#🍄 my writing

[woosluv]

indulgence — wooyoung

PAIRING . . . wooyoung x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS . . . life is hard and sometimes you just need to indulge in things you don't normally let yourself have. this time? it's wooyoung.

RATING . . . R / 18+

WC . . . 2.3 k

WARNINGS . . . SMUT. unprotected sex (☹️). reader and wooyoung are slightly intoxicated but consensual. heavy making out. hair pulling. neck kissing (idk if it was for their own pleasure or my own). oral (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). multiple orgasms. wooyoung calls reader a good girl multiple times. creampie.

NOTE . . . the smut is bad 😅 this fic was for the underworldnet elysium summer event day two (indulgence if you couldn't tell by the title). since the net closed down i'll just post it as is anyway :) @cultofdionysusnet @kflixnet

You gulp down the shot the bartender had just poured out for you, immediately looking back at him and eyeing the now empty glass you had in front of you. The music in the club is loud and the bodies around you paired with the alcohol in your system make your skin hot and sticky.

You needed this.

You throw this one back too, giving a tight smile at the woman who sat tall and perfectly poised next to you. As you turn your head back to your glass, you roll your eyes at the thought of coming to a place like this and just sitting there, only taking small sips of your drink as a particularly attractive man passed by. It personally wasn’t your idea of a fun night out and you couldn’t relieve your stress that way.

You deserved this.

You immediately down the third shot, a trickle of tequila dribbling past your lips and down your chin. It doesn’t really bother you at this point, already 3 drinks and who knows how many shots into your night, but you can see the woman who sat tall and perfectly poised next to you sending judgmental glares your way and decide to go and wipe your chin for both of your sakes. But a thumb that didn’t belong to you beat you to it, tilting your head to your other side as it wiped your chin, once, and then again, swiping across your bottom lip as you stared in confusion.

Your eyes trail along the arm until they meet the person attached to it and you’re immediately stunned at the man before you. A silver chain choker wrapped so nicely around his throat and a matching set of silver earrings dangled from his ears. His jet black hair is styled back aside from a couple strands strategically loosely curled outwards, looking so effortless and like he just pushed his hands through his hair and that was what came out. The simple white tank and leather jacket drove the idea home. Your eyes trailed his face as he looked down at where his hand connected with your chin.

He clicked his tongue as he shook his head, a mocking pout on his lips as his hand moved softly wiggled your chin side to side. “And what has you so tense and pouty today, pretty girl?” The question dances into your ears, his voice low and teasing. You scoff at his words as soon as you register the situation and cross your leg over the other in a weak attempt at calming the feeling that flooded your body when he spoke.

He pouted again as he leaned on the bar to look you in the eye. “C’mon, be a good girl and tell Wooyoung what’s weighing on your shoulders.” Your heart thumped at the look on his face. You cleared your throat to ease the lump that arose when you locked eyes with the pretty man you had now come to know as Wooyoung in front of you. “Just life.” You shrug lamely as you take a sip of the drink you had ordered. Wooyoung nodded as he brought the glass in his hand up to his lips for a sip of his drink.

You can’t help but watch as he does so. You couldn’t help the stare you gave the silver rings that adorned some of his slender fingers as he grasped the glass. His Adam's apple was bobbing with every gulp and his lips glistened from the alcohol he had just consumed. And when he brought the glass back down he looked out at the crowd, but you noticed a drip of alcohol sliding down his chin. Without another thought, you brought your hand up, gripping his chin between your forefinger and thumb, turning his head your way as you focused on wiping the liquid from his face. His eyes are dark when they lock with yours, piercing straight through you as you still, fingers still holding his chin. And you can read exactly what he’s thinking because there’s no doubt in your mind that the heat running through your veins is no longer from the alcohol flooding your system but from the man in front of you.

You dropped your hand from his chin but your eyes are still locked and the tension is thick. You’re just staring at each other when Wooyoung gets pushed towards where you sat, but he catches himself with one hand on the bar and the other on the seat you sat in. You gasp as your hands fly up and land on his chest to try to steady him as he fell forward. He’s a lot closer now and you can smell his cologne and see the sweat that has accumulated around his hairline since he got here. Your hands close around the fabric resting on his chest at the proximity between you two, your eyes still staring at him. But you can’t focus on anything anymore now that his lips are inches from yours.

You deserve this.

And that’s all you need to rationalize pulling him forward and smashing your lips against his. You can feel the goosebumps rising yet your body is hot all over. Your skin burns on your waist as his hands land there and clutches the fabric to pull you further into him. You sit a little higher in your seat, stretching your neck a little bit to reach his lips better as your hands travel up his chest and grip onto the hair at the nape of his neck. You sigh into the kiss, so indulged in how his tongue leaves the taste of vodka and cigarettes behind in your mouth and the way he groans every time you tug on his hair.

Wooyoung is still kissing you when you feel one of his hands leave your waist. Wooyoung chases your lips as you pull away to see what he’s fumbling around for, groaning when you successfully pull away only to see him slap some cash on the bar. His hair is a bit ruined from your hands and his lips are glossy and swollen and he looks so beautiful with the club lights shining on him. You can’t resist him anymore and grab his hand, pulling him away from the bar and out of the club once you hop off your seat and towards a cab that sat outside. You're quick to give the driver your address before you’re back to making out with Wooyoung.

The ride seems long but in reality you knew the drive was only 10 minutes to your apartment. “We’re here.” The driver pulls to a stop in front of your building and you pull away, throwing a quick ‘thanks’ as you stumble out of the cab and into the building. Wooyoung couldn’t keep his hands off of you, hands running up and down your body as his lips landed on your neck. You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you as his breath flowed over your skin. “Can’t you wait just a little longer?” The elevator doors open right then and Wooyoung replies. “Nope.” You let out a yelp as he spins you and picks you up, holding you by your ass as your legs wrap around his waist. “Which door?” You point at the door at the end of the hall, keys already in your hand for when you arrive.

Wooyoung’s lips are back on your neck when you finally arrive, busying himself by kissing your neck as you reach behind you to unlock the door. “It’s open.” You breathe out and Wooyoung pushes his way in, shutting the door as he pins you against it. “Finally.” Wooyoung’s lips slam against yours as your hands drop your bag so you could wrap your fingers in his hair. Wooyoung groans at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “Pull it.” He mumbles the words against your lips so you give it a tug, moving your lips down his neck as his head tilts back. You suck on his neck, licking each spot you left behind on his soft skin. Wooyoung pulls your bodies away from the door and walks towards your bedroom, dropping you on the bed once he gets there.

Wooyoung’s eyes lock with your own before he drops to his knees at the edge of your bed and pulls your legs towards his body. You lift yourself on one of your elbows to watch as Wooyoung slips out of his jacket and tank before he rips your jeans off your legs. He looks between your legs, staring at the dark spot soaking your panties. His eyes flit back to yours, a smirk on his face as his hands trail up your legs. “All this for me? I haven’t even done anything yet.” Your breaths are shaky as his cold hands reach the band of your underwear and pulls them off. “Now be a good girl and come on my tongue, ok?”

Your hands tighten around the sheets and your upper body falls back against the bed as his tongue licks a slow swipe, dipping into your sopping hole at first and then sucking on your sensitive nub at the end. “Woo.” You can’t even say his name as he begins to work his tongue. In response to your groans, Wooyoung dips his tongue into your cunt again, his hand reaching for one of yours to pry the sheets from your fingers and guiding it down to his hair. Your body is already so overwhelmed just from his tongue, your breath hitches and your fingers tighten around his hair when he pushes a finger in you.

