When other members catch you having sex in the shower
Anonymous asked : BTS reaction when he’s having privet sexy time ;) in the shower with Y\N and member walking in them ?? (make it long please)
Namjoon went to shower a few minutes ago when you decided to join him. With a soft smile, you quietly go through the corridor and open the bathroom’s door. Once the door is closed behind you, your eyes lands on Namjoon rinsing his hair. You smile at the sight of his long silhouette through the mist. You silently remove your clothes and open the shower’s door to slide inside. Namjoon slightly jumps as he turns around and opens his eyes wide as he sees you in front of him, smiling. « What are you doing? » You don’t answer, your smirk is enough to make him understand that you didn’t sneak in to share an innocent shower. You slip your hands against his wet chest, watching him pass a hand through his hair to clear his face. Namjoon smirks the moment you press your body against his, still caressing his chest and shoulders. You get on your tiptoes and kiss his neck, your lips running through his skin making him shiver at every touch. His arms curl around your waist, pressing you tighter against him. His hands goes down your ass as soon as you start sucking his skin to leave your mark. A slight stifled growl is heard in his throat and you feel something hardening against you. You smile, giving a last kiss to his neck before you look at Namjoon. His gaze is burning like fire, his dilated pupils making him look like his eyes are just two black holes. He takes your face with just one hand, firmly holding your jaw, his thumb rolling on your lower lip, giving you a dominant look that literally makes you wet. You moan, struggling with this painful tension between your bodies, and you cling to his shoulders. Namjoon lower his hand to grab your neck and puts his lips on yours in a chaste kiss. He wants to play with you but you are unable to hold yourself any longer. His eyes are too vicious for you to play along. You need him now and right away. You whine in a sigh against his mouth : « Touch me … » Namjoon looks at you for a few seconds with an intensity that almost makes your legs flinch. He starts to smile and pulls you against the shower’s wall, your skin slamming against the cold surface. You put your hands on the wall, a naughty smile on your mouth. Namjoon spanks you hard without a warning. You let out a little chuckle, quickly joined by Namjoon’s who hisses between his teeth as his big hand passes between your butt cheeks to grab your throbbing pussy. His boldness and dominance drives you crazy. You suggestively arch your back, your fingers clenching on themselves. Namjoon comes to spread your hair on the side to suck your neck, pulling your skin between his teeth to make you moan. You bite your lips with impatience when you hear a curse. You turn violently, realizing that this voice is not Namjoon’s voice. This is Yoongi’s voice. Namjoon startles and stands in front of you to hide your naked body, even if Yoongi is almost out, muttering « sorry ». Once you’re alone, you rest your head on the shower’s wall and groans with shame. Yoongi will never forget this moment of supreme embarrassment. How are you going to look at him in the eyes ? It’s so embarrassing that you just want to disappear… You frown when you don’t hear any reactions coming from your boyfriend. You’re about to turn around when you feel Namjoon’s hand around your throat, your back arched as he slides two fingers deep inside you.
It was an innocent idea. You just wanted to take an innocent little shower with your sweet boyfriend. You innocently wanted to wash his hair and play in the water with him. But when Tae saw the shower gel running between your breasts, Taehyung didn’t want to be innocent no more. He’s now against you, smirking, his hands wandering on your ass. You smile, knowing very well what he has in mind. Tae gently pushes you against the shower’s wall and begins to kiss your neck. Slowly, very slowly, his tongue rolls against your skin and his teeth sinks into your flesh. You groan softly, your fingers clenching on his waist. He sucks your sensitive skin, awakening the heat in your core. His other hand grabs one of your breast to squeeze it deliciously. His hands are magical and he intends to show it to you once again. His mouth leaves your neck to lick your earlobe. You’re shivering so much your legs can’t hold you anymore. Tae chuckles and passes his arm around your waist to hold you tight. You laugh softly, your forehead against his, and close your eyes when you feel his hand running through your body to end between your thighs. You sigh, your breathing mixed with Tae’s. His burning eyes observes each of your reactions as his fingers caresses you slowly, painfully slowly. They go everywhere, touching you where nobody touched you before. Taehyung slowly opens his mouth in a smirk as he rolls the tip of his fingers on your clit. He snorts as he watches your eyes roll behind your skull. Biting his tongue, he slightly increases the pressure while accelerating his movements. You firmly cling to his shoulder, your other hand shaking on his chest. You can tell how wet you are just by the way his fingers slips so easily. You’re soaking wet. You sigh and raise your trembling hand to slip it in his wet hair while you put your mouth on his neck, sucking his sensitive skin just the way he likes. Taehyung lets a slight grunt out, tightening his embrace around your waist. He begins to slide his two fingers towards your entrance, taking your breath away. Suddenly, the door opens, making you both gasp. You violently turn your head towards it and jump even more when you see Jimin’s face. Jimin startles and screams as he immediately hides his eyes behind his hands, bursting with laughter. Tae doesn’t move, his hand still between your thighs, his arm holding you firmly against him, his eyes riveted on Jimin who can’t stop laughing, embarrassed as fuck while he slams the door behind him on his way out. Through the door, he starts shouting (without ceasing to laugh, tho) « I’M SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALONE ! I DIDN’T SEE YOU, OKAY ? SORRY TAE ! SORRY Y/N ! ». This idiot simply just informed the entire dorm that you & Tae were doing dirty things in the shower. You sigh of exasperation and Taehyung finally turns his eyes towards you, smiling stupidly. Seeing his dumb face, you start laughing. He doesn’t take long to follow you, embarrassed but finding it too funny not to laugh.
When Jin tells you he’s going to take a shower, all the attention you have to your book fades away to focus on the charming prospect of joining your boyfriend in the shower. Your smile must be fairly explicit as Jin grins. « I don’t know what you’re thinking about but forget it. All the boys are in the dorm and you’re always too loud. » You’re dying to reply that it’s HIM that’s always too loud but you hold it back. You want him too much to spoil everything. You get closer while he takes some clean clothes and hug him from behind, your arms around his waist. Jin smiles but sighs, his head slightly swung back. « Jagi, it’s useless… There’s no way you’ll come with me, okay? » Ten minutes later, you press your hands against the shower wall, holding a long moan as Jin increases the rhythm of his thrusts. His fingers are deeply embedded in your hips, promising you more bruises than before. He slightly slows down to kiss your shoulder and neck, his jerky breath against your wet skin making you shiver. When Jin moves away to thrust deeper and rougher, you arch your back more, feeling the delicious sensation of your breasts moving and shaking with each of his thrusts. Jin holds back his moans which turn into light grunts. The pressure becomes higher in your lower stomach. You have more and more trouble to breath. When you open your mouth to tell Jin you’re gonna cum, you hear his whisper « I… I’m close, babe… » You bite your lips and grab his hand on your hip, showing him that you’re also close to your high. Jin is about to speed up when Namjoon’s voice is heard behind the door. « Jin Hyung ? I need to take my… » The door opens, Namjoon looks at you and jumps violently as Jin begin to scream. You also scream, frightened by Jin’ scream, and Namjoon gets even more scared. He bumps into the cabinet hanging on the wall and drops all its content. Everything is smashed on the ground in an impressive crash while Namjoon desperately tries to catch them before they fall. In vain, of course. It’s even worse when he breaks the cabinet’s door. You & Jin look at him with your eyes wide open, as if hiding yourselves had become less important than the eternal distress of the God of destruction. You even feel sorry for Joonie. Apparently, Jin doesn’t share your compassion and starts shouting : « YAH ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ! » Namjoon covers his eyes with his hand and rushes his way out, constantly repeating « I’m so sorry. » Once out, you hear him saying that he’s sorry again but this brief moment of despair is spoiled by Jungkook’s silly laugh who just understood what happened and doesn’t hesitate to make fun of his Hyung.
