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blu-archer · 1 year

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Not Everything Changes

Requested. Snzy Jk after playing with Bam in the rain.

Word Count: 4452

Sickie: Jk

Caretaker: OT7 [kind of, mostly Jin/Tae/Jimin]

Errors; most likely. I should be sleeping.

Enjoy! hopefully its not too much rambling and is actually coherent.

Not everything changes.

He couldn’t believe his luck – or rather lack thereof.

Sure. Maybe it hadn’t been the brightest decision to take Bam to the park when it was raining for the third consecutive day, but it was the only time he could go to the closest one without being recognized by someone new every second step. Anyway, the weather app on his phone had said it would mostly be overcast – maybe some light rain here and there.

He’d organized his entire day around that information, so it wasn’t like he was going to change it for any minor inconveniences – and that’s what that sudden downpour had been. Those heavy clouds that had blanketed the sky? Minor.

So, against his better judgment he’d gone out and had the most carefree time with Bam. He didn’t even want to think about the current state of his bathroom with how much mud and water they’d brought home last night.

But now as he sat perched for his stylists on the set for their most recent photobook, he felt miserable.

His misfortune had started with him sleeping through his alarm at 4am, not by much but considering the screeching that it made it was quite the feat to not wake up immediately. Then he’d zombie walked through his morning chores – accidentally banging into his kitchen table and dropping some of Bam’s food onto the floor as he refilled the bowl. He hadn’t even bothered to pick up the mess, just stood there and glared tiredly at the pellets scattering his floor. Bam had dived to sniff at the mess before turning to look at Jungkook with a wagging tail. He’d just sighed and scrubbed at his nose as he went to pull on some sweats and a hoodie before making coffee into a small flask. Then he’d set out to go to work.

Now he was freshly dried after using the company showers and getting his makeup and hair done trying not to be too obvious that his throat had started to hurt despite how much water he chugged, and his nose was beginning to run with each dab of the makeup brushes. Although he was starting to think it was a losing battle. Already he could hear his stylist ‘tsk’ at his reddening nose, trying their best not to agitate him more than he already was. He was just thankful that his hyung’s were already being fitted into their clothes and weren’t anywhere near him to notice – especially when one final stroke on his cheek had him coming undone. He could just barely hear an annoyed sigh after he had pitched into his hands and caught an itchy fit that left him even more frustrated than before.

The stylist slipped him a tissue with the sharp instruction to not wipe off too much of his makeup since they didn’t have much time and Jungkook bowed with growing embarrassment in the pit of his stomach. Wiping his nose did nothing to relieve him, but it at least stopped dripping while he was given the finishing touches before being sent to wardrobe.

“Jungkook-ah!” Jimin grinned at him as he slipped on his suite jacket, his shirt gapping open in a similar fashion to what Jungkook’s own was. “They’re doing subunit shots before the group. We’re on set 3 with the plants. Taetae is being organized with props already we were just waiting on you.”

Jungkook did his best not to seem too out of it, even if his sinuses were borderline overwhelming with the need to sneeze as he let himself be led to where he was needed. Jimin had continued speaking, rambling about what all they’d been told to do but Jungkook really hoped that it was more optional than anything else because he was not listening to a single word being said.

Before being set in position he’d sneakily tried to wipe at his nose once more with his used tissue from before, hiding it from sight as soon as his members turned to join him amongst the mini forest that had been created on the floor. The photographer was kind in directing them, positioning them laying down amongst each other and while he appreciated not having to stand or do too much activity, being horizontal wasn’t helping to keep his nose from running. He sniffled as quietly as he could, which really wasn’t quiet at all, but he hoped that the activity surrounding them masked it for the most part.

His hyung’s were laying to his right with Jimin closest - his head resting on Jungkook’s shoulder while Tae had been set up seated against large potted plants that’s leaves draped over him.

There was a flash of light as the photographer did some final tests and Jungkook froze with the immediate faltering of his breath. His chest heaved once more which had Jimin shooting him a questioning look but before he could answer another flash went off.

“Eh’hESHH’uh…snf*.. H’EISHhew!” He sniffled deeply and winced at how wet it had sounded. At least he had thankfully been able to raise his arm in time, but it didn’t stop him from feeling just a little bit mortified that he could have sneezed on Jimin. Not that his hyung seemed overly bothered besides the beginning crease of concern starting between his brows.

“You okay, Kook-ah?”

“Jusd-“ he sniffed once more, clearing his throat as he got back into position. “Just the lights. I think the plants are getting to me a little bit as well.”

It was a convincing enough lie to make since he didn’t want to make anyone worry or chastise him for his [albeit flawed] choices but he didn’t miss the light kick Jimin gave Taehyung, as if to just keep watch either way. And then the shoot began.

It was exhausting. Like mind numbingly exhausting and Jungkook had been prompted to sneeze more times than he thought he could get away with, not to mention the growing ache behind his eyes that the studio lights seemed to be amplifying each minute he sat before them. Taehyung had taken to rubbing his back or shoulder each time that they were positioned close enough and Jimin had suggested doing some shots with their eyes closed in hopes that it would help the process go smoother. His tissue from early was now unusable and he had taken to trying to use his wrist before caving and asking if he could take a break just to blow his nose.

With an understanding nod from the Head photographer, he practically sprinted out of the lights towards where his manager had already acquired the much-needed tissues and winced as he saw the rest of his hyung’s seated watching the screen upload the photos of his shoot. Obviously they must have finished up already and were waiting for the group photos to begin, which he was holding up because he couldn’t handle a light going off around his sensitive nose.

“Jungkook-ssi, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” His manager at least tried to ask him quietly as he blew his nose. His skin was burning with embarrassment, already imagining the glare the stylist would give him at the amount of makeup that had been wiped off, but it was better than having a mess drip down his face.

He couldn’t even bring himself to answer properly, just nodded and coughed into the next tissue he was blowing into.

“Kook-ah!”

He turned back to the set to see Jimin and Tae moving swiftly towards him, both immediately resting a hand on his upper back or leaning onto his shoulder in a way that made him feel just a little bit more comfortable than before.

“They said they have enough to work with, so we need to get changed and move to the main set.” Taehyung explained. “Maybe you will feel better being away from these props.”

He highly doubted that, and he suspected that they felt the same with how they watched him with concerned pity. His manager handed him a bottle of water and the tissue box before disappearing to find out the next steps in the day and Jungkook took the moment to sit.

His nose was swollen to a point of it being mildly painful. He could feel heavy congestion settling in and he just wanted to go home and curl up into the warmest, softest blankets he could find before sleeping for like a week. He couldn’t – obviously. He was still scheduled to work for at least another 5 hours or so, and tomorrow called for various other schedules that he would likely have to be drugged up on medication to the point where he might not even be aware of his tasks, but it was nice to dream.

“Are we moving to the final part?” Hoseok asked, the rest of the member finally joining them. Each lingering hesitantly at the sight of Jungkook. “Is everything alright? You look sick.”

“I’mah-hheh’ekshh’u! Sor-ah-ry’IEESH’U!”

“Sounds like a cold.” Jin mused, immediately moving to set a hand to Jungkook’s forehead. “You’re a little warm but that might be because of all these lights.”

“I’b fide.”

There was a brief silence. None of them keen to say the obvious when they watched the youngest member pitch yet another damp sneeze into a tissue. His appearance spoke for itself, despite his words. It was like they could physically see his illness rolling off him in waves and yet he was in adamant denial for some reason. It wasn’t like they’d never been sick around each other before, usually they were quite open about it.

A call from across the room forced them to move back to the wardrobe section, all of them hovering a little closer than before as they watched Jungkook apologise to one of the makeup artists with pitiful doe eyes. She merely smiled with a soft word of reassurance, then got to work reapplying everything he’d rubbed off as well as concealing the deep red that had taken over around his nostrils.

An hour in since they’d started up again and Jungkook was proud to admit that he had managed to keep his symptoms mostly at bay. Sure, the flash of lights still made the immense tickle in his nose flare dangerously, and his hyung’s still sent him pointed looks when something did manage to slip, but he had yet to actually sneeze.

Namjoon had commented more than once on his mouth breathing when they were positioned beside one another, shooting looks to the staff as if to announce this needed to be wrapped up soon, but Jungkook just brushed it off with a forced grin. He was dressed more casually this time, so the clothes were warmer and cozy to a point where he had started to doze, lazily resting back into the couch that they were all seated on.

It was only when the photographers called for a break to review things that he let out a heavy sigh and finally relented in closing his eyes without a fight. Letting his body melt into the cushions as he listened vaguely to the soft conversation his hyung’s made until he slipped into complete darkness.

“Should we wake him up?” Hoseok wondered aloud. Jungkook had finally fallen asleep after fighting against it for like last hour and his snores were gradually filling the set while they waited.

“Let him sleep. He’s definitely sick whether he wants to admit it or not.” Yoongi sipped his water, eyes analysing the puffiness that had settled in the sick boys’ face. “We should see if we can reschedule our practices tomorrow.”

“Manager-Pdnim said he has already started to organize a shift of planning in the next few days for all of us in order to get some time off for him.” Jimin said. “Or at the very least a lighter schedule for this week just to accommodate.”

“I’ll go and see if anything has been decided.” Taehyung stood gesturing towards where their manager had left too. Hoseok joined him with one final look of sympathy towards the youngest. It left the rest of them in a moment of blissful silence where they all just took a breath and let the exhaustion of the day wash over them while the crew and staff bustled around. Jin ran his hand through Jungkook’s hair, messing with the hairspray as he removed his hand to touch his own face before settling it back on Jungkook’s forehead with a frown.

“Does he have a fever hyung?”

“Maybe.” Jin shrugged. He couldn’t be entirely sure. “He’s a bit warmer than me but it still might just be because of everything that’s happened today. He’s dressed warmer than me as well.”

“He sounded miserable earlier.” Namjoon added with a sigh. He was on the other side of Jungkook and was probably the sole reason that he was still somewhat upright on the couch despite having instinctively curled closer to his leader in his sleep. “This came on rather quick.”

“There is no way that he isn’t contagious.”

“Hyung,” Jimin spoke as if he was chastising a child. “We’re not going to be busy after this. If we get sick, we get sick. He couldn’t be absent to a shoot that’s been planned for months.”

Yoongi shrugged, if not in agreement then at least to appease the younger. He didn’t really want to get sick, especially with all the work he needed to get done, but he understood that there had been no getting out of this for Jungkook. “You think they’ll let us take him straight home instead of heading to the company?”

“I think we aren’t going to give them a choice.” Jin said firmly but quietly as Jungkook shifted.

Although the attempt was in vain when Jin startled as a hand came down on his shoulder only to see Taehyung’s face splitting into a grin at seeing his hyung jump.

“Yah! My heart!”

“Aish hyung.” Hoseok laughed as he leant over the couch next to Taehyung. “Are you implying old age?”

“Ya-Yah! Don’t disrespect me!”

He reached up to wildly whack behind him but both culprits ducked out of reach with laughter. The only thing his gestures accomplished was a low moan out of Jungkook, who blinked his eyes open a couple of times before curling further into Namjoon’s side.

