.

Kyle looked over at Stan with his mouth open slightly. He raises a brow and scoffs, trying to clear his mind.

"You can go dance with him you know? You don't have to stand in this corner! Might have a little competition though." Stan says, gesturing over to you. "Looks like Bebe's all over him."

He was right, but that was nothing new. Bebe practically clinging to your arm, her body all but grinding against yours. Not that this was anything new, she was always around you. Whether it was walking to classes together or sitting at lunch with one another, she was always there. Anytime Kyle even thought about going up to you to talk to you, she was always fucking there. His fingers dipped into the plastic cup making it crack, the amber liquid spilling out onto his fingers.

"Fuck! Look I don't want to dance. I'm just gonna get another drink." Kyle grumbles pushing past his friend.

Jealousy was an ugly beast; one Kyle knew all too well. Insecurity was something he struggled with, ever since he was a kid and it only got worse when he got older. Getting smacked with a growth spurt that made him shoot up past his friends, while it was great for basketball, it drew too much attention as if his stupid curly red hair didn't do that already. He was wishing he brought his hat, why he ever let Stan talk him into things like this he never knew.

The path to the table with all the alcohol was mostly clear. A few people laying off to the side talking to one another or passed out. The smell of weed and alcohol in the air made Kyle scrunch up his nose as he threw the broken cup away. It wasn't hard to find a new one, they were scattered everywhere, now finding one that was abandoned with a drink already in it was a different story. As he scanned the table for a new cup another walking headache approached the table with him.

Eric Cartman, the bane of his existence and the biggest source of his insecurities. Although at this very moment, Bebe was giving him a run for his money. That didn't mean he wanted him to talk however, but like always his mouth worked faster than Kyle's legs.

"I don't know how to tell you this Kyle...but you look like a total shit bag right now. You...you are aware this is a party. You know that thing people go to when they want to have fun." Eric's voice was what sandpaper grinding against skin would sound like, Kyle was sure.

"Fuck off asshole, I really don't want to deal with you right now." Kyle sighs as he picks up a cup.

"Awh, and here I was about to throw you a lifeline. A little birdie told me you've been eye fucking Bebe's boy toy all day." Eric leans against the table pretending to inspect his nails, and his tone alone makes Kyle want to cave his face in.

Kyle grits his teeth trying to focus on the pour of whatever clear liquid he grabbed. "And would that birdie like me to smash his fucking teeth in?"

"You've been using that threat since we were kids. Come on Kyle don't pretend like you aren't at least a little curious as to what I've got to say. We both know how this will go. You're angry because you have sand in your vagina, and I'll tell you what I want because I don't respect you."

Kyle slams the bottle down with a loud thud and glares at him, his grip on the neck of the bottle is so tight he's white knuckling it. Eric holds his hands up in defense, a small bead of sweat trails down the side of his face.

"Believe it or not, I want to help! I've got a lot riding on this little bet with Craig, and I can't have you fucking me out of a hundred and fifty dollars."

"What makes you think I want your help, Cartman?!"

"You don't, but once again. One hundred. And. Fifty. Dollars." Eric holds up his index fingers as he slows his speaking down. "And you need the help, as funny as this is watching you suffer, I'm your friend and as your friend...you would want me to have a hundred and fifty dollars."

No, he really wouldn't. He would want Cartman to get hit by a bus, or at the very least to leave him alone. Kyle could feel himself boiling over at this point his hands were shaking, and his body felt like it was on fire. He was at his tipping point.

"Look I can get you an hour or so with him alone, all you have to do is grow a pair and talk to him. You can't talk to him because Bebe's always around him, right? Well, how do you think Wendy felt with you and Stan? And who brought them together?"

"Aliens."

"Aliens aren't real Kyle, quit making shit up. It was me." He's never seen Eric look or sound so offended before. "You can stand in your gay little corner drinking by yourself, or you can go talk to him and be gay with him in another corner."

As Kyle went to open his mouth to yell at him nothing came out, once again he couldn't find anything to say to him. Nothing that wouldn't be a string of swears or him finally connecting his fist to his smug face. Instead, he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. At the very least he could blame the alcohol for this horrible idea.

Eric took the silence as a yes, with a wicked grin he put his hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Leave it to me Kyle. You'll know the signal when you see it."

He should stop him. He should stop Eric from doing whatever dumb shit he was going to do. But he doesn't, his heart is pounding so hard in his chest that the music seems like a lullaby.

Kyle watches as Eric walks right up to you and Bebe, he walks with such confidence. The confidence of someone who was not invited to this party but showed up anyway, because that's exactly the kind of person he was. The music makes it where he can't hear what he says to you but the look on your face goes from a relaxed smile to a horrified look.

That's when your eyes lock with his. Kyle nearly leaps from his skin as he watches you look between him and Eric. Eric has his hand on his hips and his fingers snapping up at your face.

"No... he isn't."

Eric shouts something, and Bebe steps in between the both of them. She puts her fingers in his face and glares up at him shouting something back. Eric bobs his head to the side swiveling it around like bobble head almost.

"He is. Oh, my fucking god." Kyle puts his face in his hands.

He's past the point of anger. He's beyond seeing red, it's just white. White noise and a ringing in his ear. The steady thumping of his heartbeat and the music is the only thing grounding him. To keep him from flying off the handle and probably making the situation worse.

His fingers tug at the flesh of his skin, pulling it down as he moves from his hands. Fuck it. He's had enough. Had enough of sitting on the sidelines and watching everyone else get to have your attention. The drink was left forgotten on the table behind him, he had gotten what he needed from it.

"A little liquid courage goes a long way." Stan used to say, and maybe he was right.

Kyle's across the room before he knows it, all that basketball playing finally paid off. He's able to dodge sweaty bodies still moving around on the dance floor. A man with a clear destination and nothing was going to stop him.

You don't have time to register the fact Kyle has you by the wrist or the fact that he's dragging you away from the dance floor. He tries to keep his grip gentle, he really does, but through this anger everything in his body has gone numb. You're not complaining about any pain, but he thinks he hears you say something about walking too fast.

Kyle drags you upstairs so he can talk to you without screaming matches or loud music. Without prying eyes or nosey party goers. But now that he's got you here, he doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know how to approach this without blowing up. It's not your fault, you don't deserve this.

"What did Cartman say to you?" So, he settles with that, a question. At the very least he can direct all this anger towards Cartman.

You look down between the two of you, looking at the way he still has his larger hand wrapped around your wrist. It's funny, this whole situation. At first you were a little freaked out when Eric just came up and suddenly started yelling at you, but when you saw the look in Kyle's eyes it clicked.

The suspicion that Kyle Broflovski had a crush on you was always there. His gaze lingering a little longer than normal, the way he'd blush and turn his head away from you like he wasn't just admiring you from across the room. When he'd come to you asking for help in class you knew he was passing. All those times he nags at you for not wearing gloves in the Colorado cold, saying something about how you'll get sick and then he'll be forced to take care of you.

Yeah, he wasn't slick. And the poor man wore his heart on his sleeve. If he wasn't trying to sneak peeks at you, then he was shooting glares at Bebe. Oh, how little he knew. Now it all made sense why he shot those dirty looks. Why he was starting to avoid you when earlier in the year he seemed so eager to have lunch with you.

"If he said something that hurt your feelings, I swear I'll turn his spinal fluid into an option at the God damn McDonald's soda fountain." Kyle snarls through gritted teeth.

Oh?

You almost want to chuckle at his reaction, curling your index finger and pressing your lips to the side to stop it from slipping out. "Sorry I was just taken back by all of this. It's not like you to up and grab someone like this Kyle."

He blinks once, and then twice before realizing he's still got a firm grip on you. His face turns red, and he drops your hand like it's hot coal burning his palm.

"Sorry! I just needed to get you away from him, before he said something stupid!" His apology is so cute. The way he won't even look you in the eye. "He didn't say anything stupid, did he?"

"Oh, not much." You shrug and smirk when he lets out a little sigh of relief. "Just that I'm a homewrecker for trying to come in between you two."

"What?!"

"Yeah, something about how I'm stepping up on his man and then he started snapping. Which by the way, great choice in a partner. I didn't know you guys were a thing~." You knew damn well they weren't, not from the way Kyle looked like he was about to explode. Perhaps you were adding fuel to this already raging fire, but if you were honest with yourself. You liked this side of Kyle. The way his eyes darkened and the way his body tensed.

"That fat fucking bastard. I'm gonna kill him!" Just as Kyle was about to leave you in whatever room he dragged you into, you stepped between him and the door putting your arms out.

"Hold on! Just let Bebe handle it, she's got it under control. This is her party."

"She doesn't get to handle him! I'm going to take care of him! It's about time someone put him in his fucking place!"

"Kyle. It's Bebe's party. She can just kick him out and we can go back to having a good time." You place your hand on his chest, trying to guide him back to where he was standing.

He wants to, he really does. The feeling of your hand on his chest almost brings him out of his anger. But your words keep echoing in his head. Eric's stupid plan almost cost him everything, again. "You don't understand! He does this all the time! I'm tired of him getting in the way! She doesn’t get to take this from me to!"

No, he didn't mean that last part, it's not Bebe's fault. He knows that. It's not her fault he can't think straight around you. It's not her fault for wanting to be around you, he can't blame her for that. She probably just sees everything he sees. How wonderful you are, how you light up every room you walk in. How, even now, you're trying to keep the peace and save Cartman's life. Anyone else would have just let that man to die, but here you were Eric Cartman's guardian angel and he didn't even know.

"Bebe? She didn't do anything! What could she have taken!?"

"She's always around you!"

"You mean like you and Stan?"

"No! I mean- it's different! I'm not dating Stan!"

"I'm not dating Bebe!"

He blinks again and it's like he's been hit with cold water. The adrenaline in his veins dulls down to a small buzz. The headache in his head reminds him that it's still here and stronger than ever because of the yelling.

"What?" He asks in a softer tone.

"I'm not dating Bebe!" You yell back as you move your hands off his chest. You cross your arms over yours and give him the most bored look he's ever seen on a person. One that would give Tucker a run for his money.

"Then...why is she..."

"She's gay Kyle. You think you're the only one who gets roped into their friends’ stupid schemes?" You roll your eyes and smirk at him. "She's been trying to make this one chick in our science class jealous."

"Oh."

Fucking oh. That's all he can say. It takes everything in his power not to jump out of the window behind him and just leave town. He could change his name and skip a few states. Grow a beard and shave his head, you'd never see him again and he'd never have to answer for this moment. But his legs feel to heavy to move.

"Yep~! But...it's nice to know you and Eric aren't a thing." Your voice breaks him right out of his little pity party. "You can do so much better."

It takes him a second to realize that you've closed the gap. It's when he feels your fingertips trailing up his forearm, brushing against the veins popping out, that you're touching him. When you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, he gulps. Trying to swallow that weird lump in his throat.

"If you're so worried that someone else will snatch me up, why not confess to me right now? Unless...I'm reading this whole situation wrong." You move your hands back just as they reach his shoulder blade, and his hand twitches by his side. "Then I can just go back downstairs and ask McCormick for a dance~"

Your back hits the wall as Kyle's resolve finally breaks. His lips crashing down on yours with such a force his teeth clack against yours. It's messy, consuming, and heated.

You can taste the jealousy on his lips.

When you kiss him back, his hands have your wrists pinned to the wall next to your head. Lips locked onto yours and moving against yours with such a frenzy. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You respond by biting his back, pulling a moan from him.

Kyle's tongue pushes past your teeth and into your mouth. His tongue meets yours feverishly, twining around in a rushed dance. Your hips roll up against his, the same ones he couldn't take his eyes off of a minute ago. A minute ago, he was breaking his cup because of how jealous he was of Bebe, and now he's got his tongue down your throat pulling the sexiest moans out of your mouth. He devours every one of them until you break the kiss.

His brows furrow before he realizes you broke for air. Your chest heaving as you try to take in as much as you can. You’re rushing to get back to his lips and it almost brings a smile to his face. Kyle cups the side of your face letting his fingertips trace your jawline.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out at Bebe like that. She's your friend and I should've just talked to you."

"Hm-mm~" You nod up at him still trying to recover from the small make out sesh.

"And... you’re right I should just confess that I really want to date you. That I've liked you for a while now. This isn't how I wanted to do it but...I'm not complaining." He whispers against your lips.

"You're so hot when you tell me I'm right." You press a kiss onto the corner of his lips. "Apology accepted handsome. Now do it right."

Kyle chuckles and brushes his nose across yours. The tip of his nose slides down the bridge of yours just as his lips over yours, dangerously close for another kiss. "Hey. You wanna go out with me so I can stop being jealous all the time."

"Hm..." You pretend to think about his question for a moment making him smirk. He tugs you against his body reminding you that you're trapped against him and the wall. It pulls a laugh right out of you, and you run your fingers through his hair. "Yeah handsome, I'd like that. Just like how I'd reaaaaally like it if you kept kissing me."

Kyle laughs and his lips find yours again. "You really think I'm handsome?"

"So handsome. You walked in with that green flannel and tight shirt, I wanted to rip it off you." You're able to get all of that out in-between kissing him, not willing to break the contact for too long.

"Fuck." Kyle's hands fall to your waist and squeezes it in return. "I wanted to take this slow. Do this right but you're making it so hard."

"I know I can feel it. It's poking me."

"That's not what I meant! Shit! I'm sorry I- oh fuck." He hisses when you roll your hips against him.

His cock is stained against his zipper, the tent in his pants is hard to miss. Nothing could have prepared him for the way you rolled yours against him. He could feel your erection sliding up against his thigh, the material of your jeans working against his.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" Kyle's head starts spinning when your hands slip under his shirt and your fingers slide down the front of his pants. Your palm pressed against the v that dips down.

The way your name comes out of his lips in a breathy whisper almost makes you pull his pants down right then and there. How can you expect him to answer you clearly when your lips are pressing the softest kisses down his throat. "I don't want you to feel like y-you have to."

"Kyle. I want this. I want you. Please don't make me beg for it." How can he say no? Not when your fingers are already playing with the button of his pants. Fingernails tapping against it, rubbing circles around the only thing separating your hands from his cock.

Kyle has no composure left; he's starting to feel his cock ache. He nods down at you and goes to pull his pants open. You watch him with a look of hunger in your eyes, watch as he slides his pants down and listen to the way his breath catches in his throat. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock springing out of his boxers, bobbing when his tip catches on the thin material.

"Hey Ky."

"H-hm?" He's not able to keep the shakiness out of his voice when you wrap your hands around his cock and sink to your knees.

"I want you to fuck my throat." His heart stops momentarily when you talk.

It returns twice as hard when you begin slowly pumping his dick, hammering against his chest each time your fist slides down and grips the base of his member. "Are you sure sweetheart?"

That's new. The way Kyle calls you that makes your heart pick up. He watches as you move to get comfortable on your knees, his eyes burning down at you. The height difference isn't so bad but it's just enough to where he has to bend down a bit to run his fingers through your hair.

"You really want me to beg for it." He does. He likes the thought of you begging for his cock, the thought of your mouth watering just to get a taste of him. So, he answers you with a little grip on your scalp, fingers wrapping around the locks of your hair.

"Oh~! Fuck! Please!" And he's right, the way you beg is so sweet. Kyle groans and tugs your head back causing you to arch up towards him. Forcing your head up towards him.

As your mouth parts to let out a pretty little moan, the head of his cock presses against your lips. The pre-cum the leaks out of the slit coats your lips, and then your tongue when you let it fall out. Kyle's dick twitches against your little kitten licks before he lets it glide into your mouth. He never could have imagined how amazing it feels to have your red swollen lips wrapped around his length.