You enter the bathroom to brush your teeth before going to sleep. Hoseok is showering but he doesn’t mind if you’re here. Your eyes stops on Hobi’s reflexion in the mirror. Through the fog, you only see his back and his cute ass, but it’s enough to wake the butterflies in your lower stomach. As you wipe your mouth with the towel, Hoseok turns around to get the water on his chest again. He doesn’t look at you, focusing on what he’s doing. You turn around too, biting your lips as the view gets even better. His glowing honey skin, his toned chest and arms, his beautiful hands with his long fingers, his strong thighs, his tasty tummy… And his fucking amazing cock, just right in front of your eyes. God damn, you’re horny as fuck. You bite your lips even more and take off your top. It’s only when you get rid of you your shorts that Hoseok finally looks at you. You smirk at his questioning look and continue to strip. « What are you doing ? » You throw your panties away and open the shower cabin. Hoseok finally smiles, his eyes going down on your body like it was the first time he saw you. He pulls you against him and strokes your neck, the water running down your body, just between your boobs. Hoseok looks at them with his lower lip between his teeth. Hoseok presses you against him and kisses you slowly, increasing the tension between your bodies. His hands goes up to your breasts, his thumbs rubbing your nipples to make you sigh against his mouth. You feel his hardness growing against your thigh and you smirk, feeling the tingles in your lower stomach. Hoseok is now caressing your boobs with his strong hands, making you rub your thighs one against the other. You break the kiss and, your mouth still against his mouth, you turn off the water. You bite his lower lip and slowly kneel in front of him. His hand never leaves your hair, a playful smile on his lips. Hoseok is more than ready for your mouth. You lick your lips at the view of his erected member dressed in front of your eyes. You put your hands on his waist and get closer to kiss the skin just below his belly button. Hoseok strokes your hair, a shiver running down his spine. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door. Taehyung, his tired eyes almost closed, mumbles « I’m borrowing your tooth path, Hyung… » and gets in front of the mirror, ready to brush his teeth. You slowly straighten up, not knowing if you can even breath. Hoseok puts his arms around you and presses you against him, trying to hide your body, but mostly trying not to attract Tae’s attention. Obviously, you’re both suspicious as fuck. When Taehyung realizes he’s not hearing any water flowing, he looks at the shower cabin and opens his mouth, his eyes wide opens in shock. Nobody says a word, nobody makes a sound. Taehyung spits in the sink, his eyes still on you, then walks towards the door to get out of the bathroom. You don’t know how long you stay silent but Hoseok finally whispers « What the fuck just happened ? » You look at him, still a bit shocked by the fact that Tae just saw you naked. With Hoseok. In the fucking shower.
When you see Yoongi’s amused smile when you ask him if you can join him in the shower, you have a hard time hiding your mischievous smile. As you quickly undress in the bathroom, Yoongi gives you a serious look. « We don’t have time to do stupid things & the kids are all here. So let’s keep it quick, fluffy and cute, okay ? » You don’t say anything and just nod innocently, unable to promise anything. He comes in first and you follow him closely, closing the cabin’s door behind you. Yoongi takes the shower head and runs the warm water, starting to wet your shoulders as soon as it’s hot enough. You get closer to him, asking for a kiss that he offers you very willingly, his cute little smile making you melt. While he runs the water on him, you take the shower gel and the bath flower and start to lather everything. Yoongi turns around so you can wash his back. You giggle when you hear his little satisfied grunts and his little moves to show you where he wants you to go. Yoongi puts the shower head on his support and shivers when he feels the hot water slipping down his back. As you pass your hands over his shoulders and his arms, you lose yourself in the contemplation of his broad shoulders. You bite your lip, raising your eyes to look at his delicious neck. You press your body to his, your arms passing around his waist to hug him tight. You kiss his shoulder, licking the water’s drops that pearl on his skin. Yoongi sighs lightly, not realizing yet that you don’t intend to keep it cute. You stroke his chest, the moss flowing between your fingers, his wet skin slipping like silk. When you lower your hand and get closer to his cock, Yoongi startles and opens his mouth to protest. His words remain stuck in his throat when you begin to caress him gently. He’s not ready yet but you know how to get him horny in a few seconds. You lick his neck, moaning against his ear. Yoongi’s fingers clenches on your wrists, wanting to stop you and yet unable to do anything whenever your hands strokes him that way. It doesn’t take much time before his member gets fully erected, making you smirk against his shoulder. You bite him a bit harder than usual when you increase the pressure and begin to jerk him off, earning a long hiss from your boyfriend. « Stop… » You raise an eyebrow, slowing down the rhythm of your movements without releasing the pressure of your fingers around him. You whisper « What ? » against his ear before sliding your tongue along his neck and then his shoulder to finally kiss him just between his shoulder blades. You slide your hand to the tip of his member, spreading the precum so slowly that Yoongi groans. Your other hand grabs his balls while you ask again, a smirk on your lips : « What did you say, babe ? » Yoongi grips your wrist and lower his hand to mingle with your fingers. He whines « Faster » and you don’t waste time teasing him. You jerk him off fast and intensely, tearing soft moans from his pretty mouth. That’s when you hear the door open. You turn around, bodies still pressed to each other, seeing Jungkook who doesn’t stay more than three seconds in the bathroom, jumping as soon as he sees you. He closes the door behind him and shouts « Sorry, Suga Hyung ! » He stays in front of the door, his famous Jungshook face on. You’re so stunned that you don’t feel that Yoongi is turning around. You gasp when he make you arch your back with one hand while his leg pulls away yours. You cling to the wall, feeling his hands firmly grasping your hips. Yoongi thrusts softly but deeply, not seeming to be affected by Jungkook’s surprise visit.
You enter the bathroom, quickly pulls out your clothes and enters the shower, in need to feel the warm water running on your skin. You run the water and start to wash yourself, closing your eyes when you smell the the sweet peachy fragrance of your shower gel. Suddenly, you hear a light noise, like a fabric when it falls to the ground, and quickly turn back. Your scream is stifled by Jimin’s hand. He sticks to you, completely naked and hard as wood. He smiles mischievously, waiting for your heart to calm down a bit. Once he’s sure you’re not going to make a noise, he pulls out his hand and bites his lip, putting his hands in the bottom of your back, pressing you even more against him. The water falls between you two, just where your breasts rub against his chest. Jimin makes you step back a bit and kisses you sensually, a playful smile on his mouth. You love it when he’s in this mood but this time you can be caught at any time… Jimin knows it, but you low-key think he loves it. With a small smile, he leans down to grab your nipple between his teeth, snatching a sigh from you. You cling to his shoulders, your head leaning back, feeling your arousal warming your lower abdomen. Jimin kneels down and looks up at you as he kisses your belly. You hold back a moan, pressing your thighs against each other. He has vice in his eyes and he knows very well that it drives you crazy. You put your hand through his wet hair, watching him spread your thighs to have full access to your dripping core. Jimin grips your butt, almost a little too hard, but he knows that you like it. You grin while biting your lip, encouraging him to continue. Without leaving your eyes, Jimin shamelessly sticks out his tongue and passes it very slowly against your slit. His fucking smirk… You sigh and clench your fingers in his hair, already in need for him to eat you feverishly. But you know Jimin likes to make you dripping wet before he starts to do anything to you. For the first time, you are mistaken. Big time. Without warning, he spreads your folds with his skilled tongue stroke and grab your clit with his plumped lips. You let go a very salty curse, arching your back under the effect of this sudden pleasure. Jimin places your leg on his shoulder, giving him a royal access to your burning pussy. His face disappears between your thighs to devour you like crazy, moaning as if you were the best dessert in the world. You have to press your hand against your mouth, tears rising to your eyes. What he does to you is not human. His tongue keeps constant pressure, causing waves of thrilling throughout your body, almost becoming vibrations that take your breath away. You moan louder, unable to hold you back, and then sees Jin enter the bathroom. You shout, much more louder, which makes Jin screams. He sees you two in the shower and starts screaming louder before slamming the door as he gets out. Jimin hides his face against your thigh, feeling more ashamed than ever. He begins to whine « Oh my God… Jin-Hyung saw us… » You stroke his hair, still in shock, but mostly frustrated. Jimin looks up at you as if he had read your thoughts and gently asks, his mischievous smile rising on his lips « Are you frustrated, Jagi ?» You don’t answer, knowing well that he knows the answer. In the end, it amuses him and makes him forget his shame to have been caught by his Hyung. He giggles and rolls his tongue against your clit, ready to make you cum in his mouth.