“Ah ah ah…” Before he could go back to sleep, Tae hastily reached over to keep him up, willingly taking the weak hit that Jin laid on him as he got closer. “We’re leaving now, Kookie.” Taehyung shook him enough to keep him roused and glanced amongst the others. “We’ve got this afternoon and tomorrow off, but Pd-nim asked if Joonie-hyung and Suga-hyung could still stop by the company before going home – and Hobi-hyung, but he knew that already. Something about not being able to put a meeting off.”

“We’ll group in the one car and you guys can take the larger one to get home then.” Namjoon nodded, encouraging Jungkook to sit upright with gentle nudges in his side. “Jungkook, you need to get changed into your clothes again.”

There was a small hand around his wrist, dragging Jungkook to his feet before he’d even properly opened his eyes. Jimin was leading him off to the wardrobe area where they had the clothes they’d arrived in, the pace perhaps a bit too hasty. He had barely managed to steady himself before forcing them to stop so that he could sneeze towards the floor. He didn’t even have the awareness nor energy to cover, just moaned with a gurgling sniff as he misted the floor twice more. A low complaint from Jimin told him that he might have accidentally caught the other in his mess but there was barely a breath in-between before Jimin’s words turned softer and more encouraging with the promises of home and warm food.

And that sounded like the best thing he’d heard all day.

Getting changed and the car ride had turned into a sleepy haze. Although he’s pretty sure that Yoongi and Seokjin helped get him into his shoes and hoodie - he vaguely remembered soft nudges and gentle words before he was loaded into the car in which he promptly fell asleep in once Taehyung and Jimin settled on either side of him.

He woke up to the muffled sound of rain and the low volume of his tv playing some sport channel. He turned over in bed with a low moan at having forgotten to turn his tv off before going to bed, then jolted up. His head pounded in protest, but he definitely hadn’t left it on. He remembered turning it off the day before. What he didn’t remember was how he was in his bed.

Through his sleep-sick muddled mind he started to remember that he had in fact gotten up that morning already and had gone to work. He also vaguely remembered leaving work, which meant that if there were noises in his apartment that Bam can’t make then at least one of his hyung’s was there. Witnessing the colossal, muddy mess he had left the place in the day before.

God he really should have just cleaned up straight away, even if he had already started to feel bad. At least then he wouldn’t have to face the shame of them knowing his foolish actions.

He fell back into pillows, muffling a cough that just wouldn’t ease the tickle in his throat. At least Bam had had fun at the park – despite his current situation, yesterday hadn’t been an entirely bad idea. He just didn’t think any of his hyung’s would see it like that.

Preparing himself for the worst, Jungkook managed to pull himself to his feet with his comforter wrapped around him and draping to the floor as he walked to his living room. Immediately he could make out Taehyung and Jimin on the couch with Bam, although neither seemed to be watching whatever they’d put on the tv, much more interested in the excited roughhousing of his Doberman.

He stood by the doorway hesitantly watching. The wet clothes and dirt that had scattered the floor of his bedroom that morning had been all gone and he had a suspicion that if he checked his bathroom he’d find that spotless too. He was about to Join the 95’ers when he glanced to the kitchen and made eye contact with his eldest hyung. Jin stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his face void of emotion – there was no anger or disappointment, but there was also no sympathy. Jungkook guesses that that was a disserving reaction.

Foregoing his previous plan, he silently shuffled to join Jin, trying his best not to feel tiny under the weight of his hyung’s gaze.

“You understand that when its pouring with rain and you have a free day, preferably you stay at home.” Jin’s voice was stern and his eyes unwavering from Jungkook’s. “Where its warm and dry. You don’t go out and get drenched in it.”

“I know hyung.”

“And if you do – heaven forbid – and you feel sick, you can tell us.”

“I know..”

“Especially if we have group activities that is both extensive and enforcing close proximity to each other. It’s called being courteous and makes us aware of any possible limitations.”

“I know, Jin-hyung.”Jungkook sniffed, burying the lower half of his face into his blanket as a weak attempt to hide. “I’m sorry.”

Jin’s gaze softened. “I made you some seaweed soup. I went and bought some ingredients and medicine since your place is practically empty.” He pinched at the blanket and tugged once to prompt Jungkook to follow him to the stove. “You need to pay better attention to your health, Kook-ah. I’m not always going to be there to make sure you rest or eat well, so please. Treat yourself with a bit more care.”

Well that definitely wasn’t something he wanted to think about, but the thought was there now. He could already feel his eyes tearing up as he sniffed and stared into the pot of resting soup.

“Aigoo… I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Jin gently pulled him into his chest, ruffling his hair with one hand and pulling him in tightly with the other. “Let’s heat you up some food and join the other two, or you can go back to bed but only once you’ve eaten and taken medicine.”

Jungkook coughed, clearing his throat but the tears he’d yet to shed made him sound croaky either way as he agreed to join them.

“Go sit down then and I’ll bring you everything.”

Jin turned to busily get bowls for the soup and rice he’d made but turned back at the hoarse “hyung”. He blinked expectantly and swiped a single tear that had finally managed to break free and streaked Jungkook’s cheek. “Hyung, could you make me some tea too.”

“Of course, Jungkook-ah.” Jin smiled. “Hyung will bring it to you.”

…

Jimin and Taehyungs approach was quite different from Jin’s – in which they barely seemed to acknowledge how stupid he had been to get sick like he did. Rather Jimin did what he always did when comforting others, latching himself onto their side and smothering them with soft pets, kind accented words and just general affection that made Jungkook a little homesick for his parents, and if he closed his eyes the lilting Busan dialect could almost transport him back to his childhood home.

Taehyung didn’t really change at all, Jungkook wasn’t even sure why he had expected him too. Instead, his friend tucked into his side and draped an arm around his shoulders, occasionally being a pest and flicking Jimin as he clung to Jungkook’s other side just to hear his soulmate complain testily.

Bam had stayed on the floor for mere seconds after Jungkook was seated and settled, then he had practically molded himself onto Jungkook and Taehyungs laps. Occasionally he lifted his head to try and lick Jungkook in the face but eventually gave up and just stared at Jimin with woeful puppy eyes.

“Can we change this to something more interesting?” Jimin prompted, paying attention to the tv for the first time. “Jungkookie, do you want to watch a movie? Something Marvel?”

“Anything you want, hyung.” He murmured softly, resting his head onto Taehyung’s shoulder.

Jimin didn’t seemed entirely pleased with the answer but grabbed the remote and went on a search for one of the older spiderman movies. It seemed like the safest option, anything potentially related to Iron man was still a sore topic after the last Avengers film.

“How are you feeling? You slept for a couple hours.” Taehyung asked just as Jin brought in a tray of steaming soup and rice with some apples sliced and put on a plate.

As if Jungkook’s appetite was big enough to eat it all right now.

“A bit better than this morning I guess, but not much different.”

“Hyung’s bringing tea now,” Jin reassured as Taehyung forcibly moved Bam entirely onto his lap so that Jin could set the tray onto Jungkook’s. [The tray was definitely a large chopping board, but if Jin wanted it to be a tray then that’s what it would be.] “Eat so long and maybe you’ll feel better.”

Doubtful but Jungkook did as he was told as Jin returned to the kitchen and sipped gingerly at the hot soup until the steam started to bother him and he was forced to reach for the unopened tissue box on his coffee table. Scrambling to open it and then blow his nose, grimacing at the sound. His nose still tickled but at least it wasn’t running anymore.

“As long as you feel better quickly.” Taehyung said with a small smile. “You had Jiminie worried earlier.”

“You were worried too!” Jimin pursed his lips and just resumed in his clinging after he pressed play on the movie. “We were equally worried.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.” Jungkook couldn’t help the huff of laughter that left him at that. “I’ll take better care of myself from now on.” He nibbled on a spoon of rice as if to proof his point.

“You better.”

The four of them [five if Bam counted- he did, obviously] sat through both of the Amazing Spiderman movies, none of them complaining or thinking of switching even as Jungkook periodically dozed or sneezed his way through the passing hours. By the time the credits of the second movie rolled in he was exhausted. Pitching breathy, hoarse sneezes into his palm.

Thankfully both Jimin and Tae had readjusted so that Jungkook had more space to himself or else he probably would have sneezed on them multiple times already. He had drunk 2 and a half cups of tea but only managed the apples and half of the rest of his meal, but Jin wasn’t too hung up on it. He just let Jungkook know that it would be in the fridge waiting for him.

The medicine he’d taken at the beginning of the second movie had started to kick in, but instead of masking his symptoms, it just made him drowsy. Which didn’t help when he kept coughing and sneezing over everything.

The final straw was when he’d sneezed hard enough that he’d gotten thrown into a coughing fit so thick he could barely breathe. Jimin and Taehyung had immediately been there, rubbing his back and handing him tissues while Jin could have probably broken the record for ‘fastest person to ever retrieve glass of water within 6m distance.’ After that none of them wanted to keep him up for longer than necessary and promptly steered him back to his bedroom where he collapsed, star fished on the mattress. One of them – probably Jimin – got to work making sure he was properly covered while the other brought his tissues and water to rest on his bedside table.

He could feel each of them as they hovered and nitpicked to make sure that there wasn’t anything else he would possibly need – only caving when Jungkook repeatedly reassured that he was fine and just wanted to sleep. Then they left the room, each promising not to be far or to call if it got too late and they had to leave for something. One of them pressed a brotherly kiss to the crown of his head, their hand on his forehead checking for a fever one last time before they retreated.

The final words of “Hyung’s here if you need him” making Jungkook so comfortably warm that he had no trouble sinking into an easy sleep again.

#bts sickfic #bts snz #bts fanfic #jk snzfic #requested #wholesome #caretaking #common cold #sick from rain au #Bam is a good boy #Jungkook needs better care tips #ot7 au #jk lead #brotherly love

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tathrin · 1 year

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🤡 🌞 💞 ?

I'm answering these out of order so I can put the long answer under a cut, shhh.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Not really. Used to be between the hours of 11pm and 4am but capitalism and age say that's a no-go anymore, so. Whenever in a day that I have time, I suppose.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Boba Fett. Ner Bob'ika.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I actually giggle over my writing a lot (because if you aren't having fun with it, what's the point?) and it's usually cackling over things that I hope/expect people are going to love/hate/freak-out-over as often as it is actually funny stuff, but I'm guessing this ask is meant to refer to something humorous, so here's a bit from this fic:

The pilot's ready room was not a luxurious or ostentatious space, but those who frequented its sparse confines in the time between missions nonetheless liked to joke that it had "all the comforts of home"—or at least as close as you could find in the Resistance Fleet. At the moment, Poe Dameron was not feeling particularly comforted either by his surroundings or anything else.

He slumped over one of the small, battered tables at which pilots could eat, drink, play cards, work on their datapads, review mission briefings, or merely talk with one another. Poe was doing none of those things; instead, he was lamenting his foolishness over a mug of lomin ale.

"...didn't realize he hadn't made the connection until it was too late," Poe moaned. "So there I am trying to offer comfort, right? And instead what do I do? I tell him that I spent my childhood having playdates with Kylo-kriffing-Ren. Kylo Ren, Jess! Kylo Ren!"

"Yeah," Jessika Pava said, "I heard you the first three times."

She sat in the chair opposite Poe's. Where he was slouched forward across the table so far that his fingers reached all the way to her edge, she by contrast was leaning back in her chair with her feet up and braced on the table's lower rung. Her arms were folded across her chest, her own untouched mug of ale balanced precariously close to Poe's twitching fingertips, and the expression on her face was dubious even before she raised an eyebrow at him.

