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highdefhoetry · 6 months

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jjk men when they find out you're ticklish

disclaimer: although this is mostly fluff, the author is an adult & this is their kink. minors dni, do not like, do not reblog, do not follow.

Gojo

Gojo is playfully sadistic, and you discover that the hard way. He finds out how ticklish you are very quickly; he’s handsy, and painfully observant. You try to stifle your laughter and keep your body still every time his large hands roam around your waist, but nothing gets past his Six Eyes. He sees how hard it is for you to hold back your reaction, how much your body trembles when he caresses you gently. It’s not long before he starts tickling you for real, cherishing the sound of your wild giggling.

Now that he knows you’re ticklish, it’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you. Your stomach seems to be his favorite spot, but he’ll get you anywhere if he has access to it. He uses his size and strength to his advantage, often pinning you down so tight you can barely move. When he’s got you trapped, he grins down at you with that feral smile of his, one that sends icy shivers down your spine. He loves watching you try struggling to break free, knowing it’s futile, knowing you have no way to escape what’s coming until he’s satisfied and lets you go. Then, after a few long moments of anticipation, he starts tickling every inch of your body, poking and prodding into your sensitive skin as he searches for your worst spots. And when he finds them, he teases you endlessly.

“This is where you’re weak, right?”

“You cryin’? Can’t take it? That’s too bad. I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He gets so excited, grins like a madman as he watches you giggle and squirm beneath him. And when he finds out you actually like it? It’s all over. He teases you whenever he can, just to see you get flustered and shy, then tickles you even more.

And after seeing how much fun he has tickling the shit out of you, you start to wonder if he’s got a thing for it, too!

Geto

Geto finds out you’re ticklish pretty easily. He did it one day when you were having one of your lighthearted arguments and was amused at how easily his tickles took you down. Now, he tickles you mostly just to annoy you, but also because he thinks it’s cute how sensitive you are. He seems to focus more on your sides and underarms, since those are easiest for him to grab on a whim. He’s a fan of interrogation, often tickling you until you agree to do or say what he says.

“Give up yet? I’m not stopping until you do!”

“Beg all you want, I’m gonna keep tickling you if you don’t do what I say!”

He laughs along with you, soaking up your sweet laughter and bubbly smile. He’s usually more playful than mean, letting up when you admit defeat or agree to his demands, but sometimes he has a cruel streak. One time, he tickles you until you have tears in your eyes and can barely breathe. His big hands roam up and down your body, tickling your helpless body as you shriek and squeal. Even when you say uncle, he keeps going while laughing along with you. When he finally lets up, it takes you a few minutes to catch your breath. He feels a little guilty for tiring you out, so he gives you plenty of hugs afterward and apologizes for going too far.

But when he finds out that you actually like being tickled, he just smiles and laughs a little to himself.

“Really? No wonder you always antagonize me. I guess I’ll just have to tickle you more, then.”

And he does! He might not be as into it as you are, but he loves doing it anyway. Especially because that means he gets to see your beautiful smile.

Choso

Choso finds out that you’re ticklish by complete accident. And when he does, he plays it cool. He acts like he didn’t notice the way your body quivered when he touched your waist, or the quiet, squeaky noises you made when his hand ran down your side. He raises a brow, smirks softly as he watches you shiver from his touch, but he doesn’t comment on it right away. He waits for the right moment to get you, and when you’re least expecting it, he takes you by complete surprise.

He straddles your waist because that gives him access to most of your body, and he knows you’re not strong enough to fight him off. He keeps a neutral face for the most part, but you see a small smirk creep across your face as you start to laugh preemptively. He’s the type to comment on all your reactions, not realizing how much his words are flustering you until your laughter increases in pitch.

“Woah, you’re already laughing before I even touch you? You must be really ticklish."

He has a lot of experience tickling other people, being a big brother and all. He knows which spots are the worst, and exploits them as much as he can. But he also finds your secret hidden spots, like the back of your neck and that crease between your thighs and hips. It tickles so bad you almost lose your mind.

“You laugh so hard when I tickle you here, this must be a bad spot for you."

And as he explores you more, he starts making guesses as to which spots are the worst.

“I just know you’re ticklish, riiiight… here.”

Then, when he's discovered all of your sensitive areas, he'll tickle you all over, giving plenty of attention to each little spot that makes you scream.

He’s mean in his own way, but he knows when to stop and give you breaks. After you’re done playing, he makes sure you drink water and gives you lots of cuddles. But of course, he'll sneak in a few tickles too, when you're least expecting.

He's pretty nonchalant when he finds out you like being tickled. He shrugs and gives you a half-smile, responding in his typical neutral tone.

"Tickling, huh? I should've known. That's pretty cute, though. Now c'mere..."

Nanami

Nanami loves punishment tickles, much to your surprise. You didn’t think a man as serious as him would be into something most people consider childish and juvenile. You thought wrong.

Nanami was stern and tolerated no nonsense. You couldn’t resist messing with him and were constantly trying to get him to crack a smile or show any kind of emotion. You try tickling him at one point, gently poke his sides to see how he’ll react. His expression is unfaltering; it’s like you’re jabbing a rock. You give up, but find other ways to get on his nerves.

After acting like a brat all day without consequences, you’re taken aback when he suddenly grabs your arms and holds them behind your back. Fear strikes through your heart, and you wonder what he’s planning to do. Then, he digs his fingers into your ribs, tickling you there until you scream. It comes as a complete shock, and since you didn’t see it coming, you find it impossible to control your reactions. He’s quite rough, opting for harder tickles instead of soft teasing ones, holding you firmly in place while you thrash around madly. He’s not messing around anymore; he wants to see you suffer. He keeps his expression hidden behind thick goggles and watches you writhe under his hands without a hint of a smile on his face, barely saying a word while he tickles you mercilessly.

“This is what you get. You just don't listen."

You try begging, bargaining, saying anything to get him to stop, but he keeps tickling you until you’re completely out of breath and worn out from all the struggling.

“Are you ready to be good?” he asks as he grabs your chin, yanking it upwards after he finally stops. “Or are you gonna keep being a brat?”

Even if you say yes and promise to listen, he still tickles you more to show he means business. Then he pats your head and cups your cheek, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. He may be strict, but he does cares for you.

Tickling becomes his go-to method when he wants you to behave. You pretend to hate it, but he can tell how much you love it. You wouldn’t keep bratting him so much otherwise.

Toji

Toji is a true sadist. He usually prefers harder play, but when he finds out how ticklish you are and how much it makes you cry and beg, he bares his teeth in a wicked grin and makes a habit out of tickling you incessantly. He becomes addicted to your suffering, often tickling you to the point of tears. And when he’s in this kind of mood, he won’t stop even if you threaten to piss yourself. He’ll mock you, parroting back your pleas and futile attempts to appeal to his humanity.

“‘Stooop, it tickles!’ It’s supposed to, sweetie. Now shut your mouth and take it.”

“Oh, you’ll do anything? Beg harder and maybe I’ll show mercy.”

He never does. His hands dig into your ribs, spider up and down your sides, attack you at random so you can’t anticipate his next move. He tickles hard, to the point where you can barely form words or sentences, and seems partial to your hips and thighs. The way he squeezes them and kneads your skin makes you shriek in a high-pitched tone that could break glass.

“Cry all you want. You can’t do anything to stop me.”

He’s right. All you can do is thrash around and pray that he’ll stop soon.

You’re a complete mess when he finally lets up. You feel your tangled hair plastered with sweat against your face and forehead as you gasp desperately for air, all while he smiles down at you like a wild dog about to chew up its toy. He looms over you, and you fear that he’ll start up again, but instead he leans forward and kisses your head.

“I like seeing you this way,” he says. “We should play again another time.”

Sukuna

Sukuna is a complete monster. A tickle monster, in fact. Having four strong arms comes in handy when you’re a ler, and when he finds out you’re one of those ticklish humans who absolutely can’t stand it, he takes advantage of you every chance he gets.

The first time he tickles you is unintentional. He treats you like a pet, commanding you to sit next to him so he can caress and fondle your soft skin and supple body whenever he pleases. The tips of his long, sharp fingernails lightly graze your arms, shoulders, and neck, prompting a few spluttered giggles from you. He takes note of your reaction, strokes the same spots again, and smirks when you laugh and squirm around once more. He does this for a while longer, enjoying the stifled squeals that escape your lips and the way your body twitches with every touch.

“What’s the matter, pet?” He teases as he slides a finger down your spine. “Hold still, or I’ll make you.”

At a certain point, he can’t hold back any longer. He grabs your wrists with two hands, then pins you down with your arms stretched above your head, giving him access to your entire upper body. Your heart bangs against your chest, drumming intensely as the King of Curses stares down at you with lust and hunger. With his two free hands, he starts to slowly stroke his nails up and down your sides, never relenting or changing the pace. Up and down, up and down, up and down. You can’t move a muscle, and there’s no hope of wriggling out of his grasp, so all you can do is laugh. He starts exploring you, lightly tickling your underarms until you scream and spidering your stomach with all ten fingers. Surprisingly, he seems to like giving you lighter tickles. Probably because those drive you insane more so than harder ones.

He doesn’t let you go until he’s had his fill of your laughter. Then, he leaves you to recover on your own as he tends to other matters. It’s what you’ve come to expect.

Later on, when he finds out you’re into it, he scoffs and shakes his head.

“What, you actually enjoy this?” He throws back his head to laugh. “You are an interesting human. I think I’ll keep you around.”

#tickling #tickle kink #jjk headcanons #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami x reader #Sukuna x reader #choso x reader #jjk choso #jjk nanami #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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hughes86-43 · 29 days

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Nico prompt

“You had me! And you ruined it on your own,”

“you had me! and you ruined it on your own”

warnings - drinking issues, mention of negative thoughts, sad hurting nico

In your heart, you knew it was due to the constant stress and pressure of a heartbreaking season. He had people coming at him left and right telling him that he shouldn’t be captain, that he did nothing for the team. He had people coming after him accusing he was the reason for the devils not making the playoffs.

So even after a month of the hockey season being over for him, he still believed it. Still had it drilled into his mind that he was the reason. No matter, how much you told him that it wasn’t true and that those people didn’t matter, he would still go out to bars and drink his problems away, seemingly pushing you further away.

He would be out close to four nights a week drinking his problems away, and if he wasn’t going out to drink, he would be at home drinking. He didn’t care what state he was in, he just wanted all the negative thoughts about his career to go away. You continued to do your absolute best to comfort him and be there for him when he came home drunk, but honestly, it was tiring and you were exhausted. You loved Nico so much, and you hated to see him hurting, but you also had to think about your own self.

It was a tough situation overall.

You walked out of your shared bedroom to the sound of the front door opening, and you knew it had to be Nico. From the doorway, you see Jasper and Timo holding up their best friend, who is clearly drunk. You knew they were tired of this as well, so you just point to the couch to have them sit him there. They each give you a long-lasting hug and tell you to call them if you need them. You lock the door behind them and walk over to sit in the chair beside the couch Nico was on.

“Why are you sitting all the way over there?” Nico says spotting you not right next to him.

“I wanted to,” You say with a hint of unamused tone to your voice.

He looks up at you. “What’s wrong? I feel like I haven’t seen you much anymore.”

“I’ve been here the whole time, Nico.” Although, what you wanted to say was that he has been to drunk to notice you caring for his drunk self.

“Well, you need to do more then,” he says shrugging his shoulders and laying his head back on the couch.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “What do you mean do more?”

Not even looking at you, he replies, “I just feel like you’ve been pulling away from me, like I don’t really have you anymore.”

“Seriously, Nico?” The tone of your voice has him lifting his head again. “I’ve always been here, while you’ve been getting drunk off your ass every night. I’ve either been here when one of your friends brings you back or I’ve had to go get you! And you seriously have the audacity to say I need to do more when I’ve been doing plenty!”

Your words seem to sober him up a bit. “Babe-”

“No! Honestly, I’ve had enough, I’m so tired. I’ve been constantly helping you, and you haven’t once said thank you. I get you had a tough season and people have said things, but you have had the chance to redo it and change your mindset about it, but you haven’t at all!” You get up to stand to go grab your purse and keys.

“Where are you going?” Nico says behind you, trying to keep up with your movement.

“I don’t know, but I know that I just need to go somewhere that’s not here.”

“But what about us, are you just going to leave me?”

Sighing, you turn to him, your heartbreaking into pieces, but it’s what you had to do. “You had me! And you ruined it all on your own!”

“Wait, we can work on this, I’ll get better!” He reaches out to grab your hand, you let him.

Rubbing your thumb over his hand, you say softly, “Nico, we both need some time. I’m not saying we have to end this, but you need to find some help. You need to also talk to your friends, because I’m also not the only one who is tired from this. I love you endlessly, I do, but I just need some time, and you do as well.” You let go of his hand, walk out the door, and down to your car where you finally let out the tears that you’ve been trying to hold back.

#nico hischier fics #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagines #nico hischier #hockey imagines #hockey fics #nhlhockey fic #nhl imagines

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sugoi-and-spice · 3 months

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Ask of me debauchery....

...and you shall fucking receive.

Step by Step: A Gecko’s Guide to Becoming a Really Bad Person

Part One

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI!!!

Summary: In which, Bully!Reader manipulates Step-Bro!Spinner sexually in increasingly demeaning ways. And eventually, he asks his good ol’ pal Tomura Shigaraki for help.

CW: Step-brother, Dub-Con, Blackmail, Bullying, Mean Reader, Male Masturbation, Oral Sex, Spinner has two dicks, Step-cest, Monster-fucking, AU - No League of Villains

A/N: I predict people are gonna be maaaaaad about this one and I'm all for it lol

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[excerpt]

Her step-brother, Shuichi Iguchi, was a fucking loser. She knew it from the moment she saw him. And not in a prejudiced way or anything, it wasn’t because he was a heteromorph. After all, she has plenty of heteromorph friends (none quite as extreme as him, but still!)

No, it was all the other things she noticed about him when he walked into the family restaurant with his Dad the first day they met. The way he carried himself, slouching and fidgeting endlessly, unable to decide if he should cross his arms, put them in his pockets, or keep them at his side. The way he dressed, a ridiculously faded crewneck, baggy cargo pants, and a freebie League of Legends snapback that only served to further curtain his greasy long hair in his face. When she actually managed to grab a glimpse of his eyes through the locks, it was only for a second, and they were constantly shifting, dropping, unspeakably nervous.

Even in a casual setting, he looked completely out of place. He practically jumped anytime anyone asked him the most basic of questions like “how’s school”, “what do you want to drink”, “can you pass the soy sauce”. It was like he’d just been dragged out of his bedroom for the first time in five years — and she wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case.

She also wouldn’t have been surprised if this was the first time he’d ever been this close to a girl before, as he always looked especially panicked anytime he realized she was glancing at him, so she didn’t even really bother trying to talk to him that night, focussing instead on getting to know he future step-father — who seemed like an overall decent guy.

At the very least, Iguchi seemed to understand his status well. When she entered high school — the same one as him — he didn’t try to walk with her to or from school, didn’t try and talk to her, basically pretended like they didn’t even know each other, which she appreciated. She would’ve hated to have to be a bitch and tell him to get lost in front of all her new high school friends and potentially be reprimanded by her Mom to prove a point (of course, she would’ve if she had to).

Yes, her new step-brother was a fucking loser, someone she wouldn’t be caught dead talking to, let alone spending any meaningful time with in public.

And yet somehow, she was completely infatuated with him.

She loved the way his skin looked, the different viridescent shades it took on depending on what angle or lighting she saw it in. She loved even more the way it felt, the times when his hands brushed against hers when he handed her a bowl or she bumped shoulders with him, cool and impossibly smooth with a texture so different from her own. She’d wanted to run her hand across every inch of it, to feel every difference. Just imagining it pressing and rubbing all across her own body had her gasping into her pillow for hours.

She didn’t know how the fuck it happened. It would’ve been great if she did, because maybe she could make it unhappen then. But nope, the harder she tried to understand it, the further away the answer seemed to get.

Maybe it was because he was so different from her or anyone else she would ever actually consider dating. Had their parents not gotten married, she never would’ve let herself give Iguchi the time of day. But within the walls of this family home, she was able to enjoy and explore him to her heart’s content. She was inquisitive by nature. Her friends called it sadistic, but she saw it as just wanting to see how far she could take things. And the desire to do so to Shuichi Iguchi was no different. He was so sweet and so shy, so eager to please or be invisible to everyone around him.