Even when the water begins to flow on your skin, you have a hard time emerging from sleep. Your eyes close on their own and you can’t concentrate very well on what you’re doing. You wet your face which wakes you a little more. You even start to softly sing as you wash yourself. As you rinse, you hear your boyfriend’ sleepy voice : « Y/N ? ». You call him quietly and smile when you see him close the door behind him. He remains motionless to look at you thought his mid-close eyes, arms along his body, his cute messy hair making you melt. You know he hates to wake up with you not being next to him, but you have a very important meeting and you didn’t want to wake up this little cutie. You don’t have time to tell him that you’re almost done, Jungkook begins to undress. You laugh as you watch him joins you, his eyes barely more open than before. You open your arms to pass them around his neck and smile when Jungkook sticks to you, his arms around your waist. He lets out a cute moan when the warm water flows against his back. You lay a series of kisses on his neck and shoulder, gathering satisfied grunts from him. You fingers wanders on his muscular body, enjoying the warmness of his skin. You feel his morning wood against your bare skin and smirk, getting kinda turned on. It’s crazy how this boy can get you horny, even when he hasn’t even fully woke up. Slowly, one of your hands goes down to grab his cock while you whisper in his ear : « Hello, baby boy… ». Jungkook chuckles so softly it’s like a breath and hisses when your fingers begin to slide on his length. Without you expecting it, Jungkook raises you up like a feather and thrusts into you so easily you gasp. You can’t hold a long moan against his ear, your legs wrapping around his waist. Jungkook rests his head on the crook of your neck, holding you firmly against him as he slowly fucks you. You don’t know where this morning strength comes from, but you couldn’t care less. You stroke his hair, moaning against his ear, just the way he likes it. Suddenly, you hear a strange noise, like someone choked, and you turn slowly. You barely have time to see Hoseok, with his hand on his heart and his messy hair, rushing out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. You grin and turn your gaze towards Jungkook who doesn’t seems to understand. « W-Whaaat…? » When you tell him that Hoseok has just caught you two fucking, he hides his head in your neck and whines : « Hyung will never forget it… Never… »
Characters: reader, Bucky, reader’s mother, Maria (mentioned)
Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.
A/N: I’m so excited about this series, you guys. I’ve been daydreaming about this story for months and every time I hear the song that inspired it I still get butterflies. I started this part 6 months ago and finished it, but I wasn’t ready to let it out into the world. But when @bionic-buckyb mentioned her 5k AU Writing Challenge and “mechanic” was one of the prompts, I knew it was meant to be. This story is close to my heart. I really hope you like it. Any feedback is appreciated. <3
Pack yourself a toothbrush dear Pack yourself a favorite blouse. Take a withdrawal slip Take all of your savings out.
Cause if we don’t leave this town, We might never make it out I was not born to drown. Baby, come on.
Those first few hours of freedom were absolute bliss! Flying down the highway with the windows down, music blasting as you sang at the top of your lungs. It was everything you had dreamed of. You did it. You were out. You had quit your job, cashed out your life savings, bought a cheap but reliable car, and hit the road without looking back.
All was going according to plan. That is, until 4 hours later your car started to smoke and sputter, compelling you to pull to the side of the road for fear of dying in a ball of fire. There wasn’t anything you could do at the moment, what with it being 2am at the time. Thankfully, it was the middle of summer so sleeping in your car wasn’t too uncomfortable, at least at night.
Requested?: Nope! It just came to my head one day and I ran with it.
Summary: You stop by a café to grab coffee on your way to work, said café also has a really cute barista.
Part One | Part Two
A/N: Well here we are. I had this idea for a real long time but it just never came together. Now I have gotten my shit together (thanks Ale and Kate) and I think I can start this series! Shoutout to Taryn for being a huge inspiration behind this series. Work Comes Home was the reason this idea even became an actual fic and not a passing thought. I really hope you guys like it!
This is a list of all the fics that I recommend. I will be continually adding to this list as I discover new ones that I enjoy reading. I hope you all find some entertainment in reading the fics I have suggested.
Prompt:Anxiety & Prince wake up with their clothing swapped, but they can’t change so have to film a video as eachother.
This is a fic for @daymeetsnight for the Sanders Sides fic exchange! I got it done just in time, and it turned out WAY longer than I expected (2935 words), and angstier than planned, but I really hope you like it.
“What the hell?! Give me back my hoodie!”
“How dare you disgrace my royal sash! Hand it
Both were more than happy to comply, but
couldn’t seem to get the other’s garments off. This left Virgil in Roman’s
royal attire, and Princey as an emo nightmare. They, of course, panicked.
“We are to film a video today, and Thomas will
be summoning us any minute!” The royal exclaimed in all his dramatics, “I am a
Prince! I cannot possibly allow my subjects to see me looking like I just
stepped out of Dead, Goth, &Beyond!”
“Yeah, ‘cause I totally want to look like
I just mugged Prince Charming,” Virgil rolled his eyes at the prince as he
crossed his arms. “So Sir Creativity, what do we do? I have an image to
“Roman!” Thomas’s voice
suddenly echoed through the mind palace.
“Gah!” Roman resisted the call as they started
panicking more. “Oh! Um… Oh! Quickly, switch places with me! We will simply act
like each other, and no one will know!”
Virgil opened his mouth to point out how stupid
he thought this idea was, but as Thomas called again, he groaned and switched
places with Roman before popping into Thomas’s living room.
‘He’s lucky I read the scripts to death,’ Virgil
thought as he struck Roman’s signature entering pose.
“Hello, common folk! Did you miss me?” The
commonly dark trait grinned with a flourish.
“Roman, what took so long?” Thomas whispered.
“My apologies. You see, I was caught up in an
epic battle with the Dragon Witch and lost track of time.” Virgil thought up as
he pretended to fight some unseen beast.
This seemed to be Princey enough for the others
as Logan rolled his eyes, Thomas nodded, and Patton grinned.
“Aw! Way to go Kiddo!” The Dad beamed.
Virgil felt absolutely ridiculous performing the
action, but as everyone accepted the lie and continued on with the video, his
smile became a little more genuine.
Being part of Thomas, he enjoyed acting just
like the others, but if any of them truly knew him, they’d know his passion
could rival the very royal he was playing. That’s why he always made Thomas so
nervous before a performance. He, more than anyone, understood how much they
were all truly capable of, and–while he sometimes insisted with things that
there was no point in trying–acting was not one of these things, and he wanted
Thomas to truly give nothing but his absolute all, even if it was just an
audition. If his presence didn’t cause Thomas anxiety, he’d probably be right
there on stage with him and Princey.
Acting also allowed the dark trait to be someone
else. He didn’t have to be ‘the embodiment of a dark and stormy night’ as Roman
once phrased it. He could be free. So as they continued the video, that’s
exactly what he was. Free. He played the part of roman with everything he had.
Arguing with Logan, encouraging Thomas, and not so subtly degrading Patton; he
didn’t enjoy the last part nearly as much but a role was a role, and for once
in his existence, the confidence he gave off was real.
Anxiety loved every second of playing the
dramatic, overly confident Prince as he threw out another vague reference with
a smirk. Every second that is, until the real Princey popped up to play him,
and shoot down ‘his’ idea.
Virgil gave Princey’s sassy retort without
missing a beat or the barely concealed look of impressed surprise the royal
gave him as he responded. He hid his blush, and continued on as though nothing
had happened, but as filming went on, Virgil began to notice Princey acting
Being the anxious trait, part of his job was to
analyze everything in an instant, and though Roman played him
flawlessly, Virgil still almost broke character to frown. As far as Virgil
could tell, none of the others had noticed, but the real Prince looked like he
was trying to hide the fact that he was in physical pain even as he rolled his
eyes as Anxiety.
‘What’s wrong with him?’ Virge wondered as they
continued to play each other so no one would know they were stuck in each other’s
He started to become actually worried, however,
when he noticed Roman’s bangs becoming slowly limper as they dampened with
sweat. This was when Anx knew this had to end soon, and used the influence he
apparently held as Prince to start trying to get the video to move along faster
with more one take shots.
It seemed to work, and in no time, Thomas
declared them done and they gave their final words before sinking out one by
one so Thomas could start editing, and everyone dispersed back to their
rooms once back in the mind palace.
Roman tried to use this to escape to his room as
well, but Virgil had sunk out before him so was waiting for him outside the
currently emo royal’s room.
“What’s wrong? You look more like death than I
usually do,” Virgil immediately questioned the prince.
Said prince tried to hide a wince at being found
out that, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Virgil, even as the royal smirked.
“Whatever are you talking about?”
“One of my roles as Thomas’s Anxiety is to
analyze everything to death to prevent Thomas from making mistakes.
Everything includes people so Thomas doesn’t make social blunders. The whole
video, you looked like you were in physical pain, and half-way through, you
started sweating like there was a great strain on you. What. Is. Wrong?” The
dark trait asked with punctuation to each word of the original question to show
Princey wasn’t avoiding it.