"So what?"

Poe didn't raise himself from his sprawl, but he did roll his eyes upwards until they found her face. "So what?" he repeated. "So what? So I freaked him out! So I sent him running away from me! So he probably thinks I'm a monster now, too! I was buddies with Kylo Ren, after all, the guy who terrorized him the whole time he was in the First Order and almost chopped his spine in half when he left! I bet he regrets ever getting me out of that cell, now! Stars, Jess, I am a monster. How could I scare him like that? How could I not think for once in my stupid life?"

With a sigh like a dying gundark, Poe slid forward further until his forehead rested on the sticky table and his wrists flopped into the empty air above Jess's knees.

She snorted. "Okay," she said, reaching out to pluck Poe's half-empty mug from where it rested beside his elbow. "First of all, I think you've had enough lomin ale for one night."

Poe groaned into the table but did not argue.

"Second of all, your life is pretty stupid. Especially right now. Did that deep-freeze a couple weeks ago break what little brains you've got, or what?"

Poe mumbled something that even a Wookiee wouldn't have classified as coherent.

"Yeah, uh-uh," Jess said dismissively, sipping her confiscated drink. "So he freaked-out when he found out his personal bogeyman was Baby Poe's best buddy. Fine. That's a fair thing to freak-out about." A wry smirk pulled at her lips as she added, "We all know you have terrible taste in friends, Dameron. Finn was bound to figure it out sooner or later."

Poe huffed a disgruntled breath but didn't pick his head up. "You don't understand," he mumbled. "I ruined everything."

Jess took another sip, made a face at the taste—lomin ale, especially the cheap lomin ale (not that there was such a thing as expensive lomin ale, but there was cheap and then there was cheap) that the Resistance stocked, was not a particularly refined beverage at the best of times and letting it warm to room temperature did nothing to improve the flavor—and sipped it again. "What'd you ruin?" she asked. She looked and sounded completely disinterested, but anyone who knew her would have seen the sharpness of her gaze where it was fixed on Poe's tousled curls; would have noticed the tension around her mouth as she listened closely to her friend's troubles. Jessika Pava was not a woman who wore her heart on her sleeve.

That didn't mean she didn't have one.

"What did I ruin," Poe repeated. He gave a bitter laugh and pulled himself up onto his elbows so he could bury his face in his palms. "You're right," he said. "There wasn't anything to ruin. I'm being an idiot."

"Oh-kay," Jess said slowly, both of her eyebrows now raised towards her neat black hairline. "Not where I thought this was going." She sipped her terrible stolen drink again. "Go on."

"No, I am." Poe's words were muffled by his hands, his face mostly hidden behind splayed fingers, but Jess was used to crackling, distorted Resistance comms being shouted into in the chaos of a snubfighter battle. She could hear him just fine. "I'm way too old for him, for one thing," Poe continued dismally. "And I'm being stupid. He's clearly in love with Rey anyway, right? Of course he is," Poe went on without giving Jess a chance to respond. This wasn't a conversation anymore; it was a lament, a soliloquy to an audience of one. "He went to Starkiller Base to save her, he fought Kylo Ren to save her, he almost got his spine severed trying to save her, he talked the whole Resistance into attacking Starkiller Base to save her…"

"I mean, there were some other extenuating circumstances behind that mission, but sure."

"So of course he's in love with her," Poe continued as though Jess hadn't spoken. He dragged his fingers down his face, pulling at his skin until he looked, briefly, to be roughly one hundred years old, then dropped his hands to the table as though they had become too heavy for him to lift. "She was the first thing he asked about when he woke up, you know? Not how badly he was hurt, not what happened to Starkiller, not whether we were on the run from the First Order or under attack or anything. Just where Rey was. Why she wasn't there. Stars, Jess, you should have seen his face when he realized she wasn't there waiting for him to wake up—realized that it was just me, and not her. It was like his heart broke…"

"Uh-huh," Jess said. "I'm sure none of that had anything to do with the fact that the last thing he remembered before he blacked-out was fighting Kylo Ren over her unconscious body…"

"Right?" Poe exclaimed, apparently holding his own conversation that had little connection to either Jess's words or reality. "So obviously he's in love with her, and I'm an idiot! And she's better for him to be in love with, anyway. She's his age, she's a Jedi, or going to be a Jedi, and he's going to be a Jedi, at least if stupid idiots like me stop scaring him away from actually learning the Force…"

"Or," Jess offered, "you could try, I don't know, talking to him like an actual grown-ass adult…"

Poe dropped his head back to the table and moaned again. "Aren't you supposed to be making me feel better?" he asked plaintively.

Jess snorted into her stolen lomin ale. "If that's what you were looking for, you'd be talking to Snap right now instead of me and we both know it. I don't do 'comfort' and 'coddling,' I do kick-in-the-pants stuff for when you're acting like a complete moof-milker—which you are, by the way." She pointed her index finger at him as though it were a blaster. "And you know you are, too, or you would be talking to Snap. So pull yourself together and stop swooning around like some tragic holodrama hero and just go talk to the boy before you work yourself into a total swivet and BB-8 comes to tattle on you again because you're too busy moping to take care of yourself, like—"

#should i have explained the boba fett thing?#i feel like it's pretty obvious but i guess ask if think i need to give context lol #poe dameron #jessika pava #boba fett #finnpoe #star wars fanfiction #my writing #me #ask meme

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skoulsons · 1 year

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hi. So I have nearly 90 drafts that have piled up over the course of about 3 or 4 months, so I guess I’ll start posting them now 😭 I haven’t really read over this or checked it and I think I wrote it at 4am, so I’m sorry if it loses any coherency

(Headcanon?? or im just down bad) but like, joel’s “if somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment, I would do it all over again” being the way he tells ellie he loves her is so incredibly profound to me. Love (WE’RE TALKING PLATONIC) isn’t a feeling. People act like it is, which is why so many people fall out of it. Love is commitment, serving, and choosing them every single day. It’s in your actions. Their entire story shows this. Even in the little things, like joel teaching her how to play guitar. But even in the greater things. Ellie keeping him alive all throughout winter. Sure, she needed him to get to the fireflies, but I think winter goes deeper than that. This is post-ranch argument. The ranch argument (and joel taking her back while they’re sitting above Jackson) and joel finding her with David are *their* moments. The moments when we see, okay, they are stuck together now. Even once they reach the fireflies, that’s not the end like we thought it would be a few hours ago. They’re going to stay together. Joel saying “I’m never gonna leave you again” to her in that silent moment immediately after he finds her after David is such a….I can’t think of the word oh my sjdhdjd but like their relationship is kind of solidified(?). Like their solidifying moment of “we’re with each other now”. And I think winter shows Ellie’s deep, profound love for Joel. Giving him literally all the warmth and as much as comfort as they could have (yes he was dying obviously just shhhh), probably nearly starving herself to make sure he got the majority of food and water she was able to get. She did that for weeks while he was knocking on deaths door. And joel, while she was just a job at the beginning, has still protected her from day one. And obviously his big moment of action that showed his love (no matter what way you view the end of the first game), was him saving her from the fireflies. He could not bear to lose another daughter, so he killed doctors and soldiers and everyone in his way to save her life. NOW to tie back to my first sentence in this whole spiel. I do believe they’ve both loved each other for years now, and I think it was always an understood thing between them. Joel’s love definitely never faltered through those last two years, though I’m sure you could argue Ellie’s did. Or didn’t, I don’t know. But it wasn’t something they ever said to each other. At the time of their porch conversation, tensions are very high. Ellie is still upset from the dance with Joel’s intervention, and she’s still giving him the cold shoulder bc of his lie. I think a lot of things go through his head when she says “I should’ve died in that hospital. My life would’ve fcking mattered. But you took that from me”. I think one thing is, and something I probably would not have controlled, is her saying her life would’ve mattered if she died for the cure. If I were joel I would’ve spewed about how she does matter and blah blah blah sappy stuff ynow. But he’s walking on thin ice here. He knows she feels betrayed. He knows they’re not how they used to be. He knows he can’t just say anything because he may upset her more, and that’s at the top of his list of thing he does not want to do. And so he waits a minute and tries to collect his thoughts and what he wants to tell her. He thinks of something that, while it combats everything she just said to him, also holds a lot of weight of their relationship and why he did what he did. I genuinely think that him saying this is just “I love you” in its purest, most raw, emotional, profound (I’ve said this like 7 times im sorry it just f i t s) form. If he said “I love you too much to let you die”, that would’ve scared her off. But he gave her something that she needed to hear and to start to understand why he did it and how he STILL feels, even after everything. And sometimes I wonder if the “I would do it all over again” refers to just the hospital, or their entire journey as a whole. Either way, I think it still tells her enough.

-And so she tells him she doesn’t think she’ll be able to forgive him and it BREAKS him. The thought of losing her, or not so much losing her, but never getting their relationship back to birthday level camping trip highs, kills him. His breath is shaky immediately. But then she tells him, maybe she could forgive him. But not that she could, but that she’d LIKE to try. She WANTS to get back to that birthday level camping trip high of the relationship they used to have. As hurt as she is, she misses it. He’s (I believe, personally) the most important person in her life, even if at this point. She wants to get back there as much as he does. And he starts to break more. Because now, there’s a chance, though incredibly small, that he COULD get her back. And that is more than enough. It could take years, but he’s happy with it. He’s thrilled to know that, even after everything, she is willing to try. Can you imagine early tlou2 if it were different and we got to see a cutscene of Ellie asking joel if he wanted to watch Curtis and Viper 2 that night? The smile that would’ve come to his face?

ALSO I FORGOT TO GO WITH THE LAST CHUNK OF TEXT.., him singing future days to her I think is also such a big profession of love. They’ve been in Jackson a few months and they’re living a “normal” lil family father-daughter life now. Not out every day fighting for their life. They get to settle down. And obviously his attachment to ellie has been going on for a while, but them being like,, they’re glued together now. They’re WITH each other. Joel’s adopted her ok ive talked to Neil druckmann myself I know things. But joel signing this to her is just so incredibly special. He loves her so much. I literally sat in my bed last night and was full on sobbing bc the degree that his love goes for her is beyond my comprehension. Every time I think about I CANNOT wrap my head around it. It’s so insane to me. But he loves her so incredibly much. He got a second chance at fatherhood and refuses to lose ellie, under any circumstance as we’ve seen, even if the rest of the human race was on the line, he can’t lose her. Now obviously as I mentioned above, we never hear the “i love you” sentiment actually said between either of them, but we see it in their actions. All their actions throughout the games, even the little things. And I think what joel says on the porch is as much of an i love you as you can get, i think I’m singing to her is just as much as well. He could’ve sung ANY song he knew on guitar, but no he picked future days to show her how much he loves her. “If i ever were to lose you, I’d surely lose myself. I believe, cause I can see, our future days, days of you and me” (yes I cut some lines out) BUT LIKE???? GDKDHDK but not even just talking about the lyrics or the fact that they show exactly what joel is trying to say, it’s also that this is the song joel uses to introduce ellie to guitar. To introduce her to something he 1) promised he’d teach her and 2) it’s something he LOVES. it’s just so,?:?!&,)?:,;@($ i love their love I love their story I love the little things I love overthinking about them