Wooyoung groans when you pull his hair and you can feel the vibrations move through your body. He’s moving slowly. You can’t keep your hips from bucking into Wooyoung’s face in an attempt to speed things along. But Wooyoung wasn’t having it and wrapped an arm around your waist to pin it down. You tugged on his hair, another groan leaving your lips. You want to tell him to hurry up, you want to tell him to live up to his words. But before you can say anything, Wooyoung adds another finger, his pace picking up as he slurps up your juices.

Your fingers tighten around his hair as he picks up his pace, pumping both fingers into you, curling them right into your sweet spot every time. Your legs have closed around his head and your feet are pulling him further into your heat as he works his lips, sucking on your clit and lapping every drop that leaks out of you. “Woo.” Your voice has pitched into a whine and he knew you were close. His pace picks up and you can’t even find it in you to be embarrassed by the squelching of his fingers moving in and out of your hole because the pleasure was too much. With a couple more pumps and his lips sucking on your clit, you tightened around his fingers and came on his tongue just like he had requested.

Your thighs trembled around his head and your chest heaving with heavy pants as he continued lapping up your juices, his tongue prodding into your hole to get every drop. Finally, you could feel him rising from his knees and his face appeared above yours, his lips glossy from your release and his hair sticking out in every direction from your tight grip on the black locks. Wooyoung adjusted you higher on the bed as he leaned in close to your face. Your breath hitched at the proximity. “Such a good girl, let’s see if you can do that again, hm?” You didn’t even notice when Wooyoung had finished undressing, only realizing he had when you felt the tip of his cock slide between your folds.

A gasp leaves your lips as your hands come up to grab onto his biceps on either side of your head. Wooyoung smirks as he squishes your cheeks between one of his hands and moves your head so you can lock eyes with him. “You’re so reactive to everything I do.” You keep your eyes locked with his. You’re so entranced by his voice and his body that you’re taken by surprise when he finally thrusts his cock deep into you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues the pace, pulling nearly all the way out before sharply thrusting back into you.

You’re both moaning and groaning each others names, so completely indulged in the others body and you made each other feel. Wooyoung’s cock is thick and you can feel your hole swallowing him every time he moved. “You’re so right.” Wooyoung’s hand travels down your thigh and pulls it a little higher on his waist so he could hit your sweet spot a little better. “Wooyoung.” Your nails start to dig into the skin of his back, latching on and refusing to let go as you got close.

Wooyoung could tell you were almost there and picked up his pace as one of his hands reached down to rub circles on your clit. Wooyoung grunted with each thrust and his hair slipped in front of his eyes. “C’mon pretty girl, cum for me.” Your cunt tightened around his cock as you came once again, the noises from your juices lewd as he thrusted up into you a couple more times before he shot his load in you.

You were both panting as he pulled out of you and flipped next to you, chest moving quickly as he caught his breath. You let out a quiet groan as your hole clenches at the emptiness and feel the combination of your and Wooyoung’s release leaking out of you. Wooyoung sits up and lets out a chuckle. “Feel better?” Your head lulls to the side so you could look at him better. “What?” Your brows furrow in confusion. Wooyoung leans down so his lips are by your ear and his hand trailing down to your hole. You shudder from sensitivity and let out a moan as he scoops up whatever leaked out of your hole and stuffs it back into you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

Eyeless Jack Dating Headcanons:

honestly EJ is the silent loving type. Maybe it’s because of his sharp teeth or maybe he thinks it’s better to show love through actions rather than words

you two do speak but you don’t mind the silence. besides happy guttural growling sounds when he’s pleased while you two are cuddling>>>

it’s eerie in the woods but comforting at home lololol

you’re always wearing one of his hoodies. when it’s laundry day for him, he goes to your room to take back one of his hoodies

EJ has to practically fight you for it. Not even for the purpose of wanting to keep his hoodie from him

You just love drooling over his muscular gray body that his hoodie hides. his black tank underneath too much to the imagination to your displeasure

EJ could easily overpower you but doesn’t mind going through this little cat and dog chase with you

he thinks of it as enriching you (he ends up taking off his shirt so he can distract you to take back his hoodie)

EJ can’t cook for shit lol. not even because he’s a cannibal and prefers it raw but bc he was a struggling college student and didn’t learn how to cook intricate meals

you and him occasionally cook together bc you can’t stand the raw smell of organs but he likes the raw taste of organs

so it’s really about seasoning it more than anything to get rid of the smell or sealing it properly when he has left overs

(the mansion is thankful for this compromise bc other cannibals took up the same idea)

totally leaves love bites randomly everywhere on your body and you can’t even leave the same marks back bc your teeth aren’t sharp as his

hickies arent the same as his bites you try to argue when he tells you to leave a hickey instead

you want YOUR specific TEETH marks on him. it’s not fair >;(

since EJ is one the least sociable ones. sometimes you force him out the room to interact

he has some friends but just prefers lurking instead of being involved in the stupidities

but then sometimes you’re involved in the stupidities and he has to be involved ofc

he won’t let you look stupid without him as your personal defense lawyer to slenderman

dates consist of info dumping about special interest tbh or shopping in disguise

for new surgical instruments ofc. he likes the smell of new surgical equipment

sometimes you get fun trinkets out of it

the money comes from robbing dead people

sleeping with him in the summer is a blessing. he’s your personal ac. his body temp always being cold

in the winter? your personal cold hell. he wants to be close but he’s freezing! he has to bundle up then you gotta bundle up under covers bc his cold hands will KO you!

boyfriend that gives you disturbing gifts , at least disturbing to the norm status but you like them! they go with your trinkets

9/10 boyfriend. 5/10 boyfriend if you’re not into murder but to be with him. kinda have to be lol

[puck-luck]

bc it all i can think about; im returning to add onto my previous rant of oral fix!luke, namely, him sucking on your fingers. also i didn’t proofread so idk how coherent it is

he was needy all day, practically attached to your hip, so when you finally lowered yourself down onto his dick, he was puddy under you. You would start teasingly slow, rocking back and forth, moaning when his tip nudged at your g-spot. he would be blabbering incoherent sentences with every roll of your hips, the only eligible words “fuck, feels so good, feels so good baby” and little whimpers.

When you sped up, now beginning to lift yourself of his dick and back down again, he nearly screamed. He was soooo pent up :( it just felt too good! he just needed his pretty girl to spoil him.

It would get to the point that his hands were permanently attached to your hips, his moans echoing through the room, accompanied by the squelch of your cunt and the plap of your hips hitting his. He would get so vocal, and a little bit of drool would dribble down his chin, and you’d just coo at him, saying stuff like “aww, feels good huh? got you all worked up, pretty boy. that’s it, uh huh, good boy”

When his moans begin to blend into screams, you slow your movements, frowning at him.

“gotta be quieter, love, or do you want everyone knowing how good i fuck you, hm?”

and so you would press your fingers (which were only recently rubbing on your clit, still covered in your slick) against his lips as you sped up again, and he would be so eager, his lips immediately wrapping around your fingers to taste the sweetness of your pussy. you’d smile, rubbing his cheek when he whimpered and bucked into you, making you flinch in pleasure.

it would go on for a while, him moaning around your fingers while he humped upwards into you, tip nudging that little sponge spot inside you everytime your bodies met.

when he finally came, his sped spilling into the condom, you could’ve sworn he passed out. his only tell tail signs were the whimpers and shaking of his hips, bringing you to your own orgasm.

afterwards, when you had cleaned the two of you up, both of you lay together, him smiling with his face resting on your breasts. You would play with his curls, smiling as you both dozed off into the best sleep you’ve had in a while

Guys I can't even begin to describe how I feel about this.

