#I think they should kiss with tongue 🤷‍♀️

[kaijukebox]

My two lame-ass, drunk girlfriends 😌✌️

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Today’s Reference!

[soulaires]

cardan greenbriar headcanons

I would still adore you with your hands around my neck.

ꨄ︎ He is brutally and unapologetically mean when you first met, he doesn’t really ‘bully’ but makes it clear he HATES you (snickering/laughing w his friends whenever you are in sight or gives backhanded and sarcastic comments )

ꨄ︎ you don’t really entertain him most of the time which drove him MAD he doesn’t really understand why he’s craving for your attention so bad

ꨄ︎ he couldn’t really understand that he liked you o he’s just mean, he doesn’t know how to get your attention without the full on teasing

ꨄ︎ whenever you respond to his teasing, your words cut him like a knife (you hurt his ego, he hurt your pride 🤷‍♀️)

ꨄ︎ the moment he realized he likes you, he just deny, deny, deny, deny.

ꨄ︎ he absolutely hates the way how much he wants you, hates the way he craves for you, your presence, your touch dearly and hates the way he badly want to shut you up by a kiss

ꨄ︎ when he saw you kissed locke, he get irritated and finally starting to accept it

you are currently in a garden, reading a book when suddenly the bane of your existence voice greeted you,

“why did you fucking kissed locke??” Cardan marched towards you as he settled in front of you, you stood up, preparing to leave but he caught your arms.

“I ask you a question, princess. Answer it.” He remarked, the gap between you two is a bit close than ever.

“None of your business, royal highness.” You mocked.

“Why? Why does it have to be him? You have a terrible taste.”

“He’s a good kisser, I would not lie.” you try to get under his skin

“No, he Isn’t.” He argued

“Why do you always have to disagree to everything I say???”

“Because, my dear, If I agree with you, then both of us would be wrong.”

“You drive me crazy, Greenbriar.”

“How crazy?” He mused. “Show me how mad I drive you.”

you rolled your eyes as you start to wak out but cardan was quick to corner you in a tree, your heart is racing, tension is thick and yu could not breath.

he seems to caught onto that as he smirks, “my, my, my, darling, why is your heart racing so fast when I haven’t even touch you, hm?”

you can feel your cheeks heet up as yu raises your eyebrow, “and how would you even know that?”

he grabs your hand and put it on his chest, “because mine is.”

You let your arms away from his beating heart as if it burns you, “you should go.” you breathed out. “Yeah, you should definitely go, cardan.” You distanced yourself but not far enough from him.

“Go where, sweatheart?” his face is much more closer to yours, “here?” You can feel his breath on your shoulder. “Or maybe here?” It moved up to your neck.

“ca—cardan.” You stuttered. You fucking stuttered. You heard him chuckled and moved up to your ear

“Kiss me.” you heard his hoarse voice whispers to your ear.

“What?” Your eyes went wide as you backed away.

“I said, kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it. Kiss me until his taste is out of your lips, kiss me until all you can taste is me. Kiss me.” he begs. All cardan could only think was that he needed you. Needed to taste you, to have his arms around you, to hold you. He could not think straight. “please.”

“Shut up.” You said as you kissed him. Kissed him. You have no excuse for it, not a accidental, forced to, nada. You kissed him.

Cardan quickly melts into the kiss as he tugs you closer. His tongue swept along with your lips and you granted him the permission he craved. It drove him crazy. He dreamed of this very moment, of you, every damned night. Thought about it every hour, about how you would taste, it was a question and answer , a beginning to an end. Cardan Greenbriar could stay like this forever, with you in his arms, with your fingers on his hair. With your lips on his. He devoured you, tasting every bit of you and you heard his desperate whine.

You pulled away but he chased your lips. You guys stared at each other. “I–“ “this never happened.” You are quick to shut him off as you scurried away.

ꨄ︎ he drown himself with alcohol that night.

ꨄ︎ he tried to talk to you but was unsuccessful

ꨄ︎ one day, he had enough and planned to corner you

ꨄ︎ he finally caught on to you

“Lets talk. Stop running away from me.”

“No.”

“Yes.” He argued “stop being stubborn.”

“That was a mistake.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. A mistake that shall never repeat again.”

“Don’t say that.” His voice shakes

“Let’s forget it happened—“

“Again, it hurt me, princess. It hurt me.” Again.

“It’s probably for the best!” You burst out

“No, it is not! Will you please stop driving me crazy?”

“I wanted this—you for so long and im not losing the chance. You have no idea how i wanted this. The way you look at me... I want you to know what it does to me. I want you to feel it. Feel how crazy you make me.”

You went silent as you stepped closer to him, “show me, cardan.” You whispered and he did.

ꨄ︎ now that you guys are dating he became more protective of you, always looking out for you.

ꨄ︎ he would start the next Trojan War for you if you are not in his line of sight

ꨄ︎ oh boy he is CLINGYYYY

ꨄ︎ he calls you lots of pet names like “my queen, love, my love, my darling, sweetheart, angel etc.

ꨄ︎ writes you letters and poem!

ꨄ︎ he’s a sassy man.

ꨄ︎ He loves saying I love yous

ꨄ︎ gorgeous flowers every time!!!

ꨄ︎ his tail unashamedly wrapped around you every time

ꨄ︎ especially when he’s jealous possessive

[cece693]

you wrote about the mad hatter so well... i don't want to overwhelm you, obviously, but i would love a 2nd part!! and maybe in the future you can write some smut scenario with him? 😶‍🌫️

You're Not Crazy Pt. 2 (The Mad Hatter x M! Reader)

Here's the second part :) I'm iffy on writing smut for the Hatter since he's so childlike and I think he wouldn't go that far with someone, he probably finds kissing pleasurable enough, but who knows. I'll probably end up doing it 🤷‍♀️

tags: angst, happy ending, the reader tries to say goodbye, mentions of Alice, the reader is an idiot, but redeems himself

The Hatter's words stung, but you couldn't stay with him. You didn’t belong to Wonderland, as much as you envisioned yourself adapting to the world. You didn’t share its whimsical madness, its strange logic that defied all reason. You loved its colors, its characters—especially him—but deep down, you felt like an outsider playing pretend in a place that wasn’t truly yours.

So, you left.

Back in the real world, everything felt strangely muted. The once-familiar streets seemed dull and lifeless, lacking the vibrancy of Wonderland. Your sister Alice noticed your somber mood almost immediately. She’d seen you come back looking tired or perplexed before, but never like this. It was as if the life was sucked out of you; You weren’t yourself. She knew something big must've happened to put you in such a state.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room, Alice found you sitting by the window, staring off into the distance. She approached quietly, her voice soft. “You’ve been awfully quiet since you got back. What happened in Wonderland?"

You hesitated, the words sat heavily on your tongue, reluctant to be spoken. How could you even begin to describe what had transpired in Wonderland? The way the air had seemed to still when the Hatter looked at you with those wild eyes, the hurt lurking behind his laughter? But after a moment, you sighed and decided to open up, knowing Alice would pester you otherwise.

“The Hatter…he told me to leave. He said I should return home. So, I did.”

Alice watched you carefully, her brow furrowed with concern. “But why would he say that?” she asked softly. She knew the Hatter was eccentric and unpredictable, but she had seen how he looked at you, how his eyes lit up whenever you were near.

You shook your head, frustration mixing with the ache in your chest. “I don’t know.” you admitted, though it wasn’t entirely true. “I think…I think he was afraid. Afraid I’d leave on my own someday, find something more important than him.” Your voice wavered, and you clenched your fists to steady yourself. “He wanted to push me away before I could do it to him.”

Alice remained silent for a moment, her expression softening as she pieced together what you weren’t saying. “So, you just left because he told you to?” she asked, not accusingly but with a kind of gentle reproach. “Without telling him how you felt?”

You looked down, guilt settling like a stone in your stomach. “I thought it was what he wanted.” you murmured. “I didn’t want to hurt him more by staying. But leaving…it felt wrong, too. It still does.”

Alice reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You men and your pride,” she said with a soft chuckle. “You’re both acting like fools. You know that, right?”

“What do you mean?”

She smiled, patient and knowing. “I mean that sometimes, people say things they don’t mean because they’re scared of being hurt. The Hatter’s a complicated man, but he’s not so different from anyone else in that way. You need to go back and talk to him. Really talk to him. Otherwise, you’ll never know what could’ve been.”

Her words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with the doubts and hopes that had been churning inside you since you left. She was right—you couldn’t leave things like this, with both of you hiding behind unspoken fears. You had to face it, face him, and figure out what you truly wanted.

Returning to Wonderland was like stepping back into a dream, one that you’d missed desperately in your time away. The colors were brighter, the sounds sharper, yet everything felt strangely muted by the tension in your chest. As you made your way back to the tea party clearing, you could feel your heart pounding harder with every step, a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

When you arrived, you found the Hatter sitting at his usual spot at the head of the long, cluttered table. He was hunched over, a hat perched lopsided on his head, his fingers busy stitching a ribbon that looked like it was fraying at the ends. His back was to you, but the moment he heard your footsteps crunching on the gravel, he stiffened ever so slightly.

“I didn’t expect you back so soon,” he said, his tone light and airy, but you could hear the strain in it—like a string pulled too tight. “Come to say a proper goodbye?”

You took a deep breath, stepping closer, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on your shoulders. “Yes, but I want to do it right. I don't want to leave with things unresolved between us."

The Hatter turned to face you slowly, his usual mad grin stretching across his face, but it was different this time. His eyes, usually bright and wild, were shadowed, clouded with something you couldn’t quite place. “Well then,” he said, forcing a laugh that sounded more like a broken sigh, “goodbye it is! Off you go, then! Don’t let the rabbit hole hit you on the way out!”