She wanted to see where that ended, what exact buttons she could press to get him to actually snap at her.

It started with little things at first, innocent things. Asking him to do her chores, her homework, even her shopping, yet he could never say no to her. Not even when she asked him to go buy her a set of lacy lingerie she was wanting. He actually fucking did it — handing the little pink boutique bag out to her without looking her in the eye, his skin flushed all the way down to his neck. Oh, she knew then that he was going to be fun .

That with him, she could really get… creative.

Flirting with him shamelessly, hanging out on his bed in nothing but a pair of panties and a tank top she’d stolen from him while he played video games, throwing her legs over his lap during family movie nights, pretending she didn’t notice how warm and fidgety it made him while she continued to move her calves back and forth across his crotch.

There came a point when she thought that maybe the guy was just unbreakable, that he really didn’t have a single impure thought about her in his head and that this wasn’t a game, but just an infuriating (not to mention insulting ) exercise in futility.

But then, late one night, through the thin wall they shared, she heard it. The sound of flesh against flesh, muffled grunts.

Her name, breathy but distinctive, on his tongue.

Shuichi Iguchi, her dear, perfectly behaved, and endlessly timid older step-brother, was in his bed, jacking off.

Imagining her .

And it wasn’t a one time incident either. She listened closely in the following days, and discovered that it was a nightly occurrence, that she was a nightly occurrence to him. And it wasn’t long before she joined him in his fantasizing, spending night after night pressed as close into the wall as she could get, imagining that that stupid piece of plaster dividing their beds was gone, as she fingered herself to sleep.

It should’ve gotten easier after that, she should’ve been able to extend her patience knowing that it was an actual possibility now. But if anything, it made the burn within her even worse, knowing that it was so close yet so far out of reach. She didn’t just want this, she fucking needed this. But it’s not like she could let him know that. She couldn’t let him think that she wanted it, that she wanted him . She needed it to seem like mercy.

She needed to have the upperhand.

So, she started setting traps. Things she could use against him, to get him into the palm of her hand, a place where he didn’t say no just because he didn’t want to say no, but so that he couldn’t say no. She asked him to get things from her room and left sex toys out, wore skimpier and skimpier outfits that she could catch him staring at her in, left her phone out so that he could read her lewd messages to other boys at school.

Yet still, nothing.

Iguchi didn’t step a single clawed toe out of line outside of the four walls of his bedroom. He was the perfectly polite older brother that she knew and hated to love.

It wasn’t until she wasn’t even trying to trap him that he finally took the bait.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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The Boys Meet Your Newborn For The First Time ~ Kim Namjoon

A sigh escaped from you as you dropped down onto the sofa, looking around your apartment. It was a mess, as Namjoon tried to tidy it up as best as he could, hearing his phone vibrate in his back pocket as he pushed all of the clutter on the table to one corner of it.

“They’re on the road now,” Namjoon told you as he read through his phone, noticing a text from Jimin. “Enjoy the last few minutes of peace and quiet whilst you can.”

It was the day that you had been waiting for ever since your daughter arrived, the day the boys would finally come down to visit you. They had been pestering endlessly, calling nonstop, waiting for you to finally adjust and ask them to come over to you.

Namjoon had been the one between the two of you to tell the boys to wait, wanting to give the three of you time to settle. You had assured him that you were alright, but Namjoon wasn’t going to let you argue.

With the room looking a little more presentable, Namjoon returned to the two of you. “If one of them passes comment on the mess, I might actually swing for them today.”

“I think they’ll be a little preoccupied obsessing over Y/D/N to be honest.”

“Who can blame them? I mean we make pretty cute kids Y/N.”

A chuckle came from you, muffling the sound of the knock at your apartment door. You and Namjoon exchanged a glance before he stood up from the sofa, making his way through to the front door.

You didn’t even need to guess when Namjoon had opened the door as the noise picked up. The boys all squeezed past each other to get through the door quickly, rushing through the house until they got to you sat on the sofa. Each one of them stopped, staring at you with wide eyes.

Their steps became tiptoes as Jin at the front shushed all of the boys, noticing that your daughter was asleep in your arms. Neither of them wanted to be the one to disturb her as you shuffled forward so that they could get a better look.

You had never seen any of their eyes so wide as they looked down in awe, stunned by just how tiny she was in your hold.

“You guys, she just looks adorable.”

“I can’t wait to give her all the cuddles in the world.”

As Namjoon caught back up with everyone, he encouraged them to take a seat, making sure that they gave you plenty of space. “I’m alright,” you told Namjoon as he ushered the boys back from you, at least a couple of metres away.

His instructions made all of the boys chuckle, left unsurprised by how aware he was when it came to you and your daughter. They all knew what he would be like, with Namjoon not letting any of them down at all.

“Can we hold her?” Hobi enquired from just beside you, pushing himself slightly more towards you, “if we can, can I be the first one?”

“I thought we agreed the eldest first,” Jin yelled out, quickly being shushed with a hand over his head.

Your eyes flickered all around as several of the boys pointed across to Jin, refusing to let Hobi be the first one to hold your daughter, breaking their agreement.

“How’s Namjoon as a dad then Y/N?” Jungkook asked as soon as Jin had your daughter, freeing you up for conversation. “Is he as protective as we all thought he would be? Is he watching you every minute of the day?”

“He’s not watching me all the time,” you assured all of the boys, “but I’d definitely say he’s watching me most of the time.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened as you stitched him up, unable to stop yourself from laughing. “Excuse me for wanting to make sure that nothing bad happens to the two of you,” he frowned in response, poking his tongue out at you as another laugh escaped you.

It only took a few minutes before Yoongi started to get bouncy, with his eyes firmly watching over Jin. You could tell exactly what he wanted, and as fifteen minutes passed of Jin holding onto your daughter, Yoongi gave him a nudge, pointing to his watch and then holding his arms out to be able to take your daughter.

Namjoon caught onto them too, furrowing his brows across at him. “Are you timing how long each of you can hold her? You do know that she’s our daughter, not your daughter, right?”

“We’re making sure that it’s fair for everyone,” Jimin explained in reply to Namjoon, “most of us were convinced that Jin would hold her and keep her, so this way we can make sure that everyone gets a hold.”

Your head shook too as Jin reluctantly passed your daughter across for Yoongi to hold. “That was the fastest fifteen minutes of my life,” Jin laughed, “I swear she just looks at you and it’s like she’s got you transfixed or something.”

“I did tell you guys that she looks just like Y/N,” Namjoon proudly told them all, keeping his eyes flickering across to where Yoongi sat. “She’s definitely going to have all of you wrapped around her little finger in no time at all.”

None of the boys disagreed with what Namjoon had to say. Even before your daughter arrived, they were all spoiling her, and you, constantly showing up to the studio or your home with gifts that they had bought for her.

Just like Jin, Yoongi soon found himself lost too. “How does something so small manage to look so innocent? All she’s doing is lying here but I feel like she’s just untouchable.”

“She could get away with murder right now.”

Laughter came from around the room as Taehyung peered over Yoongi’s shoulder to take a look down at your daughter. “Hey, you’ll get your turn in an hour,” Yoongi frowned as soon as he noticed Taehyung’s presence beside him.

You couldn’t believe how protective the boys were around your daughter, making sure that every single person knew that they had their turn, with Yoongi turning his shoulder slightly to be able to block Taehyung off from watching.

“You guys are ridiculous,” you chuckled on the sofa, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re going to have years with Y/D/N, you don’t all have to worry about having her for today and never seeing her again.”

“We’re each taking our turn Y/N.”

“I think we’re going to have to make sure that none of them walks out of the front door with our daughter,” Namjoon called out to you, knowing exactly what all of them were like. “I have a feeling that one of them might steal.”

The boys all looked at you, shaking their heads, but even you could tell that after just a few minutes with your daughter, they didn’t want to be away from her again.

“It’s not our fault that you two make such adorable babies,” Jungkook warned the two of you. “You know, I think it would be a pretty good idea if we just moved in here for a while, think about how much we could help you.”

“Absolutely not,” Namjoon scoffed, shutting him down, “you would be no help at all, you’d all just be staring at Y/D/N all day.”

Their heads all nodded once again, “can’t we just stay for tonight? We all want to spend as much time as possible with Y/D/N.”

“You’ve got the rest of your lives with her.”

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trektraveler · 2 years

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Breathe Free Part Two

Summary: You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much! Dean knew that, he also knew better. He'd seen you sick plenty of times in the past five years, but this was different. This was much more than a cold, but you were so stubborn about doctors! Dean Winchester isn't about to let you slip away, even if it means going against your wishes. He only hopes he's not too late!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Dean x Reader, Dean x You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Sick!Reader, Hospitals, Kissing, fluff

Word Count: 5873

One Shot - Two Parts

Author’s Notes: I have been sick with Covid for a month. Well... down sick for 2 1/2 weeks and recovering my stamina for 2 more. Its been a real bitch. Plus my disabled mother has it now. This is following a nervous breakdown I had in June. Writing has been my passion and my mental health balm, but I've not been able to produce anything in months. So this... this is a fucking triumph!! I'm still working on all my other WIP, so please stick around. I'll get there... eventually :) I'm hoping to finish part two shortly and post in a week... ish.

Thank you all for the continued support! Additional Notes: Still hanging in there, long covid is a bitch, but it does improve. More or less. I am SO happy with myself that I've finished a story! Even a little self-indulgent two parter. As always, thank you all! Your kind words and encouragement have really helped me. Love you guys :)

Masterlist (Part One)

Hospitals were noisy places. Filled with squeaking wheels, scuffling shoes, and code calls. The ICU was worse with its beeping monitors and hissing ventilators. The constant stream of nurses and doctors talking in hushed concern about things like hypoxia and bradypnea and other terrifying medical babble.

This wasn’t the first time Dean sat beside someone he cared about while they lingered between life and death. He was a hunter; it came with the gig. Broken bones and bullet holes. The waiting and the worrying were pure hell, and he would know. It was the reason he was so quick to put himself in the line of fire. Not just to save a life, but to spare himself the agony of the wait. Minutes that ticked by endlessly, ratcheting up the uncertainty. Underscoring just how powerless he was.

Never did it cross his mind that illness would snatch you away from him. That you would simply get sick, like a normal person. Pneumonia could be dangerous for anyone, but for someone with asthma, it could be deadly.

You were sedated for three days while the ventilator breathed for you and gave your body a chance to rest and heal. The doctors assured him that it was standard procedure, but damn was it intense. Dean had never seen you look so fragile. So pale. You looked as if you could slip away at any moment, the only thing keeping you tethered to the Earthly realm were the wires and tubes attached to your body.

Dean took your hand. He wondered about your soul. Were you here with him? Watching from somewhere nearby? Or were you negotiating with a reaper? Would you bargain for more time, or would you choose heaven? A soul like yours was guaranteed a ticket to the penthouse.

It was in times like this that he cursed his profession. What good was a lifetime’s worth of supernatural knowledge if he couldn’t use it to save you? God knows he tried. He tried every trick in the book, in the end it was Sam who talked sense into him.

“She doesn’t need you to sell your soul Dean! She just needs you. Be there, hold her hand, tell her it’s going to be okay. Let her know she isn’t alone.”

Sammy was right, as he usually was. The nurses said you’d shown enough improvement that they were taking you off the ventilator today. As much as Dean wanted to believe it, he was cautious in his optimism.

He was so wrapped up in his own worry that he didn’t notice your fingers shifting against his palm. Your eyelids fluttered, then went still. It was so slight, that Dean thought he’d imagined it.

He desperately searched your face and held his breath. God please…

“Y/N?”

A few seconds later you did it again, this time you gave his hand a proper squeeze and Dean felt like his heart was going to burst.

He squeezed back, his other hand coming up to brush your cheek, “Y/N… baby, can you hear me?”

After several tries, you finally managed to open your eyes fully. Exhausted, you looked around the room. When your gaze landed on Dean, he smiled. You tried to say his name and when you couldn’t, you panicked! Choking on the tube shoved down your throat, your eyes went wide.

“Hey! It’s okay! You’re in the hospital, Sweetheart. Just stay calm. We’ll get that tube out, let me go get the nurse.”

He stood and your grip became desperate. And strong. Incredibly strong. Tears trickled from the corners of your eyes as you tried to convey your thoughts. You were wide awake, and you needed him. Relief washed over him; no reapers would come knocking today.

“Okay, okay. Shh…” he sat beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead while his free hand hit the call button. “I’ve got you; I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Sam was walking down the corridor towards the ICU rooms with two large coffees balanced in one hand. You were only allowed one visitor at a time, so he and Dean took turns. Although, Dean always came back early. And he begged the nurses to let him stay past visiting hours. Sam got the impression they felt sorry for him, but knowing Dean, he would have found a way around the rules one way or another.

When Sam saw his brother in the hallway, he quickened his pace. He was leaning against the wall, bent at the waist with his hands braced on his knees.

“Dean? What happened? What’s going on?”

Dean raised his head, sniffling back emotion, “She’s awake. They’re... ah… they’re taking out that tube.”

Sam caught the glossy sheen in Dean’s eyes. He clapped a hand on his shoulder, “That’s fantastic. Dean, that’s great.”

Dean nodded and pulled Sam into a brief, tight hug then released him and took a coffee.

“Good thing you talked me out of selling my soul, huh?’

You weren’t really sleeping when Sam and Dean walked into your new room in the regular section of the hospital. But every muscle in your body was so taxed that even keeping your eyes open was an effort. There was an oxygen mask covering your nose and mouth, but it was far more comfortable than that damn ventilator tube. You were cold too, but that was part of being in a hospital. It was all so familiar and disheartening.

The squeak of the door prompted you to open your heavy eyes and you smiled. The Winchesters were there, a welcome contrast of denim and flannel against the sterile hospital décor. They had arms filled with gifts; balloons, books, a bag of watermelon Jolly Ranchers, and the biggest arrangement of flowers you’d ever seen. Dozens of roses, hydrangeas, and snapdragons.

“Flowers.”

Your voice was a raspy whisper behind the mask, but it still made Dean beam brightly.

“Hell yeah, Sammy and I bought out every white flower they had.” He set the massive vase down on the table. “They’re your favorite, right?”

You nodded, tracing a finger over the edge of one perfect bloom. You had a late-night debate with him eons ago about how white couldn’t be your favorite color because it wasn’t really a color. It’s a shade. Technically, it was a sum of all possible colors. Hence, the debate.

Sam pulled out a stuffed a huge, stuffed moose from behind his back. It was impossibly soft with floppy antlers and was wearing one of his flannel shirts tied in place with a white velvet bow.

You laughed, “Aww! A… Win..chester of… my own.”

Sam’s throat got tight as the halting cadence of your words. Even with the oxygen, you were out of breath. He leaned down and hugged you. Normally, he would squeeze you tight and lift you off your feet just to make you giggle like a kid sister. Today, he was careful. Mindful of the electrodes and wires and of how fragile you felt in his arms.

“You’ve already got two Winchesters,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Add him to your collection.”

Your eyes were drooping, even after just a few minutes your energy was completely depleted. You let your head fall back against the pillow with a tired smile, “Thank you… Sammy.”

“We should get out of here, let you sleep,” he replied, catching his brother’s attention.

“Yeah,” Dean gave a reluctant nod. “If you’re lucky, we’ll smuggle in one of those triple thick strawberry-kiwi shakes you like.”

You grabbed hold of his hand again and tugged. It was so much effort to talk, you hope he got the message.

A wordless look passed between the brothers and Sam took his cue, leaving the two of you alone. You tried to focus on your breathing and on the warmth of Dean’s hand holding yours. It took every bit of strength you had to stay awake, but it was so important. You couldn’t let him leave, not yet.

Dean wiped away the single tear that slid down your cheek. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

“I… I’m… s… sorry.”

He soothed back your hair, “Sorry for what?”

“Should have… gone… to… th… the doctor.”

“No, hey, don’t worry about any of that.”

“Scared… you.”

Dean cupped your face with his large palm, “Listen to me. I don’t want you to think about any of that stuff, okay? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is you getting better. That’s all I care about.”

You nodded; your eyes shuttered to half-mast. “Tired.”

He let out a chuckle and ran a hand over his five o’clock shadow, “I’ll bet you are.”