#have I mentioned I love them #because I don’t think I’ve made it clear enough #her not getting to tell him she forgives is the source of all my anger #the last of us part 2 #joel miller #ellie williams #the last of us #DONT SHIP THEM !!!#i will block on sight

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dottores · 2 years

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I KEEP SENDING YOU STUFF IM SORRY IF ITS ANNOYING BUTTTT

now that im not on the verge of sobbing at 4am, i can actually give proper feedback that makes sense and isnt just me keymashing and hoping you understood what thats supposed to mean

LITERALLY HAVE SM TO SAY I WILL BREAK IT DOWN YEAH THAT SOUNDS BEST I THINK

i mentioned in an ask (i think?) about how much i admire your understanding of the characters and shit but that was too vague and now that i can actually fucking think and form coherent sentences i'll just go deeper into it. its SO SO obvious within your writing how much you understand the characters and their personalities, but more importantly, their emotions. im not sure how else to word this but your writing is so...well rounded? if that makes any sense. every single emotion you portray these characters in is so insanely accurate it feels weirdly canon even though most of the time, theyve never actually been shown like this in the actual manga. IF YOU DONT GET WHAT I MEAN I'LL USE RAN BEGGING IN THE RECENT CHAPTER AS AN EXAMPLE OKAY!! obviously ran is presented as a pretty closed off character emotionally, so we've never seen him break down or get upset or beg in canon, but god the way you wrote him im fully convinced that if he did ever beg for something (or someone 😱) it would be exactly the way you wrote it (I RLY HOPE YOU GET WHAT I MEAN). even more simple and often overlooked emotions like joy...you write them so well like its almost like you studied every bit of these characters before each chapter because god its just...wow honestly. im always going into the chapters with such high expectations yet somehow you exceed them EVERY SNGLE TIME your writing leaves my mind all fuzzy and i have to put my phone or laptop down for a bit and process what tf i just read bc its just THAT GOOD i would talk more about how you present rindou, y/n, and EVEN HANMA?? (i only started liking him after i read lda btw) but atm all i can think ab is ran and the way you write him so i'll analyse them another time 4 you <333

other than ur unbelievably accurate understanding of the characters, the way you invoke tension within the story and how it changes ever so slightly each chapter is so beautiful to me. this chapter you repeated the phrase "three dead, five arrested, six." OR SMTH every few lines and i was about to scream bc of how tense the atmosphere was i could not I WAS FIGHTING TRYING NOT TO READ AHEAD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND?? in other chapters you, if i remember correctly, tend to drag things out but not in like an annoying way, you do it in such a thoughtful and tactful way and it makes reading so so much more enjoyable than it already is. god i just I CANT SAY ENOUGH FOR MY LOVE OF HOW YOU USE SUCH SIMPLE AND COMMON LITERARY TECHNIQUES IN SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WAY IM GOING TO SOB CAT I CANNOT. DO THS. ANYMORE.

i also mentioned in an ask about how good you are with pacing i think? a lot of the time some stories may seem or feel rushed but thats never ever the case with you??? again you "drag things out" but every single word is so so important and meaningful and i could neve even think about skipping ahead or missing a few lines in the fear that i'll miss somethig out. each chapter goes by so slowly but so quickly at the same time?? how did you even manage to do that im screaming. i was reading and thinking about how the pace is bc its just..insane, god. the techniques you use, the words you choose, everything is so well thought out and makes the story feel so real like YOU HAVE ME THINKING IM Y/N???ENOUGH MY HEART CANT DO THIS. no, and i truly genuinely mean this, story has ever had me feeling this many emotions PER CHAPTER and ive been on here for a whilleee. honestly saying good job isnt enough, neither is rereading, i need to inhale all of your words and let them live in my lungs bc i cannot do this i wanna hug and bite and squeeze ad kiss your ran and rin YOU PORTRAY THEM BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE IVE SEEN SO FAR and it genuinely drives me crazy bc they feel so real to me when i read lda

i have so much more to say but this is getting too long and im sure ur very very busy so NEXT TIME OKAY!! <33

anyways IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I DIDNT REALISE!!!! but the point is i love you and your writing so so much and im so grateful to have you posting these FOR FREE??? insane honestly. TAKE CARE OF URSELF MWAAHHH ILY BYE BYE <333

i waited all day to respond to this cuz i wanted to give it the attention it deserved. oh my fucking god. i don’t think you understand i read this at work and literally started crying at my desk. and then i read it like 8 more times and teared up every single time after that too.

like i am genuinely at a loss for words right now this is actually the sweetest and most thoughtful think i’ve ever been sent. like i worry so much about characterization and pacing — they’re two of the things that stress me out the most while writing i always am so anxious over not capturing characters correctly, so this might’ve been the most reassuring thing you could ever say to me 🥹🥹

you literally do not ever have to apologize for sending me long asks or anything oml pls i am so grateful and appreciative it literally means the world to me when you guys send me stuff about LDA cuz i want you guys to love it and the characters just as much as i do 🥹🥹🥹 i love talking to you guys about it i literally love you sm you just made my entire week 🥹🥹🥹 maybe the whole month tbh

#my asks #series: little dark age #excuse me while i go cry over this ask for the 50th time #i literally love u sm #i want to give you a million hugs n kisses sobs

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pls i typed that ask at like 4am after the show i’m so surprised i got that many details bc half of the show feels like a blackout i literally ??? have videos of wooyoung that i don’t remember taking so when watching those i was like ah. wooyoung bias indeed i love him <3 AND LISTEN I GET WHAT UR SAYING but the loyal lifestyle just. isn’t for me. i’m loyal to atz only (not even) bc hj would k word me for LoOkInG aT oThEr OpPaS but. wooyoung. is a menace. he deserves the slander sometimes /lh

AND ! no one gets me the way san does bc WOOYOUNG’s hair is black when i wanted oreo but san did everything my delusional little brain manifested (aka wear the outfits i wanted him to) like ?? there is no way there won’t be an era of me having san as my bias </3 like listen.. i don’t wanna be delulu and stuff.. even tho i might be a little.. but a while ago i said i wanted san to wear sage green for a layout that i never even made.. n literally the next day he was on the radio or something wearing a green cardigan.. tell me he’s not meant to be my bias u literally can’t

also when i first started stanning atz it was wooyoung who pulled me in !! and weirdly i stayed loyal for a LONG time even when hongruella looked THAT fine during the last tour (literally. saw hongruella in the flesh on my bday. imagine. how did i stay loyal) but i always thought it was a bit weird?? bc i usually gravitate towards the introverts for literally any group/artist (tho i.. only stan atz rn.. oop hongjoong u better jot this down rn i am the most loyal atiny ever/j) so i thought it was a little bit out of order for me to like and stay loyal to THE extroverted social butterfly.. but then my bias line was completed with both infps aka my mbti.. and it suddenly made sense dhsjsh i just ! gravitate towards san a lil now AND ESPECIALLY AFTER THIS CONCERT he’s truly one of my fav comfort ppl like.. he said something and immediately after i was like WRITE THAT DOWN!!! and opened my notes app to write it down LMAO my friend was like wtf are u doing and i was like uh. comfort words??

last thing before i nap… san shyly dancing to cyberpunk for us again during the concert.. take my heart RN sir it’s literally! urs ! and thanks hwa for making that happen i died a lil

anyway i’m good and i hope you’re good as well <3 mwah mwah -san anon

HI !!!!

4am !!!!??$))(# wow you were quite coherent for 4am im also surprised LOL BUT THATS SO FAIR I GET IT ADJKFLASKJF its inevitable to jump around when you're a kpop stan like when 8 lovable men are presented to you .... why have only one bitch when you can have five ! KJLFDKSJAFSLJKDF

PLS THE MANIFESTING AKLDFJSKDFJ i love it i am a huge fan of being delulu i think life is too boring if you dont let yourself have a little joke around every once in a while AND BELIEVING THAT COINCIDENCES ARE MANIFESTATIONS.... IM HERE FOR IT !!!

eheheh i enjoy learning this lore about you san anon... i agree you are very strong for being loyal despite hongruella on your bday like .... thats crazy .... like i got my american ass on an airplane and flew to germany last may to see hongruella in the flesh .... in a completely loyal to yunho way of course ! JAKDJFSDFLJK BUT omg that actually is pretty interesting !!! id say yunho very much falls in line w my usual bias "type" lol but its funny bc that Type is just. the Opposite Of Me. BUT ANYWAYS hehe i get it ! all of them are just so ... <333 and literally why have i never thought of busting the notes app out that's actually so smart oh em gee ....

but ehehe san is so funny like how are we gonna be shy sir !!! after everything !!! hehe i hope your nap was good <3 im quite good ehehe a little bit nervous ........ but overall good hehe anything else exciting going on in your life san anon? hehe mwahhhh

#san anon #answered

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mummer · 3 years

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jon + the old gods. thinking

#its too much 4am to be coherent about this but [dreamy sigh]#its funny that he’s so reddit atheist in the first book. of course he is #but then his gods are like THE reason he declines the winterfell offer...... and he CONVERTS satin arron and emrick....#i couldve looked for other quotes maybe theres something when he swears his vows but im tired #if anyone has any more interesting thoughts abt this i would lurve 2 hear it #my GOD society if jon king beyond the wall #oh oh ok when i was searching. he does seem to call the old gods ‘my father’s gods’ a lot??? which is interesting #it’s almost like he’s gearing up to be a messiah all of his own. lmfao

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septicace-writes · 3 years

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Truck Stop

Summary: You meet a handsome stranger at a highway rest stop. Syverson x cis!F!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: smut, blowjob, fingering, PiV sex

a/N: I had a dream where a truck pulled up beside me at a truck stop and while I woke up too early for anything to happen, this is the result. Also exists as a cis!M!reader version here

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You had been driving for hours and while the music kept you going for a while you also had gotten up at 4am and were in dire need of a break. In the middle of nowhere, on an empty highway, you keep your eyes out for a reststop. After about 30 minutes you finally find one, even though it's really just a small parking lot, a few benches and an outhouse without even so much as a vending machine. Luckily, you had some packed lunch in a cooling bag.

You walk around a bit to stretch your legs while you eat your sandwich, then soak in the sun for a while, sitting on one of the benches. In all this time you don't see a single other car so you decide to have just a quick nap before continuing your drive and get back in the car, leaning the seat back as far as possible.

You startle awake from the noise of someone knocking on your car window. For a second you're not sure where you are until you remember your drive and the stop. Sitting up straight, you look out the window and see a man standing a few steps back but looking at you. He's big, his body well-endowed with muscle under a healthy layer of fat. He sports a massive beard that does its best to hide the smile he's sending your way. As you're still taking it what's going on he gives you a little wave and motions for you to open the window. You take another look around, everything is still well-lit by the sun, no sign of it setting yet, and you don't see anyone else. The only other noticeable change is the large truck he had parked on the other side of the parking lot. Feeling a little reassured by him keeping his distance you roll down the window.

Sorry to disturb you, Miss, just wanted to make sure you're alright. He gestures to your surroundings Don't get many people riding solo and stopping here of all places.

You blink slowly, taking him in further, his voice is deep, smooth like butter and from the first word you're caught in a dream of what it might sound like in certain other situations. You're so caught up you forget to answer until

Are you... Alright? There's concern in his voice now so, quickly, you nod.