Without thinking, you reached out and pulled him into a hug. His body went rigid at first, as if he didn’t know how to react. You could feel his rapid breaths against your chest, hear the hitch in his throat as he struggled to keep up the façade. Then, slowly, he softened, his arms coming up to clutch at your back, holding you as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered, his voice cracking, caught somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Why are you making this so hard?”

“Because I don’t want to leave you,” you confessed, your voice thick with emotion. “But I don’t know how to stay when I feel like I don’t belong here.”

The Hatter pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “You do belong. To me, you do.”

His words pierced through you, breaking down the last of your defenses. You thought you had made up your mind to leave, to return to the real world where everything made sense, where things followed rules. But in that moment, nothing made sense without him.

You stepped back, letting go of him even though it hurt. “Goodbye, Hatter.” you said softly, turning away. “I’ll miss you.”

As you started up the path that would take you back home, every step felt like dragging a weight behind you. You reached the midway point, the fork in the path where one route would lead you back to reality. You paused, your heart aching with each second that passed. You glanced back, your breath catching in your throat when you saw him still standing there, watching you leave with a look of pure devastation.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t leave him like this.

Turning on your heel, you sprinted back down the path, the wind whipping against your face as you ran. You didn’t stop until you were right in front of him again. His eyes widened in shock, his lips parting to ask something, but you didn’t give him the chance. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him, pouring all the emotion you’d been holding back into that kiss—your fear, your love, your need to stay.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, he stared at you, his eyes wide and searching. “You…you came back?”

“I did,” you said, smiling through the tears in your eyes. “If you’ll have me. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, he looked as if he didn’t believe you, his gaze darting over your face as if trying to find some hint of doubt or hesitation. But then his lips slowly curved into a smile—a real, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. “Oh, yes. Yes, indeed! And we shall have tea every day, and perhaps cake, and perhaps something more delightful!”

You laughed, a lightness settling over you that you hadn’t felt in days. “Sounds like a plan.”

[madhatterbri]

Five Captains | J.W.

Summary: Jay tells Y/N the reasoning behind his scars. Smut. 18+.

Author's Note: May make a mini series about the five captains. 🤷‍♀️ Debating.

Thanks @bullet-clubs-bitch for the use of the photo. ❤️

Tag List: @plentyoffandoms @mrsarcherofinfamy

"Don't," Jay ordered the moment Y/N's fingers went to touch the self-inflicted slashes on his chest. His grip on her wrist was not tight enough to hurt her, but enough to express the seriousness of the situation. "I can think of other places you can touch me,"

He led her hand down his body. Her fingertips barely gliding over his chest and stomach before stopping at the top of his pants. Y/N rolled her eyes and stared in his eyes.

"In due time, my love. The legends about you intrigue me," she assured him.

"The legends of a cruel captian should not intrigue that of a lady,"

"Well, this one warms the Captain's bed every night. As such, she is allowed to be intrigued," she reminded him sternly. He went to open his mouth, yet the look in her eyes silenced him. There was no winning against this one.

Jay grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it. Very slowly, he played with her fingers. No one had ever been allowed to touch them before. He closed his eyes and sighed. Her palm placed flat against the self-inflicted marks.

Once he relinquished control of her hand, the tip of her index finger traced them. He looked away from her gaze. Y/N traced the slashes softly. Worried that if she pressed too hard that she would hurt him or anger him.

"I gutted four of them like a trout. Left them to swim in Davy Jones' locker. Each and every one that left me on that island with nothing but a single bullet," he spoke. The captain made a gun symbol with his fingers. Bart, Miguel, Benito, and James. The bullet I saved for the Bastard. He pleaded for mercy, but there was none,"

The Captain's chambers fell into an uneasy silence. His eyes glazed over. Mind raced as he relived the painful memories in his mind. Those men deserved it. Every single hurt they felt before the sweet relief of death took them.

"They got what they deserve for what they did to you. Look at you now. The strongest captain in the Caribbean," she reassured him. She stood up and stared into his pained eyes. Her fingers ran through his brown locks before resting on his cheek. Jay leaned into the touch. His worries melted away.

The pirate cursed and crashed his lips on hers. He scooped her onto the bed. She scooted back, allowing him to crawl on top of her. Her eyes fluttered close the moment their lips met again. Jay kissed down her cheek to her neck.

"Jay," she breathed. He grabbed her dress. His fingers rose the fabric until it bunched around her waist. Jay looked at her for permission. She nodded quickly as if no was even an option for her. Y/N could never deny him.

Jay disappeared from her view. His head was covered by the dress. Soft kisses and bites covered her inner thighs. They went lower and lower until. She called out his name the moment his tongue connected to her core. Y/N bit her lip and turned her head to the side. His skilled tongue changed movements to keep her on edge.

He stood on his knees and lowered his pants. Jay positioned himself at her entrance. As he thrusted inside of her, his lips devoured hers. Her moan was hushed by him.

"Easy, love. I am the only one who can make you feel like this, so I'm the only one that can hear your need for me," he whispered harshly in her ear. His thrusts shook the bed against the wall. She scratched his back earning her a sharp hiss. Her moans and whimpers turned him on more. Y/N was his, all his.

Her face, neck, and chest flushed the moment she reached climax. All the tensions of ocean life were temporarily forgotten. He stilled inside of her the moment it was his turn. They both stared at each other as they caught their breath.

Y/N leaned in and kissed him. "Thank you, my captain,"

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

Dancing in the Kitchen

Life Lessons Track 1

*italicized lines are lyrics from the song (or just slightly altered)*

July 2023

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May 2020

6 more minutes. The drive from the airport seems to be taking forever, but you know thats just because of where you’re headed. The bright lights of Monaco shimmer as the road curves and you’re home. The taxi pulls up in front of the building and you hop out, heading inside.

“Ms y/n! I didnt know you were coming today, would you like me to call up?” Henri the doorman exclaims as you give him a wave. “No thanks Henri, I’m hoping to surprise him. But here, this is for you.” You pass him one of the bottles you’re holding, “Tell the mrs I say hello and we’ll have to catch up when im back for a bit longer!” The elevator doors open and you bid him goodbye before grabbing the lift.

Knocking on the door, you wait. Joris said he was home, but that was half an hour ago so you’re hoping that hasn’t changed, when you hear music playing and someone singing along. It brings a smile to your face, and you knock again. Of course you have a key, but you think this will be more fun.

“Un moment!” He calls and the lock clicks. The door opens and Arthur’s standing in front of you.

“Damn it. Shh” you whisper.

“Uh, I should leave shouldn’t I?” The younger Leclerc responds.

A smirk graces your lips, “probably”. He rolls his eyes and heads back to the kitchen, telling his brother that somethings come up and he has to head out. As he passes you waiting in the living room he sticks his tongue out. Very mature, you mouth, before heading to the kitchen door to watch.

Charles is so into whatever he’s cooking that he doesn’t look up until you clear your throat. “Arthur, I though you left” he says as he turns. When his eyes lock with yours, he freezes and drops the tray he’s holding.

“Hey champ,” falls from your lips as his brain starts working again and he jumps over the mess on the floor to pull you into his arms and spins you around.

“What, wha….” You giggle as he can’t seem to complete his thoughts.

“We didnt get a chance to properly celebrate your win” you hold up the bottle of champagne in your hand. His hands rise to grasp the side of your face and bring you in for a kiss. You pour all your love into that kiss, all the hours of missing him while you’re on tour and he’s off to the races, all the missed phone calls and uncelebrated moments.

All of a sudden, the fire alarms going off. The two of you break apart and you giggle as Charles starts panicking

“Oh no, the chicken” and waves a tea towel in front of the oven to clear the smoke. He looks back at you and shrugs.

“Pizza?”

“Pizza” nodding, you pull up the number for your favourite place that delivers.

The music changes in the background to something slower, and you grin as you hear the first few notes. He bows and offers you a hand, pulling you in for a dance. Resting your head on his chest, you listen to the sound of his heart.

“I miss you” you whisper, “all the time. I didn’t think it would be this hard”

A single tear rolls down your cheek before Charles is gently lifting you chin so your eyes meet his. “Hey, I miss you too. All the damn time. It feels like my heart isn’t whole unless you’re next to me. But we’re both shooting for the stars, achieving the things we only dreamt of as kids. Doing what we were meant to do. Okay? Je t’aime tellment et mon coeur t’appartient” (I love you so much and my heart is yours)

Nodding, you whisper the sentiment back, before pulling away and pointing to the bottle of Dom you brought. “I’m so proud of you. You finally did it.”

Last weekend, he’d won the Monaco GP in front of all your family and friends. It hurt that you couldn’t be there to celebrate with him, so you made it your mission to find a way home as soon as possible, even if it’s just for the night.

The corners of his mouth turn up, “that for me amour?” Biting your lower lip, you smile “yeah, but….”

His eyebrow quirks like he knows what youre about to ask. “Can I spray it?” You ask sheepishly

He nods, laughing at your request, knowing that you’ve always enjoyed watching that part of the podium celebration and wanted to try it yourself. Grinning, you grab the bottle and pop the cork, dousing him lightly in champagne.

Charles grabs the bottle off you and returns the favour, soaking with you and the kitchen floor before taking a swig from the bottle. You pass the bottle back and forth as he pulls you back in to dance, both of you gradually getting tipsier. Champagne drips onto the floor as you sway to the sweet sounds of La Vie en Rose.

“You’re supposed to be in New York” he whispers, like saying it any louder will make you disappear.

“I’d rather be right here where you are. I took the long way from Singapore since we had a 3 day break. Its just for the night but I had to see you.”

“You know, we always seem to end up here.”

You’re confused, “at home?”

He shakes his head, looking a bit ridiculous “no, we both fly around the world, all over for work, but we always end up back here, dancing in the kitchen.”

Foreheads pressed together, you press a sweet kiss to his lips “I could spend a thousand nights right here. Dancing in the kitchen with you for the rest of my life.”