You shook your head and pointed at him. When he tilted his head in confusion, you patted the mattress beside you.

He was exhausted. It was etched in every line on his beautiful face. His green eyes, the ones you had loved since you first looked into them were bloodshot. His strong shoulders slumped under the strain of recent events. Dean had been by your side for days, even after taking care of you back at the bunker. It was a testament to his impressive stamina and force of will that he was still standing.

Without a word, he turned down the lights, kicked off his boots and climbed into the narrow bed. It should have been uncomfortable, given his size, but he gently arranged it so that you were partly settled on his chest. Your weary body melted into the warmth he provided as his arms wrapped around you. You were both slipped into a dreamless sleep without any effort at all.

Three Weeks Later: You were in the hospital eight days in total, three of them in the ICU. When they finally released you, it was with a whole list of stipulations and guidelines. Breathing exercises. An oxygen tank for times when your levels dipped below a certain level. Antibiotics the size of horse tranquilizers and updated rescue inhalers. It was intense, but still preferable to staying one more night in the hospital.

It was Sam alone who picked you up on your release date. You were disappointed, but not surprised. Dean was gone when you woke the morning after the two of you shared your hospital bed. He texted you every day but only came back to visit you once when he and Sam dropped off some of your clothes.

It was okay, it really was.

You understood. You’d scared him big time. Frankly, you were still so sick that all you did was sleep anyway. But when you were home and days passed with still no contact, you worried. God bless Sam, he was right there every step of the way. He drove you to therapy and helped you come up with a strength building regiment. He kept you company and offered insight to his missing brother.

“Give him some time, Y/N. He’ll come around. You know how he gets.”

And so, you did. Sam’s words offered solace, but they didn’t make up for the fact that you missed that salty, pain in the ass. Somehow, the fact that Dean was just down the hall made you all the more lonely for him. But you were determined to respect his need for privacy. After everything that happened, you owed him that at the very least.

When you were in the kitchen a few days later making one of Sam’s health smoothies, the last thing you expected was to hear Dean’s voice.

“Tell me you’re not gonna drink that.”

You smiled but didn’t turn. “Of course not. I haven’t added the spirulina or wheat germ yet.”

You heard him mutter something about pond scum under his breath while he rummaged through the fridge.

“I’ve got enough for two,” you teased. “Should I get you a glass?”

“Too bad your stay in the VIP suite didn’t improve your sense of humor, smartass.”

You turned around and grinned at him. God, he looked incredible! Maybe it was not seeing him for a month, but he was a sight! Dark jeans on bowed legs. That red and black flannel shirt that somehow made him seem even broader. Especially when he crossed his arms across his chest. Like he was doing right now. And glowering at you! Ridiculous man! You’d been busy recuperating from serious illness, and he looked like he wanted to reprimand you for leaving wet towels on the floor. It might have pissed you off, if you weren’t so pleased to see him.

So, you laughed.

His expression went from sexy and grumpy to utterly baffled. “Why are you laughing?”

You shook your head with a goofy grin and answered honestly, “I’m just happy to see you.”

He cautiously smiled back, “Yeah?’

“Yeah.”

“Huh. Well in that case, you wanna get out of here? I was thinking of going for a drive.”

Your heart felt light, “I’ll get my coat.”

Dean wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but he knew he had to. Even if it killed him, and it just might. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d made the hard choice. Break a heart, save a life. He may as well get it tattooed on his ass. At this point it was more of a life motto than saving people, hunting things. He glanced over at you gazing happily out the window and he tried to burn the image into his memory. Beautiful. Hands down the most beautiful girl he’d ever met. Even after he’d ignored you for weeks and pushed you off on his baby brother, you laughed and forgave him.

You looked just like you always had, maybe a bit thinner from your time in the hospital. But Sammy had been adamant about those smoothies of his. Nutrient dense. They tasted like absolute ass, but they certainly seemed to help you get your color back. Your hair was shiny and bouncy, he loved it when it was bouncy like that. Cascading over your shoulders and framing your face. It looked so soft and smelled like peaches when you tossed it back. Your eyes were bright and glowed with good health. Looking at you now, it was hard to believe you’d been on a ventilator only a few weeks ago.

“Hey, you wanna get out and walk for a bit?” You asked, pointing out one of your favorite state parks ahead.

“Sure. You bring your scarf?”

“Obviously,” you replied, pulling out the length of soft, white fabric from your bag.

It was still a bit chilly out, but all the snow had been cleared from the paths and only an inch or so remained around the trees. Dean kept shooting glances your way, checking for signs of distress as the two of you walked along.

“I’m not going to keel over, you know.”

Dean shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jacket. “You need to be careful in the cold air, it’s no good for you.”

“True, but walking is very good for me. It helps build stamina.”

He didn’t reply to that and the two of you walked along in silence until you really couldn’t take it anymore.

“It’s ridiculous, you know? Me, having to rebuild stamina. I was in the best shape of my life; I could run up ten flights of stairs and still chop the head off a vamp no problem. Now I have to stop halfway through a beginner’s yoga class.”

“Almost dying does that.”

There was venom in his voice, but the fear was too. Evidently, he hadn’t worked through it as much as you’d hoped.

“Is that why you’re kicking me out? Because I almost died?”

Dean stopped and turned to you, but he kept his eyes downcast. “Y/N…”

“Its really not fair. You’ve almost died several times and I still keep you around.” You tried to keep your tone light, but it was difficult with the tears threatening.

“It’s not funny,” his eyes were getting red as he recalled the terrifying night he carried you into the E.R. “You stopped breathing. Your fucking heart stopped!”

You knew this part. After Dean closed himself off from you, you asked Sam to give you all the details. Full cardiac arrest from a severe asthma attack, brought on by complications from pneumonia. It had taken the doctors a while to stabilize you, but when they did you were so weak, they weren’t sure you were going to pull through. Sam had a hard time talking about, even though you were sitting there alive and well in front of him. That night shook them both to the core.

You brought your hand up to cup Dean’s cheek, “I’m so sorry.”

He closed his eyes briefly, letting the warmth of your touch comfort him. “Why didn’t you tell me? All this time… a fucking two year long pandemic… Covid is a respiratory virus! What if…”

You hurt him. Far more than you’d realized. And you hated yourself for it. This was going to take much more than a simple reassurance to work through.

“Can we sit?”

He led you to a park bench, “We should head back to the car, it’s too cold for you.”

“I’m okay, Dean,” you grabbed his hands, “I really, really am. And I’m sorry. I didn’t deliberately keep it from you, I just didn’t think about it. I know it’s hard to fathom, but I’ve lived with it my whole life. The things I do to minimize my risk are second nature to me now. And I haven’t had an attack in years.”

“This wasn’t my first trip to the ICU; I spent my childhood in and out of hospitals. Mom was very protective. The doctors had her so scared that she didn’t let me do much. No sports, no sleepovers, no camping trips. She even moved us to Glenwood Springs because of it.”

“Like Doc Holliday.”

You rolled your eyes out of habit. Every time you mentioned your home, Dean spewed every bit of old west trivia he knew. Which, you had to admit, was extensive. Last time you were there he insisted on visiting the Doc Holliday museum, he even had you take his picture with gambler’s gun.

Then: “Nice place,” Dean said, scanning the neatly maintained garden beds and brick walkways.

“Yeah, it is. Remember, this is just a quick stop so I can pick up some stuff. Don’t do what you normally do.”

“What are you talking about?”

You ran a nervous hand through your hair and straightened your denim jacket, “That charming rogue routine you do whenever there’s a woman in front of you.”

His grin turned cocky, “Sweetheart, that’s just me. Can’t help it if the ladies love it.”

You brushed a piece of lint off his shoulder with an impatient huff, “Rein it in, cowboy.”

Before you could ring the bell, the front door swung open and revealed a woman who would have passed for your twin in her youth. Tanned, with a bright white smile and silver bangles stacked on both arms.

“Baby girl!”

“Hi Momma,” you managed to say while she squeezed you tight.

Your mother drew back and quickly scrutinized your appearance, “You taking care of yourself? Regular appointments? Feeling good?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

That radiant smile was back, “Good girl! And this tall drink of water must be that friend you told me about.”

“Yes, this is Dean Winchester. Dean, this is my mom, Beverly.”

True to form, he turned up the charm to eleven. “No way I’m gonna believe you are Y/N’s mother, you must be her sister.”

“And you are the smoothest liar I’ve had on my doorstep,” Bev said, slipped her arm through Dean’s with a wink, “But please, don’t stop. Why don’t we go out back and have coffee? Y/N, I made that peach pie you’re so fond of!”

“I love pie!” Dean gave you an infuriating grin over your mother’s head as the two of them sailed into the house together.

Three hours later, you had endured the torture of baby pictures and embarrassing stories from your adolescence. While Dean supplied plenty of his own anecdotes of you getting lost in the grocery store and getting locked out of the motel room in only your underwear. Luckily, the pie helped keep your mood from going sour.

“Okay, I’m going to head up and grab those boxes.”

“Lift with your legs, Baby girl.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you replied, disappearing through the sliding glass door.

Bev’s jovial mood turned serious as soon as her daughter was out of earshot. “Okay, Winchester, shoot me straight. How is my daughter?”

Dean blinked in surprise, “I’m sorry?”

“I may not be hip to everything going on, but I can feel the pair of you dancing around something big. I’m not going stick my nose in, Y/N isn’t talking about it, and I respect that. But I’m a mom and that girl is my whole life, so tell me… is she okay? Do I need to worry about her? About you?”

Dean weighed his words carefully, “Y/N is… amazing. She’s smart and strong. She has the biggest vocabulary of anyone I’ve ever known, and she loves to show it off. Even when she shouldn’t. But she knows how to handle herself. She kicks ass.”

The corner of Bev’s mouth quirked, “It runs in the family.”

“I can see that.”

She leaned back in her chair and studied him, “You seem like a decent man, the sort who keeps his word. That being the case, I have a favor to ask. Keep an eye on my girl for me.”

“Already done,” was his quick reply.

Bev shook her head, “It’s not the dangers of the world I’m talking about. I’m talking about looking after her when she’s not looking after herself. Y/N… has a lot of life to live and when she gets busy… she just doesn’t see how far gone she is until she falls flat on her face.”

Dean leaned forward, elbows on knees, “You’ve got my word, Bev. I’ll never let her fall.”

Now: “I like your mom,” Dean looked down at his boots. “She made me promise to look after you.”

“You never told me that.”

“I got the impression she didn’t want me to. Thought maybe she had a mother’s intuition about you getting into the hunting business. Guess she was talking about something else.”

You let your gaze drift over to the lake in the distance, half thawed already. It would be an early spring this year. A sign of hope for the future.

“We got in this huge fight when I was nineteen. I wanted to move out, go to college, see the world. I missed out on so much as a sick kid, but I survived it. I worked hard to strengthen my lungs and build up stamina. I followed every doctor’s order to the letter so that I could actually live my life like a normal person… and it worked, but when the time came, I still didn’t have her support. I was so pissed! I packed a bag and left in the middle of the night.”

“How’d that go over?”

“I hadn’t yet mastered the art of covering my tracks. Plus, she was dating the sheriff. I was back home twenty-four hours later.”

Dean snorted, “Amateur.”

“Mom and I came to an agreement after that. I stay local, stay in communication, and keep doing everything my doctors ask and in return, she would stop focusing on my condition like it was a death sentence.” You shrugged, “Things were better after that.”

“Your mom is awesome, I’m glad she supports you…. You’re lucky, Y/N.”

Dean took your hand, surprising you. His fingers linked with yours, rubbing his thumb over yours. Then he frowned, his brows drew down over his eyes in worry. Like a black cloud had settled over his heart.

“Y/N…”

You knew what he wanted to say, you could feel it. You could see it in his eyes whenever he dared to look at you. The sorrow. All you wanted to do was save him from it. From himself.

“It’s amazing how much we still don’t know about how the human body works,” you blurted out, making him blink in confusion.

“What?”

“Being sedated, for example. Medical experts still aren’t sure why some people retain a certain level of consciousness and others remember nothing. When I was seven, I was in the hospital for a month, my mother read The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe to me even though I wasn’t awake. When I came out of it, I remembered the whole thing.”

You could see the realization slowly register in his beautiful eyes. If you heard your mother, you must have heard him.

Then: It was cold in your room. You hated being cold, it was one of your main complaints about the bunker. You cranked the thermostat, took boiling hot showers, and frequently stole clothes from both Winchesters. Although, you seemed to favor Dean’s over his brother’s. A fact he griped about, but secretly liked. He liked knowing that you felt at home enough to make yourself comfortable. If you were comfortable, maybe you would stay.

Dean brought your favorite blanket and tucked it around you, careful of the machines and wires. “There you go, Sweetheart. Just like home.”

He sat in the stiff chair beside your bed and studied your peaceful face. He tried to think of you as an enchanted princess. Sleeping Beauty, just waiting for the right prince to swing by and break the curse. Unlikely in his world. Still… it was easier than the truth.

He might have been able to fool himself for a while if it weren’t for that breathing tube.

“Actually, that’s a lie... this place is nothing like home. Home has all the amenities, right? I’ll bet this state-of-the-art medical facility doesn’t even have a firing range. Or a dungeon!”

“Course, it wasn’t always so awesome. A lot of spiders when we first moved in. Plus, Sammy and I added our personal touches to make it more comfortable. That mini fridge in the library, totally my idea. It really pulled the room together, you know?”

He chuckled a little at his Big Lebowski reference, disheartened when the only response was the hiss of the ventilator.

He reached over and gently combed his fingers through your hair. Your skin was cool to the touch since your fever broke in the night. That had to be a good sign, right?

“I’ve got a confession, but you gotta promise not to tell Sam, okay? I never really wanted to live in the bunker full time. Not at first. Don’t get me wrong, I liked it! It was our personal Batcave! But Batman… he doesn’t live in the Batcave. The Batcave is for work only. And that was my plan. Work in the bunker as a base of operations but live like we always did. On the road.”

Dean’s hand moved to yours, toying with your fingers. You had such elegant hands. You never wore jewelry, just like you never wore make-up. You didn’t have a closet full of clothes. You wore things of nice quality, but you didn’t have lots of them. Only what you needed. Same with everything else, you didn’t do fussy or extravagant. But it wasn’t because you liked to keep things simple, it was because you were focused on living your life, not adorning it.

He liked that about you. You were straightforward and up for anything. You never hesitated to jump right in. You were quick on your feet and quick with your wit. You came up with better cover stories than he or Sam ever did. Your contributions to the team were welcome and seamless, almost from the start.

With anyone else, your eagerness might have come across as a need to prove yourself. But you didn’t seem to be afflicted in that way. You knew your worth. You were confident. And that rubbed off on everyone you came in contact with. Cops, sheriffs, coroners, witnesses, victims. All of them responded to you in ways that were remarkable. Your presence calmed them. Dean too.

“The longer we stayed in the bunker, the more obvious it became that life on the road was never gonna be like it was before. Sammy loved it, and I never could deny that kid anything. But for me…. I dunno. It took a while. I even slept in Baby those first few nights. Eventually, I picked out a room, got a bed that remembers me, and it was better.”

“You were our first guest; did you know that? Well Cas was, but he doesn’t sleep so that doesn’t really count. You were the first non-Winchester to sleep in the Batcave. On that old army cot, remember? Tried to get you to take my bed… stubborn. You were so stiff the next day you could barely walk, but you stuck it out. You should have taken me up on it, I was on the couch most nights anyway. Nightmares.”

“I’ll never forget the morning I woke up and found you there with me. All warm and cuddled up against me. I moved and you shushed me in your sleep, mumbled that everything was okay. God, I don’t think I’d ever slept that good. We went to that diner in town for breakfast and I asked you to move in. Sammy nearly choked on his egg whites,” Dean laughed softly at the memory. “The bunker was a home then.”

“If you were awake, you’d probably laugh and tell me what I sap I am. And you’d be right, but I can’t help it. It’s you, Y/N. You have this magic… I don’t know what else to call it. You don’t even have to say anything, and my heart starts to race. I think about you, more than I should. In ways that I shouldn’t, and I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.”

“I love you, Y/N. In case you don’t know; in case you can hear me in your dreams right now… I love you. I’ve always loved you and if you stay, if you come back to me… I’m going to show you every day just how much.”