It took me. Five minutes. Going line by line. GIGGLING. CUTTING MYSELF OFF SO I WOULDN'T READ AHEAD. before i finished this.

i was whimpering like fucking Luke. are you KIDDING me?

take a nobel peace prize. i want to shake your hand and, in a biblical sense of respect, wash your feet.

motherFUCKER.

you have a gift. and i'm screaming, melting into a puddle on the floor as i reread this AGAIN because it's JUST. THAT. GOOD.

[geddy-leesbian]

Winterserra Wedding fic 💍💕

word count: 3,300ish

won't be on AO3 for a while because it takes place a pretty long time after the most recent posted chapter of my main Winterserra fic because I've been having horrendous writer's block with some of the in between chapters

start of a steamy scene at one point, but fades to black before anything really explicit happens

also there's one flashback scene (entirely in italics so easily skipped if you want to) taking place while Luis was still pregnant, and the very last scene has Ethan reminiscing and mentioning the pregnancy, it's nothing too major, just putting it out there if anyone's uncomfortable with that

Ethan doesn't have anything particularly time consuming when it comes to getting ready, so after he has his suit on he gets Rosa ready, putting her fancy pink dress and flower crown on. Then he puts on the baby carrier and gets her situated in it. Originally Luis would have worn the carrier walking down the aisle because she was their “flower girl” but that plan was abandoned once Luis had his heart set on an embroidered suit. He didn't want the carrier blocking the designs in the pictures of their vows and kiss, so instead they settled on Ethan wearing her during the ceremony. 

Luis on the other hand has a lot to do. As Luis insisted on Ethan not seeing his “bride” before, it falls to Claire to help out. After he gets his suit, a fancy one with pink embroidered designs, Claire does his makeup for him and then helps him with his veil, a lacy very over the top thing that trails behind him. They don't really have much of an aisle, just a handful of chairs with their friends arranged facing a flower arch Claire and Ethan cobbled together. There's also no officiant, because it's just not necessary; there's no legal marriage yet, this is simply for ceremonial purposes. It's not the grand church wedding a younger Luis had once dreamed of, but it's all he needs. 

At the altar, Rosa is amused by Luis's veil. She sees his face through it and her own face lights up. Their vows take longer than they should, as they're both amused by Rosa determinedly reaching her arms up to tug on Luis's veil and get distracted. 

When Ethan finally lifts up Luis's veil to reveal his face, he can't help but say “peekaboo!” earning giggling and clapping from Rosa while she looks up at Luis. It may not be the most romantic thing to say in a moment like this, but it's going to make a great picture. As Luis leans down, Rosa notices the pink birds and flowers decorating his suit jacket. As they kiss, she runs her fingers over the flowers and tries grabbing one of the birds. 

They had a few folding chairs and tables scattered about for the reception. One of the tables had a highchair at it and was more decorated, with pink balloons and a tablecloth. And a pile of small presents. It was also Rosa's half birthday, and they couldn't resist rolling her into the wedding celebrations. After all, their worlds revolved around her and she was the reason they got married today, not years into the future. 

As soon as she's placed in her highchair, Rosa reaches her arms out towards the presents.

“You're right, those are for you! Such a smart princess!” Luis praises. “But you can't have them just yet.”

“That's right,” Ethan chimes in, handing Luis the plate with a pink cupcake and getting his camera ready. “Just have to have your cake before getting to presents.”

Rosa eyes the cupcake skeptically when Luis sets the cupcake down on her high chair's tray. Eventually her curiosity wins over and she starts pawing at the cupcake. Still not entirely sold on the concept of solid food, she doesn't try to take a bite of the cupcake, but at least smashes it and licks some frosting off her fingers. 

“I'll go get her cleaned up and changed for presents,” Ethan tells Luis, with a peck on the cheek. “You should go ahead and get something to eat. And drink some wine too. 

Luis does have a slice of cake and then tries to play a good host with a glass of wine in hand, greeting their handful of friends as he drinks because he knows that the second Ethan comes back with Rosa he'll have tunnel vision and forget it's not just the three of them there. 

Ethan brings Rosa back, dressed in her mushroom footie pajamas instead of her fancy dress. Back in her highchair, Luis and Ethan pass her the presents. She's definitely on the younger side as far as ability to open presents go, but her curiosity gives her enough determination to get most of the wrapping paper off each present herself after Ethan or Luis get them started for her. The presents aren't anything big, just toys and some animal picture books, but Rosa will certainly get enjoyment out of them.

It's the hardest thing Luis has ever done, handing Rosa to Claire. But he manages to without shedding a tear, because it's for something he's been looking forward to for a long time: his “first dance” with Ethan. Ethan looks uneasy at the sight of someone else taking his baby, but he stuffs his paranoia down and smiles as Luis pulls him to the dance floor, because he has a promise to keep. 

…

“So, Dr. Winters,” Luis teases. “Can you perhaps lift your bed rest order? I've been back a couple weeks, baby's fine, my bruises from the trip are gone. I need to move around, I'm going crazy.” “Is that really what you think, I've been ordering you to rest all the time?” Ethan looks just a little bit horrified by the thought that Luis thinks he's been too controlling. “It wasn't like that, I just offered to bring you things and carry you around because it seemed like you needed it. I wouldn't have stopped you if you started getting out of bed and walking around on your own.” “I'm just teasing, I know you weren't really forbidding me from anything. And I did need the extra help. Really, I was in rough shape. But now that I'm feeling a bit better, I'd like to get on my own two feet again.” “As long as you're feeling up to it,” Ethan says, helping Luis up from the couch. “You just want to walk around outside for a while?” “No. Put some music on, I want to dance with you, mi amor,” Ethan shoots him a skeptical look. “Nothing strenuous! Just some slow dancing so I can get my feet moving and think about how in love with you I am.” “Okay,” Ethan agrees hesitantly, walking over to the stereo to get a CD playing before coming back to Luis. “But you've got a history of not accepting your limits and pushing yourself too hard, so you have to promise me you'll take it really easy and listen to your body when it's telling you to stop.” Figuring out the logistics of dancing is harder than it should be. Ethan can't stand behind Luis and wrap his arms around the front of his waist to sway together because the fact Luis is taller makes it awkward. Eventually they end up facing each other, Luis's arms resting on Ethan's shoulders, Ethan's hands on the sides of Luis's waist. Occasionally his hands wander down to fondle Luis's hips, a pleasant surprise– after the night he accidentally left scratches on his hip, Luis expected him to be too nervous to go anywhere near his hips.

While they make it work, the dancing still isn't ideal. Luis can't get closer like he wants to, can't lean in for a kiss because his damn back hurts all the time and especially hates when he dares to bend it even slightly. He also feels a little bit awkward that he's dancing wearing only his underwear and one of Ethan's shirts.  But at least he's touching Ethan and Ethan's touching him and Ethan's looking at him like he's the most important person in the universe.

“God, I hate this. I danced with my first boyfriend a lot. We got fancy with it. Fast, lots of twirling and spinning, dipping…” Luis trails off. “Can't do any of that shit now. I can't even press my body all the way against yours.” “Just a few months. Just a few months and we'll have our princess here and you'll be healed up and able to do everything again,” Ethan reassures. One of his hands leaves his waist to touch Luis's “necklace”– the engagement ring currently on a necklace chain because Luis can't wear it on his finger yet. “You'll be my husband in a few months. And you'll be able to dance however you want at our wedding. I can't promise I'll be able to keep up with the fancy stuff you can do, but I can promise I'll try my best to.”