Kyle reaches out and traces your lips with his fingers, your lustful gaze watching his every movement. A thick strand of saliva coating his fingers before he pushes his cock into your warm inviting throat. He rocks his hips against your mouth slowly at first. Each time he pulls out more saliva gathers at the base of his cock.

You try to take as much of Kyle as you can, the soft sounds of you gagging through the wet thrusts feels messy. It was sloppy and so incredibly hog. Watching the red head lose himself, the restraints he put on himself snapping with each long glide against your tongue. Not long after you hollow your cheeks and continue to suck him off, does he finally break. His hips snap forward thrusting into your mouth faster.

Kyle is so pretty. His lips parted slightly as he struggles to bite back the moans, you're pulling from him. The hand that's no longer tracing your lips is pressed against the wall, holding him up so his legs don't give out.

What has you weak in the knees isn't the way he's got his hands in your hair, pulling your mouth down the length of his cock. Holding it there for a moment only to slide you right back off. Or the way he's using your throat to chase his own high, his thighs flexing under the touch of your palm. It's the way he's kept eye contact with you this entire time, the way his eyes are watching every little thing you do. No matter how intense it all feels or gets, he can't break away.

You have him in this trance that only seems to break when he feels himself getting close. When he tries to pull away, he feels your hands grab at his thighs, a small moan pulled from him again when you dig your nails into his flesh.

"Fuuuck...Sh-shit I'm cumming!" How sweet of him to give you a warning. With a hum you shot him a wink.

That did it. The little gesture was too much for Kyle. A shiver that feels oh too good shoots down his spine as thick ropes of cum spill into your mouth. Kyle pulls out after some time, carefully holding the side of your face as you drink down the bitter climax.

You raise to your feet with a smile, as he takes his hand away to tuck himself back into his pants. Once he's finishes, he cups your face and pulls you back towards him.

"That was...you're incredible."

"I know. But it's nice to hear." You chuckle as he pressed another kiss into your temple. "Don't think I'm done with you yet handsome. Say you walk me home and we enjoy the night to ourselves."

"I think I'd like that. Wanna sneak out the back?" With a grin you take his hand and lead him out of the room. Kyle will never ever admit to Eric that his plan somehow magically worked. But when the time comes for Eric to collect that one fifty, Kyle will make sure he gets it. At least then its bragging rights.

51 notes · View notes

sashi-ya · 2 years

Note

Yesss thank you so much for this event!!!!! I love the idea the moment I saw it teeeheeee Can I please request Law x female s/o with the prompt Relaxing with Law before Mugiwara-ya arrives. Possessive NSFW and start off with Law seeing s/o cooking for the first time and it smells good 😁😁😁😁 THANK YOH SO MUCH!!! Your the absolute best!!!!

Hi sweetie!! So, here I am with a super tasty and spicy fic!! I hope you liked it and also pardon for the ending, you will see what I mean once you get there 😂 thank u for your support! You are amazing!! love u! 💖~

~ 🌸 Cherry Blossoms Over Wano Event 🌸 ~

Nsfw~ Trafalgar Law x F! Reader ~ Relaxing With Law (Before Mugiwara-ya Arrives)

tw: Possesive Law. Kinda of food play. Worshipping law as a fucking god. Oral. Face sit. Jerking off. Vag unprotected sex. Sorry for the ending, it was just so tempting, you know I love to bully my baby Law 😂

wc: 2.5K

Like this event? masterlist 🌸~

Penguin, Bepo and Shachi were gone as they were trying to confirm if indeed Mugiwara had arrived yet in Wano. No, it’s not like Law was desperate for it, in fact, it was quite the opposite to be frank. And so, because Penguin is the one who cooks for the crew and he wasn’t there, it was your time to cook for the captain.

As Law spent his days relaxing -a so needed time for himself- under the shadow of a precarious tent, it was a pleasure for you to cook for him and spoil him a little bit, you know, to make his calming experience even better. Truth is that the way he laid on his back, one leg resting over the other with that black kimono and the fact that he actually thought nobody saw his thighs -and even further-, was a holy image you wanted to witness as much as possible…

“What can I cook for him?” you think, trying to create a gourmet menu out of a few provisions you had left. “I know he loves onigiri, but again? he must be fed up with it.”

You keep deliberating the menu, until you see some fishes -that looked hidden, but you thought Penguin had put them there so Bepo wouldn’t eat them during the night- and remember Law’s second favourite food was no other than grilled fish.

Once the scales were off, and the fire was put up, the sizzling sound of the bittersweet sauce over them and the delicious scent can be sensed all around. Law, who was still inside the tent, decided to stand up and peek his nose off to see what that delicious smell was.

“Oi, (Name)-ya… what are you doing?” he asks, scanning your movements from head to toes.

“Cooking, Captain. Since Penguin won’t be here to cook for us today, I’m taking the lead. Are you hungry?” you ask, with a sweet smile on your face while stirring some vegetables to accompany the grilled fishes.

“Oh… I see. It smells delicious, what is it?” he says, as he stands up and brushes his kimono down. You giggle, because he seems interested and frankly, spellbound by the smell of your cooking.

He comes closer and tries to see up your shoulder but you cover it up. “Ah, it’s a surprise captain! Don’t look” you joke, earning a frowning from him, yet he insists. “Come on, I wanna know” he says, putting one of his tattooed hands over your waist.

You squirm a little, was Law really touching you?

“It’s not that I’m gonna poison my captain” you tell him, picking some veggies with the chopsticks from the pan that rests over a bunch of burning logs. “Open big” you say, getting the food closer to his lips. This is not a normal thing between him and you, but still feels like Law is enjoying this silly game for now. Maybe being alone makes him feel less shy.

Law opens his mouth, waiting for the delicious preparation to land on his tongue. You softly let the veggies over it, allowing him to get the flavour to invade his senses. He still has his hand over your waist, and the very moment he starts chewing he squeezes your flesh subtly.

“Mhh, why aren’t you the one cooking for the crew? Penguin cooks well, but this is top quality” he utters, with eyes closed, savouring the food. Short of breath, you giggle. His presence feels so overwhelming, knees fighting to stand still. Having Trafalgar Law, the handsome pirate, the Surgeon of Death, your captain so close, feels both heavenly and paralyzing.

Grey, icy, steely eyes fixate on yours, and a smirk forming on his countenance blesses you. “More” he mumbles, “I want more.” You, at this point are absolutely lost, you are not sure if he indeed wants more food, or…more meanins… you?

“D-do you want m-more?” you stutter, moving back to your cooking position, fixing your eyes in the pan before you, avoiding the pressure of his gaze on you. “Yes, please? It’s really delicious and I don’t know if I could wait until it is ready…” he says and places his chin over your shoulder “I’m really hungry, and you are tempting me” he finishes it up, whispering.

That husky voice, so low and sexy, makes your stomach fall to the ground. Lightheaded by his touching, dizzy by his voice, squeezing your thighs together as the normal reaction to an intense arousal, you nod and pick up this time a piece of fish for him to eat.

He opens his mouth, still with his chin over your shoulder, feeling the warm breath next to your neck as he tastes another bite of your food. “Mhhh, please this is so delicious, (Name)-ya! Is this grilled fish? My favourite.” You giggle, trying to lower your heart beating a little because you are sure he is almost able to hear it at this point.

But also, you are sure Law is playing with you… He is testing and teasing you, and you won’t hold back if that’s the case…

“Maybe I should start helping Penguin in the kitchen when we get back to the submarine, huh?” you ask him, after reuniting the courage to speak. He looks at you with his typical side look and places his other hand on the other side of your waist. “Why? Wanna spend more time with him, hm?” he suggests, with a subtle jealous tone. “Maybe, Captain” you mumble, smirking while you keep steering the greens with your spatula.

Law, who apparently has a possessive side you’ve just discovered, seems to get a little more “intense” and violently brings your ass closer to his crotch. “You are cooking only for me from now on, and that’s an order from your captain” he whispers, close, so close to your ear. “Are you ok with it?” he asks, as if he was trying to ask something else.

“I can be your personal chef, Captain” you mumble, feeling now how hard he is turning as he gropes you from behind. “Heh…What a good subordinate I have” he says and passes his hand around your belly up until the tie of the sash that holds your kimono closed.

You widen your eyes, is he really leaving you naked in the middle of the forest where you are staying and cooking for him?

Yes.

He slides the kimono from your shoulders to the floor, exposing your nudity, making you feel a warming sensation on your lower belly that you are not really sure if it comes from the fire in front of you, or inside you.

Law bites your shoulder and snakes his arms around your waist. Arms crossed, hands hanging loosely under your belly button. “Cook for me, come on. Cook and feed me” he demands, and you accept. Finishing setting up the whole plate absolutely naked, with him attached to your back, feels surreal… but would you say no to such an experience with Trafalgar Law? of course not.

“Captain, it’s ready” you mumble, with hot cheeks. “Then let’s go and eat it” he says, letting yourself go and immediately grabbing your hand to take you to the inside of the tent. You walk like a nymph carrying an offering to a god, the subtle breeze of the spring side of Wano kisses your skin creating goosebumps as you follow him.

Once inside the opened tent, Law takes off the bordeaux cape and throws it on the ground, he then, shamelessly, flops into it. Back resting over the ground with his legs crossed and his arms under his head. He looks like the God the nymph was going to feed… and indeed, that was exactly what he wanted. And you, you too…

You kneel next to him, with the plate over your lap and slowly commands him to open his mouth. The first bite goes in, he relishes at the taste of the wonderful grilled fish. The second, and the third too. The fourth bite leaves the commissure of his lip stained, he looks at you with a smirk, pointing at the place with his index. Unsure, you take your finger, but he denies it. “Ah ah, you should clean this with your tongue”

And there you go, leaving the plate on the floor next to you, bending over to lick clean his lips. The tip of your tongue touches his mouth for the very first time, you are literally licking your captain’s lips.

Tasting the savoury flavour of your food out of him feels even more delicious, and the way he has passed his hand under your belly up until your core is killing you. “Let me taste the dessert too” he says, fingering you up and down why you remain still on all fours.

Taking his finger off you and taking it back to his mouth, he sucks it. “Ah, just as I expected. The dessert tastes even better than the main course” he utters, closing his eyes. You, out of breath, are already shaking by the bits of pleasure that he gives you and takes from you.

“Come here, come on… serve me dessert straight from the plate” he tells you, making you stand up and guiding you to sit over his face. You shyly kneel over his countenance, but you are not able to go at your own pace, oh no. Law, after biting the inside of your thighs, pulls you down making you land over his mouth.

Your palms rest over his tattooed chest, and as he eats you out slowly, he unties his own kimono. The humping movements you little by little make, slides his clothes to the sides. What a beautiful depiction of perfect human anatomy you have in front of you; his whole tensed torso, lean and muscular, tanned caramel skin inked like a work of art, pierced nipples, the prominence of his hip bones, the black happy trail from his belly button and the semi covered hard sex that twitches every time you moan while his tongue and his goatee graze against your clit.

Law’s hand reach for his hard sex, and as he now eats you out mercilessly -and you press yourself harder against him on and on- he starts jerking off, violently. His other hand rests and pinches your nipples while you ride his face and throwing your head back the immense pressure building inside your lower stomach, releases. “Fuck… fuck, fuck Law… Don’t stop…” you moan, loudly reaching climax and sure you are bathing Law’s chin in your arousal elixirs.

"Thank you, (Name)-ya, I was thirsty" he jokes as you stand up. You look at him embarrassed, still panting, with trembling legs and blushed. "S-sorry, captain" you mumble.

"Sorry? Do you think this is over? Now that you are mine, we gotta seal the deal definitely" he smirks, standing up and allowing his yukata to fall into the ground.

Face to face, he licks your lips with the tip of his tongue and you can feel his dripping dick softly slapping your entrance.

Law attacks your mouth shortly after, and like an animal in heat his kisses are feral and lustful. His fingers squeeze your cheeks as he commands for you to stick your tongue out. He sucks on it and once he is satisfied, he pushes you on your knees from your shoulders.

"You want some dessert, don't you?"

"Y-yes… Captain" you mumble, gloating at the salty precum drops now drizzling your lips.

You don't have to wait for him to tell you what to do, because his red, twitching, hard sex is as tempting as the sweetest dish.

Your cheeks stretch when you eat him up, one hand on his right hip bone, the other at the base of his dick. Up and down you jerk him off while you taste him, deep, so deep it hits your throat and makes you gag. Gags that makes Law tremble and grunt. Sometimes you look up, amazed by his expressions, the way he bites his lips and sometimes how he caresses your hair back to get it out of the way.

"(Name)-ya… I- I'm…" he stutters, unable to even speak and you are so sure he is about to cum. Avid to taste his release, you speed up your strokes as well as the way you lick his tip on and on and on.

"Ngh…no. Let me fuck you first" he painfully expresses, pulling you up and passing his arm under one of your legs to lift it up.

You allow him to do whatever he desires with your body like his own personal doll.

Dick still shiny by your saliva, grazes your clit in a sweet needy dance before penetrating you. You wine, loudly, resting your forehead on the crook of his neck, feeling how your walls take him inside without mercy.

Hips that gives you hard thrusts, hammering motion, your whole body weight resting on his arms since you have become weak by the pleasure of him fucking you.

Both about to climax, you ask again for him to never stop, and of course he never does. "Want you even deeper, Captain" you moan, lips pressed against his. "Deep? It's got to be deeper, then" he says, possessed by the need to impale you up until your stomach.

Law moans, you grunt, clenching walls to throbbing shaft, nails carved on each other's backs. Climax, ecstasy. Sweet release, warming fulfilment…

Law relaxes, while you do too tracing the lines of his tattooed heart on his chest. Legs interlocked, his soft, slender surgeon fingers trace a fine line through your spine, up and down. "What a good meal, (Name)-ya… I want you to cook for me, from now on" he lovingly says, making you smile and kiss his chest.

Everything seems so peaceful and relaxing while waiting for Mugiwara-ya to arrive that it feels like heaven… until a big explosion in the far catches your attention.

Quickly you get dressed, and soon Bepo and the guys arrive giving Law the news… Mugiwara-ya and Roronoa-ya were already in Wano creating ruckus.

"MUGIWARA-YA!!!" Law grunts and starts walking off the tent with his classic eternal stressed frown. You cover your mouth as you watch him go and Bepo run behind him shouting "Captain!!!".

But soon Law stops walking. He takes his hands to his belly, squirming and crossing his legs. He shambles himself anywhere else all of a sudden with a clear painful expression.

"What the fuck?" You ask Shachi and Bepo who were as confused as you.

"Oi, (Name)... what did you cook?" Penguin says, inspecting the fish bones over the pan.

"Grilled fish! I found the ones you were hiding from Bepo, sorry" you tell him, scratching your head because you didn't ask for permission to use those ingredients.

Bepo screams in pure distress. "NAME! THOSE… I… THOSE WERE SOME FISHES I HID FOR MYSELF… THEY ARE FROM… HERE… FROM THE CONTAMINATED RIVER!!!"

"FUCK, I DID POISONED MY CAPTAIN AFTER ALL!!!" ~

410 notes · View notes

lokiprompts · 2 years

Text

Worrywart - Loki x Fem Reader

Summary: A panicked Loki is literally my favorite trope so he worries over his little mortal like crazy. Super self indulgent since I just had my period...but super fluffy.

Warnings: Menstruation & Blood.

Words: ~3.5k

Your boyfriend Loki worried about you even during the best of days. Your relationship was relatively new, just a few months, but during that time you went from his little mortal to his little love. But as he fussed and doted on you, it was obvious that your mortality was always at the forefront of his mind.