It was at this point Roman knew he lost. “Can we
go in my room for this? I don’t want to worry the other two if they hear,”
Roman sighed as he went in his room before the other could answer.
This confused Virgil, but he followed Roman into
the Broadway meets Disney tornado version of Thomas’s house with a shrug.
“Jeez, you really do have 101 Disney posters
don’t you? I was just kidding when I said that, but I can’t believe it was
true.” He gave a half-laugh as he sat on the couch.
“Disney is no joking matter!” Princey huffed,
back to his usual dramatics now that he was in the safety of his own room. He
appeared more at ease almost immediately.
“So what happened between the times we were in
the commons to the time you popped up?” Virgil asked bluntly, feeling the
‘entering someone else’s space’ formalities had been met sufficiently enough.
Roman sighed extra dramatically, “Anxi-my
apologies- Virgil, what do I represent?”
The question confused the darker trait, but he
responded none the less, “Thomas’s ego, romance, love of the theatre,
creativity, and his obsession with Disney?”
“What is another name for theatre?” Roman
“Drama,” Virgil answered without hesitation.
“Exactly! Virgil, I am Thomas’s theatrics. I am
the literal embodiment of drama!” he posed. “You on the other hand,” he pointed
to Anxiety, “are even less dramatic than Logan.”
“Yeah, but what does that have to do with you
being in pain?” Virgil asked, already having an idea, but wanting confirmation.
“Uuuuugh! Being a Drama King is part of my job!
It becomes physically painful to not be my fabulous self!” Roman sighed with a
hair flip as though it was the most tragic thing on Earth. “It’s not just an
attention thing you know? Though I deserve to have all eyes on moi.”
Virgil sat in silence for a moment, mulling over
what he just learned. “Why did you suggest we switch then if you knew it would
hurt so much?”
Roman raised an eyebrow, “Virgil, have I ever
once, in the entire time you have known me, not been dramatic?”
“You had no clue it would hurt.”
“None at all,” the royal confirmed with a wave
of his hand. “The closest I have come to feeling that was when I was
apologizing to you, but we were all panicking so I figured it was that.”
“I see,” Virgil nodded. He had been about to
call Roman a dolt for not knowing something so important but merely hid his own
wince, blaming himself slightly now.
“Yes, but like a true actor,” Prince boasted
proudly, “I worked through the pain to put on a stunning performance of our
very own Boy Glummer that fooled everyone.”
Virge just rolled his eyes, “Please, your eye
roll game was weak.”
Roman huffed, about to retort before he smirked
instead, “Yes, I can admit that I could use some practice playing a dark
prince. Maybe you could give me some pointers. You seemed to be enjoying
yourself out there playing me.”
Anx turned scarlet almost immediately, and
wished more than anything that he had his foundation back to hide it. “Shut
up,” he snapped, “I have no clue what you are talking about.”
“Oh really?” The prince continued to smirk,
enjoying the other’s reaction, “Because you could have fooled me you
Virgil tried hiding in the collar of the royal
shirt he was still wearing, wanting his hoodie, “I didn’t want them to find
Roman smiled lightly now, “Virgil, calling Logan ‘My Chemical Reaction’
wasn’t in the script. I’m actually extremely disappointed it hasn’t been
“Improv,” Virge mumbled, trying to sink into the couch now,
unable to handle the compliments.
The royal sighed dramatically again as he sat on the couch
with the darker, “Virgil, I’m not teasing you now. That was truly amazing. Why
did you not tell us you could act?”
“I am part of
Thomas, technically we can all act…”
“I highly doubt the glasses duo could act like that. You were completely unrecognizable
as Virgil. Why hide such talent?” Roman pushed, truly impressed.
Virgil sighed, “To avoid this,” gesturing between the two of
them. “To use theatre terms, your tragic flaw is you physically cannot not be dramatic. Mine is that I cannot
handle praise. The fact that your room seems to boost confidence is probably
the only reason I am not having a self-deprecating panic attack,” he admitted,
hiding in his knees and awaiting the backlash.
Roman frowned, “By jones, that’s horrible!” embracing the other
on an instinct to protect the vulnerable. “Patton compliments you all the time!
Why did you never say anything?”
“…It does feel how it’s supposed to at first…nice that is…,
but later, when I get back to my room, the room and my own brain start picking
it apart and putting me back in my place. That’s why I enjoyed the acting. I
was someone other than me.”
Princey’s heart broke hearing the revelation, and
subconsciously held him closer, “Oh Virgil…what about now? What happened just
now?” He asked this, but honestly he was afraid to hear an answer he was sure
he already knew.
Virgil looked up at Roman for a second with an expression
that confirmed his suspicions as he caught sight of the wetness in his eyes
before he looked down again.
“…🎵You think you do the
right thing, but incidentally You find the whole world prefer it differently~🎵”
Virgil sang quietly as Roman’s heart slowly sank more and
more, “🎵I never wanted to be the bad guy🎵” he finished for the other. “You
still don’t trust me.” Roman sighed, honestly hurt, but understanding why.
trying,” Virgil sighed, “but you spent so long insulting and making fun of me, it’s
difficult. That apology was the first honestly nice thing you said to me you
know? That’s why the panic set in so fast afterwards because the room was
trying to decide if it was a lie or not and it caused an Anxiety Dump. Even now
I’m still trying to accept it because my head keeps pointing out that it was
scripted. Since it hurt though, I guess now I know it was real.” Another sigh. “When Logan praises me, there’s no
anxiety because Lo finds lying an illogical waste of time and only gives his
honest opinion. Patton is nice to everyone, so there is some anxiety over
whether it’s true, but ultimately he is Morality
and lying is wrong. You on the other hand, what do you have to gain from lying
to someone like me? Every compliment you’ve ever given me has always been
backhanded. Even this conversation started with you trying to tease me! …So
yeah, I’m trying to start trusting you, but it’s hard.”
let all of this out with the confidence of the room acting as his backbone
before he returned to sitting silently. As the silence stretched, however,
Virgil tried looking up at the prince, but was cut short as Princey gathered
him uncomfortably close and hid his face the anxious side’s shoulder. The
darker immediately started squirming, of course, uncomfortable and startled. “Hey!
What’s the big i-” That’s when he felt it through the thinner fabric of the
prince’s shirt that he was wearing. Roman was crying.
so sorry Virgil. I honestly just assumed it was our normal banter. I never
thought to consider your side of thi- no, that is no excuse. I am a prince
after all. I should have considered the feelings of all of my subjects, and
that includes you Virgil. Especially after your video. Good God, I am horrible.
I have been making an effort to call you by your proper name since you decided
to trust us with it, but I still cannot do something as simple as be nice to
you. For the love of Disney, I reacted to our current situation with accusing
you of disgracing my sash when in truth, I am irritated that you look better in
it than I do! Now I learn what I assumed was harmless and playful banter would
have sent you into an attack. Virgil I am so truly sorry. You are amazing, and
an amazing actor on top of it. I can promise that with complete sincerity. That
performance was astounding, and you should be proud of yourself. Not even the
Sherlock and Watson impersonators could tell it wasn’t me, and to assure you I
am speaking from my heart with no dramatics, I can literally say that it would
indeed kill me to compliment you at this point, so please know that only about
half the stuff I have said since the ‘The Dark Side of Disney’ video, and
absolutely nothing since your video was ever meant to hurt you. I would clichély
ask if you could ever forgive me, but I would not blame you if you never could.
I am so sorry Virgil, but know that you are wonderful, and deserve so much
better than how you have been treated. You should never need to feel like you
need to be anyone but you.”
sat frozen in absolute shock as he tried to gather his thoughts. Slowly he
hugged Roman back and sighed, “Roman, self-deprecating remember? Anything you
said, I had already thought a hundred and one times before. I was never
actually upset with you. I was mad at
myself that you were right. Don’t apologize for nothing. I’ll probably always
think like this…, but thank you. I wasn’t trying to blame you at all. It just
came out that way. I just wanted you to know why it will be a while before I
don’t internally cringe at any praise from you…Can you please stop crying now?