True to his word, Ethan can't match Luis's grace and speed, but does his best, letting Luis drag him across the makeshift dance floor and twirl him around. Luis is even tipsy enough to dip Ethan with no fear of dropping him, and bite his neck like they don't have an audience. 

“Okay, that's enough,” Ethan states when Luis pulls him back to his feet. “I know you're mostly healed, but supporting my weight like that is too much, you're going to hurt yourself.”

Ethan's words get Luis misty eyed. So similar to something Leon once said to him. But for once being reminded of Leon doesn't fill Luis with despair. There was a time when his attraction to Ethan was primarily based on his similarities to Leon, like he was just an inferior substitute to his dead lover. But that changed, and he grew to love Ethan for he really was. His marriage to Ethan won't be anything like being married to Leon would have been, and that's okay. Ethan isn't Leon, but he's the only other person Luis has ever been so head over heels for. 

“Hey, was that too much?” Ethan asks, concerned about the tears gathering in Luis's eyes. “Do you need to go inside and lay down?”

“No, I'm okay,” Not wanting to spoil the mood, Luis gives Ethan a reassuring smile. “Just happy tears.”

“Okay. Good,” It's Ethan's turn to drag his new husband away from the dance area back towards Claire. “Rose still needs her fathers-daughter dance. It'll be slow with her, so you won't be pushing yourself.”

Rosa smiles and starts reaching her hands out when she sees her dads walking towards her. No matter how many times it happens, Luis's heart always melts when she smiles at him. Claire compliments their dancing while Luis gets the baby carrier back on, then Claire hands Rosa over, both smiling. 

The newlyweds start dancing again, now with their baby in the mix. Sandwiched between her two fathers, swaying with Luis's gentle motions, Rosa is quite content with her current situation. 

…

The guests are all gone, it's just the three of them. Ethan moved Rosa's bassinet away from the bed, far enough that she fades into the background, but still in their line of sight and close enough that they won't be worried about something happening to her while they fool around. Then Ethan climbs up on the bed and straddles Luis's lap. They haven't had sex since before Rosa's birth, their longest dry spell. Between how long it's been and the alcohol, Luis quickly feels warm arousal pooling deep inside him. The problem is he also feels the fatigue setting in.

“Luis, get the strap on?”

“How mad would you be if I said I wasn't feeling up to it tonight?”

“Not as mad as I'd be if you weren't feeling up to it and did it anyway because you didn't want to disappoint me,” Ethan gets off Luis's lap but sets a hand on his inner thigh. It's a very intimate but nonsexual gesture– it's the area where the chemical burns caused enough nerve damage that Luis doesn't get much sexual pleasure from it being touched. Which Ethan knows; he's always very careful to stick to the areas that actually feel good when he's trying to get Luis off. “Is it just the topping you're not up for, is there something else we can do?”

“Not anything that's even close to meeting expectations for a wedding night,” Knowing Ethan will insist on asking if there's anything at all Luis would do, he keeps talking. “I'd take oral and fingers. I know you were expecting a lot more tonight, I'm sorry, I'm just a lot more tired than I thought I'd be.”

“It's okay, Luis. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy each other, there's no reason to rush anything, okay?” Ethan repositions himself yet again, moving to straddle one of Luis's thighs and lets his hands wander over Luis's body, down his chest and stomach. One hand cups his hip and stays there, his other hand hesitantly traces the skin just about the waistband of Luis's underwear, waiting for permission to go further. “You ready?”

…

Luis is set for the best sleep of his life– he's had a long day of activity, and a great orgasm courtesy of his fiancé's husband's fingers. And Rosa should be tired out enough to sleep through the night. 

Right when he's on the edge of sleep, he hears Rosa start fussing in her bedside bassinet. Luis just sighs. She should be fine. While Luis had been undressing and taking his makeup off, Ethan had changed and fed her. Soon she stops crying and starts babbling. Just nonsensical strings of syllables she enjoys saying.

“Do you want me to go downstairs with her so you can sleep?” Ethan asks.

“No,” Luis replies. “I don't mind the babbling.”

Her bassinet is on Luis's side of the bed, so Ethan still has to get up to grab her, even though he's just moving her to the bed and not leaving the room. 

“Hey, Rosa, what do you want?” Ethan asks, and he gets a gibberish response along the lines of ‘bababababa.’ “Bottle already? You ate just a little bit ago.”

“Babababa. Bick. Bookeh,” Luis manages to lift his heavy eyelids and reaches towards his nightstand, finding a book to hold up. Rosa reaches her arms out and starts squirming in Ethan's arms, trying to get to the book. They'd skipped the bedtime story routine tonight, expecting that the wedding would have been enough activity and stimulation that she'd be ready to fall asleep without being read to. They thought wrong, evidently. “Bookeh! Bookeh!”

“You picked a bad time to say your first word. Me and Daddy are too beat to properly celebrate it tonight,” Suddenly less exhausted, Luis sits up and scoots over so he's shoulder to shoulder with Ethan, and then opens the picture book and places it where Rosa's little hands can reach the pages. “And I must admit, I'm a little disappointed your first word wasn't Daddy. But it's okay, book is a good word.”

“Sometimes it feels like she's less our daughter and more your clone. Your skin tone, your eyes, your hair. And clearly she's got your smarts too,” Ethan smiles and kisses Luis's cheek. “Not that I'm complaining. I know you don't believe you're perfect, but I do, so her taking more after you is perfect in my eyes.”

Ethan lets the conversation die there, shifting his focus from Luis back to Rosa and starts reading the book to her. Luis lays back down. As much as he wants to stay up with his little family longer, he really is exhausted. It was a long day with far more physical activity than Luis is used to. And as much as Luis hates to admit it, deep down he knows his body still isn't at 100%. He feels a hell of a lot better at 6 months postpartum than he did at 6 weeks, but he still doesn't have as much energy as he used to and finds himself needing more sleep than he's ever needed before. Between the mold making him superhuman and the fact he isn't a few months postpartum like Luis is, Ethan is far more equipped to stay up long enough to get Rosa settled and ready to sleep.

Luis dozes off listening to Ethan read, and Rosa cooing and babbling in response to the story and pictures.

…

“I loved you from the moment I found out you existed,” Ethan speaking and a page turning is what Luis hears as soon as he wakes up. “Don't tell him I said this, but I was pretty mad at your papi when he told me he was having you. I loved him and he was giving me something I'd wanted for a really long time, getting to start a family. But he kept you a secret for a long time. He hid everything as long as he could. It made me upset because everything would have been easier if he'd told me sooner and I could have taken care of him and stopped him from doing some stupid things and had more time to–”

“Wow,” Luis says, light-heartedly. There was a time Ethan's words would have hurt him, but it's water under the bridge now. Luis knows he handled the situation badly, but he also knows Ethan has forgiven him for everything, and he's secure in that knowledge. Gone are the days of Luis waking up alone and having a panic attack because the hormones convinced him that Ethan must have abandoned him and their unborn child. He rolls over and sits up, seeing Ethan going through their family scrapbook with Rosa, of course open to a couple of the pages covering the pregnancy. She smiles and coos over the pictures, recognizing Luis's face. “Shit talking me to our daughter the morning after our wedding?”

“You weren't supposed to hear that,” Ethan's face goes white as a ghost. “But I was just about to get to how I understood why you hid that you were pregnant and forgave you.”