“As long as I’ve got you, everything will be okay” he mutters against your lips

“I’m forever yours”

Lost in your own world, dancing slowly around his kitchen, you both jump when a knock sounds.

“The pizza” you burst out in laughter as Charles goes to open the door, dripping Champagne all over the living room like a wet dog.

The rest of the night is spent curled up on the couch, talking about everything and nothing before you fall asleep tangled together. The next morning bring a teary goodbye as you head to the airport, unsure when the next time you’ll be together in person will be.

xx

[volturiprincess]

im feeling sad today but this will make me crack a smile

how would the romanians react if their mates (separate) make them a joke about breaking up

but these poor dudes dont realise its a joke and their dead heart is breaking

Sorry it took me a while to get it out😅. I was between doing a HC or a like short one-shot (or drabble🤷‍♀️) but I hope this makes up for it. I added a twist with both of them because I couldn't bare to be to mean with them. But enjoy💙 (forgot to mention I might of added a little HP reference🤭)

Breaking up w/ them Prank

Warning: Some foul language and slight mention of smut (just a kiss)

Vladimir:

“Vlad? We need to talk”

The way his gaze slowly turned to me looked almost as if he were possessed in a horror movie. Why must I be so mean to him? We were literally relaxing in our mini library but I was thinking about pranking him for a while. It's been too quiet and without Stefan around to help me prank Vlad, so it's been up to me.

“What is it?”

Here it goes.

“I don't know if you feel it too but lately I feel like we don't have a strong connection”

He literally had the most confused look to mankind. Probably trying to recollect any moment where the bond might of ripped

“What do you mean? We are literally mates, our bond is greater than any of those silly human relationships”

“Well I don't know how to explain it but I just don’t think I can see forever with you”

Oh no his face draped, oh gosh is it too late to take back in what I said? No stop, he looks like a kicked puppy. Oh no his eyes are shimmering even, I have never seen him like this.

“W-what? B-but we been together for a year, your my mate, my everything, your my forever”

Alright keep it together. 

“Well I just grown tired, I just dont think I can be in this forever, I don't even want to be a Vampire, I want to have a normal life”

“I see then…well the door is over there, you can see yourself out”

Wait what? Is he being serious, i'm just joking Vlad but he looks serious now. The shimmering eyes he had earlier are gone and he had his classic bored resting face. He got up and started to reach for another book but I threw myself at him, clutching him like my life depended on it. 

“No Vlad please, I was just joking you're the light of my life, of course I see forever with you, the moment you came to my life everything was finally clear”

He looked down at you with a small smirk, and at that moment I knew he was fucking with me.

“You foul evil little cockroach, you were messing with me?” “You started it with that ridiculous prank of yours”

“Fair”

“Next time you want to pull a prank like that on me, make sure the day before you dont have my tongue down your throat”

Blushing at his comments “Yes Vlad”

What an idiot he can be but he’s my idiot.

Stefan:

Alright it's been too quiet these past few days, Vladimir hasn't thrown a tantrum and my lovely mate went off to pick me up some food. Usually me and him are pranking each other but we haven't done anything in a while. Which leads me to my genius idea of doing a break up prank on him. It's been on my mind lately so why not. I go to our favorite place to cuddle, the sunroom, and pace back and forth to set up the prank. 

I hear the front door open and I hear his voice

“Darling i'm home”

“In the sunroom Stefan”

That should spook him, I never call him by his name, it's always been Stef or love. He comes into the room with a confused look, if only he knew what was to come his way.

“Are you okay? You called me by my name, you never to that”

“I well, there is something”

“Talk to me”

“I think we should end our relationship”

He just stared at me, no sort of emotion was displayed in his face. Did I break him? Should I get Vladimir? Why is he not even blinking? Okay now I'm scared.

“You can't do that”

“What do you mean ‘I can't do that’?”

“What do you think the mate bond is? You can’t just end it like that”

“Well sorry to break it to you but I can't take whatever this is much longer”

I see his eyebrows furrow a bit like if he is in deep concentration or he’s really considering my thoughts. 

“Why? Why now?”

“I just feel like it's always the same thing you know, we can't really do much since you and Vladimir are hiding and well I just feel trap now”

He took an unnecessary gulp. I think he’s starting to think I am being serious. One of his eyes filled with venom and I heard him sniffle. He rubbed his eyes quickly and cleared his throat.

“So you truly feel like this?”

“I do”

“I see…well i'm sorry I couldn't be a better mate to you, I thought you were happy, I knew I was for sure”

Oh son of a muffin, he looks so sad, he’s actually believing me.

“Stef…it's a prank”

“What?” “It's a prank, I would never leave you, I'm stuck with you forever as much as you are stuck with me”

He ran to me, pulling me into his arms and buried his face into my neck.

“Play a prank like that again and I will leave you”

I know he’s joking but gosh do I love him.

[theseshipsshallsail]

Unexpected Charmie fic because apparently I'm incapable of deleting anything 🤷‍♀️

IF LOVE BE A TREASURE (LAUGHTER IS THE KEY)

There’s a smooth, caramel haze beyond the East-facing windows; painting the wood-panelled bedroom in a swath of molten gold. It dances with the zephyr breeze. Dappled by the occasional songbird swooping low in the cloudless sky. A living, breathing, organism, one might say. No less animated than the sweat-slick skin it so lovingly caresses. 

Amorphous. 

Hypnotic. 

Poetry in motion. 

And Tim? 

Well… Tim’s too busy giggling like an idiot as he props himself up on trembling forearms to fully appreciate the aesthetic splendour.

It’s all Armie’s fault. Him, and his three-day stubble. Not that the other man seems the least bit repentant as he nuzzles the ticklish skin of his collarbone; deliberately scraping the custom Cartier en route to his tightly clenched jaw. 

Thank God for concealer, Tim thinks, no stranger to his makeup team’s heavy sighs as he shivers right down to his flexing toes. 

He’ll have one hell of a rash come Friday: rose-petal blooms of possession, too, should Armie’s rasping tongue come into play. But then he arches into it - throwing a fierce accelerant on the smouldering fire within - and the inhuman purr that rumbles from his throat has Tim’s cheeks flushing hotly in mortification.

He’s twenty-eight, for pity’s sake. Surely he’s mastered some restraint? Yet the sheer ridiculousness triggers an extra layer of mirth, and Tim gnaws on his bottom lip when Armie snickers in turn; burrowing closer for a final lick before levering up on his elbow. 

Jabbing his expert fingertips into Tim’s naked flank. 

Scribbling them across his ribs and belly until he’s heaving staccato gasps, instead.

“Asshole!” Tim wheezes, eyes blurry with unshed tears. 

“Is that an insult or a request?” Armie teases, raising his head for a soul-searching kiss. “Now tell me, birthday boy…” The rough brush of a grin grazes his ear. “…what exactly’s gotten into you this morning?” 

Tim’s gaze darts to the steely erection nudging the curve of his hip. “Nothing yet, Hammer,” he shoots back; regaining his limited composure. “But I think you’ll find that’s easily sorted…”

It’s a ridiculous line - straight out of a third-rate porno - but Armie simply smirks as he tackles him by the waist. 

Draws his rug-burned knees up to roll them over. 

Then proceeds to fuck the hilarity right out of him.

[annathesillyfriend]

Relaxed, you leaned your head onto Steve’s shoulder, catching his soft smile in the mirror. He dropped a kiss to your forehead.

seeing them like this makes me so soft 🥺🥺

In three long strides, he was on you, hand cradling your jaw, mouth latching onto yours just as his arm wrapped around your waist.

okay, i feel like things won't stay soft for much longer 👀

You had no damn idea what had gotten into him, but you weren’t about to question it.

you know what they say, don't look a gift gentle giant in the mouth. you could stick your tounge in it tho 👀

You could feel his grip on you loosening, only making you grasp at him firmer, because it felt like whatever this had been was slipping from your fingers – as did he.

steve nooo, put you girl out of this misery

As you gazed to the higher corner of the room, you felt tears of frustration and shame prickling your eyes.

oh no baby don't cry :(

You just had to go and open the pandora box, didn’t you?

comunication is key!! if you don't talk about this, it'll just get worse

“Or is it that we’ve been friends for too long? Do you—can you even--- see me as-“

i am so sorry she feels that way, they really do need to have this talk right now :(

“I’m just--- we always start and then we stop and I… I can’t but wonder the stopping part is because of something I do, or something we are or have been, or if you feel… pressured into something you don’t want to do or… something…”

the worst thing about this situation is that i would bet both my arms that whatever steve thinks he's doing, he's doing it for her to be comfortable

“Well, I admit, that is a little absurd--- stay where you are. Please. This is important, we need to talk about this.”

yes yes please talk

“But not with you, Sparkles. I can’t afford to be reckless with you.”

remember what i said two comments ago?

“I don’t want you to think I’m only after… that.”

buddy... not a single person in the world would go though all of the things you both did just to get laid. besided, she knows you like nobody elese, she'd never think that of you

You knew in your very core that he was a good man. Your man.

damn right he is 👏👏

“I don’t… I didn’t say that to be jerk. I just… I want to make you feel good and I want you to know you’re more to me than that. And I want to make sure I give before I take.”

keep talking like that and you're gonna be forced to take what she wants to give you

Look at you, suddenly being a relationship expert when you couldn’t get your shit together for the past few days.