I seriously am not worth crying over.” He mumbled awkwardly.
glared at him now, “Virgil Sanders, just stop it,” Roman warned with his inner
Patton coming out. “You are too worth it. You will always be worth it, and from
now on, it will be my life’s mission to make sure you know it! And if you ever
truly need to be someone else for a while to cope, you now have full access to
my costume room.” Roman, decided, producing a skeleton key for said closet that
he forced into Virgil’s grasp. “Just please know how much you are loved,” he
stared at Princey wide-eyed as he blushed. Roman quickly followed suit as he
realized what he just said, “By all of us, of course!” He clarified quickly,
face the color of his sash as he covered it with is hands.
gave the prince one of his rare genuine
smiles, and buried his face in Roman’s chest as he hugged him. “Thank you,
Roman. Thank you…After hearing that….I think it will be easier now.”
grinned as he hugged the dark prince back without hesitation. “Of course,
Virgil. We really do love you,” he smiled, petting the other’s hair.
made a happy noise that honestly almost sounded like a happy kitten as they
stayed like that for a while, taking in their new fragile alliance until Virge
thought of something. “Hey, Roman?”
smiled at that one. “So you think I look better than you in this get up?”
groaned. “We were having such a nice moment!” He exclaimed, back to his
dramatics as Virgil cackled next to him. He smiled despite himself; he was just
glad to see the other happy. ‘He truly is wonderful, and I will happily spend
the rest of my life making sure he knows it every day.’
this vow in place, Roman finally caved and joined Virgil in his laughter,
mismatched clothes all but forgotten.
(A/N): Saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats was hard work, but getting Stiles up for school is even harder. Reader resorts to unorthodoxed methods for getting him out of bed.
Warnings: Sexual themes/ heated make out session, language, nudity, no proof reading (I believe that is all)
This is my most heated scene I’ve posted so far… Be warned
A monotonous beeping made your eardrums sting from the deafening pitch. Even after slamming the wretched machine off a ringing remains in your ears.
A brunette head of hair poked out of the blue comforter. Gentle snores escaped his lips while his chest moved up and down rhythmically. Along his collar bone was a dark purple blotch marking his freckled skin. A smile pulled at your cheeks as you reminisced the previous night. The two of you had planned a study session to study for your upcoming exams. It was a perfect plan since you had mostly the same classes, however you had gotten distracted.
It was a blessing to have a Stiles in your life, but a Stiles was awful for your attendance. Even with the other study sessions that you and Stiles had, you were falling behind in some of your courses. Of course, these sessions were rarely productive since the two of you became quite preoccupied with other things. Sighing, you lift the covers before cuddling up to his warm body.
“Stiles, we have to get up,” you grumble snuggling into his bare chest, your lips skimming his warm skin with each syllable. You attempt to shake him awake, but he would only shrug your touch away. “Stiles. Get up.”
Request: You’re an unclaimed Omega and Alpha Bucky has agreed to help you through your heat. Unfortunately, he’s out on a mission, so someone else will just have to help you until he gets back.
A soft mewling noise caught Natasha’s attention. The sudden scent of coffee and freshly printed books, filled her nose and wrapped its way around her brain. She could smell your scent, your body craving the Alpha that had left days earlier.
“Bucky,” you whined into the phone, choking on your words as the desire between your legs grew stronger and the pain worsened. “Please pick up! I’m in heat and…I need you.”
The last three words were a whispered plea, begging him to come home and help ease the ache between your thighs. You were an unclaimed Omega and Bucky had agreed to help you through your heat, but now he was gone. Nat entered your room slowly. She could see you curled up in your nest of pillows and blankets, fingers delving into your panties. She could hear your little pants and moans, every sound that slipped from between your kissable lips. She could tell that your fingers weren’t enough, that you needed an Alpha. A loud whimper left your mouth as you felt your breasts swelling to feed the pups you didn’t have. The only thought running through Nat’s mind, was you needed her. That maybe she could help satisfy your need and her own as well. Attempting to snap herself away, she left the room, slamming the door behind her to block out your smell. Your head shot towards the door as it closed and you caught the familiar sent of an Alpha. Nat smelled of honeysuckles and a camp fire, the smell lingering behind her and you let out a loud yelp; desperate for her to come back.
Nat was already halfway down the hall, when she ran into Steve. One look in his eyes and she could tell he smelled you too.
“She’s lying there touching herself and whimpering like crazy. It’s taking all my will power not to go in there and help her,” Nat growled at Steve. “You need to go call Bucky, before it gets any worse.”
Steve nodded, hurrying off to Tony’s lab to use the secure phone.
“Nat!” Came a loud moan and she felt her resolve snap. Within seconds she was standing over your bed. Watching your fingers, already coated with your slick, move in and out of your pussy. She towered over you and you mewled softly, calling out her name again as you came.
“Y/N, did you enjoy that? Teasing me? Calling out my name as you came all over those dirty little fingers of yours?” She has shed her clothes and moved to rest on top of you. Pinning you to the bed as her fingers ran their way up your thigh and traced their way around your leaking breasts.
“Yes, Alpha!” You gasped out as her lips found your sensitive nipples and began suckling.
“Do you want me to help you? Do you want this Alpha to take you? Pleasure you?”
You moaned loudly at the feeling of her mouth working your sensitive buds, arching your back so you pushed your breast further into her face. She stopped sucking and pulled away, a smirk finding its way on her lips.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes!” You pleaded. “Please Alpha, take me! I’m yours to use, please just help me.”
That’s what Nat was waiting for, she slid down your body. Peppering your thighs with kisses and tasting you on her tongue. She slid a single finger into you and couldn’t help but laugh at the noise that exited your mouth.
“More!” You begged, twitching your hips for more friction. She smirked against your clit, nipping at it ever so slightly and slid another finger into your soaked heat. You were so wet, she didn’t have to work long before she slid in a third finger. Curling them, so every stroke resulted in her fingers brushing against your g-spot. The loudest moan she’d ever heard tumbled from your lips as your walls clenched around her fingers. The next four hours were spent with Nat trying as many techniques as she could to get you to orgasm.
“Fuck!” The growl from the doorway was one of lust at the sight that was before him. Nat got up from her position, face buried in your slit, with a smirk, hips swaying as she walked past Bucky.
“She’s all yours now, I’ve been doing this for four hours.”
She got dressed and left the room, leaving Bucky to stare at your naked form writhing on the bed.
“Alpha!” You moaned out, reaching your hands out for him. He was beside you in a second, replacing the spot where Nat’s tongue had been with his fingers.
“God you’re soaked,” he growled into your neck. “Do you want me to knot you now? You’ve waited an awfully long time, huh? Do you want your alpha to fuck you senseless?”
You nodded mutely, grinding down on his fingers.
“I can’t hear you,” Bucky snapped, your smell enveloping him and creating the raw desire to have you squirming beneath him in pleasure. His eyes found your lactating breasts and his breath caught in his throat, he’d never seen you lactate on a heat before.
“Yes Alpha!! Please take me! Please knot your Omega. She’s been waiting for you to come home and claim her.”
Unable to withstand the urge any longer, Bucky replaced his fingers with his cock and slid into you easily. Your slick coated him as you arched your back into him and curled your toes. A whimpering mess beneath him. He loved it. In fact he thrived on it, this feeling of being buried inside of you as you came undone. He could feel how close you were as he thrust into you, picking up his speed.
“Cum, my Omega,” he growled, kissing pathways down your skin. His lips found your nipples and he sucked on them, playing with them between his teeth. You moaned his name repeatedly as you came, feeling him twitch inside you and his knot form. He moved you so he was sitting and you were on his lap, careful not to remove his knot from in you as he didn’t want to cause you pain.
“I love you, James,” you murmured, head against his chest, too tired to move. You could feel his metal arm pressed against your back, soothing your burning skin.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
- An eerily tall man stands behind your comrade. Something is wrong, the streets should be clear of civilians. He turns slowly to look at you. Why is he wearing sunglasses at night?
- You sit in front of the Memorial Wall. They say, “It’s not your fault.” They say, “There was nothing you could do.” They say, “It took control.” You know the truth. All it did was make you want to open fire.
- You hear a bellowing like the sound of a stuck pig. It’s quickly coming closer, even though you know there should be several walls between you and it.
- Vahlen gives you a friendly smile as you pass her by in the hall. You avert your eyes and quicken your gait. The soldiers who returned from her laboratories never seemed the same.
- You thought nothing could be worse than hearing your friend screaming. Then you heard silence.
- You promised your wife that you would come back home in one piece. The Commander shakes your metal hand. You tell yourself that it weren’t for the aliens, you’d have a home to go back to.