Yeah. Yes. Yep. Yeah I'm alright... Just a long drive and I needed a break. You smile in what you hope is a reassuring yet charming manner.

Glad to hear it. Just make sure you're not staying here till nightfall. The place has a bit of a reputation of... Well, less reputable folk to meet here. Damn that charming, dreamy southern accent. You're barely taking in what he's telling you but nod along anyways.

He turns to get back to his truck and in a sudden burst of bravery you speak up So... If this place is so disreputable, what brings you here?

He looks back for a moment It's part of my route. I usually don't pull in but your car here so all alone in the middle of the day had me worried. But since everything's alright I really ought to get back on the road.

Shit shit shit you don't want to say goodbye just yet. You barely know what's gotten into you when you open the door and say And what would it take to make you stay a little longer.

At that he actually turns back around, takes in your form, now leaning against your car. You push off, take a step towards him and bow your head just a little, looking at him through your eyelashes. He adjusts his posture, straightening his back, and visibly swallows.

Well, a temptation like you certainly might. If you're implying what I think you are.

Your heart is beating a million miles an hour in your chest, you did not think it was going to be that easy yet here you are, about to fuck - or rather get fucked by - this man in an empty parking lot. You take another step forward, and another, until you stand face to face with him. He's a few inches taller than you, and from so close you can smell the motor oil in his clothes. You want to reach out a hand and touch him but for a short, tense moment you both just stand there, staring at each other - neither knowing how to make the first move.

It feels like an eternity even though it's just a few heartbeats and then he places a hand cupping your neck and, looking directly into your eyes If you're sure about this, I'd like to kiss you and how could you say no so you nod, already leaning up.

His lips are warm and soft, smoothly moving over yours as he continues to hold your neck, caressing the side of your face with his thumb. The full beard tickles a little, but you can tell he keeps it well as the hairs are soft against your skin. Now distracted from your nerves, you sling your arms around his back, feeling the muscle underneath as you slide them up and down. He brings his arm around your waist, pulling you tight against his body. You moan at the feeling of his already growing erection pushing against your belly and he ceases the moment to slip his tongue between your lips.

You find the hem of his shirt and slide both your hands underneath to feel his warm skin at the same time as you grind your hips into his just a little to see how he reacts. With a growl, he breaks the kiss for just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and discard it, giving you a perfect view of the dark hair on his chest until his lips are back on yours. He lifts you up with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist. As you pull your own t-shirt off he walks you both towards his truck, leaning you against the sun-heard metal. You yelp and he pulls you back up.

Shit, sorry! Here let me... And he take your shirt and puts it behind you as a buffer. God you're gorgeous he takes you in for a moment, then nuzzles his beard into your neck and begins kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin. You squirm at the ticklish sensation but he's got a strong hold on you, not letting you get away. He works his way further down, unclasping your bra and taking it off before taking a nipple between his teeth and gently biting down while one hand pinches the other. At your enthusiastic moan, he does it again, making your rut your hips up against his body for any friction you can find.

You look down to see a devilish grin on his face before he comes back up to kiss you. You can't help another moan as he reaches his hand between your legs, cupping your pussy with just enough pressure to tease. Biting at his lower lip in revenge, you elicit a low groan. He moves his hand back to your ass, supporting you as he grinds his own, now fully hard cock against you. Panting, you bring your hands down to free him from his confines but your hands are quickly seized by one of his.

I don't remember giving you permission He all but growls, making you whimper with the loss of stimulation as he stills his hips.

Please, sir you squeak out, your brain already muddled with neediness and thankfully he seems merciful and releases your hands which immediately resume their task. Even with how shaky they are you make quick work of his button and zipper and, with an appreciative sound, finally wrap your fingers around his now freed cock. You press a line of kisses from his neck down his chest as he continues to rut into your fist, bracing himself with one hand on the car behind you. You work your way lower and lower, sliding down the hood until you hit the ground, now kneeling with his imposing endowment right at your eye level.

His free hand falls to your head as you give a testing lick to his tip before wrapping your lips around it. You slowly work him deeper until he hits the back of your throat and wrap one hand around what doesn’t fit, pumping at a maddeningly slow pace. But not for long, as the man above you gets impatient with your teasing and begins fucking into your mouth at a quicker pace. Your free hand wanders along his body until it reaches underneath to cup his balls, gently rolling and massaging them as a contrast to pace he has set. His groans and growls only spur you on, wanting to hear what he sounds like falling apart. You’re peripherally aware of your own arousal wetting your underwear, but the thought is overshadowed by your need to make him cum. Before it comes to that, he pulls out, holding your head back by the neck as you try to chase your prize.

Come back up here sweetheart he commands, voice deep and raspy with arousal and you obey, standing up. He reclaims your lips, moaning at his own taste on your tongue as he fidgets to open your trousers and gain access to your wet heat. You helplessly pant into his mouth as he begins rubbing your clit, giving you a taste of your own treatment as he starts a teasingly slow movement. When you try to rut your hips faster against him, he stops until you still again, quickly teaching you that he is in charge. In your effort to keep your hips still you wrap your arms around his torso again, hands raking over his back as you moan and pant at his ministrations. He pushes two fingers in, scissoring them to spread you open, groaning appreciatively at the way you clench around them. You whine when he pulls out, about to start begging when you notice he is lining up his cock to your entrance. With a pleading whimper, your wrap your legs around his waist as he enters you in one swift movement.

Your mind blanks for a moment at the stretch and the feeling of being so full with him that you don’t even realise he’s not moving. When you open your eyes, you find him staring down at you with a smug grin. Then he braces against the car and slowly begins pulling out, drawing a long whimper from you. With a snap of his hips he fucks back in, now setting a rapid pace that drives any and all coherent thought from your mind. As his thrusts become more erratic in chase of his own end he sneaks a hand between you and begins rubbing your clit again in quick, tight little circles. With a scream, you cum, walls fluttering around him which takes him over the edge with you, painting your insides white. You stay like this for a while, him buried deeply inside you as you both catch your breath. Then, he pulls out and begins cleaning you both with your shirt while you put your bra back on.

All cleaned up and satisfied he takes you in his arms You were amazing sweetheart. Now let’s get you home for dinner.

#captain syverson x F!reader #female reader #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson fic #captain syverson smut #syverson x reader #syverson smut #syverson fic #henry cavill fic

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lilcoffeecup · 3 years

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Late night coffee and confessions

This is my entry for the fluff/angst Maribat April. This is the fluff piece to @onlyganymede-maribatedition‘s angst piece with the prompt of “I think I love you; You think?!” their fic was really good, I definitely would recommend checking it out. I’m really sorry for posting this late and for the short length but I hope it turned out okay. Enjoy :) @maribat-angst-fluff-april

Marinette had recently moved to Gotham a few weeks ago, after the disaster that was Paris, she had needed a fresh new start and Gotham was that for her. Growing up in a bakery, she wanted to keep a small piece of her past with her and that’s how she ended up becoming a barista at Café Levant. It was a small café, but the manager Micheal and fellow barista, Sera were both good people and made her feel not so alone in Gotham especially during the dreaded night shift.

Tim had always frequented to Café Levant when he wanted his coffee fix at 4am these days since Dick, Bruce, even the whole floor was trying to get him coffee dry, the traitors. Thought it was a nice walk and he always got himself a little a little treat and of course his love, his life, coffee. W.E was a little far away from Café Levant but worth the walk with the delicious chocolate croissants that were baked fresh daily there, and the nice baristas there even gave him the leftovers if there were any occasionally.

Just as Tim was walking in for his late night/early morning coffee fix while almost walking into the door, one of the newer baristas was making brewing a fresh pot. Marinette was her name; Tim was reminded by her a quick glance at her nametag and for a second Tim thought he was looking at a female version of him. With her having the same expression as his on her face, of not having had sleep in over a week, and of just being so done with everything that all that mattered was finishing the task at hand then passing out for a couple days.

Pouring the coffee into what looked to be a very large cup, and taking a long sip, Tim waited to place his order. “No offense but I’m not gonna greet you with the way too chipper ‘welcome to café levant bs’ because honestly its way too early to have to deal with that, for both you and me. So just tell me your order and wait right there for me to gather enough braincells to make your drink.” Marinette said pointed to a little further from the order station with a card name card type of tag saying ‘pickup’s’.

Tim blinked for a few seconds then seemed to become somewhat coherent again “Uhhh, can I have the darkest roast coffee please?” It was Marinette’s turn to blink, as far as she knew, she was the only one able to stomach the darkest roast that they had and everyone else ended up saying that they couldn’t except for that one guy the others had told her about. “Are you sure about that? Almost no one is able to stomach that, weaklings” Mariette ended up muttering at the end. “Yeah, I’m sure, and as large as you have with as many espresso shots as legal” Now Marinette’s mind was spinning and not just the 4am spinning, no like actually spinning because “if you want to copy my order then go ahead, it’s your funeral”

Just as Tim was about to reply, Riddler burst through the doors carrying a gun in his hand, “Give me all your money, c’mon empty the register NOW”. Marinette didn’t look the least bit frightened though she did look like she wanted to punch someone. Tim realized that the other two workers had stepped back, and so did he since he wasn’t Red Robin right now but Tim Drake-Wayne.

“Do you honestly have nothing better to do right now then rob a small-time café? And, rude much, I was clearly talking to a zombie like myself here and you just had to go and burst through the doors as if I would care” Marinette ended up saying in a bored tone while looking for a frying pan to smack Riddler over the head with. After successfully finding what she was looking for, she nodded her head in the direction of the back-area of the café to Tim “Just head on in there with Sera and Michael, I’ll be with you again in a moment”

For the second time since Tim had entered the small café today, Tim was almost sure that this was all a dream and not reality. Logically speaking, how would a petite little seemingly French not that he wouldn’t look her up on the Bat-computer later would be able to take on Riddler. Before he could protest though, he was ushered into the back by the 2 other workers and when inside and looking at his somewhat concerned face, started snickering “Don’t worry about little Mari, she packs more of a punch than one would think”.

A few minutes later, Marinette walked in with a half-conscious but fully terrified Riddler tied up screaming “Look at what you did! You made me drop some of my precious nectar, my coffee, you monster.” Riddler ended up blubbering “I’m sorry okay! I’m sorry! I’ll never rob this café again! Just please, please don’t hit me with your coffee pot, it hurts.” When she saw Tim’s still concerned look, she gave a glance at her co-workers and when they simply shrugged and started to walk back to the front of the shop to go back to what they were doing she ushered him back to the front

“Are you okay?”, Tim was simply shocked “Am I okay? I wasn’t the one who took down the Riddler, are you okay?”. “Yeah, I’m fine just kind of lost a piece of me with my spilt coffee” “Mood.”

“Anyways, here is your order, I made it just like mine so be careful, it packs a big kick” Tim took a sip “Oh my god! I think I’m in love, you are, hands-down, my new favourite barista! This reminds me of the coffee I used to be able to have before those traitors betrayed me and tried to get me coffee dry” Tim didn’t know if it was just him, but he thought Marinette’s eyes twinkled a little more after that. “Oof, that’s tough, my parents back home tried the same and let’s just say when they were unsuccessful, they didn’t bother trying again” “Don’t worry, I would be a hypocrite if I tried to tame your coffee intake because I’m the same”. Both Tim and Marinette ended up talking throughout the night, and both felt a spark. Marinette didn’t want to seem as pushing herself onto Tim and Tim didn’t know if Marinette would feel the same. In the end, when Tim was just about to leave, he gathered up all his courage and internally said goodbye to the amazing coffee and café if this ended up going south, then decided to say it because he didn’t want the night to end, he didn’t want to leave her. Marinette, seeing that Tim was meaning to say something hoped that it was what she wanted to hear.