“I do. You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart. The things I’d do for you, to you. I just… and you’re you. You’re perfect.”

i mean, now that we established you both want this, you could show her 👀👀

“God, GG, we’re both idiots.”

what's new? 🤷‍♀️

“And I’m gonna kiss you now.”

okay, i think it might be time to get out the popcorn

Oh the countless times you fantasized about this.

girl same

"Okay, that’s fair, but Sparkles…” he muttered, shaking his head and huffing a silent laugh that quickly turned devious when his body pressed against you so firmly that his hands completely released your body and you whimpered a silent oh my god because that was just his hips holding you against the wall and it should be scary but instead you just felt a shudder run up your spine knowing he would never drop you but that was the sheer weight of his body pinning you to the wall and you could probably let go of the death grip on his shoulders and waist and you still wouldn’t fall.

i feel like i should put on a bib

“I want to do this to you because you loved being on the winning team today. So damn cheeky, enjoying getting one up on me.”

i giggled like a bloody school girl

When his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, you were sure he was going to make you come just like that, with his words, his hands on your body and his tongue licking at your collarbone.

i wouldn't be surprised if he would, he's a man of many talents after all

“Uh-huh. I want you because these damn jeans leave nothing to imagination but I imagined what you’re wearing under them anyway. And my head is fuckin’ full of your perfume I want to taste it as it clings to your skin when you wear absolutely nothing and I want to still smell it when you wear my shirt the morning after.”

he's making very valid points, he should think about joining a debate club or something

“I want you because that little dance of yours had me so fucking hard I almost took you right there in front of everyone.”

okay, i am about to lose my sanity at this point

“No one touches you. No one hurts you. I want you and I want to do unthinkable things to you, over and over, just so all you know is my name and I want you to say it, whisper it or scream it until you can’t anymore.”

my consciousness is about to join my lost sanity

“And I know I’m more to you than a piece of meat. You’re nothing like… them. You’re a good man, Steve, a smart man. My man… my Captain.”

i have a feeling hell is about to break loose 😈

“You just fucking love pushing my buttons, don’t you,”

very much so, yes

“‘Cause I don’t know you nearly well enough so I’m gonna take my sweet time learning about every inch of your body and every little thing that makes you sing before I give you what you need.”

before i go any further, i need to take a quick break in reading to go yell into a void for a bit and then write down my last will

The forearm suddenly laying over your hips prevented you from either and left you with no option but to take it – even if it should kill you. So be it. You could make peace with such fate.

that's not the worst way to go i think

“Pill. Clean. Please.”

steven, let's get to work!!

“It’s like you were made for me, made to be mine-”

it's cause she was!

“All night, every night. Every day, every fucking chance we get,”

i need to touch some grass asap

Eyes fluttering open, Steve’s gaze trailed over your spent body before settling on your face, charming an exhausted but utterly satisfied smile for you.

she's so strong, i would simply die if i were in her place

“Serum. Not still… again,”

i'm not sure if i should pity or envy her

“I’m whipped, aren’t I,”

don't worry, happens to the best of us

“And you will, sweetheart. You will.”

i am not okay

“Was that… a please? I didn’t quite catch that, you know I’m of age…”

that man is a menace and he needs to be stopped

“I’m keeping you too.”  

i might cry :')

how do i say this, Anika? you are sick in the head. this is just sick. i feel like i've been hit by a bus and i haven't moved a muscle in the last hour.

you have it all, girl. you write angst that makes me want to rip my hair out. you write fluff that makes my heart grow 10 times. you write mysteries that keep me on my toes. and your write smut that makes me go so bloody feral. you have great skill, talent and your so hard working and reading you stories is an honor and a pleasure (even when they make me want to jump off a cliff). i have so much admiration for you 👏👏 keep slaying babe!!

No Pressure - Pt.2 (S.R.)

Type: two-shot, early relationship, canon-ish (see A/N);  Part 1

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader (GG x Sparkles)     Word count: 12,5k

Summary:

Having gotten a sound advice from a friend, you and Steve try to work things out. And maybe, it will end up with you two working out; because Steve Rogers does nothing by halves - less so with you.

Warnings: 18+ for some serious FILTH, SMUT, unprotected piv, brief mention of a jerk from Sparkles’ past, fluff, language 

A/N: Standalone or a two-shot following Love on the Brain series and its oneshots - you might profit from checking the masterlist for characters; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

A/N: 6,8k of fluff done ✅it’s time for 12k of healthy communication and NSFW if you wanna spli the reading, look for  “let alone such small bump on the road” - underlined

“I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.”

- E.E. Cummings

Czytaj dalej

[reallydelicatezombie]

Making Out With Spock For the First Time

Warnings: Smutty. I can't help it. I'm feral for this dude. Also, some curse words. 🤷‍♀️

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Spock surprises you by gently, but firmly, pulling you down onto his lap as he sits down. You straddle him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to steady yourself. Your thick thighs hug his lap and cage in his hips.

"This is really happening. Finally," you think.

Spock's large hands go to your waist, giving it a strong, meaningful squeeze, with his thumbs rubbing circles over your hip bones.

"Y/n, as we have been seeing each other successfully for a while, I thought it best if we . . . connected further through physical intimacy. Is this something you would like to do with me?" he asks in his deep voice. Though the tips of his ears are just the faintest shade of green, letting you know he's blushing, he says it with a confidence that surprises you and makes heat begin to pool at your core. Then again, you are sure he never would have initiated this moment had he not been reasonably sure that you would say yes.

"Of course I would, Spock." Your voice is low and you smile at him, fairly certain you are also blushing.

The corners of his mouth stretch into a smile, his eyes shining brightly. He pauses.

"By 'connecting further through physical intimacy,' I do not mean to imply that we should have sexual relations tonight. I simply mean what you humans call 'making out.' Though if you wish to go further-"

"Spock," you stop him before he can complete his sentence. "It's okay. I understand what you meant. We can take things slow, if you want. Let's just see where the night takes us." You are of course thinking about having sex with him now (how could you not??), but even just getting to explore each other like this excites you.

You've wanted to do this for a long time, but weren't sure how the usually composed Vulcan would react to "making out." Of course he had had sex with his ex-fiancee, but you didn't know if this was something Vulcans did.

"Good," Spock said with a smile. Wasting no more time, he brought one of his muscular arms up your back and into your hair as you leaned in to kiss each other.

You had kissed each other before, and it had been electric. But this--this was something different. It was deeper, more intimate somehow. Spock's lips were warm and velvety soft against yours, inviting you to press your chest flush against his and making you drag your hands from his shoulders to cup the sides of his face. You feel his soft skin, with just the faintest trace of stubble. He is so warm and completely encases your smaller frame in his larger one.

Growing more confident, you let your tongue trace his lower lip and gently bite it.

Spock lets out a pleasured moan into the kiss, and his hand on your waist tightens as he tilts your head slightly to the left to deepen the kiss. He's hooked. You smile to yourself at your success.

You can't help but become aware that not only are you very aroused, feeling wetness spread from your core to the apex of your thighs and your nipples harden, but that your lover is experiencing some physical changes of his own. He shifts you in his lap, bringing your warmth directly over his hard length.

It's now your turn to groan as the thought of getting to touch and taste his cock seizes your mind. Grinding down on his member, you're pleasantly surprised when Spock begins to kiss from your lips, across your jaw to your ear where he bites the lobe, eliciting a gasp from you. His mouth is wet as he kisses down your neck and settles in the spot where it connects to your shoulder.

"Oh, Spock," you purr happily, bringing your hands down to his hard chest. You feel his large, warm hand creep up your thigh and gently squeeze your ass, making you let out a little giggle at his boldness.

"Is something amusing you, Y/n?" He pauses his ministrations.

You stiffle your laughter by biting your lip. "No, Commander," you can't help but say playfully.

At this, Spock completely stops what he's doing and brings his head up from your neck.

"Commander?" His pupils were dilated nearly completely, leaving the thinnest ring of dark, chocolate brown. Before you have a chance to respond, he flips you over onto your back as if you weigh nothing and positions his frame over yours, still in between your legs.

Your thighs instantly try to rub together despite him being in between them. Fuck, this is so hot, you think excitedly.

"I must confess, I find my title used in this context quite pleasing," the Vulcan said huskily. "You may call me that whenever you wish."

"I'll call you whatever you want, Commander."

All of Spock's composure broke at that statement. A taught, muscled arm snaked under your waist as Spock began kissing you roughly, passionately, leaving you a bit breathless. You clung to him, lost in the feeling of being adored by the man you loved.

Using his arm underneath you to brace himself so his large frame didn't crush you, Spock moved his free hand slowly up your torso to one of your breasts. He cupped you through your shirt, lifting up and squeezing your soft flesh.

As you moaned into the kiss, the same hand slid back down to your waist and roughly untucked your shirt, bringing it up over your breasts. Spock then brought his hand back to your breast and tugged the lacy fabric of your bra down enough to reveal your pebbled nipple to him. He gently pinched the eager bud.

When Spock broke the kiss, your eyes flew open, desperate to see what would happen next. You locked eyes with his chocolate brown ones as he bent his head to enclose your (color) nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue hotly around it.

Your hands flew to his hair to pull at the usually neat but now slightly mussed hair. He grunted, enjoying the feeling. He cupped your other breast, pulling down the lace over it to squeeze and caress the supple flesh as he continued his oral ministrations on the other one.

God, did this feel incredible. Your hands gripped his hair to keep him in that spot as you felt the wetness that had been pooling at your core practically the enter time spread even further down your thighs.

"Spock, this feels incredible," you breathed. The stoic man smiled softly, clearly pleased that his efforts were having the desired effect.

"I wish to make you feel even more incredible, ashayam. Would you allow me to taste you?" His dark, brilliant eyes await your answer.

"Yes, please," you can hardly get the words out fast enough. "Of course you can."

With that, Spock sits up slightly and reaches down to your skirt, unzipping it and gently placing it on the coffee table. It makes you smile, how even in the midst of this moment, he is still such a careful, thoughtful person.

He makes eye contact with you briefly before turning his attention to your lacy panties. Sliding them down then off you, Spock stares at your pussy. You feel completely exposed, with your tits hanging out of your bra and now your glistening core practically in his face. You are trimmed, but you aren't completely bare, and you worry for a second that maybe this isn't how Vulcan women are, so maybe he won't like this.