- They tell you that she was already dead. They said her body was just a puppet. That she would have turned into another one of those, given a few more minutes. Still, you swear you heard her say “help” just before you pulled the trigger.
- The mangled bodies of civilians are splayed out in the rubble. Their wounds are distinctly non alien. The rocket launcher on your back feels significantly heavier.
- You want it to be dark, so you can’t see them. You want it to be light, so you can see them coming.
- Something at the back of your mind is screaming, you realize that it matches with the scream that is coming out of your mouth. The plasma eats away at your cover as you touch your head to your knees.
- A floater lobs a grenade at the car your soldiers are taking cover behind. The car is already on fire.
- As you look down at the body of yet another Grey, you wonder if the stories you read as a kid about alien abductions and experiments were true. Your fingers tighten around the grip and you make a mental note to keep one bullet for yourself.
- You enter the ship that survived an impossible crash intact. Light reflects unnaturally along the sleek surfaces, and it feels like a thousand eyes are watching you from just beyond the shadows. Somewhere inside, it waits. The sound coming from its mouth and echoing through the corridors was engineered to remind humans of the time when they were prey. Knowing this does not help.
- Your name is Eric, you tell yourself. Your name is Eric. You still remember who you were when it mind controlled you. When they say it mind controlled you. It seemed so real. It was real to you. How can reality be so easily bent? You turn the pistol over in your hands. Is your name Eric?
“Alright everyone, I know that this is a very difficult time for us now that Lance is gone, but we need to figure out what to do now that he is away. We need to find a temporary replacement until we get him back somehow.” Allura instructed. It had been a solid week since Lance had left Voltron. Tension filled the castle constantly as everyone took their time to cope with the loss of a friend.
“Why don’t you just take over piloting Blue again? You have experience flying her, you have a bond with her, it’s the quickest solution” Keith’s voice cut through the air. Everyone seemed to agree since she obviously had chemistry with piloting the lion. Allura pondered for a moment before she made her choice.
“We will see what Blue will allow. She has kept her barrier up since Lance left so we will see if she opens up for anyone and if she does, that’s who will pilot her. I don’t know if she will allow me to pilot her again.” She responded, standing from her seat. Everyone stood from their chairs and followed her as she made her way to Blues hangar. No one spoke as they made their way through the castle, it was too quiet for comfort, without Lance present to break the tension with some stupid joke that would annoy everyone but secretly they all enjoyed his humor.
Now standing in front of Blues barrier Allura held her hand up to it, seeing if she would open up to her. Nothing happened, Coran and Matt stood to the side, they understood why it wouldn’t open for her. She had been one of the team who had hurt Lance all this time. Paladin after paladin attempted to open her barrier but to no avail. The Lion sat, silent, responding to no one’s attempts to gain her trust. This was until Coran and Matt were told to try. Coran shoved Matt to try before him.
Summary: “You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”
You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.
This is a meditation I made that I found to be extremely deep and powerful. Use it when you feel you need some balance or beneficial energy in your life, or just need to sit and meditate in general. It is also good for opening the third-eye. I find that this meditation gives many sensations which can be pretty intense, so don’t be alarmed if you feel things very strongly. Just relax, go with it, and you’ll be ok. You’ll need about a half-hour for this procedure.
1. Sit in a comfortable position (preferably cross-legged) and keep your back straight, with your chin tilted slightly downward. Put your hands in your lap with the palms facing up, with right over left for females, and left over right for males.
2. Take a few minutes to breathe deeply and relax your muscles. Gradually slow your heartbeat down, and begin to clear yor mind. Block out the surrounding world, and focus on your breathing. Focus on the present. Begin breathing more slowly and deeply, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Close your eyes.
3. Gently bring your attention to the root chakra, located near the privates. Visualize this chakra as a red, swirling point of energy or light. Try to breathe ‘into’ and ‘out of’ this point, directing your breath to the location. As you inhale, imagine clean, beneficial energy entering the chakra, making it brighter and more vivid. This should look something like when an ember from a fire is blown on and it glows. As you exhale, imagine any unhelpful or unclean energy leaving and dissipating, again making the chakra more bright and vivid. Feel this energy exchange as you do it. After repeating for as long as you feel is necessary, move to the next chakra.
4. Continue this process for each chakra, all the way up to the crown. As you move up, you may feel a sense of your conciousness ‘changing shape’. You may also feel vibrations in certain parts of the body (especially the crown), feel numbness and tingling in the face and limbs, see flashes or swirls of light, have a floating or disconnected sensation, or hear ringing in the ears.I find that these start to get very intense at throat chakra, and reach its peak at the crown. Remember that this is normal and will not harm you in any way.
5. When you finish the crown chakra, take a minute to just breathe and prepare for the next step. When ready, imagine a stream of white or pearly light going from the crown chakra all the way down to the root chakra. Feel and see this energy hit each point as it travels down.
6. When the stream of light reaches the bottom, imagine it climbing its way back up starting from the root chakra. Go slow this time, and really feel it work its way back up to the crown. Imagine it reaching and filling each chakra as it goes along. Tune into the vibrations it gives each chakra.
7. When you reach the crown, imagine that stream of light going up and out into the universe in rays. Feel it open up and spread out above you, connecting you to the universe and its knowledge, strengths and vibrations.
8. Take a couple minutes to just breathe deeply. Relax your muscles, and begin to regain awareness of the world around you. Ground yourself and start to move your fingers and toes. Seperate your hands, put them on your lap, then gently open your eyes. The meditation is now finished.
This is a smut fic filling the request of @bailci hope you like it!
Between 2,000 and 4,000 words. Rated M
Dark. Dark dark inky dark all around. Shadows hug my aching sides. The blackness tenderly touches my bleeding skin. God, even my eyes hurt, which makes no sense.
Well, I mean I guess it kind of does, when you consider that I’m traveling through basically a wormhole of darkness and trying not to pass out from exhaustion. I focus hard, squeezing my aching eyes closed.
‘You’re almost back, Nico.’ I think hard, trying to keep myself conscious. ‘Don’t you fucking quit now when you’re so close’ I scream in my head.
Now, I bet you’re wondering what in Hades happened to me. Well, let’s just say one teenager against a horde of monsters is not an easy fight, no matter how many undead soldiers you can conjure up.
My head is pounding, and my heart is beating so fast that I can feel it vibrating in my chest. I’m almost there…
With one final burst of energy, I pop (there really is no better word to describe my entrance) out of the deep shadow of the big house. I remain standing for a holy half second, before crumpling to the ground in a bloody heap.
My breathing is labored and shallow, and the agonizingly deep and long cuts in my skin throb angrily. If I’m completely honest, I’m not sure how I’m even still alive, let alone conscious.
I drop my head to the ground and close my eyes, trying to block out as much of the pain as I can. Gods, I don’t even have the energy to call for help!
I can hear the other campers walking around; the laughter of friend groups, the clash of swords in a tight spar, and the unmistakeable splash of Percy entertaining the younger campers with his water powers. But they’re too far.
And I’m bleeding out.
I almost summon an ironic laugh. After all I’ve been through in my 16 (normal) years of life, is this seriously how I’m going out? A solo battle and being too far away to call for help? I let out a breath, and I utter a small sound. Pretty much a pained moan. It’s all I can do.
“Did anyone else hear that?” A voice says. My eyes snap open. Someone is close by.
“I think so…” Another voice exclaims. Both are female and sound young… maybe twelve or thirteen.
I can hear their footsteps crunching softly on the gravel, being cautious, as every demigod should be.
I’m focusing on them. I’m focusing so hard on their nearing footsteps that I almost miss the taste of metal filling my mouth. But then, it starts building.
My mouth is filling with blood, and I’m panicking. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. I try to bring my hands up to claw at my throat, and find myself unable to move them.
‘Oh Gods. Oh Gods-’ I think frantically as the red liquid spills over my lips and dribbles down my chin. ‘is this it?’ The thought has barely crossed my mind when a shrill scream permeates my ears.
I’m nearly choking on my own blood by the time I hear one of the girls yell-
“Get Chiron, now.” She says, before I slip into a complete daze, almost like my death trance. It’s cloudy and misted in my mind when I feel the vibrations in the ground of Chiron’s hooves galloping over to the back of the big house where I lay. My vision swims from hazy to clear as he lifts me gently into his arms.