“I think I love you”

“You think?!”

~fin.

#timmari #coffee shop au #as you can tell im terrible at fluff so sorry in advance #angst fluff april #maribat angst and fluff april #maribat #Mari and Tim are just so done and are gonna be coffee lovers forever #boba writes

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yunhowhoitiss · 3 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐮𝐦

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k+

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, fantasy au (?), slow burn, angst if you squint, ft co-worker jongho :)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You’re finally starting to make ends meet when you start working at your school’s local café, but the world is so full of surprises.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader panics a bit(?)

𝐚/𝐧: I came up with this at 4am a couple days ago so it’s not my proudest, but I felt bad just letting it sit in my drafts so here you go :) enjoy!

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The gentle smell of freshly baked pastries, accompanied by the stronger aroma of ground coffee beans, wafted through the comfy café. There was a constant chatter as customers scattered around the joint whilst waiting, disguising the soft hum coming from behind the coffee machine. Your face was out of sight, except your hair peeked out above the espresso machine where you were pouring a latté, entertaining yourself by decorating a small heart in the foam. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as your eyes turned to soft crescents when soft wisps of your hair had fallen out of your bun and across the sides of your forehead. The steam floating from the cup caressed your hands as you picked up the mug along with an assortment of macaroons.

“Order for Julie: four macaroons, a chai latté, and an espresso affogato, extra dry!” You announced through the coffee shop, turning a few heads.

You made your way back to the station to continue other orders but stopped as you noticed something missing; you had run out of cinnamon to top off drinks. Your coworker ought to know where another carton would be, so you turned towards the kitchen to find him wrist-deep in bread dough.

“Jongho, where are the extra containers of cinnamon again?”

“Oh, those are in the grey cabinet below the pastry display,” he smiled back, all the while kneading the dough.

Flashing him an ‘ok’ sign, you headed back to the front of the shop. You hadn’t been working at the Crescent Café very long, but you happened to be a pretty fast learner, according to Jongho; you could make latte art before other trainees could even make a latte. Quickly getting back to work, you served a customer until something caught you eye whilst jotting down an order on your notepad; had the writing been on your wrist all day? It must just be something I wrote down earlier, you thought.

As the sun made its way towards the horizon, you returned to the comfort of your small apartment to freshen up, eat dinner, and momentarily forget your academic responsibilities— homework, ugh-- before heading to school again the next day. You entered you apartment with a relived sigh and threw your keys onto a nearby dresser, mumbling "I'm home" to nobody in particular. Too lazy to go to your room, you simply undressed as you walked towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind you. Note to self: clean that up later.

The moment you stepped into the shower, your shoulders loosened as the hot water washed away your tension. The writing on your wrist caught your eye again. Scrutinizing the messy handwriting, you saw what seemed to be a shopping list.

“Eggs, lucky charms, and aftershave,” you read aloud.

Aftershave? I don’t use that. Could it be… you were lost thought, not noticing the warm steam filling the bathroom. You rubbed at your soapy skin frantically in an attempt to wash off the pen, to no avail. Lately, although rarely, you’d started to notice small bruises or random marks on your skin; you’d never seen writing, though. You briefly wondered if there was possibly another person causing this, but you only saw such things in movies or books... right?

Your heart rate started to pick up, and a heavy sensation built up in your chest. It isn’t possible, it can’t be. The cramped space of your shower started to feel suffocating. Nearly slipping, you jumped out of the shower and dried yourself off. You got dressed in whatever shirt and sweats you found hanging around your bedroom. Was something wrong with you? Am I imagining things? I’m not going crazy, right? Worrisome thoughts flooded your mind as you spiralled deeper into a panic. Calm down. Don’t skip to conclusions. You threw yourself onto the bed. In and out. It’s that simple, you consoled yourself. Slowly but surely, you felt your heart come to a rest.

When you lifted your hand up above your head the writing was still there, unchanged. So you weren’t losing your mind. Could somebody else be the cause of this? Was someone else somehow writing on your skin? No, you felt stupid for even considering the thought; otherworldly things like that only happened in comics or movies. Nevertheless, it was the only possibility that made sense to you in the moment. You let your curiosity get the best of you, and paced towards the living room to grab a pen off the coffee table. On your right hand, you simply wrote "Hi," in hopes of eliciting some sort of response.

The following day proved to be a rather sunny, warm Monday, but you had to spend your time in a closed lecture hall. The cold-toned ceiling lights were much too bright for your liking, and the monotonous professor spouted information maybe only a handful of people were genuinely listening to. That morning, you had woken up to find the list on your wrist gone, leaving only your own message from the night before. You started to think you'd really had a hallucination of some sort.

Half an hour into the lecture, you were already bored out of your mind and absentmindedly sketching intricate doodles on your notebook. I should just give up on biochemistry and become an artist, you mused to yourself. You remained focused on your art, while marks started to take shape on the back of your hand. Your soft eyes widened almost comically at the sight, and you shot a brief look to the people around you to make sure they hadn’t seen anything. Whipping your head back to your hand, you saw that the words stopped writing themselves, leaving a short message saying “Am I going nuts?”

Wondering the same thing yourself, you jotted down a response below it: “I dunno, you tell me,” followed by a cheeky smiley face. If this really was real, you might as well make a good first impression.

Weeks trickled into months as you made short exchanges with your newly discovered friend. Some nights you would write “good night” followed by a drawn heart, earning a sweet “sleep well” in return. You would frequently wake up to thoughtful words written on the palm of your hand, or you'd kindly ask your companion how they were doing when you had a quiet day at work. Even so, all you had learned about this person was their name, age, and that they were a student as well. Yunho was a twenty-one-year-old elementary education major with a minor in physiology-- he also worked as a dance teacher on weekends. You still didn’t know much about each other, so the messages never went further than greetings and simple conversations.

Be that as it may, you liked it like that. Your relationship wasn’t complex; it felt comfortable and pure, and you didn’t want to change it.

Mellow spring afternoons at the café had always been your favourite. The wispy clouds in the sky were painted a buttery yellow by the slowly setting sun, and a steady stream of nearby students stopped by for coffee. Your new friend had sweetly noted "It's golden hour. Made me think of you," on your palm, leaving you in a bubbly mood. You had started your shift by drawing a heart on your wrist, hoping your secret companion would see it.

You worked by the espresso machine as usual, humming to yourself as always. The bell rang, indicating that customers had arrived; it was a group of what seemed to be three guys and a girl.

“We’ll be right with you!” you called. You turned towards the kitchen. “Jongho, can you take their orders?” Silence. “Pretty please? I need to clean up my station.” you persisted.

“Fine, yeah,” you heard your colleague grumble.

As you tidied up behind the machine, you felt as though someone was watching you from the counter. You lifted your head curiously, meeting a pair of inquisitive doe eyes coloured a soft hazelnut brown. The warm eyes instantly turned into friendly half-moons as the boy smiled shyly upon being caught staring. You hurried back to cleaning up your station, hoping to hide the pink tint of your cheeks, but the red shade consuming your ears gave you away.

Jongho handed you the cups for their orders and walked over to the pastry display. You got started on a hot chocolate and three iced americanos, getting back into your “barista brain,” as you liked to call it. After finishing the drinks, you called out "Three iced americanos, a hot chocolate, and two blueberry muffins!”

You turned around to grab straws, and you overheard one of the guys say “I’ll grab ‘em, you guys can stay here.” You made your way back to the counter, looking up only to be met with the boy from earlier. Butterflies littered your stomach, fluttering up into your chest. “Oh, um, here are some straws,” you smiled gingerly.

“Thanks. Could I please get a sleeve as well?” he asked, “For my hot chocolate.”

“Of course!”

As you handed him the cardboard sleeve, his hands caught your eye. Not only were they the most beautiful hands you'd ever laid eyes on, but the boy had a heart drawn on the valley of skin between his left thumb and wrist, exactly where you had drawn one on your own hand just a while earlier. He seemed to recognize the message on your palm as well; a confused expression ghosted over his face. Gathering all your courage, you nodded towards his hand and did your best to form a coherent sentence. “That’s—”

“Your heart,” he interrupted, “Right?”

You giggled softly in response, barely containing your excitement.

“Right,” you smiled down at your feet in an attempt to hide the bashful grin that pulled at your lips. A hand popped up in front of you.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. My name’s Yunho-- Oh, but you know that already, don’t you?” Yunho chuckled sheepishly. You looked up and slipped your hand into his, shaking it gently. His hands were warm, fingertips ever so soft.

“Nice to meet you too.”

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sarcasticmudkip · 3 years

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Just a quick tip: Since the creator of helluva boss is the same as hazbin hotel, people will probably come into your notes and complain about how offensive, bad and discriminatory the series is.

Obviously thats all bs, this weird new definition of whats "problematic" is nonsensical anyways, but I just wanted to give you a quick heads up in case you didnt know how absolutely outraged people may become over this fictional show.

Hmm, I guess I can get the idea where people might find the show offensive, since it deals with more *cough* mature topics. Art style aside, it’s definitely something that’s for a bit of an older audience than, say, thirteen year olds, but I doubt that stops anyone :p lol.

I think the show handles its topics and themes really really well, it’s definitely not half-assed!! So I think (take me with a grain of salt as you will as my analysis and soaking in of all the content hasn’t settled for more than 24 hours) that if people found it “problematic,” it was “problematic” because of the presence of those themes and topics itself, and not out of mis-representation or romanticism or something. (Well, maybe Stolas’ obsessives hots for Blitz is a bit over romanticized, I could see that argument. But overall show’s good in Kip’s book) Kind of an on-going pattern in fandom....if you talk about a topic like abuse or gender identity, you’re automatically problematic :/ Ah well. Should probably be fine overall, I’m just dipping into fanart and writing analysis, not too much into deep fandom

Also it’s 4am so hopefully this is coherent and I didn’t accidentally say something stupid

EDIT: NEVERMIND SEE REBLOG

#PLEASE SEE MY REBLOG THESE NO LONGER REFLECT MY THOUGHTS ON THIS #but also Stolas be less of a creep to Blitz challenge #I hope that like...becomes a developed character flaw that you can call them out on instead of just solely comedic humour #but seriously can i gush about Hellavu Boss' writing because DAAAAAAAAAMNNNNNNN #hotel hazbin is great but also #doesn't hold a candle imo :3 #maybe i'm just biased to the bird demon.........................#......#no. no it's the writing it's just objectively better

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succubusphan · 4 years

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How I Met My Boyfriend (Horror) - Not clickbait

Summary: Phil senses something strange in the shower and comes out of that situation with a video Idea.

Tags: Smut, Needy Phil, Getting together, Au.

Rating: E

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: This was written for the Im-PROMPT-u phandom creator challenge hosted by the @phandomreversebang Day 8: Horror + Not clickbait. Somewhat based on that Reese Witherspoon movie that I’m not going to google the name of. It’s 4am, don’t ask more of me.