“Relax, mi regalo. I'm not upset. You had every right to be mad at me, for more than just hiding things. I'm glad you're fine being one and done, because I can't imagine going through those hormones again, I don't know how you put up with me yelling at you and crying over nothing everyday for two months…” Luis lays back down and closes his eyes. He knows all the pictures in the album well enough to imagine anything Ethan might be pointing to. “Pretend I'm still asleep and keep going through the album with her, I don't want to ruin your special moment.”

“Well, as I was saying, even though I was mad I still loved both of you. I forgave your papi fast. I couldn't be mad when he showed me the pictures of you. I couldn't be upset when I knew I'd be holding a perfect baby in a couple months. So I took good care of him to make sure you'd both be healthy and proposed because I already knew I wanted to be with him forever. And a couple months later…” Luis hears Ethan turn the page, and then more cooing. “A couple months later… I don't know if this is really my story to tell…” Ethan pauses, waiting for Luis to jump in, but he stays quiet. Frankly, it's more Ethan's story to tell. The pain was enough to fog up Luis's memories of the day. “It was a little bit scary. I was scared something could be wrong with you and it would be my fault because I'm infected with mold, and your papi was in a lot of pain and I was scared I could lose both of you. But you were born and you were perfect, even a little bigger and smarter than you should have been. And Papi had a hard time and needed a lot of rest, but he was okay and even wanted to take care of you right after.”

“This is when I was going to read you a letter I wrote you for your half birthday last night when I couldn't sleep, but,” Ethan pauses and glances over at Luis. “We're not alone like I thought we'd be and it's a little embarrassing how sappy I got, so let's save that for another day.”

[call-me-copycat]

Welcome! こんにちは! ⛩️

Links:

Fic Masterlist

Art Masterlist

Before You Read Anything of Mine! (Info)

Drawing Game + Art Requests

Here's a bunch of kaomojis for you to use!

Join my MHA community! ♡

About Me!

Hello! My name is Michiko, but please call me Michi or by my username, CopyCat! I'm fine with some nicknames as well! *ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

I write and draw art for My Hero Academia (just MHA right now)

I'm accepting writing requests! Requests will always be open, so please feel free to stop by! You can ask on anon, and it's completely free! I'm fine with multiple requests and super long and complex requests too!

It just might take me some time to complete them right now, but I always strive for quality! I normally try to keep my fics around 5k+ words. Bonus since sometimes I have to do lots of research on things I'm not familiar with to avoid a poorly written request

Other than writing and drawing I love Japan and Japanese culture! I also love lots of cute things as well (especially cats) ( ⑉¯ ꇴ ¯⑉ )

I also like biology and biotech! I'll admit I'm a bit of a STEM nerd (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

I'm open to anyone who wants to just chat! I like getting tagged in tag games and hearing about someone's day! It's a bit of a struggle for me to talk to people, but I always try to put in the effort!

It's a pleasure meeting you! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১

Writing Requests

Characters I'm better at writing:

Aizawa

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Shinso

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Anything really

Present Mic

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Midnight

Platonic Only ➜ Mentor/Aunt/Caregiver, etc

Shirakumo

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

All Might

Platonic Only ➜ Mentor/Uncle/Father Figure/Caregiver, etc

Deku

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Bakugo

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Jiro

Platonic Only ➜ Friends/Best Friends

Tokoyami

Platonic/Romantic ➜ Any Request is fine

Detective Tsukauchi

Platonic Only

Nezu

Platonic Only

Recovery Girl

Platonic Only

Tamaki

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Other Characters:

I'm fine with writing pretty much any MHA character, although there are some that I'm better with. Just ask and I'll tell you if I can write them or not!

I do mainly write for Shinso and Aizawa, so if you can then I'd suggest asking for them (๑´ㅂ`๑)ŧ‹"ŧ‹"

Will Write:

I'll write for a wide range of things!

Fluff

Angst

Yandere

Action

Horror (good with this)

Complex/long requests

Mind Control/Brainwashing

Hurt/Comfort

Mental illnesses/health (most likely for hurt/comfort)

Slow Burn

Amnesia Fic

Body Swap

Childhood friends/friends/enemies to lovers

Strictly platonic fics

Arranged marriage/regular marriage

Slice of life

Darker content such as Death, torture, interesting ways of thinking, etc. (As long as it has a resolution)

If you have any questions as to what you want to request, please ask! If I can't write for something all the way then I'll be sure to try to find a night ground! ୧(`꒳´* )ว𓈒𓏸

Won't Write:

Political or overly religious prompts (with exceptions, such as it helps drive the plot forward)

Anything that has to do with real people

I don't do character x character (sorry, nothing against it!)

Male reader ( I have nothing against male readers, but since I'm female I find it rather difficult writing from a different perspective). I will write from a gender neutral point of view though :⁠-⁠)

Any hate in general towards an undeserving person/group

Anything other than MHA, although I do like to write short stories and poems from time to time

Overall for Requests:

If you have a request, please send it in! I love getting them, and I always try to write something that won't disappoint. Anons are on, and if you wish to stay anonymous but want to be remembered, then you can sign off with an emoji, symbol, or nickname.

So far my anons are:

🧼

🧚

Extra Disclaimer (s):

PLEASE DO NOT FEED ANY OF MY WRITING INTO ANY AI IN ORDER TO FINISH IT. JUST ASK ME.

NOBODY HAS PERMISSION TO CREDIT THEMSELVES ON ANY OF MY WORKS UNLESS EXPLICITLY STATED. THANK YOU

My Tags!

These are just some ways I've recently been trying to implement to make it easier to navigate my blog. I've only recently created this system for myself, so I'm sorry if it's a bit jumbled!

💬 - Just chatting with someone or random personal posts where I'm just talking

📌 - A post I loved and want to visit again / think is important

🎋 - General messages/asks from others (like from ask games or just sweet messages I receive)

💌 - Can also be used for sweet messages/Notes I really enjoyed

🍱 - Foods/Recipes I want to come back to

🧧 - Educational Japanese/Korean/Chinese content

🎏 - Events/Holidays/Birthdays

🎐 - Cute things!

🩹 - Vent Posts / Asking for personal help or opinions

🧬 - Interesting science or biotech things

📝 - Writing Prompts / Writing Info

🏮 - Aesthetic Japanese Posts

🔖 - General info I've found helpful

🍥 - Anime/Manga things

🔔 - Polls

🍰 - Cute reactions I plan on using

📎 - Posts I liked (like a lesser form of the pin)

🍬 - Sweet Posts (like inspiration and things)

🪻 - Art I like

🍄 - My friends' posts

🍵 - Anything that I relate to / goals of mine

🗨️ - A post with just text (normally short) that isn't mine

📢 - Something important I need to get across

My Hero Academia - General MHA stuff

➜ Along with that I tag the characters

CopyCat Writes - Fics I've made

CopyCat Draws - My Art

My friends ♡ - Anything that has to do with my friends (messages/posts)

Favorite art style - Art styles I really like

Thank you all for your time! If you ever want to talk or be friends or anything, then I'll be here! I'm a bit awkward when it comes to talking, but I enjoy getting to meet new people!