But before you can worry any more about it, Spock says, "You are so beautiful, Y/n. Thank you for sharing this moment with me." Your brain short circuits, not sure how to respond to that, as Spock positions himself between your thighs. He hitches one of your legs over his shoulder and brings his face close to—

"BEEEEEPPPPPP!" The sudden sound of the room's intercoms coming on makes you both jump.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! To say you are frustrated is an understatement. Your body is still incredibly turned on as your lust-cloused mind struggles to accept what is happening.

"Spock, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but there's a situation developing and I need you to come to the ready room for a debriefing. And have you seen Y/n by any chance? I need her to join us, as well," Captain Pike requests, while you both groan in displeasure.

You have seen the Commander look annoyed before, for example when Sam Kirk talks to him or when an ensign makes an unintelligent remark, but never have you seen him look so pissed off. You didn't think he could even make such a facial expression.

Spock takes a moment to compose himself then replies, "Yes, Captain. I will be there shortly. Lieutenant Y/n is with me and will join us, too."

You can practically hear the shit-eating grin on the Captain's face as he says, "Excellent! I'll see you both in a bit." The Captain is probably your number one shipper and played a significant role in the formation of your relationship with Spock.

Your boyfriend turns to you with what you can only describe as a disappointed, slightly apologetic look on his face, which you can read after so much time together, though others may have difficulty deciphering his emotions. His ears and cheeks are that pale green shade that signifies his embarrassment at the situation. You feel your own frustration and disappointment reflected on your face.

"Ashayam, this is not how I had hoped the evening would progress, though I did enjoy our time together. Perhaps we can continue this at a later time?" You see him adjust himself as he, too, struggles to come down from his high. He would truly die if he walked into the ready room with a boner.

The thought makes you grin as he hands you back your underwear and skirt. "I'd love to, Spock."

You give him a kiss before putting on your clothes, and then head together to the ready room.

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What do y'all think? Should I do a part two?? Let me know if you'd be interested in that!

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hey love. I’m having a crap day. Week really. And I’ve really been into my Matt and Nick feels lately. Can I request a little thing where the reader is just the Bucks fuck toy for the weekend or something? I dunno however you wanna take it or do you. Your stuff is always amazing and can’t ever go wrong with being the bucks pet. 🦌

Fuck.my.UP! *This was getting incredibly out of hand, so I had to stop at some point 😂*

Also this is our official welcome to Poppy! Because maybe she’ll pop *shameless dad joke* up more in the future, idk 🤷‍♀️

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“Come here, pet. Come, come” The mocking tone of Matt's voice, followed by a small whistle, made you huff loudly: “If you ever do that again, I’ll cut your balls off!”

“Aww, what’s the matter, dovey? Am I offending your morals? Because we both know you have none of that” His chuckle resonated in your ear as he stood before you “If you did, you wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place, right?” Matt’s hand came to rest on your face, where he pressed your cheeks together until your lips pouted. “What kind of respectful wife dreams about fucking her husband and his brother?” Matt’s teeth tugged on your pouty bottom lip until the flesh slowly slid from his grip.

“How long have you been wanting this, huh? Since when do you fuck Nick and think about me? How many years have you been dreaming about getting the big bro’s dick in you? Was that what you thought about on your honeymoon? While Nick fucked you from behind, did you wish I was there too? Just watching at first, until I finally judged you worthy of having me play with you too?”

A slow and predatory grin grew on Matt’s lips the more he spoke, “What’s wrong, dove? Cat got your tongue? Are you gonna scream for dear ol’ hubby to come and save you?”. His deep, brown eyes stared at you with amusement as he whispered: “What if I tell you he’s too busy enjoying this to make it stop? I can see him in the armchair behind you, and you should see how entertained he is by watching his little slut at my mercy”.

“Nick” You whined and tried to look over your shoulder at your husband, but a sharp pain on your cheek made you look back at Matt again.

“Don’t you EVER look away from me again, do you understand? I’m the one playing with you, so your focus stays on me!” His voice was cold and sinister, but a short chuckle escaped Nick’s lips, causing the atmosphere in the room to become less serious for a brief moment.

“Oh Matt, you shouldn’t have done that”

“Because?” The older man impatiently asked

“Because now Poppy will really want to play” The blue-eyed man answered matter-of-factly

“Poppy?” Matt frowned “Who the hell is-“

“You hit like a bitch! Is that all you got? How pitiful” You giggled while blowing a strand of hair away from your face

Nick stood up from his seat and made his way toward you.

“Hello, Poppy” He smiled widely “Long time no see”

“Hi, daddy” Your lips pouted at the younger Jackson “Kiss”

Nick quickly landed a soft peck on your lips that soon turned into a slow, sensual kiss.

“Did you come to play with us this weekend?” Nick caressed your cheek with his thumb, making you purr “I heard a thing or two about it, and when bitch Matty stepped up, I thought I should surprise him”

“You definitely did!” Nick chuckled before looking at his brother. “Matt, meet Poppy, my favorite little brat”

At the sound of the word “brat”, Matt felt his cock twitch in his pants. “Is that so?” He smirked as your eyes came to rest on his face.

“So you came to play with us then, Poppy?” Matt’s voice sounded amused and exciting in contrast to your petulant one “I came to play with daddy” You smiled widely at Nick before returning your gaze to the dark-haired man “Now you…I doubt you have what it takes to play with me”

“Oh really?” Matt closed the distance between you, and his hand came to rest on top of your head, tugging on your scalp with a medium strength, testing the waters of your initial play. “You don’t think I have what it takes then?”

“You’re not as good as daddy” You shrugged, causing the handcuff chains between your wrists to dingle with the small action.

“I’m better than daddy” He smirked

You leaned forward until your lips brushed against his bearded chin “Doubt it” was your small and teasing comeback.

Matt’s smirk grew wider “On your knees. Now!”

You chuckled with amusement “Make me, bitch!”

Matt’s fist closed harder around your hair, yanking you down on the floor with a force that was deadened by the fluffy living room rug “So this is how it’s gonna be, huh? Well, if that’s the case, you’re in for a long, LONG weekend, little dove”. His hand glued your face to his crotch, and you could feel his hardened length pressing against your cheek through the jeans.

When you looked up, Nick smiled down at you as he pulled his cock off his track pants. He slid the tip against your bottom lip, and you darted your tongue to taste his skin.

Matt gave a few slaps on your cheek before he teased with a cackle, “If you want to fit two cocks in your mouth, I suggest you open it wider, brat”

“Shut the fuck up” You spat back and focused your eyes back on your husband

The sapphire-eyed man chuckled and asked, “Are you ready to play, Poppy?”

“Yes, daddy” You purred as you opened your mouth and poked your tongue out to let him brush his crown against the pink muscle.

Matt leaned down until his lips grazed your ear shell “Don’t worry, Poppy. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be just as sweet and submissive to me, dovey”.

Your eyes gleamed with mischief as you gave soft kitten licks to Nick’s tip while looking at Matt “Do your worst, you wimp” was your last response before taking your husband’s length down your throat.

[writing-good-vibes]

And finally, Spooky - 27 with Otis Driftwood ✨

happy almost halloween !! 🎃��� i know this was your last otis request, but the spirit came to me and i ended up writing it first 🤷‍♀️ i hope you enjoy !! WARNING for implied(?) smut, blood, wounds and otis being a little freaky. 😈

torn stitches

"Now see what you gone 'n done," Otis tuts, poking at your side with a grimy finger.

The line of stitches that stretched up your side, had torn open. Only the stitches at each end of the wound had held.

You winced when you saw it, the pain only making its way to your synapses once you actually saw the blood start to ooze up again.

"Shit," you complained. There's a dull feeling in the back of your head telling you that you should be more concerned. But you brush it away.

Pulling yourself off of Otis, your hips aching from being straddled across him for the last round, you lay back on the sweaty bed sheet.

Otis rolls onto his side to keep looking at you. He moves his finger down the length of the wound until he reaches the trickle of blood heading towards your hip. He wipes it up and sucks his finger into his mouth.

"Freak," you laugh, but you moan at the taste of copper on his tongue when he kisses you.

You can fix the stitches later, you think.

[chernayawidow]

OMG OMG OMG YESSS!! I just had to drop everything so that I could read this eeek!!! As soon as I saw the notification for this I was on my knees, LETS DIVE IN TO THIS AWESOMENESS!!! 🫶

DEAN:

“He only sees it peeking out from the edge of the bra you're trying to hook on. It's black and lacey, and it immediately attracts his attention (in more ways than one).” — I couldn’t help but giggle because ofc Dean is drawn to lace like a moth to a flame 🤣

“Of course, he's not going to say anything then. He wonders if it was a hunting injury, from before he met you.” — I LOVE this thought process, because in their line of work it could honestly be anything! And without context, it’s natural he would think about potential causes! Love it!

“Dean hesitates. His hand are already under the hem of your shirt, but they become more soothing along the curve of your waist.” — He’s so sweet and tender I’m tearing up 😭💖

“Faded, pink scars (small circles around the nipple, with an anchor line stemming down the middle of the breast, and a small curve line underneath).” — Titty scar gang whoop whoop!! 🤙

“"I like 'em," he later says, with cheeky green eyes, and his tongue moving lazily between your breasts.” — This right here would mean everything to me 😩🫶

"Yeah," he smirks. "I got me a little tiger. She's got some pretty stripes." — HELP I’M WHEEZING!!! THIS IS SUCH A DEAN THING TO SAY TOO OH MY GOODNESS!! 🤣 I love him!

BEAU:

“So much so that when he next has you in his arms in the water, and his arms are wrapped around your waist, with your arms wrapped around his neck,” — What I would GIVE to be held like this by him 😓

“So you've accepted this, and don't find cause to hide.” — They’re character development scars, I see it as a metamorphosis 💪 they’re apart of me and my story now.