Readon on ao3

Phil groaned as he made his way to the bathroom. 8 am was too fucking early - if he could just go back to bed and sleep a bit more, another 4 or 5 hours, that would be perfect, but sadly, he had to film a video and he was on crunch time.

He started the shower and waited until it was hot enough before he hopped in. Once under the spray, he felt himself relax a bit more, closing his eyes and rolling his shoulders in an attempt to loosen all of the kinks on his back and his neck. He looked at his pouting face in the mirror that was placed on the opposite wall. To be honest, he hated that mirror. ‘Why would anyone put a fucking mirror in the shower?’ His landlord was an idiot.

A cold drift filtered into the bathroom and moved the shower curtain but upon inspection, he realized that both the door and the window were tightly shut. He shook his head and proceeded to wash his hair with a frown.

As he lathered his hair, he closed his eyes and huffed, noticing that a particular part of his body refused to relax fully; in fact, the cold drift had made the problem worse.

He felt something, a cold sensation, as if an ice cube was making its way from his chest and slowly inching closer to his cock. He opened his eyes and shivered.

The mirror in front of him had a penis drawing and a question. ‘Yes?’

“Yes?” Phil frowned.

The cold sensation returned this time directly to the head of his cock. Phil gasped and choked on a moan.

The ‘Yes?’ in the mirror was now underlined.

Deciding that he was hallucinating or dreaming, Phil nodded rapidly. An orgasm was an orgasm, he wasn’t about to pass on that.

The feeling around his cock returned. Phil looked down and was mesmerized by the contrast of hot water and whatever was providing the cooling effect. He felt as if something had just wrapped around him and was trying to … suck him. He leaned back against the cool wall and let out high pitched moans as he pinched his nipples and let whatever was working on his cock go to town. After all, if it was some sort of demon, he would have to accept his fate. ‘Would it be so bad to get this sort of punishment on the daily?’ He thought not.

That was his last coherent thought before he was coming. Some of it hit the mirror; a new record. He blinked repeatedly as the dripping stain transformed into a heart. A heart, drawn with his come, on the fucking shower mirror.

That was enough for the day. He returned to bed, soaking wet and wrapped in 3 towels, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

As a Youtuber with a niche for the unknown, paranormal and overall weird, Phil considered making a video about the experience but it was way too explicit and the evidence was gone too. The mirror was clean when he checked. It was safe to assume it had been a dream caused by his frequent insomnia and the fact that he couldn’t really remember the last time he had had sex.

A few days went by without any strange happenings, so Phil took it as a confirmation to his theory. The only problem was that now being in the shower gave him a hard-on without fail.

About a week after the first incident, something happened again. He was in the shower and he saw another ‘Yes?’ in the mirror before the icy sensation ran down his skin.

“Yes,” Phil said breathlessly and saw himself smile in the mirror. He was going to enjoy whatever this was.

A bit more curious and awake than during the previous episode, he made sure to check certain details. He looked down to his cock and actually saw his foreskin moving up and down his shaft, as if he was touching it himself. He found that piece of information extremely weird and alarmingly hot. A particularly hard squeeze around the base caused him to moan loudly and close his eyes. The sensation increased in speed as if whatever entity was doing this to him was moving faster but then it was gone, just as it had come. The sensation, of course, he hadn’t come.

“What happened!?” Phil asked, looking around. He saw nothing until he checked the mirror.

There was a weird shape and another ‘Yes?’

Phil cocked his head trying to figure out what in the hell was this...being trying to ask. “Is that a fucking apple?”

‘No!’ Read the mirror. Another drawing appeared, it still kinda looked like an apple but it had a split in the middle… like a peach.

“A peach?”

‘Yes!?’

“I don’t get it!” Phil whined.

‘TURN’

‘Turn?’ Phil thought, ‘What for?’ Oh!

He turned around and placed his hands on the tiles, arching his back slightly and spreading his legs. The cooling sensation returned, but this time it was different. If he had to guess, he would have said it was a tongue. The tongue of someone who had just eaten ice or that had an ice cube in their mouth.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt the cold tongue make its way inside his ass. “Yesss!” He hissed. Fuck, if he could figure out how to make this happen on the regular he would never leave his apartment again. Phil kept moaning and panting as he moved his hips in a circle, but yet again the feeling was gone.

He looked over his shoulder but before he could voice any questions the sensation was back. Something was rubbing on his ass, but something else was pressed against his back. As if someone was standing behind him, someone just as tall as he was. He even felt something covering his hands, that almost felt like fingers. The feeling was still there but didn’t move. The realization soon hit Phil. It was waiting for him to consent.

“Yes, yes please,” he begged.

And just like that, the cold was inside him, all around him, pinning him to the wall and thrusting against his prostate. He was close, so close that he could almost taste it. “Deeper!” Phil demanded, and his wish was granted. He came all over the wall with a blinding pleasure. The next thing he knew was that he was sitting under the cold shower spray without any evidence of a fall.

Determined to get to the bottom of this, Phil grabbed a black light and examined his entire bathroom.

Whatever was jumping him in the shower liked to write notes here and there. ‘Pretty,’ read one the mirrors that he actually used to get ready, the one above the sink.

’Ass,’ said one on the wall he had leaned on last time. And ‘Daniel H,’ read one above his soap dispenser.

Phil wrote all the evidence down and went onto his office to conduct the research. Said research consisted of googling news reports on Daniel H. Nothing caught his mind except for the news on that accident that happened 3 weeks prior only around the corner.

“Daniel Howell, 29, was hit by a drunk taxi driver at 3 am. The security cameras show that the young man crossed the street looking at his phone and barely got time to look up before he was hit. His condition is bad but the doctors have said that surgery was successful. All the family and friends can do now is wait.”

Phil decided that he needed to know more about this man. He could be the one visiting him, or at least be connected to the story. But god, that face. Phil really hoped it was him and that he was still alive.

After a weird interview with a doctor, Phil was let into Daniel’s bedroom. He didn’t know why the doctor believed him, he didn’t have any proof of being part of the family, but he wasn’t about to start complaining.

He slipped inside as quietly as possible in case someone was in the bathroom but after further inspection, it seemed like he had managed to avoid running into the family. Phil traced Daniel’s fingers with his own - they were cold but they felt oddly familiar. Instinctively, Phil squeezed his hand and to his surprise, Daniel squeezed back.

“Hello?” Phil said, but Daniel didn’t move. He tried again, but this time without words. He pressed a chaste kiss to Daniel’s lips and promptly fell back onto the floor when the other’s eyes opened in a flash.

“You d-didn’t ask,” croaked Dan, but he smiled anyway.

“So, yeah guys. As luck may have it, the guy that was hit by a taxi around the corner turned out to be a sexy ghost and later became my boyfriend.”

Phil smiled at the person standing behind the camera, “Would you like to say hi?”

Daniel laughed but shook his head. “You can put a picture up of when my mom found you in my hospital room asking questions about the accident and kissing me like a creep.”

“Hey… I waited until she was gone to kiss you.”

“But did you wait until I was awake?”

“That’s confidential information! Edit it out!” Phil laughed and got up to chase Dan around the office. Recording the outro could wait.

#phanfiction #phanfic #succubusphan fics #impromptu #phan #phan smut

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mercieshana · 4 years

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What’s up, Doc? (pt.2)

Teaser: Your seductive stand-in gynecologist suggests a more thorough and private inspection at his place.

Characters: You x Jungkook

Warnings: Some more Doctor Jeon, a pinch of DADDY, a sprinkle of fingering, two shots of dominance, a trace of forceful fucking and a hint of cum-play.

Word count: ~1.9k

Note: I do not usually do pt.2s to stories, as I feel that they may not live up to my- or your standards and I am afraid that they won’t be nearly as good as the 1st. However, a couple of you were requesting a pt.2, so I don’t want to leave you guys hanging. I hope it isn’t utter trash >.<! Super nervous about posting this! Please enjoy, be safe, and excuse my typos! This is another 4am affair!!!

Read pt.1 here

“Hmmm, it still seems to be awfully wet down there,” his manly voice echoed through the room, “I think you need a more thorough inspection… at my house.”

That thought consumed your mind, as you found yourself at his expensive place with your body, that was only shielded by your panty’s, pressed against the sheets of his bed with him staring deeply into your dark eyes. His dark orbs exuded danger, hunger, and dominance, as he peered into what felt like your very soul, making your heartbeat race yet again. He had you trapped between his arms, with his jet black hair a bit disheveled, his white doctor’s coat hanging open and his angry erection pounding visibly against the confides of his black pants. For a moment, there was absolute silence, with only the two of you staring into each other’s eyes; the sexual tension between the two of you being so thick that you would’ve easily been able to cut it with a knife.

Jungkook was the first to break the silence, after getting off of the bed. He slowly slipped out of the white cloth of his coat and then his shirt below it, exposing his wonderfully toned chest that heaved with every breath he took. The sight of that made you bite down on your lower lip and you pressed your thighs together in anticipation. While he was unbuckling the black Versace belt that secured his pants, he said: “(Y/N), let daddy inspect you, a bit more thoroughly.”

The second after that sentence slipped past his juicy, pink lips, his pants dropped to the floor and he pulled his large erection out of his Armani boxer’s. His cock was so big and angry looking, with precum just oozing out of the tip, with the light that was flooding in through the large wall of glass windows making it glisten, that it made your heart skip a beat. He could see the shock and horror that crept onto your face as his large hand wrapped around his dick to pump it a few times. He had nice big balls too and you couldn’t wait to feel them slap against your skin, but there was one problem... how was all that supposed to fit!? Nervously, you tried to think of some kind of escape plan or possibly a way to make him fit, but you just simply couldn’t think of one.

“J-Jungkook-,” your words were interrupted by him correcting you and reminding you to call him daddy in a dominant voice that made your insides turn.

“D-Daddy,” you started again, stuttering, “how is that supposed to fit?”

His loud, dark chuckle sounded through the partially dark room, sending a shiver through your whole body. He was going to destroy you! That demon!

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), it will fit,” he replied and it was hardly reassuring. You watched him make his way towards you, slowly inching closer and closer to you who was located in the center of the spacious bed. You couldn’t help, but feel scared. Your mind was screaming that you needed to escape this beast, but your body was frozen in place with desire and want. You could feel the area between your legs burning up, burning up for Jungkook’s attention. Nobody had ever made you feel the way he did. He was like a drug and you were already addicted.

Next thing you knew, he was on top of you, attacking the sensitive flesh of your neck to leave more marks. You took this time to carefully trace the length of his monstrous cock with your small, delicate hand and what you felt made you even more anxious.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit,” you repeated, trying to wiggle out from under him, but his strong hand wrapped around your tiny throat without hesitation, choking you while simultaneously keeping you in place.

“Oh, I know you aren’t trying to run, are you?” he smiled deviously, his long tongue darting out to wet his sinful lips. Even if you wanted to reply you couldn’t, the grip he had on your throat barely made it able for you to make a sound, let alone breathe, yet it was still turning you on so much that you felt the fabric of your underwear stick to your pussy lips. You began to rub your thighs together for some kind of friction and relief, because the heat down there was starting to become unbearable.

Jungkook leaned forward, not loosening the strong hold he had on your throat and whispered into your ear: “Your inspection isn’t over yet. Be a good patient, so daddy won’t have to restrain you.”