Now: He tried to speak, but you moved your fingers to his lips to stop him. Tears shimmered in your eyes, but you managed a wavering smile.

“I love you too.”

You watched the conflicting emotions flicker across his handsome face. Joy and torment. Ecstasy and pain. He traced the underside of your jaw with his fingers, making your shiver inside and your eyes closed on a sigh. When his lips connected with yours, it was electric! The world shifted. Colors, tastes, sensations, all redefined from that moment. Soft and warm and connected on a level that could only come from love.

It was everything you’d ever dreamt his kiss could be, and it ended far too quickly.

He rested his forehead against yours, puffs of white, heated breath mingling between you. After a few minutes, he brushed the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, “Don’t cry, Sweetheart. It breaks my heart when you cry.”

“Don’t send me away. Please don’t send me away.”

“Baby, that bunker is no place for you. There are no windows, the ventilation is crap, there’s a mildew problem. I talked to those doctors about the type of environment an asthmatic should live in… Bomb shelter from the fifties didn’t make the cut.”

“I’ve been living there for five years without an issue,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, with a humidifier and inhalers. But it’s different now, that round of pneumonia damaged your lungs. You need to be someplace where its easier to breathe, not harder.”

“You’re right. Which is why Sam and I have been designing a new HVAC system.”

That stopped him, “Really? Why didn’t you guys tell me?”

“Because you went all emo and hid in your room for a month.”

“I’m not emo! What kind of HVAC system?”

“A kick ass one,” you grinned so that your tongue peeked out between your teeth. “Any other concerns?”

“What about hunting?” he challenged.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly and there was a pang of longing that went with it. “I have no idea if I’ll ever get back to the physical condition I was before all of this. No matter how hard I work for it or wish for it and the truth is… going into the field with that kind of a handicap is not in the cards.”

Dean nodded grimly and dropped his gaze to his lap. Admitting the possibility of an early retirement was killing you, and he knew it. You loved hunting, it was as much a part of you as it was for him. The uncertainty of not knowing if you could do it again, must be terrifying for you.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” His head shot up and you shrugged, “Most hunters don’t get sidelined, they get killed. My life might not look they way I thought it was going to, but I’m still here. Living it. I’m going to take that win and run with it.”

“You’re amazing, you know that? You’re so damn strong… your life got turned upside down and you just roll with it.” Those impossibly green eyes looked at you with such awe, like he couldn’t quiet believe that you actually existed.

“You deserve the best, and that’s not me.”

“That’s not for you to say.”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s my choice.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” you lifted your chin in proud defiance, “Team Freewill, right? I will always have a choice, no matter what hand you try to deal me. I love you, Dean Winchester! And I am never going to stop. And I am never going to disappear from your life. Even if you tell me to hit the bricks, I’ll still call and text and email and whatever just to make sure you’re still alive and well. Even if this ends, I will still love you! You ridiculous man!”

There was a change in his gaze, subtle but there all the same. He shook his head with a chuckle. He knew when he was beat, and he was grateful for it.

“Your cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink when you get all worked up, you know that?”

“My cheeks are pink because it’s freezing out here!”

Dean ripped his coat off and wrapped it over yours, “Damn it, Y/N! I knew you were cold!”

“Well, if you were any kind of a boyfriend, you’d take my back to the car and warm me up properly!”

He was pulling the hood up over your head when he paused, “Boyfriend, huh?”

“Yeah, the kind that warms his girl up in the backseat,” you grinned and playfully rubbed your nose against his.

He growled in your ear and stood, sweeping you up in his arms and making you yelp in delight.

“Dean! I can still walk, you know!”

“Save your energy, Sweetheart, you’re gonna need it. Tonight, we’re gonna fog up all the windows!”

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thelibrarylesstrektraveled · 1 year

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Breathe Free (Part Two)

Summary: You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much! Dean knew that, he also knew better. He’d seen you sick plenty of times in the past five years, but this was different. This was much more than a cold, but you were so stubborn about doctors! Dean Winchester isn’t about to let you slip away, even if it means going against your wishes. He only hopes he’s not too late!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Dean x Reader, Dean x You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Sick!Reader, Hospitals, Kissing, fluff

Word Count: 5873

One Shot - Two Parts

Author’s Notes: I have been sick with Covid for a month. Well… down sick for 2 ½ weeks and recovering my stamina for 2 more. Its been a real bitch. Plus my disabled mother has it now. This is following a nervous breakdown I had in June. Writing has been my passion and my mental health balm, but I’ve not been able to produce anything in months. So this… this is a fucking triumph!! I’m still working on all my other WIP, so please stick around. I’ll get there… eventually :) I’m hoping to finish part two shortly and post in a week… ish.

Thank you all for the continued support! Additional Notes: Still hanging in there, long covid is a bitch, but it does improve. More or less. I am SO happy with myself that I’ve finished a story! Even a little self-indulgent two parter. As always, thank you all! Your kind words and encouragement have really helped me. Love you guys :) Masterlist Breathe Free (Part One)

“She doesn’t need you to sell your soul Dean! She just needs you. Be there, hold her hand, tell her it’s going to be okay. Let her know she isn’t alone.”

He was so wrapped up in his own worry that he didn’t notice your fingers shifting against his palm. Your eyelids fluttered, then went still. It was so slight, that Dean thought he’d imagined it.

He desperately searched your face and held his breath. God please…

“Y/N?”

A few seconds later you did it again, this time you gave his hand a proper squeeze and Dean felt like his heart was going to burst.

He squeezed back, his other hand coming up to brush your cheek, “Y/N… baby, can you hear me?”

“Hey! It’s okay! You’re in the hospital, Sweetheart. Just stay calm. We’ll get that tube out, let me go get the nurse.”

“Okay, okay. Shh…” he sat beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead while his free hand hit the call button. “I’ve got you; I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

When Sam saw his brother in the hallway, he quickened his pace. He was leaning against the wall, bent at the waist with his hands braced on his knees.

“Dean? What happened? What’s going on?”

Dean raised his head, sniffling back emotion, “She’s awake. They’re… ah… they’re taking out that tube.”

Sam caught the glossy sheen in Dean’s eyes. He clapped a hand on his shoulder, “That’s fantastic. Dean, that’s great.”

Dean nodded and pulled Sam into a brief, tight hug then released him and took a coffee.

“Good thing you talked me out of selling my soul, huh?’

“Flowers.”

Your voice was a raspy whisper behind the mask, but it still made Dean beam brightly.

“Hell yeah, Sammy and I bought out every white flower they had.” He set the massive vase down on the table. “They’re your favorite, right?”

Sam pulled out a stuffed a huge, stuffed moose from behind his back. It was impossibly soft with floppy antlers and was wearing one of his flannel shirts tied in place with a white velvet bow.

You laughed, “Aww! A… Win..chester of… my own.”

“You’ve already got two Winchesters,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Add him to your collection.”

Your eyes were drooping, even after just a few minutes your energy was completely depleted. You let your head fall back against the pillow with a tired smile, “Thank you… Sammy.”

“We should get out of here, let you sleep,” he replied, catching his brother’s attention.

“Yeah,” Dean gave a reluctant nod. “If you’re lucky, we’ll smuggle in one of those triple thick strawberry-kiwi shakes you like.”

You grabbed hold of his hand again and tugged. It was so much effort to talk, you hope he got the message.

Dean wiped away the single tear that slid down your cheek. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

“I… I’m… s… sorry.”

He soothed back your hair, “Sorry for what?”

“Should have… gone… to… th… the doctor.”

“No, hey, don’t worry about any of that.”

“Scared… you.”

Dean cupped your face with his large palm, “Listen to me. I don’t want you to think about any of that stuff, okay? It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is you getting better. That’s all I care about.”

You nodded; your eyes shuttered to half-mast. “Tired.”

He let out a chuckle and ran a hand over his five o’clock shadow, “I’ll bet you are.”

�� You shook your head and pointed at him. When he tilted his head in confusion, you patted the mattress beside you.

It was okay, it really was.

“Give him some time, Y/N. He’ll come around. You know how he gets.”

When you were in the kitchen a few days later making one of Sam’s health smoothies, the last thing you expected was to hear Dean’s voice.

“Tell me you’re not gonna drink that.”

You smiled but didn’t turn. “Of course not. I haven’t added the spirulina or wheat germ yet.”

You heard him mutter something about pond scum under his breath while he rummaged through the fridge.

“I’ve got enough for two,” you teased. “Should I get you a glass?”

“Too bad your stay in the VIP suite didn’t improve your sense of humor, smartass.”

So, you laughed.

His expression went from sexy and grumpy to utterly baffled. “Why are you laughing?”

You shook your head with a goofy grin and answered honestly, “I’m just happy to see you.”

He cautiously smiled back, “Yeah?’

“Yeah.”

“Huh. Well in that case, you wanna get out of here? I was thinking of going for a drive.”

Your heart felt light, “I’ll get my coat.”

“Hey, you wanna get out and walk for a bit?” You asked, pointing out one of your favorite state parks ahead.

“Sure. You bring your scarf?”

“Obviously,” you replied, pulling out the length of soft, white fabric from your bag.

“I’m not going to keel over, you know.”

Dean shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jacket. “You need to be careful in the cold air, it’s no good for you.”

“True, but walking is very good for me. It helps build stamina.”

He didn’t reply to that and the two of you walked along in silence until you really couldn’t take it anymore.

“Almost dying does that.”

There was venom in his voice, but the fear was too. Evidently, he hadn’t worked through it as much as you’d hoped.

“Is that why you’re kicking me out? Because I almost died?”

Dean stopped and turned to you, but he kept his eyes downcast. “Y/N…”

“Its really not fair. You’ve almost died several times and I still keep you around.” You tried to keep your tone light, but it was difficult with the tears threatening.

“It’s not funny,” his eyes were getting red as he recalled the terrifying night he carried you into the E.R. “You stopped breathing. Your fucking heart stopped!”

You brought your hand up to cup Dean’s cheek, “I’m so sorry.”

He closed his eyes briefly, letting the warmth of your touch comfort him. “Why didn’t you tell me? All this time… a fucking two year long pandemic… Covid is a respiratory virus! What if…”

You hurt him. Far more than you’d realized. And you hated yourself for it. This was going to take much more than a simple reassurance to work through.

“Can we sit?”

He led you to a park bench, “We should head back to the car, it’s too cold for you.”

“Like Doc Holliday.”

Then: “Nice place,” Dean said, scanning the neatly maintained garden beds and brick walkways.

“Yeah, it is. Remember, this is just a quick stop so I can pick up some stuff. Don’t do what you normally do.”

“What are you talking about?”

You ran a nervous hand through your hair and straightened your denim jacket, “That charming rogue routine you do whenever there’s a woman in front of you.”

His grin turned cocky, “Sweetheart, that’s just me. Can’t help it if the ladies love it.”

You brushed a piece of lint off his shoulder with an impatient huff, “Rein it in, cowboy.”

“Baby girl!”

“Hi Momma,” you managed to say while she squeezed you tight.

Your mother drew back and quickly scrutinized your appearance, “You taking care of yourself? Regular appointments? Feeling good?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

That radiant smile was back, “Good girl! And this tall drink of water must be that friend you told me about.”

“Yes, this is Dean Winchester. Dean, this is my mom, Beverly.”

True to form, he turned up the charm to eleven. “No way I’m gonna believe you are Y/N’s mother, you must be her sister.”

“I love pie!” Dean gave you an infuriating grin over your mother’s head as the two of them sailed into the house together.

“Okay, I’m going to head up and grab those boxes.”

“Lift with your legs, Baby girl.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you replied, disappearing through the sliding glass door.

Bev’s jovial mood turned serious as soon as her daughter was out of earshot. “Okay, Winchester, shoot me straight. How is my daughter?”

Dean blinked in surprise, “I’m sorry?”

The corner of Bev’s mouth quirked, “It runs in the family.”

“I can see that.”

She leaned back in her chair and studied him, “You seem like a decent man, the sort who keeps his word. That being the case, I have a favor to ask. Keep an eye on my girl for me.”

“Already done,” was his quick reply.

Dean leaned forward, elbows on knees, “You’ve got my word, Bev. I’ll never let her fall.”

Now: “I like your mom,” Dean looked down at his boots. “She made me promise to look after you.”

“You never told me that.”

“I got the impression she didn’t want me to. Thought maybe she had a mother’s intuition about you getting into the hunting business. Guess she was talking about something else.”

You let your gaze drift over to the lake in the distance, half thawed already. It would be an early spring this year. A sign of hope for the future.

“How’d that go over?”

“I hadn’t yet mastered the art of covering my tracks. Plus, she was dating the sheriff. I was back home twenty-four hours later.”

Dean snorted, “Amateur.”

“Your mom is awesome, I’m glad she supports you…. You’re lucky, Y/N.”

“Y/N…”

You knew what he wanted to say, you could feel it. You could see it in his eyes whenever he dared to look at you. The sorrow. All you wanted to do was save him from it. From himself.

“It’s amazing how much we still don’t know about how the human body works,” you blurted out, making him blink in confusion.

“What?”

You could see the realization slowly register in his beautiful eyes. If you heard your mother, you must have heard him.

Dean brought your favorite blanket and tucked it around you, careful of the machines and wires. “There you go, Sweetheart. Just like home.”

He might have been able to fool himself for a while if it weren’t for that breathing tube.

“Actually, that’s a lie… this place is nothing like home. Home has all the amenities, right? I’ll bet this state-of-the-art medical facility doesn’t even have a firing range. Or a dungeon!”

He chuckled a little at his Big Lebowski reference, disheartened when the only response was the hiss of the ventilator.

He reached over and gently combed his fingers through your hair. Your skin was cool to the touch since your fever broke in the night. That had to be a good sign, right?

Now: He tried to speak, but you moved your fingers to his lips to stop him. Tears shimmered in your eyes, but you managed a wavering smile.

“I love you too.”

It was everything you’d ever dreamt his kiss could be, and it ended far too quickly.

“Don’t send me away. Please don’t send me away.”

“I’ve been living there for five years without an issue,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, with a humidifier and inhalers. But it’s different now, that round of pneumonia damaged your lungs. You need to be someplace where its easier to breathe, not harder.”

“You’re right. Which is why Sam and I have been designing a new HVAC system.”

That stopped him, “Really? Why didn’t you guys tell me?”

“Because you went all emo and hid in your room for a month.”

“I’m not emo! What kind of HVAC system?”

“A kick ass one,” you grinned so that your tongue peeked out between your teeth. “Any other concerns?”

“What about hunting?” he challenged.

“I’m sorry.”

“You deserve the best, and that’s not me.”

“That’s not for you to say.”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s my choice.”

There was a change in his gaze, subtle but there all the same. He shook his head with a chuckle. He knew when he was beat, and he was grateful for it.

“Your cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink when you get all worked up, you know that?”

“My cheeks are pink because it’s freezing out here!”

Dean ripped his coat off and wrapped it over yours, “Damn it, Y/N! I knew you were cold!”

“Well, if you were any kind of a boyfriend, you’d take my back to the car and warm me up properly!”

He was pulling the hood up over your head when he paused, “Boyfriend, huh?”

“Yeah, the kind that warms his girl up in the backseat,” you grinned and playfully rubbed your nose against his.

He growled in your ear and stood, sweeping you up in his arms and making you yelp in delight.

“Dean! I can still walk, you know!”

“Save your energy, Sweetheart, you’re gonna need it. Tonight, we’re gonna fog up all the windows!”

#dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean winchester #jensen x reader #jensen x y/n #jensen ackles #supernatural #spn fic #Breathe Free

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smoglitch · 2 months

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so, I have several points in mind regarding last post.

The way these people want to defend themselves tells me that they obviously feel like they're in the wrong for enjoying media that's made to cater to younger audiences. Is it a fear of being judged? If so, why, what is causing that fear? And why do these people feel the need to ask for the rest of the world to shape itself according to their wish, instead of learning how to accept yourself and own it?

This could all be linked to a general tendency I noticed in some category of the 20s to mid 30s adults to clam up and be in their own little bubble of childishness and wishes to go back in time. Could go on a whole rant about this kind of person, as I've met plenty of them.

Now, another thing. It is starting to look more and more like those people have never read books meant for adults before. I don't know what happened to reading in school but clearly no one was there for it. Weren't we reading some old classics back then? Some of them sucked for sure but come on, that went on for years. You can't tell you read none of them and just copied on your classmates every time, there's no way you'd pass any class. Anyway.