I hope you all have a lovely day! Wishing you the best! (៸៸᳐>𖥦<៸៸᳐ )੭ﾞ

Link to the old "Welcome" post

[shirogane-oushirou]

trying out procreate brushes again but with more Purpose. i found a fantastic ballpoint pen, alongside some ink-based brushes that give you Sloppy Effects... which i appreciate as someone whose ballpoint drawings always ended up a smudgy mess no matter how hard i tried to avoid it ;;;

(and a colored version to play with his fursona's colors a little + see how he looks with slightly more accurate paws and proportions hehe)

[pxgeturner]

ooh ooh ooh! can i request "can i hold your hand?" with a sunshine!reader and my angel robin buckley? thank you angel!

thank you bambi!! i loved writing this chaotic little piece. i haven’t written for robin in so long :/ i was so happy when you made a request for her!!

wc: 457

an: reader is kinda nd-coded. also the stim word scene is actually based on me and a friend

“uh, robin, you might want to check on your girlfriend. think she’s uh, not doing so good.” steve nudges the blonde girl. she looks over to the service counter, seeing her cute girl flipping through a magazine.

eobin keeps shelving titles. “she’s just relaxing, reading.”

“and plotting a murder.” he says as he sets down a case of tapes.

“what do you mean?” she spins around to face him.

“i think she’s planning to use the latest pair of stilettos as the murder weapon.”

“i’ll- go check on her.”

walking over to the counter, she can see you’ve almost finished with your magazine. robin enters earshot she stops, hearing you mutter “murder, murder,” she stays planted for a minute or two, listening to you whisper the word every few seconds. you close the magazine an take a look around the store, landing on robin.

“hi birdie!” you wave at her.

“hi bub,” she smiles.

“whatcha doooin’?”

“looking at you, my cute girlfriend.” you smile and blush, leaning half of your face into your hands. robin comes over to the counter.

uou opened your fingers a bit, “you’re cuter,” she kisses your forehead.

“how’s the literature?” she sits on the counter.

“incredibly stimulating,” you giggle.

“you sure?”

“what do you mean?” you tilt your head

“murder,”

you dramatically deflat, putting your head to the smooth surface and groaning, “i need to find a new one, huh?”

“steve thought you went to the dark side, bub, thought you were scheming.”

you gasp, “never!” you turn to look at steve, cupping around your mouth, “STEVE! I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF KILLING ANYONE, EVER!” steve drops the tapes in his hands. You hop on the counter, “honestly, birdie, it could be worse.”

She’s still laughing, “h-how?”

“ne of my friend’s stim word is cunt.”

Your girlfriend has collapsed.

“i vote that one,”

robin gets up and has to get back to work, so she abandons you momentarily. you pull out a book and check the time, only twenty minutes until she clocks out.

right when the clock hits three, you yell, “birdie! time to leave!” coming back from clocking out, she pulls you into her.

“so impatient,” she kisses you.

“it is important to have a work-life balance.” you nod. The two of you exit the store, “can we get burgers?”

“can i hold your hand?”

“absolutely!” you kiss robin’s cheek, she grabs your hand.

“let's grab the food and go to your house?”

“you just want to watch the tape of children of paradise” you two cross the street to get to the diner.

“that’s not fair bub, your couch is also way comfier than mine.”

“fine, but you’re getting me a milkshake.”

“cookie’s n’ cream?”

“you got it,” you squeeze robin’s hand.

[serqphites]

i get butterflies every time i sprint as lara n she makes those lil effort noises chat am i cooked 🙏

[shot-by-cupid]

Posting cringe again leave me alone

[merakiui]

MERAAA, I NEED TO START READING YOUR TAGS! The stepsister camgirl, omg what if Floyd and Jade team up on teasing Riddle? Like Floyd mentions a fun new game with a possible side reward of a fun toy to share 😜. Idk if they should stalk/flirt and take the step sister down or tease Riddle about doing it so much so that Riddle takes the situation into his own hands and takes his step sister first. To show her first hand how gross guys are and how she shouldn't be showing off her body to strangers (and his school mates) without knowing the consequences.

Sorry if that was too long and totally not ok, but I love your writing and it's always such a treat to see it on my dash. If it's ok and available can I be your 🍄 anon?

OOOOOOOO Floyd's always flirting with you every chance he gets and Jade stalks you from a distance. >:) can you imagine getting a rose tattoo or some sort of symbol that many associate Riddle with and it's in such an intimate area, too........ Riddle watches your streams because he has to see why you're so popular with his classmates and why those scummy Leech twins won't leave you alone. No other reason. It's definitely not because he's using your videos and photos to get off! No, no, no!!! >_< perish the thought!!! But ooooo Queen have mercy on him; he sees that tattoo and it's over. T_T

Riddle will literally beg you not to visit him at NRC; that's how desperate he is to keep his step-sister away from school (and all to himself). You have no idea how many horny students want to meet you. He drafts an entire list of rules for when you do visit and some of them are so outlandish. "You have to stay within xx amount of distance to him." or "You're only allowed to be alone with Riddle and maybe Trey." or "You are not allowed to step foot in Octavinelle no matter what you do." Naturally, you think your step-brother is being ridiculously overprotective and you bicker with him over his foolish rules. God, Riddle just wants you to shut up and listen. >:( he's this close to kissing you on the mouth to earn your silence (because slapping is wrong and hurtful, and he could never lay a hand on you. So kissing is much better)!

Since there aren't any empty rooms available in Heartslabyul, Riddle allows you to stay in his room for the duration of your stay. That's the last thing you want, but then at least your step-brother is reliable. So when you come whining to him about feeling insatiable (aphrodisiac) or how your breasts started leaking milk (lactation potion), he has to be a good brother and help you out. <3 maybe he's a little thankful the students here are so wicked because he could never sabotage his dear step-sister. :) he'll leave that to the rule-breakers. Besides, if he doesn't get to enjoy his first time with you who knows what brute will snatch you up?

Also, you and Riddle have the nastiest, filthiest, most vile hate sex. You bring out the worst in him. The worst being his riding crop from equestrian club hehe. <3

[woosluv]

everything i didn’t say — hongjoong

- pairing: fem!reader x hongjoong

- rating / genre: G / fluff, angst, friends to lovers

- word count: 2.8k

- warnings: bad writing 🤡, eating scenes throughout, slight emotional constipation from everyone, mention of anxiety throughout, mentions feeling abandoned, heartbreak and then everything works out lol, kissing

- note: this moves kinda fast since it is a one shot for a specific person lol. this is also loosely inspired by everything i didn’t say by 5sos, except they were never in an official relationship. also, it takes like a weird turn and shifts weird halfway through? and this is my first work i’ve written since i last posted so i’m still getting into the groove of things i’m sorry 😭 anyway! this is dedicated to @carmelakimtodoroki for the special exchange event in @kflixnet !! hope you like what i wrote for you <3 @underworldnet

you sigh as you rub your eyes in exhaustion. another late night studying had snuck up on you. and even though you had promised your best friend you would try to keep your studying to a reasonable hour, you had gotten carried away going through all your case studies your professor had recommended you read.

you sit there for a moment before your stomach rumbles, breaking the silence in your room. you grab your stomach, hunger taking over now that you weren’t distracted by your studies. you decide it’s time to stop for the night, both your body and the time on your clock urging you to eat and sleep before you pass out at your desk.

you quickly got up and slipped an oversized hoodie and your pink slippers before making your way out of the apartment and towards the 7/11 down the street. you take the moment to take in the fresh air and the sound of the wind blowing softly passed you.

“yn!” you turn to face the direction the voice came from, a smile pulling at your lips when you see it’s your best friend, hongjoong. “joong.” you close your eyes and take a deep breath when he engulfs you in a warm embrace.