Not that you minded the fussing, though. Honestly, you were downright spoiled, and you were soaking it up like a spoiled sponge. Every day he poured his affection on you with little thoughtful gifts, peppered kisses all over your face, romantic confessions of love, and his eyes…oh the way he looked at you! You were the light of his life, the center of his whole world and you bathed him in your love just as fiercely. Every day, your fingers combed through his hair as he read and, quite literally, purred, and he swore up and down that you made the most amazing meals for him. ‘A goddess of the kitchen’, your prince always said. But most of all, you always reminded him how loved he was and that he was worthy of that love. And the way that he clung to you every day, embracing you so tightly that you were almost smothered in his love, just told you that was exactly what he needed the most from you.

So, you let him fuss over you. Even on days when it felt a tad smothering; and frankly, ‘a tad’ is being overly generous.

“Darling, make sure you dress warm. It’s cold out there!”

“Have you eaten anything? You must keep your strength up!”

“Are you well rested? How have you been sleeping, my little love?”

Most of the time, you thought that his constant check ins were endearing. It showed he cared and that he wanted the best for you. But when he was worried? Oh, that’s another story. Thankfully, there weren’t too many instances where his worry went to ridiculous levels since you haven’t been officially a couple for very long. But those few instances were burned in your brain and now you wanted to make sure he never worried like that ever again.

First, it was when you were diagnosed with a gluten allergy. Stomach pains always plagued you and it took numerous doctors and tests to finally diagnose you. And when you shared that with Loki, all bets were off. Immediately, he darted to your cupboards and started to toss any offending foods into the trash. It was hours of him scouring the ingredients of every box of food and him directly asking you about non-packaged foods, over and over again.

“No, Loki, vegetables and fruits don’t have gluten in them. Those are safe!” He eyed you, and the bag of clementine’s in his hands with suspicion before placing them back in the refrigerator.

Then Thor offered you a cookie.

Everything happened in slow motion. Thor’s outstretched hand, holding the delicious gluten filled treat, and you reaching out for it. A stomachache would be worth it, you thought, as your mouth watered. Loki hadn’t let you cheat all since finding out and oh, did you miss those foods. Why did everything tasty have to contain gluten?!

In a flash, Loki was by your side, and unceremoniously smacking the cookie out of Thor’s hand and grabbing his older brother’s collar. Loki’s nose flared as his eyes burned with unparalleled anger. Even though you had explained to your sweet godly boyfriend that you were one of the lucky ones that didn’t have a life-threatening allergy, in Loki’s mind, Thor just endangered your life.

“Thor, you oaf! She is allergic! She can’t have that!” You just rolled your eyes and placed a gentle hand on the young prince’s bicep. Turning to you, his eyes immediately softened, and he released his older brother. The rest of the night was pretty much Thor profusely apologizing and you constantly reassuring him that the allergy wasn’t ‘that bad’.

Then there was the infamous nosebleed.

Dinner started so innocently. You were showing Loki around the kitchen, since being raised a pampered prince left his cooking skills seriously lacking. He desperately wanted to learn how to cook for you since you often cooked for him. The sweet thing, he is. You sat across from him at your little two-person bistro table, exchanging sweet smiles and easily flowing conversation like always until your eyes caught the look of utter horror on Loki’s face.

Immediately, you dropped your fork and reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze as you asked him what was wrong. All Loki heard was static as his eyes remained fixed on the trickle of blood that was dripping down your nose, almost touching your perfect lips. Frozen in panic, the once silver-tongued god was at a loss for words as his mind began to convince him that you were dying. Thankfully, you caught his gaze, and you wiped your nose with your napkin.

Your action seemed to snap him out his panicked state and he instantly went to your side, crouching down beside you and cradling your head between his large hands. Gentle caresses from his thumbs soothed your cheeks, as you got lost in his worry filled eyes.

“Darling, what’s wrong? Are you ill?” You placed your hands on top of his, and your own soft thumbs stroked over his calloused skin.

“Loki, I’m fine – I promise you. It’s – “ A scoff from your dear boyfriend cut you off and one of his hands moved from your cheeks to, quit firmly, grip your chin. Tilting your head every which way, he thoroughly examined your face with furrowed brows, trying to figure out what the Hel was going on with you. The look of pure dread and worry never left his face as you let him manhandle you in hopes it would ease his panic.

Surprise, surprise, it didn’t.

“Darling, I am going to insist that we see Dr. Banner. It is not good for mort-...” He stopped himself, and with a hard swallow he continued, “It’s not good for humans to spontaneously bleed like this. Something is wrong.”

Again, you took his hands in yours as you tried to explain to him that the dry air brought on by the recent cold weather affects your sinuses. Nothing a well-placed humidifier can’t fix. But this explanation only seemed to make him worry more.

“So, the air makes you bleed?!” His head swiveled around, looking about your small apartment in the Avenger’s Tower, at the ‘deadly’ air he couldn’t see or fight. You could see the dread swirling around in his eyes as he thought about how he can keep his little love safe from the unseen. It was your turn to grip his face and bring him back to reality. His eyes continued to dart about, until a gentle peck from you on the tip of his nose finally brought his focus back to you.

“Loki, love, as the human in this relationship, I am the expert here. Please trust me that this is normal for me and nothing a little humidity can’t fix. I am fine, I promise.” Loki seemed to be placated by this, albeit reluctantly. After that, your humidifier ran constantly in your little apartment and Loki diligently kept it clean and filled. And with a smile, you let him.

So, with his predisposition to insane amounts of worry, you didn’t put much of a fight when he insisted you take a nap after lunch. After sharing a quick meal, you both sat on the couch reading, but your eyes were growing heavy as exhaustion overtook you. It was very unlike you to get so tired mid-day and he knew that. But, with a cheeky wink, you blamed him keeping you up half the night worshipping your body to soothe any of his worries. It seemed to work, but really, you had a Hel of a time sleeping last night. Having insomnia was unlike you too, but you kept that little nugget to yourself as your schlepped back to your bed. Cocooning yourself in a pile of blankets, you fell into a deep sleep.

Hours later, Loki found you under the mountain of blankets. Crouching by your side, he gently placed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He was always so careful to not jolt you awake. He was always so considerate; sometimes his sweetness would make you want to cry.

“Little love, it is time to wake up. You don’t want to sleep the day away.” He softly said, still gently caressing your hair. You only groaned and held your pillow tighter. Clearly, you were determined to stay in dreamland. A low chuckle rumbled in Loki’s chest as he took your resistance as a playful challenge.

“Wakey, wakey!” He said, his tone joyful and full of love for you. Carefully, he peeled away the covers from your body and your small frame shivered in retaliation at the loss of your cozy, warm burrow. Loki hated doing this, but he knew you sleeping the whole day wouldn’t be good for you. Still, you didn’t wake.

Loki stood, folding his arms as he looked down at you, trying to figure out a gentle and caring way to wake you. Shaking you awake was his last resort. As his eyes scanned over your body, his breathing hitched and then all breath left him.

Blood.

Your sheets and your pant bottoms were reminiscent of a murder scene. Sticky, red blood was everywhere. You hadn’t been expecting your period and thankfully, you hadn’t experienced one during the few months of dating Loki, sparing him the gore and worry of your normally very heavy periods. Getting the birth control shot routinely made your period pretty much non-existent, but your busy schedule made you miss your last dose. It totally slipped your mind, and if you were awake, you would have put the pieces together. You always had insomnia right before your period, followed by unrelenting exhaustion. All the signs were there, but you missed them all and any opportunity to pre-emptively warn your alien boyfriend who, to your knowledge, has no idea what a period is.

All tact left Loki as his panic drove him to grab your shoulders and promptly shake you awake. Seeing all this blood, and you sleeping so heavily, he assumed that you had lost so much blood that you were on the brink of death. He had to wake you!

“Darling! Darling! Wake up! Norns, please wake up!” His voice cracked, as his eyes started to well up. All he could think about was the fact that you were clearly bleeding out. How long have you been bleeding for? Who did this to you?! The young prince’s heart thudded in his chest as he held back a sob. He had to keep it together for you. He had to save you.

After a few shakes with his godly strength, you jolted awake, and you were greeted with Loki’s panicked face. His panic was contagious in your half-awake state. Your eyes widened and your face now mirrored his fear, which only terrified him more as you both got trapped in a mounting cyclone of panic and worry.

“What?! Is the tower under attack?!” You tried to even your breathing as you gripped tightly onto Loki’s forearms, his wild and worried eyes still bore into yours.

“No, it’s not, but who hurt you? Little love, who hurt you?!” His voice started to get louder as he thought about someone coming into your apartment and hurting you. While you were sleeping and helpless, no less! The pang of guilt briefly invaded his heart as he thought about the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you, but his rage won out. His rage always wins out.

“What are you talking about?” You said, now thoroughly confused, but still scared witless. “No one hurt me! I have been sleeping. Loki, what’s going on?!”

Now, his rage started to fade. The typically brave warrior, a fearless god, was now trembling in fear in front of you. Seeing him like this terrified you to no end. What is going on?!

“Darling, someone must have come and hurt you in your sleep.” He said, his voice shaking and dripping with fright as his hands ghosted over your body, careful not to hurt you any further, “You’re bleeding. But don’t worry! You will be fine. I will take care of you and have you healed in no time. “

Okay, now you were thoroughly confused. You felt fine, but his words were so laced with terror that you felt that he was not only trying to convince you that you were going to be fine, but he was also trying to convince himself. That was until you looked down and saw the murder scene that was your bed and pants.

Oh.

Immediately, you gripped Loki’s face between your hands in hopes of getting him to calm down and focus on you. The poor man looked on the brink of a break down.

“Loki, I promise you, I am fine. This is normal for female humans. No one hurt me.” Now, it was his turn to be confused as his brows furrowed and he removed your hands from his face. But his eyes soften when he saw you mirroring his bewilderment. Oh, his poor oblivious little love.

“Darling, you must have been sleeping so deep, you didn’t know someone hurt you. People are always after me, little love, and I am so sorry for putting you in harm’s way. But we must stop the bleeding,” His voice cracked, as he tried to keep himself together for your sake, “I can’t lose you.”

He leaned forward, likely to try and find the source of the bleeding, but you caught his hands in a feeble attempt to stop him. Shooting you a warning glance, he continued his noble pursuit and started to tug at your pants.

“Loki, seriously, stop!” You yelled, trying to shoo him away, but your mortal strength was no match for his godly power. That was until you started to cry.

This whole situation was horrifying for you. Not only were you embarrassed that this perfect, godly prince found you covered in your period blood, but you overall felt disgusting, and your hormones were raging like an unbridled, psychotic, bitch of a banshee. And now, your flawless boyfriend was trying to peel off your clothes and expose more of repulsive bleeding self and you just couldn’t take it anymore. The tears flowed down your cheeks like a waterfall and your body shook with sobs as you let your emotions overtake you. Gods, you felt like a train wreck.

Your tears stopped Loki in his tracks, and he gripped you tight and pulled you close to his chest. Tears were now flowing from his eyes as seeing yours shattered him Apparently, you both were at your breaking points.

“Little love, oh, everything will be okay. You are okay.” He cooed, peppering your face with kisses. Again, you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself.

“Loki, I need you to listen to me.” You pulled away from his chest, to look into his tear-filled eyes, “I promise you this is normal for human women. It is part of our reproductive cycle. When we don’t get pregnant, we bleed through our vaginas. It is messy and gross and super uncomfortable, but I assure you I am NOT dying.”

The god just shook his head, clearly unconvinced at your words when all he could see is the blood that stained the sheets. So, you did what you always did. You gripped his face with your two hands and forced him to look at you. Stubborn as he is, he screwed his eyes shut in retaliation.

“Loki, look at me,” Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and looked at you and you continued on, “You are the God of Mischief, and the God of Lies. Look at me and tell me if I am lying.”

Your tone left no room for argument and Loki did as you asked. He studied you long and hard and the silence between you two seemed to last an eternity, until he let out a shuttered breath.

“Fine. I will accept what you are telling me but seeing all this blood is very unsettling. Are you okay? What can I do?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you looked back at the mess that was you and the sheets. The humor was lost on Loki as he kept his serious expression. He just wanted to help, and you found it so endearing. With his head still between your hands, you gently stroked his sharp cheekbones with the pads of your thumbs. He leaned into your touch and again, let out a long breath. Thankfully, he seemed to be calming down.

“I love you so much, Loki. Thank you for caring so much about me and making sure I am safe. Honestly, I just want a hot bath.”

Without hesitation, Loki scooped you up in his arms and started to carry you to your bathroom. Initially, you giggled at his princely actions, but then you remembered you were covered in blood and oh, gods, he’s touching you! As the realization and disgust overwhelmed you, you started to wiggle yourself out of his arms, but his firm grip held you in place.

“Loki, I am gross and disgusting and you’re touching me! Please, put me down.” Immediately, Loki stopped in his tracks and looked down at you in his arms.

“Little love, you are not gross or disgusting. Never talk about yourself in that way. Being able to touch you in anyway is an honor and privilege. So, let me help you.” Gods, you loved him so much. You leaned up, and kiss him, letting your lips convey how much you truly loved him. And he kissed you just as fiercely in return.

Then, he carried on and placed you on the edge of the tub as he filled it with hot water. With the wave of his hand, the water filled with Asgardian healing herbs. The smell was heavenly. After some convincing, yet again, that you weren’t in fact dying, he gave you a kiss on your forehead and left you to bathe in peace. The hot water and herbs were a balm on your increasingly achy body. The cramps were going to start soon; it was a shock they haven’t yet and so you enjoyed the relaxing waters as long as you could.

A gentle knock at the door pulled you from your relaxed state. Loki called through the door and said that dinner was ready and with a groan, you pulled yourself from the warmth of the bath. You saw a pair of fluffy pajamas waiting for you on the bathroom counter; a gift from Loki with the help of his seidr. You left the bathroom and was greeted by a simple dinner, not at the kitchen table but at your couch. Loki flashed his signature grin and lead you over to your couch, insisting you sit down and make yourself comfortable. He draped a blanket over your shoulders and placed a gentle kiss on your temple. It was clear that he wasn’t a master chef, but the dinner was unmistakably made with love, and it made your heart swell.

But just as you took a bite, a wicked cramp ripped through you, and you couldn’t help but wince. And of course, Loki saw it.

“What? Is the food bad?” He asked, his expression so unsure. And you could only look back at him with nothing, but adoration. He tries so hard.

“No, everything is perfect. I am just starting to get cramps. The painful part of having a period.” Then the next wave of cramps hit you and you groaned, gripping your abdomen. Great. You just calmed down your alien boyfriend after bleeding everywhere, and now he will think you’re dying again.

Out of the corner of your eye, you stole a peek at your sweet prince and just as you suspected, worry was etched all over his face. But, this time, he didn’t let the worry consume him. Instead, he let out a thoughtful hum and lifted one of his hands, green seidr sparking at his fingertips.

“I may be able to help. May I?” You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you knew that anything he did was to help you. You trusted him more than anyone and anything, and so you nodded. Gently, he placed his hand on your belly and immediately, warmth radiated from it. It was like your own personal heating pad and it was incredible. You let out an involuntary contented sigh and Loki couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh.

“This is amazing,” You simply said, closing your eyes and enjoying the love and care he was giving you.

“I may have done some reading on one of your electronic devices while you were in the bath. It said heat helps the pain.” Oh, how sweet.

“Well, it is amazing. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You leaned into his side, fully melting into him now, and Loki greedily enjoyed your clinginess. Worry and panic aside, he could get used to this.

“Little love, I would do anything for you.”

And you knew in. your heart and hearts, he always would.

#loki fanfic #loki fic #loki fluff #loki odinson #loki #loki fluffy drabble #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader

440 notes · View notes

copperbadge · 2 years

Note

I don’t know if you like spice, but I’ve seen you trying different chip flavors and wanted to share what I found while at HEB with my parents! They were super tasty, and exactly as painful as expected. I wanted to eat more, but had to stop after about 10 because my throat was starting to burn with my mouth.