Is it really only fanfiction that's fucking up people's minds... or do we also have a big social media problem? I'll explain briefly. Since people nowadays like to talk about every single thing they interact with, they have to consume things that they know is socially accepted within their social media bubble. Lest you get a callout or get cancelled or whatever. There may be a kind of vicious circle at play: the very loud minority playing the politically correct police has led you to believe that xyz media is bad and therefore if you enjoy it you must be the scum of earth. No afterthoughts. You want to be good and pure so you stay away from it. The same loud minority starts talking about something very nice and wholesome, and since you crave acceptation you get into it as well. This way you get to talk about common interests that are morally good and no one will throw virtual rocks at you for it. And that's pretty much how you decide on everyting you want to interact with -> the algorithms knows what you like to engage with so you get more of the same stuff almost endlessly. However there's still a problem: the outside world. Which is very mean and scary. Now you have to convince the whole world that the way you like it on sns is what is good and should be the standart.

Something I've heard a lot, could be good but was mostly useless (as in, got some very dumb results) is a try at getting revenge on behalf of your lame younger self. "Yay, I get to relive my childhood as an adult, I don't care what anybody says!" (you do.) "My parents were so awful and also liked this awful author, it checks out!" "let's not make the mistakes our parents made!!" Thus you're making different ones. And since this population overlaps with the "I hate children" crowd, they don't get any interactions with children, nor do they respect them as people. If children are not people, then who's the youngest? toddlers, who watch cocomelon or some shit. who's between toddlers and adults? No one knows, they don't interact. Adult who like YA too much ARE the children. In them own head. They want to become them, yet they hate them. And they hate that not everyone agrees.

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edgessystem · 2 years

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Batman Chiroptera: practice scene 5

[ID: Bruce Wayne (white man, black hair, naked) sits in a bathtub, asleep. He has several bruises, one of which is very large and covers the right side of his ribs.]

12:37AM, April 21, 'C7

A bath turned out to be exactly what Bruce needed. It warmed him to the core and soothed his sore muscles as it relaxed and enveloped him in comfort and safety. That, combined with the exhaustion seated deep in his bones, found him unable to ward off sleep, succumbing to it without regard for his soft bed just a couple rooms away. After the day he'd had, the bathtub was plenty sufficient.

He was woken by a gasp some time later. Blearily, Bruce opened his eyes. Alfred was standing in the doorway with a stack of towels clutched to his chest and a bathrobe draped over his arm. His face was a mixture of shock and overwhelming concern. "Master Bruce, what happened?" he asked, the worry in his voice unmistakable.

Bruce's brows knit together in confusion. It wasn't like Alfred to show this much emotion. "What do you mean, Alfred?" he asked.

"Your ribs!" the butler said as he put down what he was holding and approached.

Bruce looked down and had to stifle his own gasp. The bruise on his side had bloomed into something dark and vile, spreading from the bottom of his ribcage to halfway up his pectoral muscle. It looked a lot worse than it felt, but he was shocked to see it all the same. He couldn't fathom why he hadn't noticed it sooner.

"You need a doctor, sir!" Alfred said.

"Alfred I'm fine," Bruce replied, feeling a sudden need to minimize the damage. The last thing he needed was for his endlessly tenacious butler to decide to put him on bed rest for the foreseeable future. He had a city to clean up. "It's just a bruise. Nothing's broken." He wasn't having any trouble breathing, at least, and the pain was an ache, not a stabbing.

"You are not fine, sir," Alfred said, a measure of indignation coating his tone. "I have seen soldiers die from far less serious wounds."

Bruce felt his jaw clench. "Those soldiers were in a warzone," he countered. "I'm in a comfortable house with nothing threatening my life." Alfred didn't need to know that Bruce was fighting his own war in Gotham.

The unimpressed look Alfred levelled Bruce with made it clear he was dangerously close to figuring it out, though. "Master Bruce, have you been fighting again?" his butler asked, disregarding Bruce's argument entirely. It was a logical conclusion for him to draw, and it wasn't all that far from the truth. Bruce had been fighting; it was just for a purpose now.

Bruce didn't say anything, instead balling his hands into fists. The bruises on his knuckles―though far less intense than the one on his side―were a familiar sight to both of them. Bruce used to get so angry that he'd start a fight with anyone that he thought he could take, whether or not he actually could. It had resulted in more than a few beat downs, and Alfred was always the one who had to deal with the aftermath.

Alfred's lip curled, barely a millimetre, but his disappointment was apparent nonetheless. He'd never made any attempt to hide his displeasure whenever Bruce came home injured. When it first got bad, he'd introduced Bruce to martial arts in an attempt to channel his rage into something less destructive, but that had backfired. The knowledge of proper fighting techniques only emboldened him to take on bigger and badder opponents.

"Sir," Alfred said. The impact of the word hit like a slap, knocking Bruce out of his rumination.

Bruce rose from the bath, biting back on his wince as he did. He couldn't afford to show his pain as he declared, "I'm fine."

It wasn't an answer to Alfred's question, and they both knew it. Tension hung in the air between them as they stared each other down.

This was an argument they'd had many times before. It was always when Alfred felt most like his surrogate father instead of his butler. He'd never won; not really. At the time he may have felt he did, but looking back he could see that Alfred always had the upper hand at the end of the day.

He wasn't about to let that happen again. He held his butler's gaze firmly, challenging him to defy him.

The staring contest persisted for thirty long seconds before Alfred backed down, letting his anger melt into his usual practical disposition with a sigh. "The emergency room at the hospital will still be open," Alfred stated. He left the I'm taking you there unsaid, as though that would make it impossible to refute.

"No," Bruce refuted anyway. That was how he did it; he'd pretend to lose to get Bruce's guard down. He wasn't falling for it this time. He couldn't afford a doctor making a record of his injuries. A paper trail was all anyone would need to find him.

"Master Bruce, I must insist-"

"I said no, Alfred!" There was a roughness to Bruce's voice; a finality. Bruce hadn't raised his voice since he was a petulant teenager, and it carried hardly any weight then, so he was surprised when Alfred―who never missed a beat retorting to obstinacy with dry wit, and had been putting up with his antics since childhood―hesitated. There was no comeback, no comment of his foolishness, not even one of his signature quirked brows.

Bruce brushed past his butler and picked up a towel to begin drying himself off. He wouldn't normally do this part himself, but he wanted to communicate to Alfred that the conversation was well and truly finished.

Alfred reached for the towel to take back his duties, but Bruce elbowed him away with a glare. He didn't want his help. Not when his help was going to be another obstacle.

Alfred took a small step back, but remained hovering by, waiting for another opportunity to step in like a vulture in a finely tailored suit with a penchant for service.

"You're dismissed," Bruce said, using the same rough tone. He found that he liked it. With some refinement, it could even be used as a tool.

Alfred's mouth drew into a thin line and his eyebrows dipped for half a moment, but he schooled his face into one of careful neutrality soon after. "Very well, sir," he said with a slight bow. He then exited the bathroom, leaving Bruce to prepare for bed on his own.

He dried himself off methodically, starting at his face and ending with his feet. He made sure to pass the edge of the towel between each toe. He despised the sensation of moisture on his bed sheets, so he made sure every inch of his skin was as dry as a bone before he put his arms through the bathrobe and tied it around his waist.

There was little he could do about his hair. Thick as it was, it would take at least another hour to dry completely. He threw a fresh towel around his shoulders to catch any drips before exiting his bathroom.

Bruce crossed his sitting room without sparing a glance for his tall bookshelf or its many tomes. Normally he'd sit and read while his hair dried, but he could feel exhaustion pulling at him again. He could agree with his butler on one thing, at least. He needed more sleep than he was getting.

What he saw when he pushed the door open to his bedroom though, was anything but restful. He almost shut the door again to go sleep in one of the spare rooms when he saw his butler standing warden over his bed holding a large black leather bag.

"If you will not allow me to take you to a doctor, I will see to your examination myself," Alfred stated. His tone would give no room for argument on the best of days, and Bruce had already used up the last of his energy in their previous bout.

He walked over to his bed and all but collapsed onto it. "Fine," he said, letting his breath out with a defeated rasp.

He stared at the ceiling as Alfred performed a litany of tests, passively following his orders to breathe in, turn this way, cough, and whatever else. When Alfred had him follow the top of a pen with his eyes he let out a huff of annoyance. His injuries had nothing to do with his eyes. Not that Alfred knew that, but it still ate away at his already short temper.

"Miraculously, nothing appears to be broken, nor do you seem to be concussed," Alfred concluded as he packed his medical tools back into his bag.

Bruce fell backwards. "I told you I was fine," he said dismissively, but secretly he was relieved. He hadn't been completely sure he hadn't broken a rib, and he trusted Alfred's medical expertise far more than his own.

"I am still placing you on bed rest until the bruising subsides," Alfred said. He walked over to the closet and retrieved Bruce's night clothes.

"But I have a shareholder's meeting!" Bruce protested. It wasn't the actual reason for his reluctance, but it was the only thing he could think of that he could admit to.

"I'm sure the company will crumble if you don't show," Alfred called his bluff sarcastically. He was right to. Bruce had missed dozens of meetings when he first came back to the states and gained control of the shares he inherited from his parents. And for years before that they were controlled pro tempore by Alfred, who was too busy taking care of him to attend the meetings in his stead.

Still, it was his only angle. "It's important," Bruce insisted.

"Then I will bring you a telephone, and you may attend remotely," Alfred said. "Sit up." Bruce scowled even as he obeyed the order. Alfred pulled off his robe and dressed him in his night clothes before picking up his doctor's bag and heading towards the door. "Good night, Master Bruce," Alfred said in parting. He closed the door softly behind him and Bruce fell back into his mattress again.

"Good night, Alfred," he muttered grouchily. Nothing had gone to his favor tonight, and it was looking like the next few days weren't going to be much better.

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master list | scene 4 | scene 6

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peppermintchaos · 5 months

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interlude: 29 graveyard years ago

word count: 938

Ash worried sometimes.

Ash knew that both they and Green viewed the kid as a younger sibling of sorts. Even when they had first been found by the duo, they were willing to fight, ready to survive by any means necessary- but they were still a child. They had refused to speak for weeks on end, timid and struggling to adjust to an environment that was never meant to exist. But they grew older, and adapted to the Graveyard more and more.

The Graveyard warped things. Something about the seal- their sister had always been foolish. Too easily swayed by her emotions, easily overcome by despair, or joy, or jealousy. So the seal was wrong. Very, very wrong. Ash wasn’t sure how long it had taken for their innocent creatures to become hulking monsters, driven insane by fear and a thirst for blood, for violence. They, like Cinder, blamed the Primordial Void God. The Void monsters made them sad- a perfect reflection of everything they were trying to avoid when they had blessed the Void creatures. The kid wasn’t insane, wasn’t some horrifically warped monster, but they were… wrong.

It’s not like they weren’t happy for them. Proud, even- their little protege, the only other Void god. Still- they shouldn’t have had to become one, wouldn’t have if it weren’t for the sake of survival. Humans couldn’t take all the stress of the rampant void energy- most gods couldn’t either. That was the point of the Graveyard. Most other gods that had been banished here did eventually succumb. Green was a one in a million exception. The kid was an exception for surviving that fall, and now black stains were creeping up their fingers. Their pupils had begun to elongate, letting in more of the little light in the vast darkness, and their teeth were becoming sharper, animalistic. It was a striking look combined with their jagged facial scar, and the other scars that they had collected in the past 4 years. In another 4 years, another 5, another 8… Ash worried. They saw the way Peppermint laughed when they fought.

Green thought it was harmless. Fey tried to comfort Ash, saying that plenty of people enjoyed fighting. Fey themselves enjoyed a good battle. Even they looked concerned sometimes though, seeing someone so young covered in the blood of Void monsters, monsters they had learned to wipe out quickly. Sometimes, they complained- the big ones were too hard to find. Ash, when is a hard one to fight going to show up again? I want a challenge. That level of ambition would be admirable in any other context, but Ash worried, endlessly, that it would turn into bloodlust, that they would lose their little Void God to the Graveyard, that the plan Green and them had schemed up wouldn’t work.

The seal was growing weaker- it had started with that rift. It wouldn’t be weak enough to get the two gods out anytime soon, but the kid would go unnoticed by Cinder. Even if she did notice, based on the trajectory of Peppermint’s skills, they could defeat her (at least, in her current weakened state) one day. She must have been manually filtering Light energy this whole time, leaving her exhausted. One of these days, Ash would…

Well. They weren’t quite ready to think about that.

So instead, they worried about the glint in Peppermint’s eyes, the deadly precision of their water constructs, the way they reveled in carnage. When they used all their resources- a proper sword, their Affinity, and Void weapons, they were unstoppable. Sometimes, they worried that when they got out, they’d be treated as a monster, a weapon, a freak show. That the treatment would erase for good the scared, gentle child who had first fell into the Graveyard. The worst part is that they didn’t think the kid would mind being treated as a weapon- they were the kind that wanted to be helpful to the point of self-sacrifice. It was their tearful confession to feeling useless, feeling like they couldn’t save their sister that had made Ash understand why Cinder made those who had endured tragedy into gods. For a child to have suffered that much, and still only want to assist others- didn’t they deserve a boon? Now, though, Ash’s gift to them might have only made everything worse.

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Sometimes, Ash felt guilty. Useless. They couldn’t save their sister, and look where it had gotten them. Two people that they cared about, they had only met because they had gotten sent down here, burdened with Ash’s curse. Ash worried that they weren’t, as people had put it before their banishment, the “Wise Primordial God.” Being stuck down here for so long- 16,500 years- made them feel like they were barely a god at all. They had been relying on Green’s constant Light output to help filter the Void energy, but the way it was so condensed made filtering all of it an impossible task. It made them tired constantly. They remembered how ashamed they had been, Green getting banished just for knowing of Ash, only to meet this supposed Primordial God as a shell of their formal self. They couldn’t save anyone.

One day, though, they would absolve themselves of guilt, and get all three of them out (and save their precious Void creatures.)

One day.

#god au

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moemoemammon · 3 years

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So bear with me. MC sleeps like a rock. A bomb could go off next to them, and they don't wake up. Now, add shallow breathing, and they look like a corpse. You could mistake them for a corpse if you don't check their pulse.

How would the brothers (+ datables if you're not too picky hehe) react to the first time waking them up for school only to think they probably died in their sleep on day one??

Sleeping Like a Corpse!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer didn’t think much of you when you arrived, now could he be bothered to personally make sure you peeled yourself out of bed in the morning. So naturally, he sent Mammon to go do it.

But when Mammon came back complaining about how you didn’t budge an inch, big bro realized he’d have to take care of it himself, like usual.

He figured slamming your door open would’ve done the trick, but you remain still. And as much as he wants to drag you out of bed by the ankle, he knows how fragile humans can be. He opts for giving you a vigorous shake, and.... you don’t budge.

He calls your name, nothing. He literally pulls you upright by the shoulders and jostles you around like a protein shaker bottle, but you don’t move, and- wait... are you breathing? MAMMOOOOOO-

“Haaah... It’s your first morning with us, and you’re already causing me trouble. If it weren’t for the warmth of your skin, I’d have thought you were dead. Perhaps I should give you an enchanted alarm clock, if you prove to be this difficult to wake every morning.”

Mammon

Tch, he seriously didn’t get why THE Great Mammon had to do this sorta grunt work! Why should he have to make sure a lousy human gets up for school? It’s not like he’s their babysitter! but we all know he’s a p*ssy so he’s not gonna say that out loud

But that means he’s gonna make sure you know how irritated he is! Mammon bursts into your room, calling you a ‘stinkin’ human’ at the top of his lungs, and... you don’t move a muscle. So his next step is to stomp over and rip your blankets off, and..... you still don’t move.

What the hell? It’s like trying to wake up Belphie! He leans in to try to smack you awake, when he finally notices how it...kinda...looks like you aren’t breathing.

Wait. Wait wait wait-! SURE he didn’t feel like having to watch you, but that didn’t mean he wanted you to die on the first night! Lucifer was gonna KILL him-! Did you die of fright or something?! He didn’t really mean all that stuff he said about eating you, you know?! Hey, snap out of it-!