“why don’t you have pants on?” you open your eyes and look towards hongjoong in confusion. “what do you mean?” you lift your hoodie to showcase your pink shorts hiding underneath the large hoodie. hongjoong looks at you with a cute pout, an underlying firmness hidden behind it as he whined to you. “next time you wanna go out late at night, invite me. i don’t want anything happening to you. there’s a lot of bad people around.” you nod, looping your arm around his so you can pull him the rest of the way towards the bright convenience store just ahead. “you got it. now let’s go get some food, i’m starving.”

hongjoong followed you around the convenience store with a basket in hand, ready for when you picked out another snack you were craving. you spoke absentmindedly as you stated at the ice cream freezer. “let’s get ice cream after we finish eating.” hongjoong agrees and follows you to the cashier, putting his card on the counter as you reached for your wallet in your pocket.

you pouted. “i was gonna pay.” hongjoong chuckled as he grabbed the bag of food and walked towards the counter to heat everything up. “it’s fine. you can pay for the ice cream.” you sigh and nod in agreement.

“how’s your studying going?” you look at hongjoong leaning against the counter, arms propped on the edge behind him. you look him over as you speak. “it’s fine, i had a lot of work to do today but the case studies are really interesting.” hongjoong nods as he listens to you intently. “i see you’re still forgetting to eat dinner.” he’s scolding you now and you can’t help the blush that heats your face at his observation. “i told you, i don’t do it on purpose. i just lose track of time.”

hongjoong is carefully bringing your bowl of food towards you, speaking only once he’s placed it in front of you, one hand leaning on the table and the other on the back of the stool you’re sitting on as he speaks. “maybe i should make you live with me or something, because how am i supposed to make sure you’re taking care of yourself otherwise. i won’t know for sure unless i’m the one taking care of you.”

hongjoong is speaking to himself but you turn away at the way the heat rushes back to your face. “what are you even saying hongjoong.” you scoff as you bring a bite of food up to your mouth. hongjoong chuckles as he brings a hand up to wipe the sauce away from your chin and the corners of your mouth. “i’m saying you’re really just my big baby that i need to take care of 24/7.” you stare at him as he goes back to the counter to heat up his own food.

x

hongjoong meant what he said that night. he practically lived with you at this point, showing up at your doorstep at any hour with take out in hand or groceries to cook for you. he would knock out on the couch for a bit and when it was getting too late for hongjoong, he’d pull your glasses off your face and guide you to your bed where he’d tuck you in and then join in right behind you.

you’d seen more of hongjoong in a week than you had in the past month. his new dedication to really taking care of you all day every day brought on astray thoughts that you had never really considered since you first met the pretty boy all those years ago.

you pull yourself out of your head when you realize you were staring at hongjoong as he strummed random chords on his guitar, humming words you couldn’t quite hear. you decide it’s time for a break and join him on the couch.

“can you play something for me? it’s been a while since i’ve heard you play.” hongjoong nods as he takes a second to think of what he wants to play for you and then set up. you smile as you listen to the soft strumming of his fingers on the guitar.

the notes floated nicely around the room, the sweet tone of hongjoong’s voice following close behind. you watched as he immersed himself fully into the song, eyes closed as he sang each word wholeheartedly. you smiled as you watched him, so in his element and so authentically himself without a doubt.

just as he reached the bridge, the ringing of a phone startled you both out of whatever trance you were in. hongjoong’s eyes opened, flitting around the table as he searched for his phone. you decided to go get something to drink for you both as he picked up the phone.

“hello?” you could hear him answer the phone. you turned away as you pulled the pitcher of juice you made out of the fridge. “what? yeah. why?” you could hear the annoyance creeping up in his voice as the conversation continued. you looked at him worriedly. you could tell he was trying to be subtle and not let his emotions get out of control. finally, the conversation seemed to come to an end. “fine.”

you turned to put away the pitcher when you saw him stand and put his phone in his pocket. hongjoong sighed before gathering all his things in his bag and turning towards you. “sorry, i have to go. i’ll see you later, yeah?” you smiled and nodded as he made his way out the door.

x x

you didn’t see him later. in fact, you hadn’t seen him since that very moment when hongjoong walked out of your apartment 6 months ago. he had disappeared into thin air for a while. he didn’t answer your first few texts where you expressed your worry and asked if he was ok, you never saw him on campus anymore, and all your calls to his phone wouldn’t even go through. you let it be after the first few times. you had taken the hint and went on with life, but you couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered around the crowd of faces every time you stepped on campus.

you sighed as you averted your eyes to the ground. you didn’t want to disappoint yourself for the umpteenth time in the past couple of months. you scolded yourself internally, telling yourself that it wasn’t worth it. that he wasn’t worth it.

suddenly, you’re stumbling back, two large hands grabbing you by your arms to steady you. “oh my goodness, i’m sorry. i wasn’t watching where i was going. are you ok?” you were looking forward now to see who you had accidentally bumped into.

it’s a tall boy, eyes soft and worried as he looked you over. you nodded. “i’m fine. i wasn’t even close to falling. and besides, i wasn’t looking where i was going either.” you offer him a smile. he sighs in relief. “uh, can i offer you come eat with me and my friends later? i feel bad now.” you put your hands up and shake your head. “you really don’t have to. it’s no big deal.”

the guy looks at his watch before he puts his hand out towards you. “give me your phone. i’ll put my number in and text you the spot and time.” you don’t know why you’re so compliant, but you give this random, nameless guy your unlocked phone after he asked for it. he hands it back. “i’ll see you later. bye!” and he’s off running in the opposite direction.

x x x

you honestly forget about your run in with the random guy earlier in the day. you were busy with school and rushing to get assignments done between classes. you’re just going about your day normally until your phone buzzes with a message.

yunho: meet at kbbq spot on the corner of first and third at 5 pm !

you smile at the text. of course. he even sounded cute over text. you respond in acknowledgment and continue with your homework until you need to get ready. but you can’t focus. not when you have dinner with a cute guy and his possibly cute friends in two hours. you sigh and lean back in your chair, holding your tummy as it tightens with anxiousness.

you decided you needed a shower to calm your nerves and also to freshen yourself up. the warm water relaxed your body and the smell of your floral scented soap calmed your senses.

with a newfound sense of calm, you opened your eyes and began washing your body, taking your time to scrub every part that you could reach and then treating yourself with your favorite body scrub afterwards.

you took your time looking through your clothes before settling on a lavender knitted sweater, light wash jeans, and your classic high top converse. something simple but still cute and satisfying. after you pinned your fringe back, you grabbed your bag and pulled out your phone to text yunho that you were on your way.

you spotted yunho first when you arrived. he smiled big as you approached, his hair jumping slightly as he excitedly bounced in his spot. you smiled back. “hey!” yunho pulled you towards where you guessed his friends were sitting. “hey! i’m glad you could make it. my friends are already sitting, they were waiting for us.” you nodded and followed him in excitement. “i hope they weren’t waiting too long.” yunho shook his head. “nah. and if they did, so what? they can wait.” you laughed at yunho’s words.