“Get Will. Now. Hurry!” I hear him say, but it sounds far away, as if he’s speaking to me through a phone…
I can taste the savory flavor of ambrosia when we enter the infirmary. The familiar taste of a pomegranate tart is dulled by my senses.
After about ten minutes and a dangerous amount of ambrosia, my vision clears finally, and my mouth has stopped spilling blood. My wounds are still shedding crimson onto the sterile white sheets without holding back. I can’t move, but out of what is in my field of vision, I can make out the bustle of healers around me.
I look desperately for Will, but he’s nowhere in sight.
An IV is put into my arm once I reach my ambrosia and nectar limit to keep me alive, but I don’t know how much it’s going to help. I feel pretty beyond saving at this point.
“Where is he?” I hear a shout come from outside of the room, probably in the hallway. Everyone in the room stops moving, until the door is thrown open.
In the open doorway stands Will, his blonde hair messy, and his blue eyes sparkling with determination and fear. He looks around for just a moment, before his eyes lock on me and widen. “Nico-” he whispers, sprinting to my bedside and taking my hand. Just his presence is enough to help me through the pain. He looks at me with eyes full of seriousness and worry. “what the fuck did you do to yourself” he asks me, dead serious. I’m a surprised by his use of language; Will doesn’t curse much.
“A-a m-m-missio-n” I croak out in a jumble of stuttered syllables. His eyes harden.
“And you went without telling anyone…” He looks at me hard in my brown eyes, and I melt, right then and there, into his heartbreaking smolder. “not even me…” He grips my hand tighter, and I wince from not his grip, but from collective pain.
He sits straight up when I do so, startling me. He stands up, and over me.
“Guys, clear out for a few hours. Let me take care of him.” Will says to the other medics in the room. They all nod and head out, trusting Will completely with me, knowing that with him in charge, I will do more than just pull through.
As soon as the other people leave the room, and the door is shut, Will walks straight over to it. For a terrifying second, I think he’s going to leave me, before I notice that he’s just locked the door and is walking back to me.
Strange, but I’m in absolutely no place to question him seeing as I’m literally dying.
“W-why did you lock the d-door?” I ask him, some strength returning to my voice from the efforts of the ambrosia and nectar. He just walks over to me, and pushes my black hair out of my eyes.
“Because I don’t want anyone walking in-” he says, staring at me with a look so powerful it makes me almost have to look away. He takes some more steps towards me, and hovers over my bedside, a gentle, caring smile on his beautiful face. “Healing is personal. Especially with someone you love.” He says it casually, but my eyes widen at the words. He… loves me?
Before I have time to contemplate though, a sharp stab of pain rips through my body, and I reflexively arch my back, gritting my teeth and letting out a strangled gasp.
“F-fuck!” I stutter, and Will gets right to work.
I can see why he locked the door when he starts peeling off my bloodstained and slashed shirt, showing him the bone-deep gashes all over my chest, stomach, arms, and even… below my navel.
My face heats up for no reason when his eyes travel over my pale, exposed bloody skin.
‘He’s just doing his job-’ I find myself thinking.
“Okay. I’m going to put my hands on you, and heal you. You may have some scars or minor scabbing over left from the deepest wounds-” he cuts off taking a deep breath and looking at me, yet again, straight in the eye. “but I’ll do my best.” I nod to show that I understand, but my voice isn’t working.
He places his warm, steady hands on my chest and stomach; one over my heart, and the other over my belly-button. He presses down lightly, though I feel no pain from his touch. Suddenly, a soft golden light starts to emit from his hands, warming my whole body and numbing all pain.
I find myself having to hold back moans because of how amazing it feels to be healed by Will; I can feel my strength returning, and my skin regrowing. My wounds are scabbing, and some are even completely disappearing.
Way too soon, Will has taken his hands off my torso, panting and sweaty from the effort it took to heal me. He wipes his brow on the back of his hand, and looks upon me with a smile; I blush when his eyes seem to darken as they rake up and down my body.
“How ‘ya feeling?” He asks in his adorable Will-voice. I move my arms, testing them out, and cracking the joints.
“Good as new.” I say, looking up at him with a smile as I sit up in the red-stained sheets. He sighs in relief, before biting his lip.
“Uhh. I-I have to ask…” He looks down, suddenly nervous. Scratching the back of his neck, he continues the thought. “Aren’t those pants uncomfortable? All… you know… covered in blood?” He asks me sheepishly. A blush creeps its way onto my face.
“Uhh… yeah.” I say. He looks to me with a nervous smile.
“How would you like a different pair?” He asks cheekily, and despite my blush I giggle. Even after me nearly dying, this guy can bring out laughter from the deep depths of who-knows-where-my-sense-of-humor-is. Anyway, I shrug.
“Yeah, actually…” I say quietly, feeling self conscious about Will seeing… well, me. He smiles and reaches into a drawer, producing a pair of black sweats.
“They should fit-” he says, throwing the pants to me.
“Thanks.” I say, before absent-mindedly stripping off my bloody pants and leaving me just my ripped boxers. I look up to see Will staring at me, a bright blush covering his cheeks. He looks up when he notices that I caught him staring, and his blush darkens even more.
“S-sorry…” He stutters. I look him over. He’s still looking at me as if he’s under a trance, and it’s honestly pretty strange. Until I notice something.
His pants are… uh… tightening. A noticeable bulge has started to grow in his jeans, and I can’t believe it. Will Solace is getting turned on my me changing my pants. I throw the sweatpants away, the need to get dressed forgotten. I nervously twist the skull ring on my finger at I look at him.
And now I’m getting turned on my him biting his lip.
And him trying to discreetly crack his knuckles.
And his crazily messed up hair that I just want to run my finger through as he fucks me-
And now I’m walking towards him. And now we’re kissing. Gods, this is not just a kiss. It has to be some magic gift or something from Aphrodite.
His lips are so soft and warm, it’s like pressing my mouth to a cloud of steam. My tongue pushes tentatively into his mouth, not quite sure what to do, but apparently doing it right because Will sighs and pushes his hand into my black wavy hair. He pulls back just for a second, his eyes clouded with a list that makes my already impressive boner that much harder. His swollen lips may also be a contributing factor.
“You’re supposed to be healing-” he says as I start kissing his neck. I follow my instincts on what to do; biting softly and then harder at some places; eliciting animalistic moans from him that make me want to come right then and there. “Nico, you just almost died…” He protests weakly between moans.
“But I’m fine now, thanks to you.” I reply between kisses, my hands under his shirt and sliding it over his head.
His own are running over my already bare chest; they trace the indentations of my pecs and my light abs, (the beginnings of what I hope will turn into a fabulous six-pack.) down to my prominent 'V’ line.
I keep kissing his neck and collar bone, at one point biting and sucking so hard I’m sure it will leave a sizable hickey; not that I care. It just shows everyone that this man is mine.
“Fuck, Solace…” I breathe the words as he palms my erection through my boxers, the thin fabric not leaving much to the imagination.
“Okay, just wait a sec.” He says back sassily as I begin to undo his belt, eventually slipping it out of its’ loops and pulling off his jeans. My cock twitches when I see him almost completely bare.
Gods, he is perfect.
“Nico Di fucking Angelo.” He breathes. “How did I end up here?” He laughs, and I smile, his tented underwear calling me to pull it off and take what’s inside.
“Dunno, but I’m glad it happened.” I say, throwing all control out the window and pushing him up against the wall, pressing our hips together and a sharp moan escaping my lips. I recapture his swollen lips and use one hand to pin Will’s hands over his head on the wall, and use the other to pull off his underwear.
I look down for just a moment to admire the fucking gorgeous cock of Will Solace. It has to be at least eight inches…
eight inches of Apollo-bore heaven.
“You’re so beautiful” I say to him as I start touching him, electing little gasps and grunts from him with each flick of my wrist. I run my thumb slowly over the slit, catching beads of precum on it as it glides over. He breathes heavily and smirks, looking me in the eyes.
“You have no- ah! Fuck!-” he moans in the middle of his sentence, to my satisfaction, when I give him a hard pump. “i-idea how much I want to bend you over a table and fuck you until you can’t walk for days-” he says breathily, pushing my hand off his cock and flipping us so that my back is now against the wall, and I can feel his hot, aroused breath on my face.
Just the words coming out of his mouth make me want to moan, so when he licks and kisses all the way down to the tip of my dick, you can guess how I felt. He looks up at me for a moment, silently asking permission. I nod, and he puts my head in his mouth.