“What the- You’re ALIVE?! I thought you died in your sleep, dammit! TCH! What’s the big idea, playin’ dead like that?! Ya tryin’ to get me in trouble?!” “-N-no I wasn’t worried about ya!”

Leviathan

Why does HE have to wake you up..? Sure, he has to go to school today anyway for the student council meeting, but what does that have to do with a human..? Couldn’t Lucifer have asked ANYONE else..?

Beyond annoyed when he enters your room. What’s he supposed to do?? Shake you?? Hit you with something???? Levi opts for awkwardly poking your side, and noticing how you don’t react. Great. Ugh... this sucked....

He tries again, then pokes the back of your head, tugs your sleeve, shakes your arm... then you roll over from the movement and he nearly has a heart attack. Not only because you surprised him, but because you.. wait, did you die?!

Stuck between “LMAOOOO ROFLMAO the human died on their first night! What a noob! #fail!” and “KDAKLFHLDSJFKL OH NO HELLO?????”

“WH- Ahhh... I thought you were dead. You know how long Lucifer would've lectured if if you died, right? He'd be so mad, i bet he'd even confiscate my D.D.D.! Normies like you are nothing but trouble. This is why a human shouldn't even be here..."

Satan

What a chore... This felt like more of a punishment than anything, and Satan hadn’t even done anything yet. Unless Lucifer already discovered the ink he dripped into his shampoo? Either way, he wasn’t the slightest bit interested in you.

But seeing as he got to hang around you in your most vulnerable state, wouldn’t it be funny if he put a curse on you? He was sure that whatever he chose would become a headache for Lucifer in some way, so the possibilities were endless.

Temporary blindness, backwards speech, rainbow colored skin, extreme bad luck, he didn’t know what to choose! Ah, and there were a few curses he wanted to use on Lucifer that needed to be tested out, so why not experiment on you?

He had plenty of time to pick the perfect one and- ah. Were you.. dead? Did someone beat him to the punch?

“Ah, so you’re alive after all. And here I thought I could harass Lucifer with knowing his human had died in their sleep. Well, it’ll have to wait, I guess...I was really looking forward to the expression on his face...”

Asmo

What? Lucifer was ACTUALLY letting him go in the cute little human’s room, completely unsupervised? What a bold move, dearest big brother~! There’s no way he’d pass up the chance to take a peek at your sleeping face! You were pretty cute, but he’d like to see if you were worth his attention.

That being said, Asmo creeps into your room like a sneaky toddler, and doesn’t hesitate to grab your shoulder and roll you over to get a good look at your sleeping face. Hmm... Not bad!

So with that, he hops right into your bed unannounced, bouncing you around and giving you that innocent giggle of his. Aren’t you lucky? You get to be woken up by the endlessly charming Asmo-chan~! The first thing you’ll see is his gorgeous face, and you’ll be blessed with the perfect first school day!

Why, there are hundreds and thousands of demons who wish they were as lucky as you were right now! He’s seen how they’ll fight tooth and nail for a chance to-..... hey, how come you’re not breathing..? Er, he’s not really into that sort of thing...

“Oh thank goodness! I thought you up and died before I had a chance to get to know you! You know how disappointed I’d be, right? Knowing I wasn’t able to explore the cute human living in our house... it’d be a tragedy!”

Beel

Surprisingly, he doesn’t mind that much. Having to go and wake you up reminds him of when Belphie was still around, so it’s familiar and feels kind of nice. What DOESN’T feel nice is that he’s missing valuable time he could be spending inhaling his breakfast, because you won’t wake up.

Hangry Beel enters your room with a bagel in his mouth, so you couldn’t understand what he was saying even if you were awake. Just know he’s calling your name and threatening to eat your breakfast. It’s your loss if you miss out.

Hm... You don’t wake up even after he shakes you, so he’s tempted to just leave. But he knows Lucifer will scold you if he returns downstairs without you, so he’s got to improvise.

It’s fine if he just carries you downstairs, right? He’s just tryin to eat man why can’t you- ...Beel is noticing a distinct lack of breath coming from you when he picks you up. Uhhh

“Oh, you aren’t dead. I was going to ask Lucifer if we could have you for breakfast too, but I guess that’s not an option anymore. He says hurry up and get dressed, and that you should give me your breakfast. Bye.”

Belphie

He’s in the attic, so same lmao.

Twins! Still gonna strangle and throw you down the stairs in the future tho

Couple goals amirite?

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marvelmaniac2000 · 2 years

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Summary: Druig teasing his precious girl in the library.

Characters: Druig x (Y/N) Reader

Side Note: This is a personal fantasy of mine, honestly the library was my best friend and sanctuary growing up and the character Makkari kinda remind me of myself (which is pretty obvious since marvel whole trademark is making relatable heroes) So this smut is inspired to book lovers and the sexy thoughts we all have.

Warning: (ADULT CONTENT) 18+ ONLY, fingering, unprotected sex, rough foreplay,Public sex, dominance, oral sex,

**Sorry for any misspelling and Grammar**

Once again you finished your book in less than a week. You glance over at Druig who was napping away on the couch. He looked so soft yet masculine. His arms were crossed while his gigantic black boots sat propped up on the coffee table. Today was a pretty chill day and you had plenty of time to kill. You glance at your watch and realize the library is still open. Druig was sound still asleep and you figured to leave him unbothered.

The smell of free knowledge welcomed you in. Your library was spacious with endless rows of bookshelves. The silence could make you hear the faint drop of a needle. You pass the librarian making your way toward your favorite section. Young Adult books still looked the same as you left it before. You almost knew where every single book was located in the corner genre. Your fingers traced over a shelf looking for the next best adventure to read. A book with a purple shaded title caught your attention as you pulled it out by the spine.

“Interesting pick” a low husky voice whispered in your ear. Druig snatched the book out of your hands and playfully waved it out of your reach.

“I thought you were still at home sleep” you sharply whispered.

“Not when you’re sneaking off from me” he casually examined the book. You look at him with slight guilt, noticing his eyes pierce yours with lust.

”I thought-” “Shhhh” Druig pressed his finger against his lips. “You have to be quiet remember?” he smirked, leaning closer to you. He rested his arm above your head to corner you in.

“You left me all alone. You know what that means right?” Druig gripped your chin making you feel moist. Druig snaked his hand under your dress. His long thick fingers stroked the entrance of your panties. You bite your lip to hold out a moan.he rolled his finger around your slit to tease your opening. His icy green eyes pierced onto your face as he deepen the digits into your opening. Your eyebrows furrowed trying to suppress every sharp breath out of your mouth. He couldn’t resist your luscious lips and pressed his onto yours.

“I think I feel a little hungry” he huskily amused. He lowered himself down between your legs. He ripped your panties off before resting your leg on his shoulder. His moist tongue wasted no time licking between your moist lips. A faint moan escapes your lips. He licked circular motions around your swollen clit endlessly, You quietly whimper at the pleasure trying to grip the book shelf for support. His thick tongue drove deeper inside your pussy exploring every inch of your wet flower. When Druig noticed the hot mess you became, he withdrew from between your legs and raised himself back up to give you a sloppy tongue kiss. You moan savouring the taste of your pussy from his lips. Druig loosen his pants just enough to expose his big harden member. You feel your wet slit pulsating wanting him inside you. He positioned himself between you and wrapped his fingers around your throat. Your facial expression shifted as he pushed his pre cum tip in. His dominance grew more watching your face as he marked you with every inch he pushed in. “You’re so cute when I’m putting my dick inside you” he released his grip and hoisted your legs around his waist. A few books fell to the ground as he slowly found his own rhythm. You rest your arms around his neck taking in the deep strokes. Druig buried his face between your neck sucking and biting leaving his mark. You moan from the mixer of pleasure and pain. His breath sharpen feeling your pussy tighten around his member. His thrusts became forceful as a topple of books fell. “slow down” you moaned. He noticed how much noise he was making and softened his thrusts. Drips of cum fell down between your thighs. His thrusts became deeper hearing your silent whimpers. You grip his shoulders for dear life feeling your climax coming. Druig’s seed burst into you just as you reach your own orgasm. He gently let you down and asked you if you were ok. Once both of you got yourself together, Druig handed back the book you initially were going to check out. You smile and made your way to the librarian. The librarian noticed your tassel hair and Druig trailing behind you. She gave you a look and silently checked out your book and handed it back to you

Side Note: I never knew how fun it was writing Druig until now! I know a lot of writers doing their own amazing work and Druig brings out the WHORE in all of us

***Let me know in the comments if you want to join my DRUIG tag list.***

#marvel #mcu #fanfic #eternals #druig #druig smut #Druig fanfic #makkari #druig x reader #writing #love story #Druig is my second husband

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goingmorry · 3 years

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hi!! i recently got into one piece and im so glad i found your blog!! i was wondering if you could do ace, sanji, and zoro when their crew notices scratch marks on their back? suggestive/nsfw would be <33 thank you in advance!

[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> when their crew notices scratch marks on their backs

Characters: Ace, Sanji, Zoro

Tags: NSFW, gender neutral, sexually suggestive

Author's Note: Hello, dear! 💖 Thank you for the kind words, and welcome to the fandom. I hope you enjoy your stay. You're in it for life now. Mwahahaha! 😂

PORTGAS D. ACE

This man struts around EVERYWHERE shirtless. Did you really think that he was going to start wearing one now? If so, joke's on you, my friend.

Ace thinks that if he were to suddenly wear a shirt, out of the blue, that it would be hella suspicious. Marco and Thatch would jump on the opportunity to interrogate him, and then they would eventually find out the "real" reason why he's suddenly dressed decently.

So instead, he opts for the "let's pretend everything's normal" approach. Never mind the fact that the angry red lines, littered across his shoulder blades and overlapping the tattoo of his Jolly Roger, stand out and compliment his tanned skin well.

The scratch marks you've left on his back from the other night are proudly displayed for ALL to see. Marco and Thatch, who will most likely tease him and you endlessly. Vista and Izo, who will most likely reprimand him for his bold behavior. Even Pops himself, who will most likely let out a booming laughter, alerting even the less nosy members of the crew. Can you get any more embarrassed?

Ace brushes off everyone's teasing as best he can. Everyone in the crew (except for Thatch) is respectful and won't pry as much. Your relationship with the Second Division Commander is a private affair, after all.

Thatch, on the other hand, hoo-boy. He's the resident pervert of the crew. You know he's DYING to ask Ace for the deets. Give him something! Anything to satisfy his curiosity! 👀

Have no fear. Ace doesn't fuck and tell. The vision of you, drowning in pleasure as he fucks you senseless, so much so that you end up aggressively leaving temporary scars on his otherwise smooth skin, is permanently etched into his memory.

Ace vows to himself that this isn't the first and last time that you'll be doing this to him. And he makes do on that promise. 😏

SANJI

Among the Straw Hat Pirates, this man dresses the classiest. A fresh suit and tie is his preferred attire, so the chances of catching him shirtless is almost slim to none. Except for when he's in the middle of getting dressed or undressed.

Sanji's usually careful, but in this one instance, he's distracted and ends up crossing paths with Brook in the men's locker room. Before Sanji can pull down his shirt the rest of the way, the perverted skeleton's (non-existent) eyes zone-in on the red marks scattered all over his pale skin and his bony cheeks darken with a noticeable blush.

"M-may I please see it again, Sanji-san?" Brook asks, without shame, earning him a swift kick to the skull from the love cook. Unfazed as ever, Brook recovers and disappears with a loud YOHOHOHOHO~ making the rest of the crew wonder what transpired in the men's locker room that fateful day.

When it comes to the marks on his back, he opts for the "let's keep this on the down-low" approach. This doesn't extend to your relationship with him, of course. It's impossible for Sanji NOT to proclaim his undying love and devotion to you.

The sight of you rutting against him for release, face contorted in bliss from his sporadic thrusting, and your nails digging deeper into the flesh of his back, strong enough to break skin, crosses his mind and Sanji has to make a conscious effort not to dwell on it too much, else he finds himself under Chopper's care again.

When it comes to your intimate activities, Sanji's a true and proper gentleman. And a gentleman never kiss and tells. 😉

RORONOA ZORO

This green-haired swordsman's normal attire is a long coat. While he prefers to keep his coat open, exposing his bare chest, people won't have a clear view of his back. Not to worry though, since Zoro loves to go shirtless when he exercises, and he exercises plenty.

Up in the Crow's Nest, Zoro busies himself with weights until Chopper enters the room to check on him. Without meaning to, Chopper's cute beady eyes land on the red marks crisscrossing across his big brother's back and the little reindeer exclaims before he can stop himself, "Zoro! You're injured! Let me treat your wounds later!"

Kill him now, Zoro thinks. Instead, he says dismissively, "Ah... It's nothing," defusing the situation as best he can so as to preserve his little brother's innocence.

After much convincing on Zoro's part, cute innocent Chopper leaves him alone, none the wiser. And your boyfriend can breathe a sigh of relief. Who knew that leaving scratch marks on his back from your intense lovemaking would be so troublesome?

When it comes to the marks on his back, Zoro opts for the "let's not make a big deal out of it" approach. Though, it's not like he can predict how others would react. Someone like say, Sanji, for example.

If Sanji ever discovers those marks on Zoro's back, you bet your ass that he's not letting go of that shit. The love cook absolutely will go through the seven stages of grief, and your boyfriend is just not in the mood to entertain Sanji's ridiculous tantrums. Not now, not ever.

Flashes of your previous night with him cross his mind. You writhing against his firm grasp, you panting from his hips wildly snapping against yours, and you lightly biting his shoulder from the forceful way he takes you. Zoro can never get enough of seeing your expressions as you cum for him. And the scratch marks on his back are just an added bonus.

Zoro may have a competitive sibling rivalry with Sanji, but if there's one thing he's certain about, it's that he's won in the romance department. Zoro has you to thank for that. 💖

#one piece x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #sanji x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece writing #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #mywriting #thot level: maximum percent

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Let Me Love You (Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Plus sized! Reader (Female) × Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: After finding out their girlfriend has been feeling insecure about her body, Mingi and Yunho take matters into their own hands to remind her that she is beautiful.

Word Count: 4.5+K

Warnings: Body insecurities (remember you are beautiful just the way you are), poly relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), unprotected sex (always use protection). (This was utter trash)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @yunsangoveryonder

Special requested by @monbaebes

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Watching her favorite boys play around on the seashore, Y/N chuckled softly as she returned her gaze on the fruit in front of her. Picking up a small knife, she carefully began peeling some of the mangoes, apples and other of the juicy produce they had brought with them. Meanwhile she focused on making sure they had something to replenish their energy with, one of her lovers was concentrated on building a rather complicated architecture with the sand under his feet. Slowly but surely, the castle was beginning to take form and the man couldn't be much happier or pleased than seeing his masterpiece come to life.

"Mingi, think fast!" The other tall male shouted as he tossed the beach ball he was holding in the other's direction.

Mingi's naturally small eyes widened significantly as he witnessed his creation crumble down due to the impact of the beach ball colliding on top of it.

"Oops! Sorry bud!" The culprit grimaced as he saw the result of his little trick.

Immediately standing up, Mingi began chasing after his friend.

"I'm going to kill you Yunho!" He threatened, Yunho running and taking cover behind the oblivious girl who saw nothing that took place.

"What in the world?" She looked back and forth between the two guys.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, Mingi let out a huff.

"He destroyed my sand castle that I was working so hard on!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to." Yunho defended himself.

Not wanting them to get into a silly fight during their vacation, Y/N began to calm them both down.

"Come on you guys, you're making a scene over things kids would argue over. Seriously, this is why we hardly go out."

Hearing her displeased tone, the boys quickly straightened up their act and decided to just let it go. Seeing the delicious fruit in front of them, the young men sat at opposite sides of Y/N and dug into the food. She was grateful she opted for packing plenty of fruit given how much her boyfriends ate. She sometimes wondered if it was because they were so tall or because their stomachs were a bottomless pit. She decided a long time ago that it was probably a combination of the two.

As they enjoyed their snacks while enjoying the view in front of them, Y/N's wandering eyes soon locked themselves on the two women sitting not far from them. Although she wanted to look away before any negative thoughts clouded her mind, she couldn't help but admire their long, slim legs, their small waists and flat tummies. She envied their shape that they confidently showed off in their revealing and sensual bikinis, making more than a few heads turn in their direction to rake their eyes on their glamorous bodies. And there she was, feeling too big in her cami top and shorts.