“hey everyone, this is the person i was telling you about.” you look across the table and freeze when you see who’s seated there. a chorus of greetings echoes around but you can’t help but just stand there as you think of a million ways you could possibly escape right now. you looked at yunho as he began introducing everyone. “this is seonghwa, yeosang, that’s san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho and that's hongjoong. and yuna is wooyoung’s girlfriend, mina is with seonghwa, and haneul is with hongjoong.” despite the wave of emotions you were feeling, you couldn’t help the genuine smile that pulled at your lips when you saw how happy and excited yunho was to introduce you to his friends, even though the situation had just rocked your world. “guys, this is yn.”

dinner had been going pretty well, with minimal contact with hongjoong. yunho, mingi and wooyoung had been keeping you busy for the most part, playing around and asking all sorts of questions. “oh my god!” wooyoung laughed at mingi as he sat there, pouting at the giant red stain on his pants.

you laughed a bit at the two before looking through your bag and pulling out a tiny tide stain remover stick. “maybe this will work?” mingi snatched it quickly and immediately rubbed at the stain on his pants. the stain didn’t completely lift, but it looked significantly better than how he had started. “ynnie, thank you so much. my life savior, i could kiss you right now.” you laughed as you grabbed the stick back from him. the comfort you felt with them brought out a side you had only ever shared with your closest friend who sat a couple chairs down. “dang, at least take me out first.” mingi doubled over in laughter at your words, causing you to smile big as you grabbed a few pieces of meat from the grill to place on the others plates.

x x

dinner had gone well and with no hiccups and now you were walking home, taking your time and taking in your surroundings. you were in a great mood, no doubt.

“hey, wait up!” you’re interrupted by someone’s gentle hand on your shoulder. you turn around to face the culprit and start panicking inside when you see hongjoong. “hey.” his cheeks and nose are pink from the cold weather, but you can’t help but think about how soft and cute he looks at this moment. he has a girlfriend.

your voice doesn’t want to work when you go to respond. “hey.” your voice is soft as you look him in the eyes, taking in how much his features have changed since the last time you saw him. he even looked at you with those same eyes, all soft and gentle as he took care of you.

“i wanted to tell you i’m sorry.” you’re a bit stunned and confused. “what do you mean?” hongjoong looks at you confused. “for everything. for invading your space 24/7, for not telling you anything, for not calling or texting… for leaving you with no explanation that day.” you exhale loudly at his apology. you never thought you’d hear an apology from him, let alone see him again.

“i had to leave. they made me leave you.” you put your hands out to stop him. “why are you apologizing?” hongjoong falters and begins fidgeting around when you ask him that. “look, i appreciate it, but i don’t understand. it felt like you played me, like everything was a lie. you hurt me, hongjoong.”

“i know, i know. i didn’t mean to.” you shake your head. “no, hongjoong. i don’t think you do know. do you know how it feels to be taken care of, loved, cherished so deeply?” hongjoong nods at your question. “and do you know how it feels to have that ripped away out of nowhere with zero explanation? abandoned? and the thoughts that ran through my head?” you scoff when hongjoong just looks at you. “goodbye, hongjoong.” you go to turn away but he grabs your wrist. “wait.”

your upset and you want to leave so you can lay in bed and cry over losing your best friend and the only man you had ever truly loved the way that you did. “what, hongjoong. i’m tired, i want to go home.” hongjoong could see the tears welling up in your eyes. “do you remember the song i sang for you that day?” you take a deep breath and look away for a moment to catch your breath and push the tears down. “yeah, i do.” he sighed. “you remember the words?” you looked at him and nodded.

“i could never tell you because i was too scared of ruining our friendship, but i love you.” the air was knocked out of you in that instant. “i’ve loved you since the moment we met when you got mad at me for passing my test perfectly without trying when you worked so hard. i’ve loved you since graduation when you got me that personalized guitar and took me busking in different cities all night to support my dreams. i loved you then and i love you now.”

you’re speechless. “but you have a girlfriend.” hongjoong takes that as a good sign and chuckles as he grabs your hands. “she’s not actually my girlfriend, just someone my parents have been trying to set me up with. the guys like her and get along, so i bring her around sometimes.” you nod. “so… what do you say?” you look at him for a moment, trying to process everything you just heard.

you smile at him and then nod. hongjoong smiles back before placing both his hands on your cheeks and pulling you in close. “thank you.” he whispers so softly you can barely hear him. the only thing you do is reach up a little further before placing your lips on his. you pulled back slightly so you could speak to him softly. “i love you too.”

[witchofthemidlands]

this probably won't reach anyone because i'm not even sure if this 10 year old show even has any active followers of it but to anyone who loved the following, did anyone actually watch series 3? this was one of my favourite shows in the world but i never saw the final season because one half of my fav died in the series 2 finale & i know the other died at some point during the 3rd season. would anyone recommend finishing the show properly?

[macabrecravings]

Fate Takes a Turn

Chapter 1: Abduction

Julie Crawford/Sonny Williams || Maria Flores/Danny Gaines, Ana Flores/Leland McKinney, Connie Taylor/Original Character

A/N: Today @thedrakonian18 and I released the first chapter of Fated Lover's sequel!!! :D This fic takes place within the events of the game, but it will be a diversion. Instead of being killed, Maria gets abducted.

Before Maria could swing at the giant, Sissy snatched the bat out of her hand and held her down. “PLEASE! DONT! DONT! PLEASE LET ME GOOOO!!!!!!” She screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks. Sissy’s grip was firm. For her size, she was surprisingly strong. The giant man with the chainsaw was about to end Maria’s life until the other man in the room stopped him.

“Woah, now! Hold on, boy,” He urged, holding a hand out to ease the taller man. He spoke slowly as if he was speaking to a dog.

“Johnny! What’s the meaning of this?!” Sissy snapped at him, crossing her arms. They were so close to getting dinner!

The man– Johnny, sighed briefly before chuckling. “Well, she’s a real purty one, ain’t she?” He stepped forward, walking over to Sissy and Maria. He cupped his fingers under her chin, forcing Maria to look him in the eye.

Sissy scoffed. “If we let every girl go, just cause you thought she was pretty, we would’ve starved ages ago. You ain’t gone soft now, have you?”

Johnny’s face dropped at the accusation. He let go of Maria’s face, so he could scowl in Sissy’s. “Of course, I ain’t gone fuckin’ soft. Get your head outta your ass. This girl right here? She’s different.” He grabbed a hold of Maria’s arm, hard. “Ain’t no harm in keepin’ her around, is there?”

“You’re joking.” The disbelief was clear in Sissy’s voice. She stared at him like she had no idea who he was. “Of course there’s harm in keepin’ her around. You know Drayton would kill you next if she got out. Don’t be so selfish, stop thinking with your dick and let the boy take her already.” She hissed, pulling Maria closer to her chest. The two of them were practically playing tug-of-war with her as the rope.

Read on AO3

[rosefemmee]

I want to send my girlfriend pics of my tits to wake up to but I'm too shy...

[bellysoupset]

Are you going to write any just sexy stories on the honeymoon? Like without sickness, just because these lovebirds deserve to enjoy themselves and have a great honeymoon.

-🩰

😳👀 you guys want that?

Full disclosure, much like with emeto content, I'm more interested in the build up than the result. So I looooove writing sexy talk, making out, even a bit of smut here and there, but the minute it gets repetitive (😉) I lose interest 🙈

That's to say I would very much write some sexy times for my OCs, but probably like... "Tv Sexy" where the moment things get going we fade to black. We're good with that?

[xylathesilkwing]

Happy birthday Aloy!! In celebration, I’ve put out the first chapter of a bigger fic im working on :)) it’s called The Idea of Home, and it’s a big Seyloy centric fic (with the pov of Alva and beta >:) )

I hope y’all enjoy, wanted to say thank you @rodoboo for the inspo on betas clothing!! I know it hasn’t appeared much yet, but wanted to thank you personally :))

this’ll be a bit longer than my other fics for what I’ve planned, but wanted to get this chapter out by our beloved Loy’s bday!! Happy -997 birthday girl!!