“Beau smiles and presses a tender kiss to your cheek. "What's to be okay with?"” — This right here is the CORRECT response! I love this sm, Beau is literally the sweetest 💖

“So superficial things like stretch marks and fading scars aren't going to deter him in the slightest from being with you.” — We’ve got us a real man right here 🤤🤌

“"Maybe you'll let me get acquainted," he hedges. His voice deepens with southern drawl and flirtation.” — He’s a cheeky bastard, I love this line omg 🤣🫶

“And your knees begin to slide his swim trunks down his hips under the water, at the same time he unties your bikini.” — Zep babe, you’re such a TEASE 😭

BEN:

“This man's gotten "around," so to speak. He's pretty much seen it all in his 102 years of pussy plowing. (Minus 40.)” — Homeboy is the resident slut if we’re being honest 💀

“You're different, however. You're more than that.” — Shucks Benjamin, I was SO much more that I had to cut some of the more-ness off because I was just TOO more 😮‍💨🤙

“At first he thought you were shy (or worse, a fucking tease).” — Oh I can be a tease too, but only when I’m spiteful mwahahahahah

“Or maybe...maybe you were afraid of him.” — Afraid of catching an STD, maybe.

“With much effort, Ben controls every impatient, borderline callous remark he wants to make and squeezes your hips.” — And knowing Ben, that’s using a LOT of effort lmaooo!

"Just tell me, baby doll. You're not gonna shock me." — Well when you put it like that, I suppose you should know that I cut lots of my tits off 🤷‍♀️

“He just raises his brows at you. "Is that what the fuck you're worried about?" he asks.” — MANS WAS PROBABLY EXPECTING SOMETHING SHOCKING… and then it’s just scars lmao

“Then his head bows a little further, and he traces the scars lightly with his tongue.” — Such a Ben thing to do and I adore him for it 😂💖

First I just have to thank you so so very much for taking the time to write this, it means everything to me and you really have hit all the right notes 🫶 I love that you wrote how both young Dean and older Dean would react, and I really enjoyed them both! And they both were SO on point for his character! Young Dean being cute about it by possibly making a little joke and such made me so giddy, and older Dean being more knowledgeable is such a nice touch as well! And Beau? SUCH A SWEETIE PIE! They whole section was just fluffy and made my heart ache with joy! I love baby boy Beau! And then Ben, as per usual, had me giggling to myself. You’ve done an amazing job with this, and once again I just want to say how thankful I am for taking the time to create this beautiful piece of art 💖 thank you thank you thank you so much!

This is very very niche one, but how would Beau, Dean and Ben react to seeing reader has breast reduction scars, and that’s how they find out about it since she never mentioned having one? I won’t be offended if you ignore because again, it’s very specific 🤣🫶

Hello my lovely friend! @chernayawidow

Ooh this is very niche, but I'm okay with that! I love a narrower prompt. It makes it easier to imagine, to be honest. And I can safely say this is the first time I've gotten a request like this. 😘

*cracks knuckles* Here we go!

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader Tags/Warnings: 18+ only on this one for some smuttish behavior. Description of surgical scars, body insecurity and body appreciation.

Headcanon: How Dean, Beau, and Ben would react to seeing your breast reduction scars.

Dean Winchester

Let's start with Dean...

The first time he spots it is after a hunt, in the room of this week's grungy "motel crap."

He notices the edge of some kind of scar under your breast when he accidentally walks in on you changing.

He only sees it peeking out from the edge of the bra you're trying to hook on. It's black and lacey, and it immediately attracts his attention (in more ways than one).

"Dean!" you gasp. Your face sports a wild blush. "Learn how to knock, damn it!"

Shit! He remembers himself with a shake of his head and a placating hand in the air as he spins away. "Sorry!"

Of course, he's not going to say anything then. He wonders if it was a hunting injury, from before he met you.

He buries that curiosity...until you two finally start dating.

The subject doesn't come up, however, until you have sex for the first time. Dean has you underneath him in his bed. Kisses are feverish, hands exploring each other's bodies like a pair of teenagers making out. He can't lie to himself, he kind of feels giddy like a teenager.

But he notices that you're self-conscious about him getting your shirt off. You almost stop him with your hands on his wrists.

Dean hesitates. His hand are already under the hem of your shirt, but they become more soothing along the curve of your waist.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

Biting your lip, you nod and encourage him to continue. He goes slow, but he eventually takes your bra off, and he sees them.

Faded, pink scars (small circles around the nipple, with an anchor line stemming down the middle of the breast, and a small curve line underneath).

A younger, less mature Dean might not know what to say at first.

He might ask, with a note of caring, "What're these?"

He also might feel the need to lighten the question with a joke (not at your expense), of which you might not appreciate in the moment. And he'd very earnestly apologize.

And he might ask if he can touch the scars, softly tracing the outlines.

You would explain to him that it wasn't a hunting injury, or anything like that.

The answer is simple: You had breast reduction surgery. If you feel comfortable enough with him, you'll share the reasons why. (To reduce your lower back pain, and make it easier on your body to live your life and do your job. And the truth is, you feel better.)

A Dean in his 40s would probably have seen this before, and know what they are. But he'll still be curious on why you did it, because he's curious by nature.

He'll want to make sure you feel comfortable with him, asking you if the scars are still tender, and where you'd prefer to be touched.

But the scars don't faze him.

"I like 'em," he later says, with cheeky green eyes, and his tongue moving lazily between your breasts.

You giggle at that, carding your fingers through his hair. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he smirks. "I got me a little tiger. She's got some pretty stripes."

You laugh fully at that, and your body trembles with it underneath him. It makes him smile against your skin.

You're a beautiful woman, and he feels lucky to have this chance to be with you. Not just in your bed, but trying to be together.

Because it's a chance he didn't think he'd ever get to have again.

Beau Arlen

Ah, my Cowboy Sheriff...

He first notices it on the summer you two start dating, when you two go swimming at the lake. It's Montana, so the water is still pretty cold, but you both are too high on the giddy feeling of a budding romance to care.

He sees the edge of a crescent shaped scar under your breast, under the sexy bikini you're rocking. It piques his curiosity, which is already near insatiable at the best of times.

So much so that when he next has you in his arms in the water, and his arms are wrapped around your waist, with your arms wrapped around his neck, he gains enough courage to ask you, thumbing gently at the edge of raised flesh on your skin.

"What's this, darlin'?"

You're matter-of-fact about your answer, telling him it's your breast reduction scar. It's also a subtle way you test men.

You can tell a lot about someone's character by the way they react to things like this. Especially when it's something you might've been insecure about at first. But these scars are just a part of your body now. Though they'll fade even more in time, there's a chance they might always be there. So you've accepted this, and don't find cause to hide.

Beau takes your response in with a nod.

"You're...okay with it?" you ask.

Beau smiles and presses a tender kiss to your cheek. "What's to be okay with?"

"Yeah?" you lightly press. You smile at his beard scratching your cheek. You turn your head, and he gives you a proper kiss.

"Of course, sweetheart," Beau says. And he means it.

He's a father. He watched many a change happen to his ex-wife's body over the course of pregnancy, birth, and over a decade later of natural developments with age. He's aged and changed too.

So superficial things like stretch marks and fading scars aren't going to deter him in the slightest from being with you.

His thumb edges around the hem of your bikini, sliding under the tie in the back. His smile grows a bit cheeky, while yours becomes knowingly suspicious.

"Maybe you'll let me get acquainted," he hedges. His voice deepens with southern drawl and flirtation.

Your heart beats faster, and your smile deepens.

"Okay, Sheriff...but only if I get the same privilege." And your knees begin to slide his swim trunks down his hips under the water, at the same time he unties your bikini.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Aw geez, this cheeky motherfucker...

Ben would easily be the most unfazed.

This man's gotten "around," so to speak. He's pretty much seen it all in his 102 years of pussy plowing. (Minus 40.)

You're different, however. You're more than that.

You were the first one to treat him like an actual person when he made it out of Russia, back to the States, back to New York, after dealing with Homelander and ending that piece of shit at Vought Tower.

While the whole world either looked at him like an oddity or a terrorist, you saw a man, displaced from everything he had known.

A man entirely alone.

Until you.

Still, it took all the patience he had within him to even get you to agree to date him. And you were cautious about physical intimacy. At first he thought you were shy (or worse, a fucking tease).

Or maybe...maybe you were afraid of him.

"It's not that," you tell him firmly. You feel comfortable and safe in his arms. You look up into his eyes, and he can't help but kiss you. You cling to him tightly, like you're starved for touch. His touch.

He sits down on the edge of his living room couch and brings you down with him, to straddle his thighs. You take his face into your gentle hands and briefly look down at him with a smile.

He sees things in your eyes that he's never seen from a woman before. Softness. Genuine caring. Maybe even something deeper.

But you tense up a little, the second his hands venture under the hem of your blouse.

"What's the matter?" he asks. His brows furrow. He can't fucking figure you out. You seem to be into him (and more), but you don't want him to touch you.

You hesitate. "It's just...um..."

With much effort, Ben controls every impatient, borderline callous remark he wants to make and squeezes your hips.

"Just tell me, baby doll. You're not gonna shock me."

You smile at the sight of his grin. You let out a breath and take off your blouse yourself. Ben eyes you hungrily as you bare yourself to him.

You unclip your bra and his eyes are drawn to your breasts...and then the scars. Just like you feared they would be.

But he doesn't look disgusted or put off. He just raises his brows at you.

"Is that what the fuck you're worried about?" he asks.

Your throat constricts for a moment as you rest your hands on his chest. You can feel the warmth of his skin through the fitted shirt.

Ben dips his chin and catches your downturned gaze. Then his head bows a little further, and he traces the scars lightly with his tongue.