Looking away with eyes falling on the strawberry she was holding, Y/N suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Losing her appetite, she tossed the fruit back in the container and just sat back, unable to hide her uncomfortable face which Yunho noticed right away.

"Honey, is something wrong? Do you not feel well?" He asked which immediately sparked the attention of the other male.

Although she didn't feel well indeed, Y/N didn't want to cause any alarm or have them fret over her behavior and decided to make up an excuse.

"I guess maybe I'm just exhausted after spending so much time out in the sun. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel room. You guys stay here if you want."

Plastering on a reassuring smile, she gave them no chance to argue or say anything else as she quickly got off the beach towel and started heading back towards the hotel that was just in front of the beach. Her arms were crossed protectively in front of her chest, head lowered to avoid eye contact with the young men who were heading in the opposite direction. She shut her eyes when she heard them snicker behind her, no doubt making fun of her figure. She just wanted to lock herself in the room and crawl under the covers of the bed, just her alone with nobody else.

But the sudden calls for her from behind let her know that it wasn't going to be the case.

"Geez, couldn't you at least wait for us baby?" Mingi pouted as he linked an arm around her.

"Sorry, didn't want to cut your playtime at the beach short." She felt even more bad knowing they decided to follow her back.

"It's fine darling. It was getting too hot anyways. Besides we can have just as much fun in the hotel room as we do in the beach." Yunho added, leaning his face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Or maybe even more fun." He snickered suggestively, which made her blush and cling closer to the male on her right, who simply let out a small snort.

"Don't tease her Yunho. You know how shy she gets with these things." Unable to hold back from making her even more flustered, Mingi's hand that was on her waist dropping to slightly pinch her butt cheek.

"And it makes me want to eat her up even more."

With a soft huff, she shoved his hand away from him and simply walked faster to hide from their vulgar teasing that had her cheeks burning bright red.

"She's so adorable." Yunho chuckled, to which Mingi agreed with. Taking advantage of the fact she couldn't hear them, both of them started whispering a few things amongst themselves, huge grins plastering on their faces as they planned out how they were going to spend their night with their lovely girlfriend.

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Staring at her reflection in the long body mirror, Y/N cringed at the sight. She knew the guys were waiting outside in the hot tub for her, no doubt aching to see her in the dark blue bikini they had picked out for her, a color Mingi aggressively shoved into Yunho who wanted to go instead for a more baby pink choice, but eventually caved into the other's choice. She didn't feel up to going out in it though, she felt it unflattering and unsuitable for someone her size. Stripping out of it, she tossed on a tank top and shorts once more, wanting to be as covered up as much as possible. Feeling satisfied with that, she quickly came out of the bathroom, not wanting to make the boys wait any longer.

Hearing the glass door of the room slide open, the young men excitedly looked over hoping to see their gorgeous girlfriend in a swimsuit they bought her, but their faces fell flat when they saw her clothing choice.

"What happened to the bikini we bought you? Oh god! Please don't tell me we got the wrong size." Mingi groaned, already beating himself up for an imaginary mistake.

"No it fit fine, I just.... I just prefer being like this." She replied as she slipped her body inside the hot water, setting herself in between both of the men, who wasted no time in drawing their bodies closer to her, effectively trapping her.

Looking up from one and then to the other, Y/N knew by the smiles on their face that they were up to something else and it wasn't particularly pure. Taking the lead as he usually did, Yunho brought a hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

"So pretty..." He muttered as he bent his face down to hers.

Starting off with small pecks, Yunho eventually pressed his lips deeper into hers, hand still cupping her jaw so his thumb could draw circles around her cheek. Y/N moaned when she felt his tongue dart forward and infiltrate her mouth. She gave in and allowed him absolute control, moaning louder when he pulled her tongue inside his own mouth and briefly sucking on it. For a few minutes they were lost in their little world until the third person in the relationship reminded them of his presence.

"Ok you got your turn, now let me make out with my baby."

As soon as Yunho's mouth was detached from her lips, it was quickly replaced by Mingi's, who unlike the other male, was more fervent and rougher with his kisses. Whereas Yunho preferred a lot more tongue action, Mingi enjoyed nipping at his lover's lips. Indeed he made sure to get her lips as swollen and red as possible. His teeth endlessly tugged at her bottom lip, a smirk appearing on his features each time he drew out a gasp or whine from the girl in front of him. Her sounds intensified when she felt Yunho's lips occupying themselves on her shoulder and neck, leaving small love bites on the visible patches of skin. His large hand dove underwater to clasp at the end of her top, rising it up slowly so he could take it off her.

Feeling her insecurities rise up once more, Y/N quickly withdrew his hand off her body, ending the makeout session with her other boyfriend in the process.

"Baby did we do something wrong? Did we push it too far?" Yunho immediately worried that they hurt her in any way. Mingi was also mirroring the same feeling his friend was bearing.

"No, it's not you guys...it's me."

Both of the men looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sick? Is that it? Why didn't you say something before." Mingi brought a palm over her forehead, attempting to figure out if she had a fever or not.

Shaking her head, Y/N took a deep breath before she went any further.

"I'm not sick I just hate my body ok? I hate being chubby, it makes all the clothes I wear look ugly on me. I wish I was skinnier like some of the female idols you guys see almost on the daily. Maybe then I'd be more attractive for you guys.."

Her confession broke them to pieces. They couldn't believe she felt that way and they cursed themselves for not noticing earlier on about their girlfriend's insecurities.

"But darling, you are very attractive just the way you are." Mingi spoke up, though they could tell his words didn't have much of an effect on her.

Joining in to make sure she felt loved, Yunho tilted Y/N's face so she could clearly see his sincerity at his next words.

"Listen to me, your body is very gorgeous just the way it is. You may not believe it, but trust me when I say Mingi and I are absolutely crazy about your body. It makes you more irresistible and we wouldn't have you any other way."

His words lightened her mood just a bit, a hint of a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips.

"And we're not the only ones who think so. There were some assholes who were shamelessly checking you out while we were trying to catch up with you back on the beach." Mingi added, face frowning as he recalled the way they heard the group of men talking about their girlfriend in such a lewd manner.

"What? N-no, I'm sure you got it wrong. They were probably making fun of me." Her theory however was quickly shut down by Yunho.

"No baby, we heard them clearly as they went on and on about how hot you look....among other things that weren't exactly family friendly." Although he tried to hide it, Yunho couldn't keep his teeth from gritting against each other in a jealous manner.

"And we saw how their faces kept turning to stare at your ass." Mingi recalled rather unhappily.

Y/N felt even more embarrassed now, her hands coming up to hide her reddened face, which continued to stay hidden even when she felt both males press themselves into her.

"But if that still doesn't convince you, how about you let us demonstrate how much we adore your figure?"

Peeking out and uncovering her face, Y/N took in their hungry gazes that were awaiting for permission to devour her. Although she nodded slightly, it wasn't enough for them.

"Darling use your words please. We'd much rather hear you say how much you want us as well." Mingi deepened his voice enough to cause an effect on her.

Biting down on her lip, Y/N's voice shyly spoke out.

"Please.... touch me." She gulped before uttering her next words.

"Make love to me."

Finally hearing the magic words, both men stood up, their bodies drenched and pouring water. Taking hold of Y/N, Mingi brought her out of the hot tub as well and sat her in front of him on the wood extension of the hot tub. Reaching for her shirt, he quickly peeled it off her body and moved it somewhere else while Yunho took care of her lower half, removing her shorts and equally discarding them somewhere else.

"Fuck, she looks so damn pretty." Yunho marveled at the sight of her bare, soaked body right in front of him.

Snaking his hands down her torso, Mingi gripped the top of her thighs so he could pry them open, letting Yunho gaze into her exposed heat. He let out a chuckle at his friend's star struck expression.

"Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Put those long ass fingers of yours to work." Mingi told him.

Instructing Y/N to keep her legs wide open, Mingi brought his hands back up her body so they could cup her breasts. He squeezed them in between his fingers, astonished at feeling how soft and tender they were. While she was still getting adjusted to the feeling of Mingi's hands around her boobs, Yunho came up in front of her and began kissing along her collarbone, making her tilt her head back.

"God your boobs are so squishy." Mingi groaned as he pressed them against each other, thumbs tweaking at her nipples.

While Mingi's hands continued playing around with her chest, Yunho took advantage of her dazed state to brush his fingers along one of her thighs. Creeping it closer in between her legs, his thumb started slow and gentle motions on her clit. He smiled against her neck when he felt her shudder as he pressed down on her button.

"Mingi be sure to hold her steady while I finger her pretty pussy. You know how she tends to get."

Removing his hands off her breasts, Mingi proceeded to move them to her hips, knowing fully well they'd be wanting to buck into Yunho's hand. Y/N looked down and watched intently as one of Yunho's fingers slowly slipped inside her hole. She gaped with amazement as he effortlessly slid his finger out of her body and then back inside. It always amazed her how such a little action could make her so weak and pliant towards her lovers. Yunho of course knew this and loved to use it against her. Smiling ever so smugly, he inserted a second finger into her hole, his pace starting to pick up. Her breath hitched as she craned her neck back to rest her head on Mingi's shoulder, the latter taking the opportunity to plaster kisses on the side of her cheek.

"Do you like having Yunho's fingers inside of you babygirl?" He asked, lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Y-yes." She responded.

When her thighs tried to close, Mingi was quick to pry them back apart, his grip tight enough that they could leave prints on her skin.

"No babygirl, keep those pretty legs of yours open for Yunho."

Knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge, Yunho angled his fingers upward so they could rub at her sweet spot as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of her. A third finger was added to the combination, which had the recipient crying out from the stretch.

"How on earth are you always so tight babygirl? It's like we don't fuck you enough." Yunho expressed, thumb circling on her nub with more detailed and faster motions.

The wet and sloppy sounds emanating from between her legs were like music to both men's ears. They enjoyed hearing how wet they could make her become, Mingi especially licked his lips as he saw how her folds started to glisten from all the arousal seeping out of her.

"Shit, her pussy looks so good. I can't wait to eat her out."

Shooting a smirk to his friend, Yunho worked his fingers deeper into his girlfriend's core, thrusting them sporadically in an effort to bring her closer to her high.

"Well just let me get her cum with my fingers and then I'll leave her in your hands..... or should I say mouth?"

Hearing them say what they were going to do to her made Y/N shudder. With eyes shut, her voice slightly broke into half cries half whimpers as she came on Yunho's fingers. Mingi's hold on her thighs prevented her from shutting her legs and thus making her orgasm feel more intense as it washed all throughout her body. Making sure to keep his fingers lodged inside until she came down from her high, Yunho gently leaned in to press a kiss on the corner of Y/N's mouth.

"Look babygirl."

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Yunho's fingers pulling out of her heat. They were covered completely in her cum, leaving her surprised that she could produce that much from just his fingers. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Oh Mingi, you're going to definitely enjoy eating her out." Yunho locked eyes with the other male, sending him a knowing wink.

"Then I guess I better not let her juices go to waste."

Moving her body so she could face him, Mingi layed down on his back and motioned for Y/N to move herself on top of his face, which she hesitated to do. Sensing what she was worried about, Mingi smiled at her.

"Baby, it's ok. I want to feel those thick thighs of yours on me. Now come over here and smother my face with your sweet pussy."

Getting help from Yunho who took hold of her arms, he placed her right on top of Mingi's face. Spreading her lips apart, Mingi's tongue came up to lick up the leftover arousal from Yunho's previous fingering session. Y/N couldn't help but gasp not just from the over sensitivity of her pussy, but from Mingi's warm mouth consuming her taste. Closing his eyes, Mingi lost himself in the sweetness her body had to offer. Flicking his tongue out, he made sure to pay close attention to her clit, circling the tip of his wet muscle around it. As if they had a mind of their own, Y/N's hips began to slowly grind down against Mingi's tongue movements. When she noticed what she was doing, she made an attempt to stop her motions.

"No babygirl. Show Mingi how much you enjoy having him eat you out. He told you to smother his face and that's what you're going to give him. After all, that is what he wants. Don't you Mingi?" Yunho piped up.

The man underneath Y/N responded with a muffled moan against her wetness. His hands clasped themselves on her ass, harshly slamming her down until her heat was covering the entirety of his face. Guiding her hips, he made her drag her core along his tongue over and over, slurping up every inch of tender flesh without leaving any patch dry. Y/N began panting, each stroke of Mingi's tongue making her fall deeper in that hazy state she had been in just moments ago while Yunho had his fingers knuckles deep in her. And both men knew it, they had learned and memorized each pitch of her sounds and every tick of her body to know what she liked and when she'd come crumbling down from the pleasure they gave her.

Knowing she needed a little encouragement, Yunho began peppering open mouth kisses along her neck as his fingers brushed along the sides of her waist.

"Go ahead love. Cum all over Mingi's face. Make a mess of his pretty face." He softly instructed her. A pleased grin framed Yunho's face as merely seconds later, Y/N fulfilled his command. Mingi groaned wildly as his face was smothered by her mound, her thighs trembling and clenching around his skull as another flood of her juices poured out onto his face. Making sure to lick up as much as possible, Mingi detached his mouth from her reddened folds with an audible pop, a proud smirk on his face that he was not wiping off at any moment.

Knowing she was still too worked up from her orgasm, Yunho carefully lifted her up into his arms. Gesturing for Mingi to follow, he carried her bridal style back inside their room, where he layed her down on the soft king sized bed. Stripping themselves out of their swimming trunks, the men whispered a few words amongst each other before reaching the decision of who got to have her first. The beaming look on Mingi's features answered her thoughts on who it was.

Setting himself right next to her, Mingi began stroking his already hard length.

"Come here baby. Hop your pretty self on top and ride me." He motioned for her to sit on top of him.

With hands pressed to his chest, Y/N slowly sunk herself down until his entire cock was safely nestled inside her. Hissing at the excruciatingly tight grip her tender flesh had on him, Mingi looked over to Yunho, who already had one hand wrapped tightly on his dick.

"We really should fuck her more often, she's unbelievably tight." His voice rasped out.

"Well why don't you do something about it? You're literally inside her idiot." Yunho reminded him rather agitated, anxious to get his own turn with his beloved girl.

With sharp cries, Y/N held onto the headboard in front of her as the man underneath her started pounding his hips up into her. Their moans were filling up the room, along with the slick sounds protruding from between their thighs, where they were connected. Yunho eagerly watched them, his hand working to stroke his twitching cock, making sure not to speed up in case he accidentally made himself cum. He knew he'd get his turn soon, but for the moment, he reveled at seeing the two individuals he cared about the most be so intimate with each other. He watched as their facial muscles started contorting and scrunching up with pleasure, their bodies starting to layer a thin sheen of sweat from the intensity of their love making.

Already vulnerable from the previous 2 orgasms, Y/N started to feel that familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen, spreading under her skin and making her dizzy with lust. Mingi's pace turned slightly more rough. He loved watching as he made his girlfriend ride his cock, especially when he was blessed with the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of him. He thought it was one of the most amazing sights to behold. Sensing that she was close given how worked out they had gotten her before and by the way her sounds grew more frantic, Mingi gripped at her sides to hold her down as he bucked his cock deep enough to have her crying out.

"That's it babygirl. Let yourself go. Cum all over me." He grunted at her, feeling himself reach his own brink from the frenetic pace he set for themselves.

With aching thighs, Y/N violently shook on top of him, vision darkening as her mind only payed attention to the sensation of her walls clamping around her lover's cock. Feeling overly constricted to the point of hurting in a most delicious grip, Mingi quickly pulled himself out of her core before any of his cum could start spilling inside her. With the help of his hand, he finished himself off by spurting drops of cum onto her thighs and stomach, some of them dripping off to land on the sheets underneath them.

"Oh my God." Mingi threw his head back onto the pillow behind him as he tried to steady his racing heart.

Finally seeing his cue to come in, Yunho fitted himself on the large king sized bed and carefully pulled Y/N off Mingi's lap to sat her on top of his own. Whereas Mingi preferred having her face him, Yunho opted to keep her facing away, pressing his chest onto her back. His voice gently shushed her whimpers as he sunk her down onto his overly endowed length. Fitting himself in her always took a little longer due to his size.

"You're doing so well baby." He cooed in her ear as he waited for her to adjust to him. Mingi was definitely right in exclaiming how tight she was, he himself was gritting his teeth at how hard her walls were squeezing at his shaft.