Oh man, talk about snacks I could never eat :D I'm not much on spice, and I know better than to mess with a carolina reaper, but I have to admit a) those look awesome and b) what a great package design.

I do feel a little bitter sometimes about American snack flavors -- we keep going for More Intense Flavor, More Spice, More Salt, and I just can't. Regular Doritos are already a struggle not because they're spicy but because they're COVERED in flavoring and I can't put that much flavoring on my tongue at once. Instead of branching outward into new and interesting flavors like a lot of other countries, we just keep recycling the same 4-8 flavors in increasingly macho packaging with increasingly inedible levels of seasoning, and it makes me sad. There's so little room for Lamington crisps or Hot Dog pretzels because it's all taken up by Cheetos Burn Your Cock Off Hot Puffs, now with Frat Bro Fire Sprinkles. These look so cool in part because they're at least a different KIND of pepper, you know?

Anyway. I am glad you liked them even though if I were in the same room as them I would probably weep. :D

[ID: A bag of "Cheese flavored snacks" from HEB, a regional Texas grocery store chain, labeled "Carolina Reaper Pepper Cheese Puffs" with a heat scale on the front indicating they are spicy hot!]

#food #cheese puffs #heb supermarket

122 notes · View notes

gaslysgirl · 2 years

Note

There is something about Carlos that makes me absolutely fucking FERAL. My top 5 fantasies with Carlos:

1) Just the two of us on his boat in Mallorca, me riding him while we're just off the coast. Sweaty chests pressed against each other, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone, moaning against each other mouths under the blazing sun while knowing we might get seen. It's passionate, intense, and so hot.

2) Going literally all-night-long, in every position possible, him making me cum so many times I lose count. Then we sleep and cuddle the whole next day.

3) Blowing him in his driver's room, making him cum all over his abs and then licking it off.

4) He takes me on a quick getaway to some ski resort in the Alps. He's being super romantic and makes love to me next to the fireplace as it snows outside - the whole time he's worshipping my body.

5) We have a little fight and he makes up for it by eating me out like it's his last meal. He makes me cum on his tongue over and over again. My hand in his hair as I shake and his scruff rubs against my thighs.

I LOVE ALL OF THESE 🤤

1) When the sun is shining down on you two, and he just can’t resist you in your bikini and you just get into his lap, get his cock out of his trunks and just sink down on him. Your knees scrape across the cushions of the lounge of Carlos’ yacht, and you’re slightly tipsy on champagne/wine/sangria and riding him just feels so good. His lips try to capture yours, but only swallow your moans and his heavy breaths and grunts are just making you even wetter. The adrenaline of people maybe seeing you making you ride him harder to scream his name.

2) And he’d have you in so many positions, like on your back, on your knees, on your side, cowgirl. He just watches your pussy clench around him when he pounds you so hard, you see stars. There’s nothing he loves more than watching you gush down his cock, and when you’re so overstimulated he makes you squirt, and he’s still able to go for another round, keeping you up all night.

3) but this scenario would be his favorite tho, where you’re on your knees for him just before quali or a race, and his fireproofs are shoved down just enough to see his pretty cock, all veiny and hard for you, heavy and tasty on your tongue before you jerk him to make him cum on his delicious abs, to lick it off next. He might take a video to rewatch it later, because he thinks it’s so hot.

4) This is where he’d not be selfish at all, like all he can focus on is making you feel good, the whole night, not overstimulated, just making you squirm and tremble on his fingers, his mouth, his cock all night, anyway you want. He kisses every inch of your body, let’s you do whatever you want to do, and any position you wish. And he looks up at you with heart eyes while you ride him in front of the fire place, your tits so gorgeously lit up by the glow of the fire.

5) If Carlos makes it up to you, he makes it up real good. I mean, look at his lips, the tongue, his mouth in general. After a fight you’d be in the bedroom, and he’d come up to you, resting his head on your lap to say he’s sorry, but he kisses down your thighs, takes your clothes down and rips your panties apart to bury his head between your thighs. His tongue savors the taste of your sweet pussy, swirling over your clit and your hole. The first time he made you cum had you shivering, but the fifth time had you in pieces. He loves your fingers in his hair, tugging on the roots while your thighs are burning from his scruff rubbing against your thighs. His deep brown eyes look up at you when you’re about to cum again, and a last swirl of his tongue over your clit is all you need to cum on his tongue again.

#thank you sweet anon #cs #carlos sainz

21 notes · View notes

shisekibo · 2 years

Text

[Event Story] Chapter One - Butler’s valentine

story list | next story ↬

Devil’s Palace

Our story takes place in a large mansion in the Central County: The Devil’s Palace.

This mansion is home to 13 butlers, named the Devil Butlers.

They have been tasked with subduing Humanity’s greatest enemy, the Angels.

They are Humanity’s saviour and yet… They are often hated by those they protect…

Even the nobles they are employed by treat them as nothing more than simple handymen to be used and abused.

14th February

knock knock

click

Berrien:

“Excuse me, Master.”

Muu:

“Wow! You look so cool!”

Muu:

“Are you going to a party or something?”

Berrien:

“Haha. It’s Valentine’s Day today.”

Berrien:

“This is my outfit to celebrate.”

Choices:

“You get all dressed up for that?”

Berrien:

“Yes. That’s correct.”

Berrien:

“The Valentine’s Festival is a very important event for the Nobles.”

Berrien:

“We Butlers are expected to help with the preparations.”

Muu:

“You really have to do everything for them, don’t you...?”

Berrien:

“Yes. I suppose we do.”

Berrien:

“High society is always bustling during the Valentine’s period.”

Berrien:

“The nobles are all looking for partners.”

Choices:

“I see...”

“Sounds about right.”

Berrien:

“However, it is noble society.”

Berrien:

“Many are plotting relationships and marriages to give them more political power.”

Muu:

“So it’s not just some romantic event?”

Berrien:

“No... Not really.”

Berrien:

“However, the balls themselves are always illustrious and fun.”

Berrien:

“Of course, there’s plenty of chocolate being served.”

Muu:

“Ooooh~! That sounds tasty!”

Berrien:

“Muu. You can’t just eat to your heart’s content, okay?”

Muu:

“I know that!”

Muu:

“Oh! Now you mention it, it does smell good!”

Berrien:

“As usual, we’re the ones doing all the preparations.”

Berrien:

“Lono is in the kitchen making chocolate now.”

Muu:

“Let’s go look, Master!”

Choices:

“Okay!”

“Sounds fun.”

Devil’s Palace - Kitchen

Lono:

“Aaah~! So busy!”

Lono:

“Bastien! How’s that chocolate cake going?”

Lono:

“It’ll burn if you cook it for too long, okay?”

Bastien:

“Hm. I don’t know...”

Bastien:

“The colour’s too dark to tell.”

Bastien:

“How am I supposed to know if it’s burnt or not...?”

Lono:

“Huh? Just smell it, duh!”

Muu:

“sniff... sniff...”

Muu:

“It smells good! Don’t worry, Mr. Bastien! It’s baking well!”

Bastien:

“Really, Muu? Thank you...”

Berrien:

“You two are working hard. Lono, Bastien.”

Lono:

“Ah! Master! Mr. Berrien!”

Lono:

“Sorry, we’re rushed off our feet...”

Choices:

“Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s okay.”

Muu:

“I expected no less of you, Mr. Lono! You��re amazing~!”

Muu:

“You’re good at making sweets too!”

Lono:

“Right? I can make anythin’ if I put me mind to it!”

Lono:

“Oh, that’s right!”

Lono:

“Master, why don’t you try this Chocolate Fudge Cake?”

Lono:

“I made it especially for Valentine’s!”

Choices:

“Are you sure?”

Lono:

“I made it so it’s definitely delicious. I want to get some feedback, though.”

Lono:

“Bastien hates sweet food so he’s absolutely useless.”

Bastien:

“Hm. That cake is especially sweet.”

Lono:

“Nobody asked you!”

Lono:

“Sorry, Master.”

Lono:

“I wanted you to try it first.”

Choices:

“O-okay...”

“If you insist...”

I carried a spoonful of the cake to my mouth.

It tasted like a mix of chocolate and caramel.

It was definitely sweet but it still tasted refined. It was absolutely amazing.

Lono:

“H-how is it?”

Choices:

“First class!”

“Delicious!”

Lono:

“R-really? Thank you so much!”

Lono:

“I’m super proud of it! So I really wanted you to have some!”

Lono:

“Hehehe. I’m glad you liked it.”

Berrien:

“You’re so passionate about food, Lono.”

Bastien:

“Master... Try something I made too.”

#story #event #akuneko #akuma shitsuji to kuroi neko #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #devil butler with black cat

24 notes · View notes

qianinterprises · 3 years

Text

Smoke Detector

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

Warnings: burnt food, tears, self-doubt

Scenario 1) when they (you) mess up cooking dinner for the first time.

Summary: you want to make dinner for Taeyong on your anniversary, but to do so requires help from the fourth best chef in NCT. Unfortunately, that isn't enough to stop disaster.

Genre: fluff, minor angst

Author's Notes: I am participating in the ficscafe scenario event! You may be seeing a few of these pop up as I am super excited to write these scenarios! Also, I apologize if this is kinda sucky. I wrote it in one sitting because I just had SO much inspiration, but there's a very good chance that this isn't very good.

Word Count: 2.6k

Tag List: @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

For as long as you could remember, you'd never learned how to properly put on a meal. Sure, you could make ramen in the microwave or throw together a sandwich, but anything involving more technical skills and you were screwed. For that reason, you never offered to cook for your boyfriend, which admittedly made you feel inadequate, but he was so an amazing chef that admitting your lack of skills was embarrassing to say the least.

Taeyong had no idea you had very little talent in the kitchen. You never told him about the time you nearly burnt down your mother's kitchen trying to make tacos or the time you forgot your scones in the oven until they were black as coal and hard as stones.

Taeyong's cooking skills were perfect. He could whip nothing into the most delectable meal you'd ever tasted. And that was daunting.

He should be with someone who he could partner with. Someone who could share the responsibility of the kitchen because you knew, when Taeyong got home after allday of schedules, the last thing he wanted to do was cook. But he did so anyway (unless you'd convinced him to get takeout). He never complained. Never questioned why you didn't cook for him. Never gave you anything but a happy smile and a soft peck on the lips.

Lee Taeyong was just too perfect. So perfect in fact that today, on the morning of your two year anniversary, he had taken the morning off and instead, bounced around in the kitchen cooking up all your favorite breakfast foods before surprising you in bed with them. He had roused you awake and placed the tray on your lap before crawling back in bed beside you and kissing your lips.

“Happy anniversary my love,” he had whispered against your lips.

The morning had been spent enjoying his well-crafted breakfast with sleepy cuddles and a slow, sensual, naked dance beneath the sheets before he had to peel himself away with a promise that he would be home in time to make dinner.

With that, he had left, and you spent the rest of the afternoon fretting. Taeyong had made breakfast. A breakfast that didn't consist of cheerios or toast. He had taken the time to use his morning to whip up a breakfast fit for a king. And now he was planning on two meals in one day!

Your stomach churned uncomfortably, fear gripping your heart. One day, Lee Taeyong would realize that he was too good for you, and then he’d be gone. Off to find someone better for him. Someone like Doyoung, who he could cook with without supervision. Or maybe even someone like Johnny, bigger than him, that could hold him tight and ease away all of his worries.

You were useless. At least, that’s what your subconsciousness whispered in the back of your head.

As two pm rolled around, you were tired of moping. Taeyong deserved someone better. So you would become better. That would just require a little bit (a lot) of help from someone who knew their way around the kitchen.

The first person you contacted was Kun, but when he didn’t respond, Doyoung became the next best thing. Quickly, you sent the male a quick text because you had no idea who Taeyong was scheduled with today.

‘Do you have 127 schedules today?’

Doyoung didn’t take long to text back.

‘Yeah, why?’

Always one to get to the point. But you liked that about Doyoung.

‘Just curious, wasn’t sure who Taeyong was scheduled with today.’

You huffed. The simplest choice went out the window. Had Doyoung been free, you would have invited the male over and had him help you cook a gorgeous dinner. Although part of you was glad you had to go with plan b. Plan b wouldn’t get irritated and yell at you quite as easily as Doyoung would.

‘How’s my favorite Dreamie?’ you sent, hoping Dreams schedules were clear that day because you were running out of options.

‘Jeno’s doing fine? Why?’

‘I’m not talking about Jeno, you nincompoop!’

These boys were going to be the death of you one of these days.

‘Haha, I know, what’s up? What do you need?’

‘Why do you assume I need something?’

‘-.-’

‘Fine. I need your help cooking dinner for Taeyong!’

It took the boy longer to respond and you assumed his answer was no when your phone began to ring. When you answered, he didn’t even give you time for a proper greeting.

“Why do you need my help?” Jaemin asked.

You let out a huff. None of the boys knew your dirty little secret, but you knew Jaemin (or Doyoung for that matter) would help you without an explanation.

“Because I can’t cook to save my life! And he cooks all the time! And I just want our anniversary to be special! Will you help me or not?!”

“How are you dating Taeyong hyung without knowing how to cook?!”

“Jaemin!” you whined, red creeping up to your cheeks.

He let out a breathy laugh.

“I can’t come over. Our managers gave us the next few days off and Renjun and Jeno have barricaded us all in here, but I can help you over the phone!”

Not exactly what you had in mind, but with Jaemin helping you, what could possibly go wrong?

Later on that evening after deciding to make something relatively simple for Taeyong, Jaemin helps you create a grocery list and sends you on your way. Grocery shopping was the easy part. You were exceptionally good at shopping. It was when you got back home that your hands began to clam up as you stood in the center of the kitchen, trying to mentally prepare yourself for whatever was about to happen.

Your phone rang in your pocket as you were shakily pulling a pan out, placing it on the stove. You fished out your phone and answered, Jaemin’s face popping onto your screen.

“Ready to get cooking?” he asked, a wide grin spreading across your face.

“I’m nervous,” you mumbled.

“Oh come on! You’ve got me here to guide you! It’ll be great!” you promised.

Hopefully, he was right.

“Ok so the first thing you need to do is heat up the pan over the stove. While that’s heating, start chopping the vegetables. Just be careful!”

Nodding, you turned on the stove. When nothing happened to sabotage you this early in the game, you let out a sigh of relief and set out chopping all of the vegetables that you’d bought, preparing a hearty, healthy, but tasty dish for the man that never ceased to give you everything you desired.

“Ok, now get the meat out of the fridge and put it in the pan.”

Nodding to him, you slid on a pair of rubber gloves and pulled the hamburger meat out of the refrigerator. Ripping open the packaging, you dumped the red meat into the now sizzling frying pan and let out a small sound of joy when you succeeded in not making too big of a mess.

“Great now-” there was a knock over the line and Jaemin’s attention turned from you to the door.

“What?” he asked.

“We’re going out to the sports bar down the road. Wanna come?” Jeno’s voice asked in the background.

Jaemin let out a whine in the back of his throat.

“I promised (y/n) noona that I’d help her make dinner for Taeyong hyung.”

“Sucks to be you!” the door slammed and Jaemin turned back to you looking like a kicked puppy.

Your heart clenched. Not only did you have to elicit Jaemin’s help in the first place, but now you were keeping him from spending time with his friends and having fun.

“Explain to me everything that I need to do and go,” you offered.

His face lit up immediately and he opened his mouth to speak before freezing.

“But I promised…”

“Jaemin, it’s not that big of a deal! I’ve got this,” you said, hoping he couldn’t hear the way your voice wavered at the doubt creeping into your soul.

“Ok so…” and he rattled off instructions, letting you write them down.

“Now are you sure you can do this?” he asked.

You nodded even though you were positive you couldn’t do this.