His words made goosebumps form across your whole body. You had nowhere to run. All you could do was take the merciless assault he was about to start on your body that was waiting for him with excitement. Nipples erect and pussy wet in anticipation.

You watched him lean down to take your perky nipple into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue circling the sensitive nub made you release a tiny squirm. Jungkook loosened his hold a bit, so he could hear you scream when he bit down on your nipple. The sound that escaped your velvety lips made his dick jump.

“Your boobs are still fine, but what about..,” your eyes widened the moment his hand wrapped around your soaked panty’s and tore them off violently, removing them from your body and throwing them onto the floor in one swift motion.

“..down here,” he smirked, staring into your eyes, as he forcefully parted your legs with his legs and ran a large digit along the ocean of your slit, only to thrust it in not even a second later. Your whole body reacted and Jungkook smiled triumphantly. He did not hesitate to go straight for your g-spot and inserted yet another finger for more pleasure. Not even two minutes later you were coming undone under his touch with him watching your every move. The pleasure he was dishing out had become too much for you to handle and your whole body was at his mercy. Beads of sweat had formed all over your bodies and the two of you were panting, but Jungkook was not done inspecting you.

“Hmm, it seems to be fine, but let me make sure that your pussy is working correctly,” you heard him whisper into your ear, his tongue coming out to sensually caress the shell of your ear. You squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation, further boosting Jungkook’s ego.

Suddenly, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach, Jungkook’s hand aggressively tangled in your hair with your ass up in the air, facing him.

“Daddy, I-I’m not ready! It won’t fit,” you protested fearfully. You wanted him so badly and you knew it, but you just couldn’t see how he was supposed to make his way inside you. You felt him position the tip of his cock at your entrance. Scared, you tried to push off of him a bit, the courage that was left inside of you immediately fleeing your being as soon as you felt him rub his head through the wetness of your folds.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” he said soothingly and you felt relieved for a moment. Your body relaxed. You couldn’t feel him at your entrance anymore.

“I’ll make it fit,�� he suddenly and skillfully thrust his length inside of your tight core, earning a loud yelp from you. Oh, how you wanted to push off of his large dick that was stretching you out to the point where you felt like you couldn’t stretch out any further, but the hand he had in your hair was keeping you in place, no matter how much you fought.

“The more you run, the further in I go,” he threatened you. Your pussy started to tighten around him and it became even more aroused at the sound of his dominant words. You never knew that you were so into being forced into submission, but you were sure learning about it and yourself.

“Ah, daddy,” you shouted in pain and pleasure, but also to further play into the fantasy that you were having in your head. Jungkook fucked you like you had never been fucked before. He pounded your pussy so good and hard that you were left unable to form coherent sentences while you were tearing the sheets off of his bed. The pain that was present at first subsided and all you were left with was wild, animalistic pleasure and excitement that was rushing through your being. The way you felt his skin slap against yours, with his hard, big balls hitting your clit and heard his grunts and growls ripping through the hot air, made you want his cum. You wanted him to shoot his seed inside of you. Never had you ever had such crazy and wild thoughts. This proved that Jungkook was like no other that you had ever encountered before. You cried and moaned helplessly under his grip as his large frame towered over yours while he fucked you senseless. The way he was angling his dick and the spots he was hitting made it hard to hold on to your sanity. What felt like not even a moment later, you could sense yourself rushing towards your high and then you were inevitably sent over the edge, with stars now clouding your vision.

“Fuck, Jungkoooook~,” you cried out with your eyes screwed shut, cumming on his cock, hard. The way your pussy convulsed around him and gripped him tighter made Jungkook growl and pound into you harder. You could tell he was close, as his thrusts were becoming erratic and low grunt sere slipping past his lips more frequently.

“I’m about to cum,” he moaned, almost breathlessly, sweat dripping down his body and forming beads on his forehead.

“Cum inside me, daddy,” you stated erotically, as if possessed by some kind of a sex demon. With that Jungkook lost all control and his potent, hot seed made its way from his balls all the way to his slit and shot out inside of you to coat your sweet walls. It felt so good inside you and it was so much that you were sure it would flood out the instant he removed his dick from inside of you. However, you stayed like that for a moment, his cock still inside you while his sweaty body was glued to your sweaty, the two of you struggling to regain your breath. As he lifted himself off of you and removed himself from inside of you a while later to retrieve some tissues to clean you and himself up, you turned to face him, his cum leaking out of your pussy.

A smile consumes his face, as he saw your cute disheveled hair, your sexy “I just got fucked” expression and his seed dripping from your entance.

When he returned with a rag and some tissues, he saw you sitting up on the bed, a huge blush spreading across your face the second the two of you made eye contact.

“Are you alright?” he questioned, the caring and kind Jungkook you had encountered in the office a few hours earlier making an unexpected return.

“D-doc, I don’t feel so good. I think I should come in for regular checkups,” you whined suggestively and bit down on the finger that was positioned on your bottom lip.

A dark, mysterious, and devious smirk crept back onto Jungkook’s face and, from that moment on, you knew that this adventure was far from over.

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Jet Lagged (Lena Luthor x Reader)

Request: 53 (”it’s lonely here without you”) and 57 (”is that my shirt?”) with domestic fluffy Lena and reader. R is away somewhere for business and Lena is hit with the missing Reader hours. Lena face times or skypes R and they chat. Lovesick Lena, please. Maybe Reader finally comes back home and cue koala girlfriend Lena.

Fandom: Supergirl

Warning: The insinuation of smut, but nothing actually happens in this story.

Words: 1263

You’re awoken from your slumber by the oh-so-familiar melody of an incoming skype call. You lift your head and rub at your cheeks where you can feel the imprint left behind by your keyboard – you must have dozed off trying to get to the bottom of your insurmountable heap of work related e-mails again. You let out a frankly massive yawn, quickly check the time – it’s 4 am, who calls at 4am?! – and then let your gaze swerve to the notification at the bottom of your screen.

You and Lena have been together for almost two years now, and your heart still hasn’t stopped missing a beat whenever you see her, or even just her name on a little skype notification. You’re still as hopelessly in love as you were on your first date (and, to be honest, at least a year or so before that). Your exhaustion vanishes into thin air immediately as the familiar giddiness takes over. You accept the call.

“Lena, what are you doing up so late?” you start asking, and immediately feel stupid as you see the warm orange light of the sunset filter through her window, bathing your girlfriend in a warm glow. Oh right, time zones. They exist.

“I’m sorry darling, did I wake you?”, she asks, uncharacteristically bashful. You’re taken over by a desire to pull her into your arms and never ever let her go again so intense you actually fear you might start crying any second.

“Well, proven by the waffle-face I’ve got going on”, you joke, gesturing at the imprints you can still feel on the left side of your face, “I was having an impromptu nap on my lapto- hey, is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

You see just a hint of red appear on her cheeks, and you’re pretty sure it has nothing to do with the intense glow of National City dusk. You feel so privileged, getting to see this side of her – not that all of her sides aren’t beautiful, you love strict and sexy boardroom Lena just as much as genius scientist Lena, but this one, cosy evenings Lena, feels special somehow. Private. A side of Lena only you get to see.

“It still smells like you”, she confesses, toying with the buttons. “I just – I missed you so much, I had to see your face. I’ll let you get back to sleep now, I’m sorry for waking you up.”

You see her reach for the touchpad of her laptop, presumably to close the call, so you react quickly.

“No, baby, I missed you too. So much. Let’s stay up a bit longer.”

You see Lena’s hand hover over the touchpad indecisively for one or two seconds, before she retreats it and flashes you a brilliant smile. “But not too long, love.”

You lift your fist and extend a pinkie. “Not too long, pinkie promise.” The resulting giggle you manage to draw out of her instantly becomes your favourite sound in the whole world.

“You’re such a child”, she laughs, shaking her head.

“But you miss me.”

“Terribly. It’s lonely here without you. Kara is trying so hard to cheer me up, but National City just isn’t the same when you’re not here.”

You immediately get what she’s talking about – as excited as you were for the opportunity to work in London for a few weeks, the city quickly lost its appeal after it became clear that Lena wouldn’t be able to accompany you. “Only two more weeks left, baby, and then I’ll come home to you. I can’t wait until I get to kiss you again.”

Her eyes brighten at the thought, a mischievous mirth crossing her features. “I can’t say I haven’t missed that as well, love”, she purrs, her voice dropping an octave deeper in a way that immediately raises your pulse.

“Behave”, you chuckle. “Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish.”

“You should really get some sleep”, she says. “Doctor’s orders.”

“You’re not a doctor of medicine.”

“Yet”, she challenges playfully. “No more changing the topic. You look like you’re about to keel over.”

Catching your reflection in the webcam just as you try to stifle a yawn, you have to agree with her.

“Good night, darling. Sweet dreams.” She blows you a kiss. You pretend to catch it in your palm and press it against your heart.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

You honestly want to stay up talking to her, like a lovesick teenager on a school night, but your common sense tells you otherwise. Only two more weeks, you remind yourself. I can do this.

You know your girlfriend usually hates surprises, but when given the opportunity to take an earlier plane home and arrive about 5 hours earlier in National City than originally planned, well…let’s just say the decision process wasn’t very long. Despite the jet lag you find it impossible to sit still in the back seat of the uber, so you shift in your seat with all your pent up energy, pointedly ignoring the worried looks the driver shoots you every now and then. You tip him generously as you almost stumble over your feet in your hurry to get back to your girlfriend.

You startle Frank, Lena’s night shift security guard, who’s guilty expression immediately tells you he’s been using the computer for minesweeper again.

“Oh, Miss (Y/L/N), I wasn’t expecting you back until tomorrow!”

“Me neither, Frank, it came as a surprise to all of us.”

“Well, Miss (Y/L/N), I’d bet my last dollar that it’s going to be a very welcome surprise for Miss Luthor”, he winks.

You spend the elevator ride nervously pulling and prodding at your clothes, your efforts of looking halfway presentable for your girlfriend go out the window when you discover the coffee stain under your collar – that’s what you get for trying to enjoy a coffee on the plane. You ring the doorbell.

“Who’s there?” Lena sounds wary. No wonder, you think, nothing good has ever come of unannounced guests after midnight. Well, nothing good except you, you hope.

“Surprise?”, you say, and that’s about as far as you get before the door is flung open and you find yourself wrapped into a full-on koala hug by your girlfriend.

“I take it you’re glad I’m home?”, you giggle and press a kiss against her temple. Lena pulls back just enough to take your face in her hands, caressing it as though she was making sure you were really here. Her smile is wide, genuine, sweet. “You have no idea, darling”, she murmurs, before pulling you into a deep kiss.

You barely manage to maneuver the two of you back into the apartment, it’s hard to make your form coherent thoughts when Lena has one hand in your hair, pulling teasingly, and the other at your hip, pressing you into her. When you finally break apart, you’re both out of breath.

“I can’t believe you’re really here. I’ve waited so long for this”, Lena breathes, her hands moving to unbutton your shirt.

You try to reply, but instead a gigantic yawn forces its way past your lips. “I have the mother of all jet lags”, you admit sheepishly. “Honestly, I just need to get these shoes off and sleep for a week. Now don’t pout”, you say, quickly pressing a kiss to her ruby red lips, “and come cuddle instead.”

You don’t have to tell her twice.

“I missed this more than anything”, you hear her mumble against your collarbone, before blissful sleep finally takes you.

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