Your breath hitches. Your eyes widen as you watch him, but pleasure tingles delicately down your spine and across your skin as his tongue swirls around a nipple. He lifts you up higher against him so he has easier access. All you can do is cling to his arms, sink your fingers into his hair, and moan wantonly as he ravishes your body.

By the end of the night, he knocks every single insecurity out of your head. (And you both sleep soundly, fully sated in his bed.)

AN: Whew! 😮‍💨 Feel like my fingers ran a marathon. I got into this one deeper than I thought I would! I hope it hit all the right notes. 💕💕

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[sednas]

you have a crush on them

how they would act after learning that you're in love with them/have a crush on them

I only did it with the emotionally unavailable/unstable boys since I thought their reaction would be the most interesting

genderneutral!reader

trigger warning : mention of smut and slight yandere theme (nothing too dark just Dabi and Tomura being a little too obsessive nothing new)

─ katsuki

the most likely to abruptly reject your confession I'm sorry 😩

he simply doesn't understand why you have a crush on him

everyone admire him, yes he's used to it, but someone in love with him??

love who? he doesn't know her

after Kirishima told him about your feelings he didn't do anything, he still continues to act normally around you

sometimes he just looks at you a little longer than he should

or he starts to feel a strange feeling in his chest whenever he sees you smile or laugh

he finds himself deeply happy every time you worry about him

what is this witchcraft?? what did you do to him???

he is really confused and it makes him angry

he even tries to find a rational explanation or simply persuades himself that no, he doesn't feel love

he's probably mean (well, meaner) to you because of his internal conflict

you're not that special he keeps repeating to himself

yeah not that special, he just fantazies about fucking you on the kitchen table of your shared house while your children are at school

totally normal to think about this with a person you don't care about right? 🤷‍♀️

maybe at some point he just loses control and abruptly kisses you while squeezing your ass with his hands

I just can't picture a romantic confession with Katsuki, either he keeps denying his own feelings or he rails you to make you understand that he feels the same way, there's no in between

─ dabi

oh you poor unfortunate soul

welcome to hell honey

it's probably Himiko who told him about your feelings

she was just teasing him and it slipped out of her tongue, she really has remorse for having betrayed your trust

anyway, Dabi smirks at you a lot more

he wants to make sure you know that he knows

good luck with the intrusive eye contact

his blue orbs are always on you, haunting you everywhere you go, observing every single movement you make

but now let's get a little bit deeper shall we?

yeah he acts like a confident piece of shit, but deep down inside of his mind he's fucking scared

he really didn't see it coming, even if you were being obvious he never would have thought that you were actually in love with him

him? An arsonist, a mass murderer, a disappointment for the entire world

suddenly, he wishes he could become Toya Todoroki again, it would have been easier, back when his hair was white like the snow

yo why the fuck do you make him relives his past in such a nostalgic and bittersweet way?

it's not normal isn't it, you must have done something to him right?

no Dabi, you're just catching feelings, but you think something bad is happening to you since you're emotionally unavailable

he continues to act like a total asshole with you

a protective, jealous and obessisve asshole to be more precise

it's like you can't go outside without him asking you where are you going

he says it's because he wants to make sure you're not a traitor among them but really, nobody believes him

he makes you sit on his lap during a villain meeting, it doesn't matter if you want it or not, he always finds a way to convince you

his eyes linger on your body whenever you're in his sight

yes I mean he looks at your ass and boobs/chest and he's really obvious with it

like Katsuki, one day he just loses it and fucks you against a wall, confessing his feelings through dirty words and bites

so romantic right?

─ hitoshi

his phone wallpaper is probably some purple neon aesthetic shit saying "fuck feelings" so it might be complicated for you

I think he's the embodiment of the Tangled meme : "So I have made the decision to trust you." "A horrible decision, really."

joke aside, it's actually a little sad

since no one has ever really trusted him he's got used to the idea that no one would ever want to get close to him

so when he heard about your feelings towards him his mind just kind of went blank

yeah just like when he uses his quirk on others, isn't that ironic?

he really doesn't see why someone would have any romantic interest with him

at first he thought that it was a stupid prank

and even now that he got the confirmation it wasn't he's still suspicious

he's also persuaded that he is a second choice, like you were so desesperate that you started crushing on him

prepare yourself, because to prove your love to him you'll have to try hard

no seriously, he's just terrified

terrified of getting hurt, terrified of letting his guard down and being rejected for being himself

so for a long period of time he observes you, like a scientist would analyze their new experiment, he looks at you like he would look at a math problem waiting to be solved, like a mysterious enigma or an intriguing poem

he just really wants to make sure that you're sincere

so when he sees you blush whenever you meet his purple gaze it reassures him in some way

or when you try to spend more time with him

even if he hides it, all these little things really makes his heart race

it's clearly a slow build type of relationship in case you didn't get it

his long awaited confession would be during one of the most random time spend alone with you

like you're casually playing with his hair and suddenly you hear I love you coming from him

try not to have a stroke

no seriously it's so sudden

expect a heated make out session after that because he wanted to kiss you for a long time

he literally throws all his restrained frustration for the past months on you

not that you're complaining tho 👀

─ tomura

🤺 back 🤺 I 🤺 said 🤺 step 🤺 back 🤺

he thinks you're cringe

he looks at you like eww this person has feelings for me eww

no seriously, why the fuck someone would have a crush on him

he observes you like you were some kind of a strange creature, wondering why a human being could ever be interested in him

it's just so new for him

he probably stopped talking to you the first months because he was that embarrassed

he avoided you and used all the excuses he could find to leave the room when you were in at the same time

he CAN NOT hold eye contact

it's physically impossible for him to look at you in the eyes for more than 2 seconds

if he does he might fall on the floor or choke on his own saliva, something the leader of the LOV can't do in public

sometimes, when he's not planning the world destruction he thinks about how you would be like in a relationship

being the reason why you are smiling doesn't sound so bad sometimes

but then he cringes at his own thoughts and just keep being his own crusty self

I really feel like having a crush on him would be so frustrating

he would be embarrassed but not enough for you to guess that he has a crush on you too

well crush, I don't know if I can call it a crush at this point

it's more like a soft yandere obsession, he wants to cut the throat to all those who could turn you away from him

dry lips™ really thinks that being mean to you is a type of flirting

I only see two endings in this route, either he keeps acting cold and denying his feelings until his very last breath or at some point he tells you that you're his

I can clearly picture an abrupt confession, like you're about to join Dabi for a drink but Tomura tells you that you won't join him

you ask him why and he replies calmly that you're not going anywhere because tonight you're his, like all the other days that will follow in fact

happy fainting day

he says that while looking away from you of course

my hero academia masterlist

[writerlyhabits]

Listen, you wrote the Bucky 🐱 headcanons, I think we need to see it the other way around—reader returning returning the favor. 👀

I should be doing no less than eight other things right now, like working on my project due in two days, or literally any other request I have in my inbox… but I have no self-control and the Neighbors chapter is kicking my ass, so 🤷‍♀️ (🐱hc’s here)

Absolutely filthy under the cut, I’m not sorry

Let’s set the scene. Bucky planned the most romantic date night you’ve had in a while

I’m talking roses, a cute ass picnic he prepped himself, laid out on a blanket at your favorite park until the sun started setting. The man carries you up the stairs when your heels start to get uncomfortable, despite you trying to tell him you’re fine, you’re almost home. There’s candlelight and a glass of your drink of choice, he’s stashed away a tray of chocolate-covered fruits just for this occasion…

He’s gone the full nine yards, all because he just adores you so much

But maybe also because he’s still so fucking nervous for what’s coming at the end of the night

After you were so patient with him last time, teaching him how to eat you out just right… he may or may not have gotten a bit carried away. And there were still some things that were left unattended.

Sitting with him on the small couch in your living room, his arm over your shoulder as you sat tucked into his side, chocolates and drinks long since finished, lips chasing after each other in an intense passion … you could tell. With nothing left to distract him from the main event, his body was tense with anticipation.

That just wouldn’t do.

“Bucky baby” you cooed, breaking the kiss to look at him, his blue eyes almost hidden by the size of his pupils

“You gotta relax honey, this is supposed to feel good” you try laughing a little, running your hands over his chest to get him to ease up a little “And I think I know just the thing if you’re okay with it”

He arcs his brow at you, intrigued. After what happened last time, he’ll do just about anything you want

You slowly remove yourself from him, sliding down until you’re sitting on the floor in front of him, muscular thighs spread wide for you to fit between.

“Whatcha doin down there baby girl?” You wondered if he’d be just as new at this then he was the other night… but the look on his face was far from lost.

“You put together such a nice evening for us,” you started, running your hands up his thighs until they reached the top of his jeans. “I want to return the favor”

“You don’t have to, doll” But the tone of his voice was almost begging, please don’t stop

Your fingers toy with the button and zipper, slow and easy enough for him to stop you if he wanted

“Let me take care of you Buck”

When he’s finally springing free, you have to take a second to mentally prepare yourself for what you signed up for

He’s not even fully hard and his size is impressive

One hand at the base, slowly stroking him, you stabilize yourself by resting your hand on his leg.