“Ok! Good luck! And Taeyong hyung is going to love it!”

With that, the call ended and you were left alone with a pan of rapidly browning hamburger meat and a pot of boiling water.

“Ok (y/n), you got this,” you whispered to yourself.

You didn’t have this. In no way, shape, or form did you have this!

The meat browned too quickly, and while you were trying to get it off the heat, the pot of water boiled over, sizzling and fizzing on the burner You slightly burned your hand in a rush trying to get the lid off of the pot of noodles, but while you were fighting with it, the smoke alarm went off, blaring loudly through the house. Frantically, you trembled as you tried to quiet down the alarm before you realized why it was going off.

The meat had become a dark brown lump emitting thick black smoke that pillowed toward the ceiling. With a little screech, you grabbed the pan of meat and hurled it into the empty sink, rapidly turning the water on and letting it spill over the now ruined meat as you turned back to turn off the stove. However, before you could, the water was boiling over the sides again.

By the time you got the water in the pot to settle, your hair was a mess atop your head and tears had gathered into your eyes at the mess of a kitchen. Water was still running over the burned black meat. The noodles in the pot had secured themselves to the bottom of the pot, refusing the budge, and the vegetables you’d put in the oven to roast had gotten done while everything else had gone wrong. Now they sat on top of the stove crispy with an aftertaste of coal.

Dinner was ruined. But perhaps you’d still have time to order takeout before-

You heard his keys jiggle in the door and your heart dropped to your stomach. Not only had you not succeeded in making one simple meal, but Taeyong was going to see just how awful you were in the kitchen.

You sank to your knees on the floor, leaning against the cabinets under the sink and drawing your knees to your chest, burying your face in your hands as the tears flowed easily now.

“Honey! I’m ho-”

The first thing Taeyong noticed was the smell. The bitter, burnt scent of burning food making his nose crinkle in distaste.

“Babe?” he asked, stepping further into your shared apartment, closer to the kitchen where the smell was coming from.

When he entered, the sight broke his heart.

You were trembling on sobs below the sink, quiet whimpers leaving your lips that only got worse as he moved closer to you. Water was running over a pan of burnt something in the sink and the pot on the stove was scorched. The vegetables on the over pan looked like shriveled prunes.

Slowly, so as not to make you more upset, Taeyong made his way over to the stove and quickly switched off the two burners and the over, all of which you must have forgotten to turn off.

When the stove was handled, Taeyong took another look around the kitchen. Your phone was sitting on the counter by the stove, a piece of paper with hastily scratched instructions beside it. There was an old sweater hanging over the back of the table chair that you must have used to calm the smoke detector that was now dangling from the ceiling by a single wire. The refrigerator was slightly ajar and making a small dinging noise until he pushed it closed. You were crumpled on the floor in the center of all of the chaos, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

With a small sigh, Taeyong moved closer to you. He leaned over you to switch off the water pouring onto the burnt pan before lowering himself to the floor and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Baby, did you try to cook for me?” he whispered.

He already knew the answer to that, but he wanted to hear a response from you. When you only nodded, another whimper leaving your lips, he pulled you into his arms and placed a kiss on your head.

“Why baby? I told you I was going to cook.”

“You cooked breakfast,” you mumbled.

“So?”

By now he was very confused. You never offered to cook. He just assumed you didn’t like to or couldn’t, which seemed to be the case.

“You deserve someone who can cook for you,” you muttered. “You always have to cook and I’m just useless not being able to.”

Taeyong was left speechless for a solid 30 seconds before he was pulling you into his lap, carefully spinning you around to face him.

“You are not useless. Baby, you give me warm hugs and kisses when I get home. You let me be the little spoon some nights when I’m exhausted. You draw baths for me and hold me while I relax. You are anything but useless. You do so much for me that I enjoy cooking for us when I get home. Even when I’m tired I love it. I love seeing your face light up when you taste something you like or watching you bounce in your seat over your favorite foods. I don’t get to take care of you half as much as you take care of me. Let me cook for you baby. I love it,” he said, letting his thumbs gently stroke over your face as he wiped away your tears.

Your glassy eyes looked up to meet his and he was drawing you closer, planting a soft kiss on your water lips.

“I love you baby. And I promise, just because you can’t cook doesn’t make me love you any less,” he said, kissing your forehead.

You nodded and dove into him, letting your head rest against his neck, holding onto him as warmth washed over you.

“I love you too,” you muttered, finally feeling relaxed after hours of stress that came with cooking.

“Who gave you those instructions on the counter? Did they not offer to help you?”

“Jaemin. Kun was busy. Doyoung was with you. I obviously wasn’t about to call you, so Jaemin helped me, but halfway through he had to go.”

Taeyong nodded and peppered kisses along your cheeks.

“How about we get dressed and go to the dinner where we had our first date? Then tomorrow, we’ll spend the whole day together. I might even help you learn how to cook!”

“You have tomorrow off?!”

“Mhm,” Taeyong cooed.

You jumped off his lap excitedly.

“That sounds perfect!” you grinned, dashing off to your shared bedroom to put on something other than sweats.

Laughing, Taeyong stood up and surveyed the kitchen once again.

You had the capabilities of cooking. That much was clear by the seasonings and well-chopped vegetables. Stress and distractions were your issues. And that, he could help you with.

With a smile, he made his way to the bedroom.

It didn't matter if you could cook or not. What mattered was that you were his. And if the ring tucked away in his pocket was any indication, he planned on making you his forever.

118 notes · View notes

brutal-nemesis · 3 years

Text

Forest Day 2021: Un-cursing a Forest Tutorial (Gone Wrong)

Come into the woods with me, won’t you? I promise everything will be super normal and it’s totally not a little over 5k words hahahahahaha

Castys Masterlist

Ingredients: cannibalism mention, plant/animal/body horror (there is a lot of this and it is weird and kind of gross at times so this is your warning), acid burns, i use the word “pustules” multiple times, eye whump, gore, suicide for convenience

Castys woke up to darkness.

His head was pounding, so it was sort of nice, but much less nice when he tried to move and discovered his arms were tied behind his back. Upon further investigation, he realized he was gagged and blindfolded as well.

Great.

He sat up and was just starting to try and get his gag out using his shoulder when a pair of hands grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. He tried to jerk out of their grasp, but a second person grabbed his other arm, and then it was all he could do to keep up as they hauled him to wherever. The ground changed from something solid feeling to something dirt-sounding, and then solid again after the creak of a door opening.

“He’s awake, Chief.”

“Thank you. Just leave him and wait outside.” One of the men kicked the back of Castys’s legs, forcing him to his knees. He was tempted to get up once he felt their hands leave him, but he figured it would be best to just wait and see what the hell was going on for now. Once the blindfold was removed, he tried to look around, but a rough hand grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at his captor, a strong looking woman with her dark hair in a complicated braid. She examined him with concern. “I didn’t think you would look this young.” Her free hand untied the gag, and she gently pulled it out of his mouth. “You are him, and not just some child, right?”

“Nope, just a child. A nineteen year old boy. Not immortal, so I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I never said I was looking for an immortal.”

Castys opened and closed his mouth a few times, blinking. “I-okay that one’s on me. Hooray, you caught me.” He glared up at her. “Now what do you want?”

She let go of him, stepping back and crossing her arms. “I am Citlali, the chief of Nauhiliv’s Hollow. For centuries, my people have-”

“I’m not really in the mood for a history lesson, so just get to the-”

“Either shut up and let me talk or I will gag you again.” Castys rolled his eyes. “I promise it’s relevant, alright?”

“Fine.”

Citlali took a deep breath and began again. “For centuries, the people of Nauhiliv’s Hollow have lived as one with the forest, taking only what we need from its bounty, hunting and gathering from the lands around us. But now,” she looked away, “now the forest is...twisted. What was once a familiar place has become dark and horrifying, and they are now far too dangerous to hunt in. Everyone we have sent in to find the source of the curse has not yet returned.” She took a shuddering breath before looking back at Castys. “You, however, can’t die. So would you-”

“How much will you pay me?”

“Just...this.” She held up a small leather pouch, one that looked kind of like...Castys hurriedly looked down, feeling his stomach twist when he didn’t see the familiar string around his neck.

“You took my-give it back! How did you even find out about that?!” Castys fought to keep his voice even, his fists clenched behind him. That pouch was important to him, it had his rock that allowed him to kill himself easily and painlessly, and it also had...he just needed it, dammit.

“You’re apparently, ah, quite chatty when you’re drunk.” She twirled the pouch on her finger lazily. “So, if you lift the forest’s curse, you’ll get it back. And until then, my other half is going to keep it safe in a pocket dimension, where even a notorious thief like you can’t get to it.”

Castys’s face darkened. “That’s-if you wanted me to help you why didn’t you just, I don’t know, ask instead of fucking kidnapping me and stealing my shit?”

“Because I’ve heard tell that you’re a selfish asshole who definitely wouldn’t help us unless we paid you a ton of money or forced you to. And since we’re not exactly drowning in cash…”

Castys mulled it over for a moment, wiggling his hands against the ropes. “Yeah okay that’s fair. I still hate you, but that’s fair.”

Citlali rolled her eyes. “Are you going to do it, then? Because if not,” she stalked over and grabbed Castys’s chin tightly, forcing him to look up at her, “I could think of a different way you could help my people, immortal.”

“I promise you, I taste terrible.” Citlali flinched back, letting go of Castys’s face.

“What-no that isn’t-I meant I was going to sell you, idiot! That’s so-we’re nowhere near desperate enough to eat…” she shook her head.

“Okay, sorry, I figured if you were desperate enough to kidnap me you were also desperate enough to want to eat me and my infinite flesh.”

“Those two are absolutely not the same level of-look, are you going to do it or not? Because if not I will sell you and keep your precious-”

“I’ll go kill your stupid forest curse thing,” Castys sighed. “Being sold is super annoying, and escaping will be way harder without my rock.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “Can you untie me now?”

“Do you promise not to try to run off? You won’t be able to get your pouch back by force, and this village is surrounded by these cursed woods except for a single, well guarded road, so there really won’t be any point in trying, anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Castys got to his feet after she freed him, rubbing his chafed wrists as he looked down at his very empty belt. “You’re going to give me my sword back for this, right? I know I can’t die but fuck if I’m going in there without a weapon.”