Just the feeling of it makes me moan his name.
“W-Will!” I pant, my hands buried in his hair as he bobs his head, and I thrust along with him. He takes all eight and a half inches at some points, and I have to resist thrusting my whole length down his throat. “fuck…” I moan again as he swirls his tongue around the shaft, before leaving me right on the edge when he lets me go with a string of spit connecting my cock with his lips.
“I want to finish with you.” He says, and I nod, hard as it is… then, I smile.
“Sorry, what do you want me to do?” I ask him, feigning ignorance. He raises an eyebrow.
“I think you know.” He says, running his hands down my body, causing me to shiver.
I shake my head.
“No, I think you need to tell me.” I say to him, and he smiles, catching on. He shoots me a dirty look that has precum leaking out of me, and a moan leaving my lips.
“I want to come together. I want to see you moan my name when you come because of me. I want to feel your body under me as you jack me off. I want to fuck you, but not yet. Next time, when we aren’t in a hospital-” he winks. “You are fucking mine.” He says, before taking my hand, trailing it down to his cock, before taking mine in his own hand.
Soon, both Will and I are balanced on the edge. I’m panting from the buildup, and then-
“Fuck… FUCK! WILL! Gods-” I say as I come all over Will’s fist, him doing the same soon after.
We collapse on the bed, both panting and in a euphoric post-orgasm bliss.
“So… next time we won’t be in a hospital, right?” Will asks me, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Nope.” I say. Oh man… I can’t wait for next time…
Trigger Warning for potentially disturbing medical imagery related to children, and angst galore.
SUMMARY:“Tonight as he lay there in the guest bed with the old ratty comforter and lumpy pillows, he yawns as he listens to Dana and Mulder’s voices below him telling a story from their lifetime before. It isn’t sadness he would rid himself of, he thinks to himself as his parents run through his sleepy mind. It’s utter disappointment.”
…or Roman is desperately trying to get a date with the smol emo dancer kid but he’s having none of it @prinxietys
continuation to Flip you….kinda??
((probably not my best work btw))
Warnings: Swearing, blood mention, injury mention, (tell me if i missed somethin’!)
Anxiety was so goddamn tired.
He’d been a total badass, giving Roman what’s what by literally flipping away from him, telling the royal pain exactly what he thought about his little date proposal.
But his victory ended when on his last flip his shoes slipped on the tile, sending him sprawling right over the tile and into the front iffce doors, hands braced to catch himself but only succeeding in getting a painful rug burn that made the entirety of his palms red with small droplets of blood leaking through in some places.He cringed and hissed as the disinfectant sprayed on his hands, covering the carpet burns that burned red on his hands in little fiery pains.
Logan tutted from in front of him, watching the white foam of the hell-spray settle into Anxiety’s into the wounds.”What have I told you about hissing at people?”Anxiety scowled.”Your mom hisses at people.”He jerked back as Logan pushed more spray out of the bottle, again filling his carpet burns with pain.”Christ Logan! That hurts!!”
”Your mom hurts.”The intelligent boy shot back, wrapping Anxiety’s palms tightly.”Maybe now you’ll listen to me when I say no parkour in the halls.”Anxiety rolled his eyes, not even bothering to explain what parkour was to Logan.”Yeah yeah, I won’t do parkour again, promise.It’s not my fault I forgot extra shoes…These are really slippery on all this tile.”Anxiety said, casting a glare at his dancing shoes.
Logan rolled his eyes.”Trade with me.”Anxiety looked up at the other, eyes squinted.”What?”Logan was already unlacing his shoes.”I’m not risking you being hurt again, trade shoes with me or you’re going barefoot.”
Anxiety rolled his eyes.”Fine, i’ll go barefoot then.”Logan looked up, raising an eyebrow.”I’ll give you the math-”Anxiety kicked off his shoes, nudging them over to Logan with his hand outstretched.
Logan’s glasses flashed as he reevaluated his life leading to this point and pulled out his math notes.Setting them in Anxiety’s hands he also pushed his shoes over, ignoring Anxiety’s satisfied smirk.
Anxiety picked up Logan’s shoes, something shining at the bottom.Anxiety gave the small wheel an incredulous look, eyes flicking back over to Logan.
“Are these heelies???”Logan’s eyes widened and his head shot up, staring at Anxiety with a blush slowly forming on his face.Just as quickly he looked down, slipping on Anxiety’s dance shoes.”T-they were on sale.”He mumbled, standing up, adjusting his bag and nearly running out the door.
Anxiety laughed, planning on teasing his brother later about the shoes.He stood, popping the front of his feet foreword and pushing off, sliding through the door.As he approached the throng of students moving from class to class with the tact of cattle following roadsigns he started walking normally as not to cause trouble.
He finally entered a deserted hallway, reading through the math notes to get caught up.”Angel!”Oh god.
He cringed as for the second time that day his space was invaded by the Princely asshat named Roman.”What do you want Sir Sing-a-lot?”
“You’re getting better with your comebacks, i’ll give you that.”Roman said, pushing Anxiety back and standing in front of him, effectively blocking his path.Anxiety watched as Roman opened his mouth and promptly shut his mind, off.He began thinking about anything else than the boy in front of him, already going on a long winded speech.
Anxiety brought himself out of his mental get away to hear the last part of Prince’s voice.”….i have feelings for you Angel.Romantic feelings to be specific.”
Holy shit what was he supposed to do now???
Anxiety started to panic, visibly paling and eyes shifting.His gaze landed on his shoes, mind racing and empty.’Ohnoohnoohnohohohohohohohgodwhy.’
Prince looked concerned.”Angel? Are you ok-”
Anxiety reached out, slapping Prince, the action creating an audible snapping noise that echoed throught he empty hall.
“WEAR THE HEELIES TO ESCAPE YOUR FEELIES!!!”Anxiety screeched, facing heating up as he ran past Prince hand popped his feet, rolling smoothly around the corner, blushing beet red.
Prince was bent awkwardly, still reeling from the slap, the lasting red handprint on his cheek stinging.
“Quit being so paranoid,” you told yourself, walking back and forth between the couch and your bed, rubbing your hands together. “He said he’ll come by later.”
It’s been an hour since Jimin left you to go wherever. One fucking hour. Not a day or several hours, but one. You felt stupid for being so scared, but what could you do? You’re in love with Jimin, and he had just confessed to liking you. Now he’s gone, and you’re pacing your room like a crazy person, peaking at the window to see if Jimin had appeared home yet.
You felt ridiculous. You would assume that the two of you are dating, and if you are, why are you like this? Maybe it’s because even though he might be yours, you’re still paranoid of the possibility that it’s all a lie. A joke. And that scares you.
You didn’t want to be this way, so with all the will power you had in you, you forced yourself to go to sleep. You climbed into bed, burying yourself under your covers. You lied on your back at first, staring up at the blank ceiling with a blank stare, but your mind was running wild. Eventually you turned to your side, your back facing the window you had grown to like.
What if? All the what ifs were running through your mind again. You really hated living in the fear of what if. Don’t people usually say live life to the fullest? Or something along the lines of living life as if it’s your last? Every day? Well, the last one is stupid. People live longer because they’re careful. Maybe you’re just being a realist.
Maybe live life to its fullest in the category of love?
No. That is stupid, too. You’re already in love, but you’re still iffy in that category. Plus, you need someone that you’re one hundred percent loves you back.
You threw your blankets off, sitting up in bed. You don’t know. You know nothing. You’re a fucking lost puppy—sheep—whatever—in a field of bullshit. You’re the perfect description of stupidity. Simple.
The sound of a knock on your door erupted the silence. You got out of bed, making your way towards the front door. Looking through the peephole, a wave of basically everything new filled you. Opening the door, Jimin stood in front of you, hands in his pockets.
Summary: I’m trash. Ugh, I don’t know. Negan finally acts on his stalkerish actions???MAX AND NEGAN MERGED INTO ONE. Request Summary: “Can you write something about a girl who negan saved when she was young/kid and now that she is growing up as a women they starting to love each other, smut or daddy dom” - Anon POV: Negan Characters: Kylie and Negan Word Count: 5102 Warnings: Cursing, hella smut too Authors note: I’m complete trash for mixing Max and Negan together. I totally stole some of Max’s quotes from the movie and some of his creepy nature. Parts: 1/1 - Completed Quote of the story:“Today was a productive ass day and it just started!”