Knowing she was overly sensitive, clit swollen and folds puffed up, Yunho decided to go for a more slow and sensual pace. His hands gently rolled her hips to move on top of him, soft and blissful sighs being breathed out of their mouths. He made sure not to overwhelm her, and he himself wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. When he heard her agitated moan, he let her relax on top of him as his hips took over. He was careful not to snap his hips too aggressively, still being gentle and precise with each thrust he shot up at her. With one hand sliding in between her legs, his fingers brushed against her pinkied clit before carefully circling around it.

"You're so beautiful my dear. Absolutely perfect." He murmured against her neck whilst his lips pressed tiny kisses on her warm skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt his pace slightly speed up, causing her body to jolt forward, which was stopped from falling when Yunho's arms held her in a tight embrace to keep her close to him. She knew she was definitely waking up sore the next morning, her thighs were already burning from cumming so much and from being bounced on top of two monster cocks that belonged to her tall boyfriends. Her 4th orgasm of the night slowly and silently crept up on her, rendering her almost numb to everything except the dull sting of her juices pouring out once more onto Yunho's cock. Even after she felt him pull out and coat her backside with his hot seed, she was still in hazy state, worn out after all the attention the two men bestowed upon them. The last thing she saw before passing out on the bed was Yunho's voice purring in her ear:

"Remember Mingi and I love you just the way you are..."

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You’re a Mystery to Me

Chapter One | Part Four

CW: language, very minor discussion of crime (including breaking & entering), a few dirty thoughts on Lorcan’s part as to be expected

Masterlist//Moodboard//2966 words

It was loud in the living room as Aelin chatted with the staff, everyone talking at once, at least two different conversations going around. They seemed to have mutually agreed to set aside their differing opinions concerning the ghost of great-great-whatever Brannon. Rowan wasn’t much included in the conversation, but he preferred it that way. He was content to sit and listen.

Creaks sounded outside in the hall, and Emrys shot his husband an I told you so look, but soon enough Orlon shuffled in the room, dressed in a long grey robe and slippers. Certainly not a ghost.

“Morning, everybody.”

Aelin stood and pressed a kiss to his cheek, then helped him to his rocking chair. Rowan thought about how relieved she must be, knowing that even if he was wrong about the ghosts, he wasn’t losing control of his mental capacities; not if everyone acknowledged the strange occurrences. It was pure superstition at this point, not dementia.

“When’s Darrow coming home?” Malakai asked, and Rowan noticed Aelin frowning and picking at a hole in her sweatpants.

Orlon smiled. “Tomorrow morning.”

“Who’s Darrow?” Rowan asked.

Orlon looked over. “He’s my partner. He’s on a business trip in Bellhaven right now. You’ll like him.”

Rowan smiled back at him, but he couldn’t stop glancing at Aelin, who was still scowling.

She stood up. “I’m going to go now. See you later.” She flashed a smile at her uncle, but Rowan could clearly see that it was faked, and Orlon could too, judging by the sigh he let out.

Rowan got up as well and followed her out, waving at the four people left as he walked out.

He caught up to Aelin. “What’s your problem with Darrow?”

“Why is that any of your business?” she hissed.

“Because I’m bored and as the hostess, it’s your job to entertain me.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “There isn’t really a particular reason. He’s just an all-around asshole.”

“Elaborate,” Rowan commanded as he sped up, trying to keep pace with Aelin, who was taking long strides down the hallway.

She sent him a look that meant trouble. “Watch yourself, Whitethorn.”

“Come on, don’t leave me hanging. This is the closest thing to gossip I’m going to come across on this vacation.”

Aelin laughed melodically, throwing her head back freely. She looked… beautiful. “He hasn’t done anything specifically. He just rubs me the wrong way. Too stiff and grumpy. Not so unlike yourself, actually.”

Rowan frowned, and she grinned.

“I should change,” Aelin said. Rowan glanced around them to find they were back in the hallway with their bedrooms. “You can wait if you want, and I’ll try to entertain you some more when I come out.”

Rowan leaned against the wall and nodded his head slightly in agreement.

Aelin stepped in her room, then looked back at him. “And Rowan, don’t worry. There will be plenty of gossip on this trip. You’re with me.”

With that she took the last step and closed the door behind her, leaving Rowan smiling in the hall.

—

“Austenitic stainless steel,” Elide muttered. “Just as I thought.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Lorcan asked.

Elide frowned, her shyness entirely overshadowed by her desire to solve this. She could never leave something alone without figuring it out. That’s why she was going into engineering as a career.

“Why are you here, Lorcan? You clearly have no idea what I’m doing.”

He didn’t look perturbed, just endlessly amused. “For one thing, there’s nothing better to do. And for another thing, you don’t know I won’t catch on if you actually tell me what you’re thinking. I might surprise you.”

Elide pursed her lips. “Each noise is associated with a certain room or area. Obviously whoever is making the sounds is using the space around them. Uncle O described a metallic sound when he was in the kitchens. The entire room is filled with stainless steel. Someone taps something, and there you go. That part’s just common sense, not real detective work. But I need to establish opportunity before I can move forward.”

Lorcan nodded. “Okay, that makes sense. What next?”

“I need to check”—Elide consulted with her notepad—“how securely the paintings are placed on the walls, as well as the shutters on the outside of the house. Also whether there are creaks in the upstairs rooms. There are, but I still need to verify for scientific purposes. It sounds like everything happening during meals is other stuff being dropped, aside from the shutters, and I can’t exactly do anything about that, so there’s nothing to be done there. I do want to check how drafty it is in the areas where stuff has been falling over. And the stairs.”

“What about the stairs?”

Elide frowned. “I don’t know. Most of the staircases—all of them, actually—don’t exactly have anywhere someone can hide to the side and mess around with whoever’s walking up or down them, and yet Uncle O describes tapping noises. I should have asked if the sounds there were right next to the person or above or below. There was a lot more I should have asked them, actually. But there will be time for questions later. Right now we’re just observing.”

Lorcan listened attentively, then said, “You seem pretty convinced that someone is doing this. That it isn’t just the wind, or their paranoia.”

“I can’t discount the possibility entirely,” Elide replied, “But it seems rather unlikely. Things are moving, and breaking, and all sorts of things are happening. As for whether the culprit is one of those four screwing around with the others or an outside force, it’s far too early to tell. And if it is an outsider, I wouldn’t be able to say whether that person—or people—are just playing a prank, or if they have malicious intent. Now isn’t the time for conclusions, merely inspection.”

Lorcan nodded, seeming to take Elide’s spew of words rather well. She was surprised.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

An hour later, everything on Elide’s list had been meticulously crossed off. She and Lorcan had even stopped back in the living room to ask some more questions at one point, receiving some clarifications. Aelin and Rowan hadn’t been in the room, but Elide was too consumed with her work to bother asking when and where they had gone.

Now they were sitting in one of the staircases, Elide daintily seated on one step with her feet on the one below, Lorcan a couple steps down sitting lengthwise across it, and leaning against the wall. The curve of the staircase left them with plenty of privacy.

Lorcan had actually picked up on everything Elide did pretty quickly, and oftentimes without instruction. And he had known they would be returning to the staircase without Elide saying anything. He was smarter than he let on.

But Elide was too busy thinking to care much.

“I just don’t understand,” she said.

“I know.” Lorcan’s voice as confused as hers was.

Elide took a breath. “So let’s lay out the details. We tested every single staircase in the house. This one was the only one that sounded abnormal, the only one that sounded much more hollow than the small space for insulation should allow.”

“And when we talked to Orlon again,” Lorcan continued, “this was the one staircase he said it happened in. Which can’t be a coincidence.”

Elide nodded. “But because of all four of their accounts describe tapping noises directly next to whoever is using the stairs, that only leads to one conclusion. And it can’t be.”

Lorcan frowned. “It has to be.”

“But how can someone be back there?” Elide hissed. “Creeping in some unknown space in the walls? This isn’t some fucking mystery novel. And I can only pray one of the four of them is doing it, because think of what it means if it isn’t!”

“Not only is someone breaking in and messing with everybody, but they’re sneaking around through some sort of secret passage.”

“Yeah,” Elide said, exhaling. “I don’t want to talk here anymore.” She stood, then hurried up the stairs.

“Where are we going now, then?” Lorcan asked, following her.

“I don’t know. Away from there, anyway. Actually,” Elide said, stopping so suddenly that Lorcan barely avoided running into her, “Uncle O’s study. I think he has a floor plan of the house in there.”

“Good idea.”

—

Aelin laughed so hard she almost fell over. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“I’m not, I swear,” Rowan said.

Aelin grinned. “Gods, you’re just trouble, aren’t you?”

Rowan laughed. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

“What do you think Elide and Lorcan are doing?” Aelin asked.

“Something useful, probably. Even Lorcan has more motivation than we do.”

Aelin snorted. “That’s not what I meant. Do you think they’re… bonding?” She waggled her eyebrows.

Rowan choked on a laugh. “Neither of them have enough courage to be bonding. They’re likely just avoiding eye contact and being awkward.”

“Aww, the poor lovebirds,” Aelin cooed. “What can we do?”

“Do?”

“You know, set them up!”

“Set them up? Why is this our business?”

“Because,” Aelin drawled, “You wanted gossip, I’m providing. Being a good hostess and all.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Are you sure they even want to be set up?”

“Well they would never admit it, I’m sure, but of course they do! I’m not saying they’re in love or anything, but they totally want to fuck. That’s enough for me.”

Rowan just shook his head and looked across the rooftop, his lips tugging upward. Aelin had brought him to the roof via a long staircase and a few twists and turns. They were lounging dangerously on a slightly less sloped portion of tiles, Aelin’s feet dangling over the edge.

“How do you plan on setting them up?” Rowan asked.

“We,” Aelin corrected, “are going to figure something out. I don’t yet know.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Let me know when you’ve decided.”

“Will do.” Aelin gazed out along the expanse of land, all owned by Uncle O. A large rectangle of perfectly mowed grass bordered the back of the house, with hedges and flowers methodically bordering the space. Behind it was a woodland, wildlife abundant and trees growing freely. The woods were all owned by the family as well, but Uncle O requested they were to be left alone, so Malakai focused his attentions on the yard, and the bushes in the front.

“What do you think is going on?” Rowan asked after a moment. “With the haunting shit.”

Aelin hummed in thought. “Elide’s definitely better equipped than I am to answer that. But maybe Luca got bored and wanted to have some fun.”

“You think he’d do that?”

Aelin glanced over at him. “I mean, if he is it’s not really that serious. Just a prank.”

Rowan frowned. “One of his fathers twisted his ankle. I wouldn’t call that just a prank.”

“That wasn’t on purpose,” Aelin said, squinting at Rowan. “Even if it wasn’t Luca, that doesn’t seem like it was meant to happen.”

“I’m just saying, you should be careful around him.”

Aelin snorted, then frowned as she realized the seriousness of his statement. “I should be careful around the fifteen-year-old kid I’ve known since the day he was born? The same kid who blushes at everyone female he comes across and buys me chocolate chip pumpkin muffins out of the goodness of his heart?”

Rowan winced, likely figuring out he’d said the wrong thing. A bit too late for regret.

“I’ll be inside. It’s dinnertime soon,” Aelin said, standing and stalking back across the roof.

She didn’t miss Rowan’s sigh as she made her way back to the door.

She did, however, miss the eyes watching her. Eyes that did not belong to Rowan.

—

Lorcan tried to contain his shock. “That is… a rather large amount of space between walls.”

Elide nodded slowly. “I can’t imagine any other reason it would be there.”

“So now we’re officially praying someone here is pranking the others,” Lorcan summed up.

Elide nodded again, deep in thought as she studied the floor plan. They had crept into Orlon’s study and were looking at the many different floors of the mansion. The space between the walls on one side of the staircase they’d investigated, as well as along several different hallways, was much larger than the rest of the house. Something was between the walls, some sort of hidden corridor.

“Where do you think the entrance is?”

Elide hummed noncommittally. “I would say there are more than one. Someone is able to enter, either from somewhere close to their room or from the outside, and reappear around the areas of incident, of which there are many. But it’s difficult to tell where the entrance or entrances are from here.”

Lorcan looked closer and trailed his finger along the map. “This space runs along here and to the set of stairs. If there’s an outside entrance it would likely be on the first floor. We might be able to find it if we see where the path goes.”

Elide thumbed through the other pages. “Um, where’s the one for the first floor?”

Lorcan frowned. “It’s there somewhere.”

“Have we checked it yet?”

“No, but…” Lorcan shrugged.

“So we don’t actually know it’s here.” Elide’s voice turned a little upset.

“Don’t worry, it just slipped out or something,” Lorcan said in his best soothing tone (which wasn’t that great). “Check the floor.”

“It’s not on the floor,” Elide hissed.

Lorcan winced. He checked under the desk and around the carpet. Sure enough, it wasn’t there. He grabbed the stack of floors and sifted through them. “Gods-dammit,” he muttered.

“I told you,” Elide said, clearly panicking. “What does this mean? Did somebody know we would come looking and take that one?”

“Or maybe Orlon just moved it or lost it. Ask him about it.”

Elide winced. “We’re not supposed to be in here.”

Lorcan grinned. “I didn’t know you were such a rule-breaker, Lochan.”

She blushed, scowling. “I’d hardly call sneaking into my uncle’s study extreme. Besides, I find it unlikely that he would have done that. He probably wouldn’t be able to help us.”

“So,” Lorcan said, leaning against the desk. “Let’s work under the assumption that whoever is doing the haunting bullshit took the plan for the first floor. What does that tell us?”

“That that’s where the entrance is,” Elide said immediately, blinking.

“Exactly,” Lorcan said. “Not confirmed, but we might as well check around, right?”

Elide scribbled something in her notepad. “Yes. Tomorrow though. I think Uncle O will call us for dinner soon. I don’t want him getting suspicious.”

Hesitantly—wanting to be done with this and get a chance to relax—Lorcan murmured his agreement. Then he said, “What are we telling Rowan and Aelin about this?”

“I don’t want them freaking out. And of course they’re not suspects, having been here only a day and a half, but I still want as few people as possible to know.”

Lorcan nodded. “Smart.”

“Let’s just go before he comes back,” Elide said. “There’s nothing else we can do here.”

“Alright.”

Elide started toward the door, then paused as Lorcan said, “Is this where the kingsflame was?”

She turned back around, eyeing the glass case he was looking at. “Yeah. Aelin and I never believed in the legend stuff, but we always thought it was pretty. Red and golden, not like any flower I’d ever seen before. It came back unidentified on every plant app I used, but Uncle O wouldn’t let me take it to a lab.”

Her voice held such sincere sadness that Lorcan couldn’t hold back a smirk. “Gee, that must have been awful for you.”

Elide scowled at him. “Let’s go.” She reached for the handle, promptly dropping it and stepping back as if she’d been burned.

“What’s—”

“Hush,” Elide whispered, looking around frantically. She settled on the desk and then grabbed Lorcan by the arm and tugged him around to the other side.

She crouched, still holding onto Lorcan, and he didn’t need to be smart to know Elide had heard someone coming. He got down on the floor and scooted under the desk next to her.

A moment of silence passed, with Elide’s elbow in Lorcan’s gut and his knee somehow on her lap. It was a tight squeeze. Lorcan smirked at the expression on her face.

And then the door opened. Someone shuffled inside, murmuring something under their breath, “Where are they, where are they?”

Elide tensed against Lorcan’s side.

She relaxed as, in a much clearer, louder voice, the person said, “There they are. Been looking for my glasses all day.” It was Orlon.

Lorcan heard him slowly leave the room, and he exhaled, relieved Orlon hadn’t come around to this side of the desk. As soon as the door closed, Lorcan scooted out and stood, holding out a hand to help Elide up.

She stared at his hand, eyes comically wide, for a few seconds, then grabbed it. Lorcan gently pulled Elide to her feet, her soft hands so tiny in his. Lorcan ignored the feeling that observation gave him. After all, Elide was cute and fuckable. And she had tiny hands. There wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“Let’s go before someone starts wondering where we are,” Lorcan said.

Elide released his hand immediately and turned. “Yeah,” she breathed as she reached for the doorknob again, this time opening it slightly and peering out before opening the door all the way. She didn’t look back as she started down the hallway.

Lorcan didn’t even have enough self-control not to stare at her ass as he followed her to dinner.

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