“You can have your sword, and the small amount of supplies we can spare, once the sun rises and you set out. Until then,” she gestured to the door, “let Tlaloc and Meztli show you where you can sleep.”

~~~

Castys took a deep breath as he looked up at the trees towering over him, gripping his pack tightly. They looked like normal trees to him, and he was sort of disappointed that they didn’t look...creepier? He expected this horrible cursed forest to look more horrible and cursed, especially with all the trouble that bitch went through to make him do this. He glanced back, but Citlali and the guards were still behind him, and she waved her hand at him to get going. Sighing, he started walking into the forest, hoping this whole “curse” thing was just some asshole wizard kids playing a trick.

Soon enough, he spaced out listening to the forest sounds. The rustling of the wind in the branches, the chirping of birds, the faint screaming...wait what. No, yeah that was screaming or something. He looked around frantically for the source of it, just now noticing that the trees were...different, somehow. They sort of...shimmered, moving in a strange way. Cautiously, he approached the nearest trunk and studied it. It was...it was moving, the whole surface shifting and crawling, like it was covered completely in bugs. O-kay then.

Moving on.

Castys wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to look for. That chief lady had really just sent him in here with the very helpful instruction of “fix it”, like he had ever un-cursed a forest before. He didn’t know where he was supposed to go, or...where he even was. He’d been trying to walk in a straight line, but the way behind him looked unfamiliar, as if the trees and plants had decided to move around while he wasn’t looking. Well, it appeared that wandering aimlessly was his only option now. Delightful.

Maybe he should do something as he walked along to help pass the time. Not that he didn’t mind walking around in nature, this place was just...he pulled out his rekara, twirling it between his fingers for a moment before putting it to his lips and blowing, tapping his fingers on the slender instrument’s holes to play a stupid little tune. It covered up the faint screaming sound quite nicely, and it eventually attracted a little bird, which fluttered down on a nearby branch. It was a very normal-looking one, with plain brown feathers and cute lil’ eyes.

When it opened its mouth to chirp at him, though, another scream rang out through the forest, so loud it sounded like it was coming from right next to Castys. Startled, he jumped a bit, stumbling back and tripping over a tree root or something, falling right on his ass. Frantically, he looked around for the source of the scream, but there was no one around him, as far as he could tell. “Anyone screaming out there?!” he called as he stood up, but he was met with silence. Well, not silence silence but just...nothing un-ambient. Maybe the trees were screaming. It could be a tree thing.

The bird was still sitting there staring at him, and oh my fuck it’s the bird isn’t it-again, the bird opened its beak, and again, a horrible scream echoed around him. Well wasn’t that nice. A bird that screamed like a person. Castys slowly backed away, hoping the little thing’s only weird quality was the noise it made. Once he felt like he’d gotten far enough away, he turned and ran, and he was only running to cover more ground quickly, not because he was scared, no, a little unsettled, maybe, but not scared.

He stopped to catch his breath after a few minutes, and as he stood there panting, he realized the forest around him had grown even more...strange. The trees actively waved in the air now, though there was no wind, and many of their branches hung limp, like they were made of cloth or something and not solid wood. Their bark still glistened and crawled, swirling into strange, mesmerizing patterns. The leaves of all the plants were different now, too, having taken on a sickly pink color, almost like...light-colored skin. Tasty.

Okay, yeah, something was obviously very wrong and cursed here, but he still had no clue what the fuck to do about it. He’s been hoping he could find...he didn’t know, something that looked like the source of it, like a very giant tree with a hole in it or perhaps a big magic crystal or an evil bear. But all around him were just normal sized haunted trees and no crystals and weird greenish mold and all the plants with their gross fleshy leaves-wait that mold or whatever was new. He crouched down and pulled out his knife so he could poke at it.

Upon closer inspection, it was like...little green pustules clustered together on the surface of the shifting tree bark. He used the tip of his knife to prod one of them, but it burst far more easily than he had been expecting, splattering greenish goop all over his hand, and it burned. Crying out, he dropped his knife and looked frantically around for water or something he could use to get this awful stuff off because dying wouldn’t make it go away so until he got rid of it somehow he was just stuck feeling it burn away his fucking flesh but there wasn’t anything here besides plants and more plants so it looks like that was all he was going to get-

With shaking hands, he grabbed a nearby leaf, shuddering at the fleshlike texture, the warmth, and wiped it desperately over his wounds, trying to scrape away the acidic sludge. It sort of worked, getting the larger clumps off, but he could still feel it eating his damn flesh, if only he had-wait he was a fucking idiot-he pulled out the waterskin Citlali had lent him, sloppily splashing water over his hand, gasping in relief as the pain lessened slightly. Obviously nothing was going to heal the wounds besides dying, but now he could actually do that without the acid continuing to burn him. He reached down into his shirt, feeling for the pouch containing his death rock, but...no, that’s right, he didn’t have it, he’d have to slit his throat like old times. Sighing, he wiped the acid goop off of his knife before turning it on himself.

Castys woke up very pleased to find that his hand no longer had holes in it, but when he saw the leaves he had wiped it on, his stomach twisted. The acid had burned right through them, and the holes were rimmed with red, dripping...it was blood, blood leaking from those fleshlike leaves. Quickly, Castys wiped off his knife and sheathed it, getting to his feet, ready to run the fuck away from those gross acid pustules. But...maybe it was a good sign that things were getting weirder, maybe he was getting closer to whatever the hell the source of all this was. So maybe he should…follow that stuff. It was the only sort of idea on where to go he had gotten this whole time, so it really was his only option, huh? He’d just have to be careful not to touch it.

The streaks of green on the swirling tree trunks, which had darkened to a shiny black at some point, led him, allegedly, deeper into the forest. Wait, how was the green stuff staying in one spot while the trunk beneath it was shifting? That didn’t make any sense, not like anything did here, but still…physics. He studied the nearest tree for a moment, watching its surface move as the clump of acid bubble things stayed still. Though...he could see something between the cracks in the crawling trunk, something long and off-white, like...yup. Trees with bones. Lovely. Shaking his head, Castys resumed walking, deciding to just not question anything ever again.

Things certainly got stranger as he continued. There was a pond where his reflection didn’t have a face, dragonflies with wings that looked like overgrown fingernails, and a herd of deer with skin and muscle so clear that all he could see were their organs and bones okay but what would clear deer meat taste like, so he felt like he was probably going the right way. When he heard a strange thumping sound, like something large walking around, he cautiously moved towards the source of it, poking his head out from behind a tree to see what it was.

It was the ugliest, most disgusting horrible abomination creature thing he had ever seen. It’s main body was the same light fleshy color as the leaves, dotted with clumps of acid pustules, with a mishmash of vaguely humanoid limbs with all sorts of skin tones jutting out of its misshapen body every which way. And it had so many eyes all over, some frantically darting around, some focused horrifyingly on him. But the worst part were all the flowers sprouting it from it, not because they were flowers, but because these flowers had little white teeth in their centers, probably serving as the mouths for this thing since he didn’t see one anywhere else on it. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind cutting this thing to bits in the slightest, it was freaky. He stepped out and drew his sword, watching the monster warily as it shambled towards him. If this thing wasn’t the source of the curse, he didn’t know what would be.

Once it was within range, Castys slashed at it, wincing as a high pitched shriek rang out from one of the flower-mouths. He danced back as it swung at him with two of its arms, their hands reaching out to grab him. This kept on for a bit, him slashing at the monster and dodging its blows, though he’d occasionally make the mistake of slicing a clump of acid pustules, spraying himself with the corrosive substance. When he stopped for a moment to catch his breath, he noticed something...unfortunate. All the gashes he’d cut in the monster were slowly closing, healing that thing up like his attacks hadn’t even happened. He, on the other hand, was covered in acid burns and not sure how much longer he’d actually be faster than this thing. His healing was useless in a fight, since dying left him completely defenseless for a good minute or so.

He had to figure something else out some other-shit, he couldn’t stand still for very long, this monster just wouldn’t quit attacking him. He might have been safe in a tree, but all the ones in the area were pretty much completely covered in that acid stuff, so that was out of the question. Seeing an opening, he lunged, trying to stab one of those fucked up mouths, and he couldn’t help but feel a spark of relief as his blade sank in, knocking out some of its teeth. But his elation turned to fear as he felt something grab his ankle the same moment the mouth clamped shut around his sword. He tried his best to keep his grip on his sword as it yanked him up, but it slipped through his fingers, leaving him defenseless as the monster slammed him down onto the ground, his whole body lighting up in pain.

Over and over, it smashed his body against the ground with inhuman strength. All Castys could do was scream as he felt his bones break, their sharp edges piercing him from the inside. To finish, it threw him against one of the trees, the impact of his body bursting a myriad of acid pustules open, drenching him in the stuff. Castys fell to the ground in a heap, sucking in pained breaths beneath his shattered ribs, and all he could do was helplessly watch through his one good eye, the other reduced to goop by the acid, as the monster raised a foot above him. His mind was screaming at him to go, to run, but he could hardly move, he should just let himself die so he could heal, but he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to just lie still and let this thing step on him, slowly building up the pressure on his already ruined ribcage, forcing ragged screams out of his acid-burned throat, he was going to be crushed but he didn’t want to be, g-get off please it hurts so much why do I have to do this it’s not fair I didn’t even do anything wrong this time please-

Castys came back to pain, sparking, burning agony soaking deep into his flesh. He was still covered in acid, and even with his bones intact now he could barely bring himself to move. But he had to, he had to get up, he had to kill this thing, had to get out of this awful place himself, because there was no other way out, because no one was going to come save him, not now, not ever. Just as he was psyching himself up to try and stand, the monster’s hands grabbed him all over, dragging him off the ground. He tried to squirm out of its grasp, and while it had too many damn hands and he had too many damn acid burns for this to actually be effective, he struggled anyway. As it lowered him towards one of its flower mouths, he tried to at least scream expletives at it, but of course he’d still had acid in his throat when he died so he couldn’t even relish the simple joy of yelling “fuck”.

What would happen to him if this gross monster ate him whole, he didn’t want to find out, but it seemed like he was going to if he didn’t break free. Castys shuddered as the mouth opened wide, wider, impossibly wide, showing off an unnecessary amount of wicked sharp teeth, and oh fuck they were a lot closer to him than he’d thought because his damn left eye was a corroded mess again and all of a sudden there were teeth tearing through his flesh and he was falling, falling into that horrible mouth surrounded by bright purple petals, pointed teeth digging into him, but he felt something, he felt something, hard and rough, and maybe it was his sword, and he could still kill this thing, so he wrapped his burned hand around it, fingers screaming in protest, and pulled, and as much as it hurt, as much as his sword was stuck, he wasn’t going to lose here.

His sword finally broke free with a disgusting squelch, though it felt a lot lighter than he remembered, and just as he pulled it out, the monster collapsed to the ground. Castys somehow managed to worm his tattered body out of the creature’s mouth, and once he was free, he held up his sword so he could stab himself with it, but discovered the object he was holding was very much not his sword. It was a strange wooden carving of a twisted tree, like ones surrounding him, a small bone fitted so snugly inside that it was almost as if the wood had grown around it. Was this...the source of everything? It was the most curse-causing looking thing he’d seen so far, and given that it seemed to be the core of that monster...oh, it was starting to grow flesh. Oh absolutely not.

Castys looked around frantically for his sword, his dagger, anything to break this talisman thing with. The first thing that caught his eye within reach was an unfamiliar axe, but he lunged for it, wishing he had time to kill himself and reset his body’s condition, but there was no telling how much this thing would grow while he was out. If he wanted a chance at ending this for good, he had to do it now. He rasped in pain as he dragged himself upright, grabbing the axe with blood-slicked fingers before he set the cursed object down and swung, crying out brokenly in pain and frustration. After a few clumsy whacks, the talisman broke in two, and the flesh bubbling out of it ceased moving. Was...was it over? It had to be. It had to be. It had to-

Head spinning, Castys fell sideways, the vision in his functional eye starting to blur. He knew he needed...to die...but he just...didn’t have...the...strength…

It was warm...comfortable...but it hurt, and...everything was...itchy. But still, so warm, and that was pleasant, and he found himself leaning into it. It was almost like...

Castys jolted awake, his eye snapping open. He was inside some building, the wooden ceiling above him lit by rippling firelight, in what felt like a bed, his whole body throbbing fiercely, and there was...a hand on his forehead. A hand attached to the village chief, Citlali, who was looking at him with concern. Her face broke into a relieved smile when she saw he was conscious, despite him flinching away from her touch. “So, our hero is finally awake.”

“I-” Castys tried to speak, but his throat was still severely fucked up, in fact, his whole body was. He hadn’t fucking died since he’d passed out, and these idiots didn’t know how his immortality worked, so they’d actually bandaged him up. The feeling of them was totally foreign, if not a little nostalgic. God, he must have looked fucking awful when they found him. He hoped it would make them think twice about kidnapping people to do their dirty work in the future.

“Don’t try to speak; your throat is quite badly damaged. Do you want something to write on?” Castys nodded, and she fetched him a wooden tablet and a stick of charcoal. He considered writing something on the angrier side, but seeing as he still didn’t have his pouch back, and that she had tried to help him...he should probably play nice. He was too tired for any more fighting, anyway.

“If you’d just kill me so I can heal that would be great.” Pausing, he decided he should probably explain that a bit better. “Every time I die I come back to life fully healed. And the most convenient way for me to die is to touch my rock, which I believe I’ve earned back. Unless the forest is still wonky.”

“No, you did break the curse, and I want to thank you for that, because obviously it wasn’t easy. I-” she cut herself off. “First things first, let’s get you healed for good.” She furrowed her brow. “Will healing with these bandages on...mess it up somehow? Some of them might be a little...stuck to your wounds. Should I take them off of you first?” Castys considered it for a moment. He’d never tried to heal with bandages on, but if things went wrong...it might be more painful to have to cut them out of his flesh or whatever. He nodded, holding out an arm.

Citlali was gentle as she unwound the bandages with practiced skill, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell. It felt like she was ripping his damn skin off, and every time his idiot body tried to scream in pain, it tore up his throat even further, making the whole affair even more damnably unpleasant. He could hardly stand to look at the wounds underneath, all pink and red and oozing what he assumed was pus. The worst part, however, was when she removed the bandage from around the remains of his left eye and it pulled a little string of bloody flesh off with it. He screamed at that, really screamed, and he realized he was crying, and he didn’t understand how mortals did this all the time. Citlali didn’t so much as flinch at the gore, the smell, or his pain, and he almost felt embarrassed about how poorly he was handling this.

When she was done, she retrieved his pouch from a nearby table, giving it to him wordlessly. With shaking hands, Castys managed to pull it open and stick a finger inside, sighing in relief as the familiar blackness took him. When he woke up, he was happy to find that there wasn’t any more acid on him, so he was actually fully healed this time. “Thanks,” he muttered, flexing his hands.

“Thank you, you really saved us. I...I know you were forced to, and I know that I shouldn’t have done it that way, but I felt like we didn’t have any other option, and-”

“It’s fine,” Castys sighed, waving a hand dismissively. “That shit was pretty fucked up so I’m not really surprised all the mortals you sent in died. And it’s not like I’m known for my benevolence.” He put the pouch around his neck, where it thumped against his bare chest. “So, did my clothes-”

Citlali shook her head. “They were full of holes and covered in acid, so we asked around and got you a spare set.” She handed him a folded shirt that was similar in style to the pants he’d been wearing when he woke up, and he pulled it on. She handed him the rest of his belongings before picking up the pieces of the wooden carving that he’d destroyed. “Where...where did you find this?”

“Inside the freaky monster with all the limbs and shit.”

“The what.”

“Was its giant corpse not near where you found me?”

“There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary there besides this and some of the weapons and equipment from our lost expedition parties.” She put it down, standing and crossing her arms. “We all felt the shift in the forest when the curse was lifted, and when we went out to investigate, everything seemed just like it had before all of this started. We found you collapsed in a clearing not too far from here.”

“Not too-I feel like I wandered around for hours! Stupid cursed forest.”

Citlali huffed. “Regardless, we found the talisman next to you, but no monster. But if this was what caused everything…” She picked up one of the pieces, gripping it tightly. “I think I understand what happened.”

“That’s great for you, don’t let it happen again.” Castys stood, shouldering his pack. “I...I can leave now, right?”

She looked up abruptly. “Oh, uh, yes, though you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, and we were thinking of holding a feast once we-” she stopped, clearing her throat. “We’d like to make it up to you in any way you can, but I understand if you’d like to leave. I’ll walk you out.”

Part of Castys wanted to stay and get a bunch of free food out of these people, or at least actual compensation for the ordeal he just went through, but he didn’t know if he could stand to be surrounded by these woods for much longer, despite the fact that they were allegedly no longer cursed. He couldn’t fight the nervous feeling in his stomach as walked away, his steps quickening once he and Citlali parted ways. He didn’t really relax until he had left the forest far behind him.

Once he was safe, Castys opened his pouch and reached inside, worming his finger into the secret side pocket that was separated from the rock. He gently pulled out the piece of paper, unfolding it and sighing in relief upon seeing the drawing on it still intact. Not that he’d expected anything to happen to it, but…The memory of the first day of his life, at least that he was aware of, was far more precious than anything else.

Because if he lost it, if he lost that spark of happiness, that piece of who he was that day, he felt like he would collapse under the weight of every awful thing he’d endured ever since.

Castys Cult: @as-a-matter-of-whump @blackrosesandwhump @fanmanga1357-blog @thehopelessopus @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @hearse-song @muddy-swamp-bitch @whumpasaurus101 @yet-another-heathen @galaxywhump @starnight-whump @his-unspoken-words @misspelledwitch

#forest day #forest day 2021 #castys #immortal whumpee #cannibalism mention #plant horror #animal horror #body horror #acid cw #suicide for convenience #gore #eye whump #sorry it starts kinda slow but i just wanted him tied up on his knees #citlali tryna be a lil professional but castys is too much of a lil shit for that façade to stay up #but yeah castys is *about* 19 physically (and mentally. i mean listen to him talk)#sometimes the forest be screamin. or just birds be screamin #stupid idiot boy pokes at acid balls with a knife and gets splashed. more at 11 #mmm who wants to touch a flesh leaf huh 👁👅👁 give it a lick #i didnt know where i wanted there to be bones for a while but we settled on in the trees #if at any point you are like ''hmm this vaguely reminds me of the 3rd boss from RE8 or perhaps the game 'the forest'''#you win those were both sources of inspo <3 #every time the monster ate someone their limbs and eyes would be added to The Collection™#hence the variety of colors there #and i needed weird flowers somewhere so they ended up the mouths cuz eh why not #yeah i like immortals whose healing mechanics arent beneficial during a fight it makes it sexy

30 notes · View notes

kagedaddy · 3 years

Note

Hi! I'm not sure about your rules for asks, but I was wondering if you could do a 'prom-posal' thing for Akaashi, Noya, and Kageyama? Thank you!!

promposal - akaashi, kageyama & nishinoya

Warnings: none

akaashi keiji

kageyama tobio

nishinoya yuu [masterlist]

thank you for the request, is it prom season already? always such an exciting time and one of the best of high school. hehe

It was Prom season and everyone was busy, as seniors it was your class’s job to organise the whole event, that entailed getting the venue ready, the invitations that need to be sent a week before Prom, the stress of picking the right dress and the pressure of finding a date as a senior student you’d hope for Akaashi to be your date but every girl wants him, a girl can dream. Everyone was staying extra hours in school to complete the elements for the venue. “I’m so tired.”you friend groans beside you and you just laugh at her slumped form you had just finished the decorations for today and were heading to your lockers, “At least you know our Prom will look nice,”she nods her head feeling a little bit more motivated.

“(first name) look!”your eyes follow where your friend was pointing and to your surprise on your locker was a single (favourite flower) with a pristine white note attached to it.

You pick up the (favourite flower) and the note, a smile forms on your lips, this person knew that you liked (favourite flower) it was kinda sweet, examining the note for any signs of the sender but there was none, all that was written.

‘hey. i hope you liked the flower. if you want to find out who i am meet me at the courtyard.’

“It’s leading me to the courtyard, should I follow it?”you turn to your friend who had a wide grin on her lips eyebrows wiggling, “You know who set this up, don’t you?”she just smiles at you before bolting for the exit before yelling, “go find your mystery man, he’s been waiting for you!” You shake your head at your friend and begin your journey to the school’s courtyard and your heart was beating rather loudly in your chest, who’d be waiting at the courtyard for you?

Your eyes widen in surprise and your hands fly to your mouth as you gasp in disbelief, standing under the cherry blossoms, a bouquet of (favourite flower) in hand was Akaashi, fucking the gorgeous setter Akaashi Keiji. Oh my don’t tell me my mystery man is the all too talented setter, you walk up the path leading to him, “Akaashi?”his figure whirls to the direction of your voice, you shyly walk up to the male and such a pretty smile graces his lips. “Am I right to assume you’re my mystery man?”you raise an eyebrow, his gentle laugh makes your heart all warm and fuzzy that you have to hold in a squeal. “Surprise!”comes his sheepish grin and you’re swooning, his free hand tucks a stray strand behind your ear, “I’ve never asked anyone to Prom so please bear with me.”he clears his throat and cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink.

“(last name) would you do me the greatest honour of being my Prom date? There are thirteen (favourite flower) to represent the thriteen months I’ve waited to ask you.”his voice was soft and gentle, you felt yourself melt and cheeks burning in embarrassment, he waited that long to ask, you had not expected this. Akaashi Keiji of all people to ask you it was unreal, “Of course I’ll go to Prom with you!”you engulf the tall setter in your arms, Akaashi is taken a back but slowly moves to wrap his arms around you, pulling both your bodies closer.

“You’re quite the romantic Akaashi.”

“Uhh (friend name), will you go to prom with me?”

“Yes Jouji!”your friend throws her arms around the male and you smile at the scene, it was another successful promposal, Jouji-kun had asked you to help him set up his promposal for your friend, he enlisted your help because you were close to (your friend) and knew what she wanted. “I’m so happy (first name), thank you for helping him.”Your friend walks over to you bouquet in hand, you knew she was super happy, she would not shut up about the dream promposal she wanted and you were happy that you were able to let it play out.

“Nee (first name)-chan, do you think Kageyama will ask you to Prom?”your friend pulls her seat to sit across you opening up her bento box, “I don’t think so, it’s Inter-high season so they’ll be busy practicing.”you shrug your shoulders before taking a bite of your lunch, “you’ve been helping plan out everyone’s promposal don’t you want one?”you thought about her words, of course you wanted to get a promposal what girl wouldn’t want? But you had accepted the fact that your boyfriend wasn’t the type to do such sweet acts and he was busy with volleyball no way this would be in his mind. “I mean I want one but I’m fine not getting one! It’s fun to help out you know!”you answer truthfully but deep down it kinda hurt, seeing everyone get asked and helping plan out but it’s okay.

The rest of your afternoon classes flew by and it was time for dismissal, as you were packing up your things your friend hands you a stack of papers and you tilt your head in confusion. “Sensei wants you to bring this to the faculty.”a way too big smile sits on your friend’s face, you eye her suspiciously before brushing it off as happy remnants from her promposal. You accept the stack of papers and slung your bag over your shoulder. Heading for the faculty room, “Ah (last name), thank you for bringing them but I remember asking (your name) to do it.”your sensei thanks you in confusion, that bitch I knew something was up, she dumped her task on me. After biding your sensei goodbye you pull out your phone writing a long message to (your friend) before shaking your head and heading for the volleyball gym.

Your push the large grey doors open, “Sorry I’m la-“you cut yourself off noticing that the volleyball court was empty except for your overly awkward boyfriend who stood in the middle of court, hands behind his back and a nervous smile on his handsome face. You quirk an eyebrow at his odd behaviour but he shakes his head, before you could get a question out he beats you to it. “Uh (first name), can you bring me that ball.”his faces begins to flush red and his voice is not his usual stoic tone, you nod your head and picking up the blue and yellow Mikasa ball. Your boyfriend seems to stiffen more and it’s then you noticed the volleyball had words written across the material.

‘I set this up, it would be a nice kill if you were my date to Prom?’

You read over the writing again double checking if you weren’t imagining things, you look to your boyfriend and he held out a beautiful bouquet of (favourite flowers), you can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face. Clutching the ball and charging towards your very flushed partner. “Tobio, yes I’ll be your date!”you excited throw your arms around him, Kageyama sighs happily and returns your embrace, all of a sudden balloons are falling from ceiling surrounding the both of you it was kinda romantic. Confused you looked up to the balcony to find the members of the volleyball club and your friends fashioning bright smiles and teasing grins. “I knew it, you didn’t set this up yourself.”you tease your awkward boyfriend whose cheeks burn a bright red and you can’t help but swoon at the male, you were thrown for surprise but your were so happy he asked. You couldn’t love him more.

“But thank you for asking me.”

Your joruney to the club room was an eventful one, left, right and centre was filled with Promposals. Prom was rounding the corner and everyone was asking each other as their dates even some of your friends had been asked. You weren’t really fussed about the idea of Prom or getting a date for that matter, you were still excited for Prom it was an excuse to doll up with your girl friends and to drool over the nicely dressed men in your class.

Especially a certain libero.

Sliding the club doors open you plop yourself on your usual table, arms sprawled out on the table, “Oi (first name)-chan anyone asked you for Prom yet?”one of the editors in the club takes the seat beside you, “no, I don’t need a date.”you mindlessly scroll on your phone, social feed filling up with promposal posts, it was gonna be that way till the end of Prom season. “Ayy everyone says that but I’m sure you want one. I can be your date,”he teases you ruffling your hair in the process and you turn to him sticking your tongue out, playfully pushing the male and him retaliating. “Alright kids cut the games, (first name) I completely forgot you need to picture the men’s volleyball club for our big article.”you raise your head to face your club president.

“Awwe does it have to be me? I went last time tor the basketball club.”you pout from your slumped form, you were feeling extra lazy and weren’t in the mood for more promposal encounters. “Yes yes, Shuna is busy with another club so that leaves only you also isn’t Noya in the club why don’t you ask him to Prom.”your president crosses her arms and tries to narrow her eyes at you but you don’t miss the mischievous glint in her eyes, what was she up to?

“Now go!”

“Fine I’m on it!”you playfully salute your president and she just rolls her eyes at you, slinging the strap of camera over your head before waving one last time before turning the corridor towards volleyball gym. Standing infront of the doors it was odd to not here their shoes squeaking on the court but you guess it was because they’ll be taking photos. Slowly lifting your hand on the metal door your rack your knuckles before pushing the door open. The boys all jump in surprise and you looked at them oddly, “Hi, I’m (last name) (first name) from the school’s newspaper. I’m here to take your photos.”you bowed your head introducing yourself, their captain, Ennoshita welcomes you.

The boys seemed unlike themselves today, they seemed more jumpy than normal but you ignored it and thought they were just excited for the photos, your eyes find Nishinoya and boy did he look tasty in his uniform. The Captain moves the boys into their position and you take some candid photos of the club, capturing them as they are. “Alright, I think we’re good.”you nod your head before adjusting them slightly and positioning yourself at the perfect photo snapping distance.

“3, 2, 1”

Just as you snapped the was to be picture perfect photo the five tallest boys all of a sudden held out individual letters, putting the letters together it all clicked in your brain it spelled out.

‘P R O M ?’

“uh, (first name) will you rolling thunder with me all the way to Prom?”a red faced Nishinoya walks up to you, a large (favourite flower) bouquet on one hand and the other rubbing the back of his head nervously, you were taken a back cheeks just ablazed as his. “Yes I would like that.”as soon as the words left your lips the gyms erupts in cheers and Nishinoya jumps in excitement handing you the flowers and trapping you in an embrace. Your ears pick up the sounds of camera shutters and you turn to find the newspaper club members with a shit eating grin snapping photos of the promposal, all the more your face flushes and it dawned on you, they had set you up! But your attention turns back to the Libero, his handsome face adorned with the most cute smile and reddened cheeks, this beats all the promposal you’ve seen. a little bias, maybe.

“I’m so glad you said yes!”

hi hi! i love this really like this idea, it gives me the feels haha! i was only asked to prom once it wasn’t the most extravagant but i thought it was sweet. well hope you guys enjoyed it and gave you the warm feeling haha! leave a like and comment, have a great one! jaa mata!

the late valentines special will continue tomorrow. check out the other specials here [masterlist]

happy birthday akutagawa ryuunosuke 💕

my twitch

all the love xx

128 notes · View notes

jinkicake · 4 years

Text

Let Me Take Care Of You

Bokuto, Kuroo, and Nishinoya with an innocent virgin s/o.

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Nishinoya Yuu x Reader

For anon~ Sorry if there are typos, I hurt my finger and haven’t been able to type as well or as fast as I normally do. I tried reading over it a couple of times but honestly, reading my work can make me nauseous. I haven’t been feeling the best lately, so hopefully this is okay~

S M U T T Y

WC- 1,417

~~~

Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto seems to be very innocent himself, like volleyball is the only thing on his mind so I don’t think he focuses on much else

That being said, he is probably just as much as an innocent virgin as you are LOL

Like of course he gets sexual references and jokes because hello,,,,, porn exists but it would take him a few moments to get it

Bokuto seems like such an airhead so I feel like sexual jokes could go way over his head

He wouldn’t get the joke until ten minutes later so he’ll laugh super loud and be like ‘oooh’ even though it was three conversations ago...

Sometimes you would have to explain the joke to him,,,,

He likes to be very careful and is very thoughtful of his advancements with you just because, even though he is eager to play with you, he wants to do it right. Bokuto wants to please you in the best way possible and doesn’t want to dive into anything blindly

When Bokuto finds out you’re a virgin, he needs to take a step back, he would be soooo gentle with you and always take his time to make sure you feel good

He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable or to push your limits accidentally, he always asks to make sure it is okay with you first </3

Bokuto is just very loving and gentle, virgo thingz, so he will always be soft with you even if he is thinking about fucking you into next year

“I want to do something for you.” Bokuto tells you and you glance at him from the other side of the couch.

“You want to do something for me?” You ask and he nods, reaching his arms out to you so that you’ll crawl into his lap. You do, except when his hands grab your biceps to situate you, he puts you on his thigh instead of on his lap. “Koutarou?”

Bokuto slots his lips over yours and moves his hands down to your hips, his thumbs rub circles over your clothed body and soothe any nerves that are crawling to the surface.

“Let me make you feel good.” He whispers against your lips and you find yourself chasing his lips the moment he pulls away. It becomes very hot, fast. His lips crash into yours and he takes your bottom lip into his mouth, he slowly runs his tongue along the inside of your teeth and sucks on the flesh gently. You squeeze your thighs together around him and rut your hips into his thigh. The friction on your clit is so satisfying and Bokuto finally starts to do what he had originally planned. The hands on your hip move you along his thigh slowly, working a burning pleasure to build up inside of you. “How does it feel?”

“It feels so good,” You moan softly and brush your mouth against his, Bokuto gladly captures your lips once more and swallows every noise you have to make.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Before I begin I would like to acknowledge that Kuroo is horny all the time, next. I feel like I always have to say this as someone who is also horny all the time. hehe

I know I continue to write Kuroo as some freaky sex god even though we all know deep down he is a huge dork,,,, but truthfully he’s both! I know this Scorpio and he’s a nasty bitch~~

Therefore, he would tease you all. the. time.

Kuroo would purposely make sexual jokes just to see you blush and get all flustered

He’s one of those people who thinks it’s hot you're a virgin *clown emoji* like…

I just see him getting off on you being only his, like he gets to be all your firsts

And you’re probably his firsts too like,, come awn this dork is a virgin as well!

Maybe not his first kiss,,,, somehow that’s Kenma LMAO #bestfriendthings

If you ever decide to play him at his own game with dirty pick-up lines, Kuroo would LOVE it and he’d be so flirty with you, he’d just be so entertained. Imagine his eyes darkening and he has that smug smirk on his face, he’d think it's so cute that you’re trying to make him flustered,,,

It works, flirting with Kuroo works ever time and he does in fact become very flustered.

Your eyebrows furrow at the way your boyfriend stares at you, he’s been watching you closely for the past couple of minutes and you almost want to turn away. The popsicle in your hand is melting rather quickly and you try to work around it as you fast you can, licking up the sides of the frozen dessert to make sure none of the sticky liquid coats your fingers. Kuroo watches you with dark eyes and you want to glare at him because you already know what he is thinking about. You continue to ignore him and try to focus on your tasty treat, but when some of the liquid creeps onto your hand Kuroo is quick to grab your wrist.

“Kuroo.” You scold and move the popsicle to your other hand so you can bring it up to your mouth, Kuroo mimics your actions and brings your sticky fingers to his own mouth. His tongue peeks out past his lips and he licks from the bottom of your fingers all the way to the top. Not once does your boyfriend break eye contact with you as he takes your entire digit into his mouth, sucking on it deeply to clean it off. The dessert in your hand ends up on the floor as you continue to watch him and steam practically gushes out your ears when he moans around your fingers. When he finally removes your fingers from his lips he sends you a cheeky wink, his face already falling gracing his natural smirk.

“Ah, delicious babe. You got anything else?”

Nishinoya Yuu

Nishinoya would soooo milk your innocence, omg not in that way…

We aren’t there yet ;-)

Whenever someone says a dirty phrase or joke he would cover your ears and hold you close to his chest, shouting at them not to deflower his little petal

“Don’t say such gross things in front of a girl!” He’d defend and then turn to you with a big grin on his face “Don’t worry (Y/N), I’ll protect you”

Nishinoya acts this way in front of you for the brownie points, just to be a ‘mature and cool’ guy. But we all know him and Tanaka go stupid during every practice

He’s either super fluffy with you or very dirty, there is no in-between

When he gets that look in his dark eyes, you know something is going on in his head. Just know that Nishinoya loves to spoil you.

And Nishinoya has no problem spoiling you

He most definitely calls you ‘princess’, next, hehehe

Baby boy can go from 0 to 100 real quick and I love that about him

“Tsukishima!” Your boyfriend yells as he tackles the first year who is just about a foot taller than him, Nishinoya goes on to scold him and say that he shouldn’t say whatever inappropriate thing he had. Especially since you’re in the gym!

“Noya senpai, you said even worse at practice yesterday-“ The blonde snickers, and Nishinoya pulls at his hair, gritting his teeth. You continue to talk with Kiyoko as you wait for your boyfriend to finish his rounds until the two of you can finally leave. Except, when you and Nishinoya eventually leave you’re not walking home just yet. Nishinoya takes you back to his empty classroom claiming that he ‘left his notebook’, but the second you close the door he is on top of you. His hands rest on either side of your head as he pins you against the classroom wall.

“Princess,” He starts and you suck in a breath as you stare at him, anxiously waiting for whatever he does next. “sorry I had to sneak you away, I just wanted to have you all to myself.” Nishinoya confesses and your heart beats louder in your chest. “You can understand right?”

You immediately nod to answer his question and continue to stare into his eyes, you notice a change. It’s almost like a glint flashes before his eyes darken and he tilts his head to stare down at you. “You’re all mine, always.”

It’s not as if he is asking you, more like confirming his own statement and you press yourself further into the wall when he leans his face closer to you.

“Let me remind you.”

#bokuto kotarou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #nishinoya yu x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #nishinoya x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

1K notes · View notes

atlafan · 4 years

Text

Girlfriend - One Shot

a/n: I have no fucking self control! I was going to save this for Friday, but it’s fluffy and cute, so here we are. If you haven’t seen Charlie Puth’s mv for Girlfriend, I strongly suggest you watch it. It’s so cute, and so is the song, which inspired this quick little piece. Enjoy!

Words: 2K

Warnings: FLUFF!

“Do you want to come over for dinner Friday night?”

It was a simple question that he had asked, and yet he was the one ready to shit his pants. Harry had been seeing Y/N sort of casually for about two months. They had met through mutual friends. It was cute, actually, he was having a pool party and one of his friends brought her.

“Harry, this is my friend, Y/N.” Greg had told him.

“It’s nice to meet you, thanks for having me.” She smiled. She was so cute, and polite. She excused herself to go change into her swim suit, and put her drinks inside.

“Where have you been hiding her?” Harry asked Greg.

“We work together! She’s super funny, thought I’d bring her along. That’s cool right?”

“Yeah, of course.” Harry peered over to watch her walk inside. “Might have to get to know her myself.”

“Good idea, sort of another reason why I brought her. I thought you two would get along well.”

And they did, maybe a little too well because she stayed at Harry’s house pretty late. She was one of the last people there, Harry gave her a tour of the house, they somehow ended up in his bedroom, and one thing led to another. She didn’t spend the night, which was just fine with him, but he did give her his number in case she ever wanted to come over again.

They started doing more things as a group: going to bars, dancing, movies, and game nights. Most nights ended the same, going back to one of their places and shagging.

“You know…I wouldn’t hate it if you spent the night.” She had said to him one night just as he was pulling his boxers on.

“Oh?”

“I really like fucking in the morning.” She said without missing a beat. Harry smiled big at her.

“Can’t say no to that now can I?”

He settled in next to her, spooned her all night long, and when they woke up she delivered. They had sex in her bed, and then had sex in her shower. They made breakfast together, and then he headed out. Harry was having so much fun with her he completely forgot he was sort of seeing a couple of other girls too. Unanswered texts and calls displayed on his phone…maybe he didn’t want to see them anymore. Maybe he only wanted to see Y/N. Did she feel the same way? Did she have a couple of other guys too? That’s what led him to ask her to a dinner at his house. Sure, she had been over for dinner before, but usually it was a long forgotten pizza as he fucked her on the couch.

“I’d love to come over! Can I bring anything?”

“Just yourself, babe.”

He took a deep breath after they hung up. He wanted to make her a fabulous meal, show her how serious he was about wanting things to move forward. Harry hadn’t had a proper girlfriend in quite some time, but he felt ready to take this next step with Y/N. He only wanted to be with her, he was sure of it.

He picked up a ton of ingredients to make a roasted chicken, and a ton of other sides. He was going to make mashed potatoes, and green beans, and…well…he didn’t let the potatoes boil long enough, so they were lumpy when he mashed them. He added sour cream and butter, but it looked disgusting. His chicken also was still frozen when he put it into the oven, so the skin burned.

“She’s gonna think I’m a fucking moron!” Harry was usually a pretty decent cook, but he was so nervous he couldn’t get any of the recipes right. “Fucking, Christ, get it together Styles.” He runs a hand through his hair and opens his drawer that he kept his takeout menus in. “Hi, yeah, I’d like to place an order for delivery…”

While Harry waits for his food to show up, he swiftly cleans the kitchen. He looked cute. He had a patterned short-sleeve button up on with a pair of shorts and loafers. His door rings, and he grabs his food. He takes everything out of their containers and plates it up to make it look like he made it. He essentially ordered what he wanted to make anyways. He gets everything onto the table and lights a couple of candles. He was happy with his work. His nerves were shot, but he was excited. Although, there was that little bit of fear in the back of his head that she’d just want to keep things casual.

When his door rings, he sprints over to it, and smiles when he sees her there. She looked adorable, as always. She was wearing a pair of jean-capris, and a peasant style shirt so her shoulders were exposed.

“Hi.” He says.

“Hi.” She smiles and holds up a bag. “I know you said I just needed to bring myself, but I brought dessert. I hate going anywhere empty handed.”

“You’re sweet, thanks.” He kisses her cheek, takes the bag, and lets her in.

“Wow, Harry.” She says as she looks at the table. “Fancy.”

“Expecting pizza?” He winks, and kisses her. “Please, sit.” He pulls a chair out for her and she sits down. He sets the dessert down in the kitchen, and then comes back out to sit with her. “You look really nice.”

“It’s just my usual.” She looks down at herself and then at him. She takes the glass of wine he already poured and has a sip. “Mm, my favorite, thanks.”

“Of course.” He takes a sip as well, maybe it would help him calm down.

“This looks really good, Harry. How’d you have the time after work?”

“Got some of it done this morning, it was no big deal.” He scoffs.

She takes her knife and fork, and cuts into her chicken. He watches as she licks her lips after and then dabs her mouth with her napkin.

“It’s delicious! Tastes like the chicken from that place we went to a couple of weeks ago with everyone.”

“Huh, you don’t say?” He takes a bite of mashed potatoes. “I’m glad we could get together tonight.”

“Me too.” She smiles and reaches to give his hand a squeeze. He stops her from taking her hands back to her fork. She furrows her brows at their hands and then looks at him. “Kinda need that to eat, Har.” She chuckles.

“I know, I just, uh, I wanted to say I like spending time with you.”

“I like spending time with you too, Harry.” She smiles. “May I have my hand back now? I don’t want this to get cold.”

“Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She smirks. “You can hold my hand all you want after we eat.”

He smiles and continues eating. They both talk about their days and what they did at work. He loved watching her lips move as she spoke. He loved her toothy smile, and they she’d sometimes bite her bottom lip to suppress a laugh or two.

“I’d clean my plate, but I don’t wanna get too full. I promise it was really good, though.”

“No worries, gotta save room for dessert right? What did you bring?”

“I just snagged some cupcakes from the grocery store.” She shrugs. “Those ones with the lemon frosting you like so much.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Would you…uh…would you…” He was sweating, and so incredibly nervous. He just needed to spit it out. She was looking at him, waiting. “I really like you, and I haven’t been talking to anyone else, and you’re really the only person I want to talk to. I hope you’re not seeing anyone else, but I get it if you are since this has been pretty casual.” He rubs the back of his neck. Her eyebrows were raised, waiting for him to say more. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…I wanna keep seeing you, I wanna see where this goes, and, well, would you want to be my girlfriend?”

Her mouth falls open. She smiles and bites her bottom lip, but still she doesn’t say anything.

“Oh god, you don’t want to do that yet? Is it too soon? I’m-“

“Harry.” She puts her hand on his shoulder. “You’re a wreck.” She giggles. “Calm down, babe. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

“Really?” He says with relief.

“Yes…I was sort of expecting this conversation with the way you asked me over. Usually you’re not so formal over the phone.” She takes a sip of her wine. “I’m not seeing anyone else, either. I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am, but I’m usually a one guy kind of person, even when it’s just casual.” She licks her lips. “Besides.” She stands up and sits on one of his thighs, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I don’t quite think another guy could satisfy me the way you do.” He wraps his arms around her waist, and hides his face in her chest. She strokes a hand through his hair.

“Can we have the cupcakes now?” He mumbles.

“I’d like that.” She kisses the top of his head and gets off of him. She helps clear the table while he gets them out of the container. They each pop a small cupcake in their mouths. “Mm, I didn’t like lemon much until you showed me these, but I like it a lot now.”

“It’s tasty and refreshing.”

She bursts out laughing and he loves the way it sounds. Her arms move back around his neck as she continues to laugh.

“So, what stereotypical girlfriend things should I do first?” She asks, playfully.

“You could tell me you secretly hate all my decorations and take me shopping. That’s a pretty good one.”

“Or I could ask you to clean out one of your drawers for me way too soon and make you panic thinking I want to move in already.”

Harry presses his forehead to hers as he laughs.

“Let’s compromise on the most important one.”

“Which is what?”

“Leaving tampons in my bathroom.”

“Oh, Harry, I already started doing that.”

“You did?! How’d I miss ‘em?”

“I just put them in the cabinet under your sink…”

“Oh…I, like, never look in there.”

“Exactly.” She taps her temple. “Always thinking.”

His hands grip on her hips as he smiles.

“Alright, alright, what about other toiletries? Leave all your shit all over my bathroom, I don’t care. And then I’ll do the same to your place.”

“Sounds good to me.”

She pulls him close to kiss him, and he swings her around in his arms, hoisting her up to sit on top of the counter.

“As long as the sex doesn’t stop being so hot, I don’t really care how we do things.” He says against her lips.

“Oh, so that’s why you wanna lock me down, for the hot sex?”

“You caught me.”

His tongue swipes along her bottom lip and she opens up for him, letting him lick into her mouth. She tugs at his shirt as his hands slide up her thighs. She wraps her legs around his waist to get him closer, but it still wasn’t close enough.

“Harry.” She nips at his bottom lip. “Take me upstairs.”

“So demanding.” He smirks as his hands grip her ass to lift her.

“And yet, you have no problem listening.”

“That’s what good boyfriends do, right?”

“Mhm.” She kisses him as he brings her up the stairs to his bedroom.

“What do I get for being so good?” He kisses on her neck as he sets her down, her pulling him onto the bed with her.

“Anything you want.” She whispers in his ear. “I feel so bad that you were nervous earlier.” She pouts at him.

“You make me really nervous.” He kisses on her neck. “Butterflies in my stomach and everything.”

“Aww, well, no reason to be nervous now.” She cups his cheeks so he’ll look at her. “I’m all yours.”

#harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #pls tag if you reblog #feedback is always appreciated

863 notes · View notes

canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

Text

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 13, second part

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Distractions)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

This Fucking Turtle

The rock that Wei Wuxian and Wen Chao are standing on starts to move, because of course it does. It’s a tortoise shell, sort of. There are some problems with this ostensible tortoise.

First, Murder Turtle a tortoise is technically a turtle don't @ me doesn't look anything like a turtle. I try really hard not to project my western mythologies onto Chinese works, but god dang this thing looks like the Loch Ness monster.

Second, its shell wobbles a bit, but there's no indication that the creature can move around the cave until much later. During an extended fight with several tasty cultivators, it stays put and just moves its head around.

The immobility problem aside, it's not a terrible monster. After the hell dog, I'm relieved to have a normal CGI beastie where some things are done really pretty well. Its eyes and skin are particularly good.

What's not good are the teeth. When Murder Turtle closes its mouth, its long pointy upper teeth have nowhere to go, so they pierce its lower jaw and just sink in there. No wonder it's pissed off.

Its relationship with its shell is...well, let's save that for the next episode.

Irons in the Fire

Meanwhile, Wang Lingjiao (Wen Chao's girlfriend) decides she's in the mood for barbequed MianMian, so she grabs a hot iron to burn her face.

Wei Wuxian to the rescue! He shoots three arrows at once and hits all three of his targets, in a move that he'll repeat with even more arrows at a later date.

Wang Lingjiao decides to throw the iron at MianMian, who decides not to duck, while Wei Wuxian leaps into the path of the iron and gets deeply burned on the chest through his clothing. This is absolutely definitely how time, things flying through the air, and branding irons work.

(more after the cut)

Jiang Cheng and Wen Zhuliu start fighting again. These two can't quit each other, almost like they have a date with destiny in their future. Jiang Cheng shows off his purple bloomers while he and Wen Zhuliu try to outspin each other.

Camera operator: Why you gotta take it out on me?

Wen It’s Time To Say Goodbye

The Wens decide to dip, heading up the rock face and cutting the ropes behind them, which would be super inconvenient if several of the cultivators didn't know how to literally fly.

But they also put a bunch of rocks in the hole, while Wen Qing begs them not to do it.

Down at the bottom of the cave, everyone sits and chats, while Murder Turtle wishes it had legs so it could chase them. Oh wait, it does have legs, it just isn't ready to get out of the bath yet

Call the Waaambulance

MianMian is crying over all the nonsense the writers have put her through in this episode, and Wei Wuxian tries to cheer her up by talking to her like she's a toddler. On the plus side, he'll be a great dad for a toddler one day.

Jin Zixuan: I'm used to women crying around me, is that not typical?

Lan Wangji has got no time for cheering up crying girls, and starts heading back to the turtle bath, because he has figured out how they can escape.

He and Wei Wuxian show off their mind reading abilities, where Lan Wangji explains absolutely nothing and Wei Wuxian perfectly understands him. See also: “Fortunately.”

Rather than try to swim for it, the other cultivators want to hang around and wait to be rescued, or just generally feel like staying put and whining.

Wei Wuxian takes charge through sheer force of personality, and makes Jiang Cheng go find the way out while he himself distracts Murder Turtle with fire.

Wei Wuxian can make talismans without 1. ink 2. a brush or 3. paper. He just needs his flesh and his unusually sharp incisors. He's so far ahead of everyone around him; how is a dude this talented ever going to be anyone's right hand man? He’s already on track to creating a new talisman-based school of cultivation, even if he never gets around to the whole necromancy thing.

Swimming in the Pool, Swimming is Cool

The main group of cultivators go swimming while Wei Wuxian lights fires to keep the tortoise's attention. For some reason he just stands there when it's about to eat him...maybe he's mesmerized? Lan Wangji flings him out of harm’s way and gets his already-busted leg chomped on.

Wei Wuxian pulls Lan Wangji to safety and tells the other cultivators to get going. Jiang Cheng doesn't want to, but Jin Zixuan convinces him.

For fans of homoerotic screen caps, this episode is a gold mine.

Murder turtle suddenly remembers he has legs, but Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji instantly find a room he can’t fit into, so they’re okay for the night.

Owie Owie Owie

Now we have an extended hurt/comfort session with our wounded heroes. Lan Wangji is bleeding, so Wei Wuxian...puts a splint made of sticks directly onto his unbandaged lacerations, and ties it with his pristine headband, which will remain pristine. Then he puts medicine on the lacerations.

This seems like a situation where the script said "broken leg" and the makeup department said "MOAR BLOOD" and nobody changed the direction to the actors. In any case, the sticks seem to help and bandages are not mentioned.

What is mentioned, of course, is the dreaded stale blood, which plagues many a c-drama hero, and has to be driven out through strong emotion. This is totally how the human circulatory system works. To be fair, there is probably a perfectly reasonable underlying concept in Chinese medicine that has been exaggerated for dramatic effect, so that every possible ailment or injury results in vomiting blood, sometimes sexily.

Wei Wuxian clears up the blood problem super quickly by offering to show Lan Wangji his dick, not to put too fine a point on it. Alas, he retracts the offer once the crisis has passed.

Once they settle down, Lan Wangji takes the opportunity to put some medicine on Wei Wuxian's burned tit, and to chide him for letting himself get injured. It's like he doesn't even know him.

Wei Wuxian: I had no choice, because I am psychologically driven to sacrifice myself for other people at every opportunity. Get used to it, cupcake.

Wei Wuxian points out that MianMian is pretty and that it would be bad for her to have a mark on her face. Lan Wangji points out, not quite in so many words, that Wei Wuxian is pretty and now HE has a permanent mark. Before Lan Wangji ever got to see his bare chest, too.

Wei Wuxian says it's cool for men to have marks on their bodies. Preferably hickeys and rope burns, but scars are okay too.

Lan Wangji: you're going to love my future body mods, then.

Then Wei Wuxian waxes poetic about having a pretty girl remember your heroism, and Lan Wangji gets jealous and cranky. Wei Wuxian misinterprets this, but not unreasonably, considering that Lan Wangji was putting his own body between MianMian and harm not all that long ago.

After some extended eye fucking followed by laughing and saying "no homo" for the censors, the conversation moves to a more serious place.

Wei Wuxian engages in a little WangXian meta analysis, noting that Lan Wangji can tease him now, and is talking to him slightly more. Falling for a high-spirited, popular extrovert has been hard on Lan Wangji, but Wei Wuxian is also struggling with falling for a nearly-silent, crushingly-shy introvert. Wei Wuxian really does find Lan Wangji boring on one level, at the same time as finding him utterly compelling on other levels.

Wei Wuxian starts to say something about the Lans and stops himself with this charming gesture. I've seen it here and there in c-dramas and I assume it's a thing in China. It's a perfect way for a hyperactive talker to say "I'm shutting up now" without using even more words to say it.

Lan Wangji finally, FINALLY tells Wei Wuxian - briefly - what happened to his home. Wei Wuxian, in one of those moments of empathy that they have more and more often as time goes on, asks about his loved ones, and forgoes any other questions.

Lan Wangji tells him that Lan Qiren is seriously injured and Lan Xichen is missing. Wei Wuxian is extremely concerned about one of these people.

When Lan Wangji falls asleep at 9pm on the button, Wei Wuxian tenderly covers him in his own robe, offering physical comfort in place of the emotional comfort Lan Wangji won’t let anybody give him.

Then Wei Wuxian gazes at him like a lovestruck dope, before settling down beside him for the night.

Soundtrack: Peter Gabriel, I Go Swimming

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #the untamed gifs #the untamed meta #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs #the untamed spoilers

286 notes · View notes