When you start planting kisses along the length of him, he runs his fingers through your hair, gently combing through it as he watches you intently

You make eye contact with him when you reach the tip, darting your tongue out to pay very special attention to that spot

He’s gone slack under your hands, you barely touched him and his body is already so relaxed and ready for you

Oppositely, his cock is rock hard, almost throbbing with anticipation

When you finally wrap your lips around him and sink down, his eyes roll and he throws his head back

And he makes the most delicious sounds

You’re almost enjoying it as much as he is, watching Bucky unravel under your ministrations

When he was going down on you, he was silent, not wanting to take his mouth off of your pussy for an instant

But now that the roles are reversed he can’t stop talking

Strings of curses as he’s riddled with pleasure, endless praise and adoration about how pretty you are, how good you feel, some promises of what’s coming next sprinkled on top

He’s holding your hair out of the way for you, yet with no tension to stop or control you, just enough to let you keep going as you please without any interference

And then his body tenses up again

“I-I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last sweets”

Ever the gentlemen he asks where you want it, where you’re okay with him finishing

If you want it on your face or your tits, he will happily oblige, he’ll even offer to take the reins for you so you can just sit back on your heels and take it. But he won’t say no to you continuing to jerk him off

And if you want him in your mouth, he’ll probably combust right then and there, sitting as still as he can so you can take it the way you’re most comfortable

Either way, he’ll lose his goddamn mind

And when he’s spent, cock soft and mind empty, he just wants to hold you

You go to get a soft rag to clean up, and as soon as your within arms reach he’s moving to do it for you, deaf to your protests

With all due respect, it’s his turn to take care of his girl now

Bucky pulls you down into his lap and kisses you long and hard, unfazed by the taste of himself, he just needs you as close as possible

But when he’s at full attention again, ready for another round… he’s taking you to the bedroom to go all the way

…

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Bucky Barnes: @toothhurtyam @keepingitlokiii @ragnaroqk @iambeeee

[tiffanylamps]

3, 5, 6, 29?

Turnip, so, I meant to reply to this hours ago, but then I got bought a burger and ate like... half of it... and had to sleep it off. But I am here now, half awake with a very upset cat to keep me company. Thank you for sending me this, I hope my answers are of interest 😊 The ao3 ask game

3) What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? This is a little hard to answer because I find small accomplishments in everything I write (I need about 3 months of distance to see the good in them, but I do see it eventually haha). But I think the one I should single out is my first fic in... 4 years... Indoctrination. I have tried to read it since publishing and gave up because I don't like the way I wrote that story. But I had given up writing in this style (fiction, 3rd person) for 4 years, sooooooo🤷‍♀️no wonder it's not the best During those four years, I had been mainly writing poetry/more introspective pieces, so Indoctrination is a massive accomplishment that I am proud of... even if I don't think it's all that good haha

5) What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Easy, 3am. I didn't expect anyone to comment on that piece because it's not.... it's not. But I did receive some positive feedback and had interesting discussions with people, which was nice 😊

6) Favorite title you used This is also hard because giving my fics titles is one of my favourite parts of the writing process. I really like finding something that will highlight one of the main themes of the story. I normally do this through lyrics or quotes. Okay, I can't choose, so I'll just give you my top three (in no particular order): . Your Love's Whore (named after the song Your Loves Whore by Wolf Alice, which inspired that fic. I'm not linking that fic because I don't like it anymore haha)

In Another Moment Named so because of this quote:

“In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”

- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

. courage to make love known Named so because of this quote:

“...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?”

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

29) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? I already answered this here. But I will give you a handful more from unpublished works. oh ho ho ho, aren't you lucky? (smh at myself)

Dong Sik bruises Joo Won's poor lips with a kiss, closing both their eyes for good so that look dies between them. Had he by some miraculous sequence of bad decisions slowly ruined this boy? Was his sorrowful plight a contagion? Was it fungi in the wood that rots from within?

-

Joo Won wishes for rain, a torrential downpour. With only rain can he be cleansed. Maybe if he were to embroider his wounds, he can be beautiful again. He knows he’s a liability and not an asset, but how glorious it was to finally not be needed; Dong Sik would be proud. He’s finally learned how to survive.

-

It was a breath of fresh air after a year of cigarette smoke and car fumes.

He knew they looked good together. Joo Won was able to make him laugh and he didn’t mind some of the man’s more annoying quirks. He thanks Dong Sik for that, the older man really set the standard for what Joo Won can now tolerate. The first few weeks of their casual fling were easy, the librarian enjoyed showing Joo Won the town he grew up in, and Joo Won enjoyed learning new things.

They had kissed a few times, mostly just sweet pecks on the lips or a kiss on the cheek. The first time they kissed for real, Joo Won tried everything within his power to not compare. But he knew deep down he didn’t get the same rush as he did with his last par… But that was a good thing, he convinced himself and slipped his tongue in.

-

Joo Won never felt more like dust upon long-forgotten trophies. Once interesting, once beautiful, once a useful item to paint the picture of excellence for a dynasty he brought down to the ground. Kill the boy to become the man. Slay the father to be cleansed of his sin. That man looked like his father. 

He’s a show dog, wasn’t it about time someone put him down? He can’t compete, so what was his use?

-

Dong Sik is his Elpis and Joo Won wants nothing more than to love him.  

It was shocking to him that this decision didn’t feel rash. He knew it was right. Dong Sik deserved to be loved, even if he had a flock by his side ready to do just that. It doesn’t matter, Joo Won decides, he’s willing to try. He hesitates to believe he’s worthy as one of those who loves Dong Sik, but the older man says his name so sweetly and looks at him like Joo Won is the missing piece of a puzzle, the finishing touches of gold thread in his tapestry, the subject of his masterpiece.

Everyone must feel this way under Dong Sik's genuine smile, he had that ability to make anyone feel like they were the only one that matters. Joo Won knows this. He knows better now but it didn’t stop him from vowing to make himself beautiful for Dong Sik's portrait.

-

Joo Won gives his lofty attention to the couple adjacent to his right, the good-looking woman was still whispering in the man’s ear. He was definitely enjoying whatever it is she was saying if his clear arousal was anything to go by. “Inspector Han,” Dong Sik's voice is close to his ear again and Joo Won suddenly understands the state the man is in. 

Dong Sik seems very pleased with himself and Joo Won knows what he’s going to have to do. He scoots himself along with the pink leather until his broad shoulders are shielding Dong Sik from the couple, which he seems to enjoy if his smouldering smile is anything to go by. He’s like a lioness taking a drink at the watering hole and Joo Won is the crocodile stalking in a shallow grave.

-

“I got a lot in return.”

For once Joo Won’s eyes did not look through him - into him - with a dismissive roll or a suspicious scowl, nor do they plead, beg, or cry from the pain Dong Sik created. Instead, they blink and well with understanding. He looks away and his body softens with the heaviness of knowing. 

Finally.

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Love isn’t a craving. It isn’t a hunger pang that can be satisfied with a good feed. It isn't whimsy that is silly and vacillating, wandering from the urges of the ego to the wanting of the carnal. Nor is it the remedy for loneliness. It’s heartbreak, a bittersweet yearning for something you do not have. The desire to be with the one that compliments you on a level that goes beyond the temptations of guilt, lust, or notions as fickle as happiness. Love is the bonding of souls combining their fears, woes, passions, ambitions and strife- it is irrevocably unifying yourself to another with the hopes that it will last.

Love is fleeting and all-consuming. It’s the need to reach out and touch what could so easily slip into the abyss. It is unavoidable, glorious, and so frightening. More real than a spiritual awakening, more devastating than a missed opportunity. It is nature. It is natural. It is the knowledge that even though it will end (as all things do), whether that be from heartbreak or death, no matter how much that pain frightens you, you are still willing and wanting. It is the absolute trust that you will endure whatever you may face with your partner’s aid, together as a unit, beautifully pushing forward. 

That’s how he knows he doesn’t love this boy. You trust those you love. Nor does he love him back. 

Oh god, what has he been doing?

- Okay, I'll leave that there, as the list is getting a bit ridiculously long. Those are parts from just two fics that I wish to complete one day because I love them so much. They're definitely my longest wips (as in, it's taking the longest amount of time to complete them). Anyway, I hope this was interesting! ttfn 😊

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Do you think when clarke said to lexa "not yet" that lexa, in her mind, translated it to them not happening? Because lexa knows clarke means she needs more time, but lexa does not have time. Her life is not even her own, it's her people's. All her life she knows she's either gonna die young as a kid during the conclave or die young as a commander. Her time basically is not in her hands.

Hmmm. Tbh? No, not really. Not because that's not absolutely a dramatic ass Lexa "Ah! Leave me!" Kom Trikru type thing to think, but I think her actions spoke more of how she felt about it. I mean barely 5 seconds later when they're outside MW she basically asked Clarke "lol so wyd after this?" 🥴. Like the girl didn't stop her pursuit, she said after we kill these mfs you should come see my pimp ass house you're gonna love it. And I think that's just who Lexa's always been. I feel like I maybe diverge from a lot of the fandom in my thinking that Lexa was a lot of things, but hesitant to go after what she wanted wasn't one of them. Yes, initially she was all love is weakness, but the second she made the decision that she wanted to do something different, that she wanted to pursue her feelings for Clarke, she jumped in with both feet. She kissed the shit outta Clarke and every moment after that was her showing Clarke how much she cared for her one way or another. Lexa was never ambiguous as to what she wanted from Clarke, even down to the nightgown scene bbygirl was hoping to get railed that night and you'll never convince me otherwise, but she was respectful of Clarke's wishes and need for space even while still continuing to pursue her affections in small ways.

Truly I think Lexa's initial reaction when Clarke said not yet had so much more to do with her own nerves and whatnot. Because logically speaking, Clarke was probably the first girl Lexa had allowed herself to be open with since Costia. That had to have been emotionally taxing, even without the hesitancy on Clarke's part. I think it was a kind of calming of herself and her disappointment at thinking that Clarke wasn't feeling the attraction and connection quite as strongly as Lexa was at that point (not that I think Clarke wasn't, but I can see how Lexa would interpret it that way), so it was a "fuck, I just opened my heart up for the first time and that... didn't go great. It hurts... But it's ok, Lexa. You know Clarke. She needs time. Be patient. Don't shut down" type situation.

Alsoooo, I mean Lexa was an empathetic character, I can imagine on some level she probably was like "good job dumbass it's been 3 days since Finn died, it's taken you years to move on from Costia maybe you shouldn't have tried to stick your tongue in her mouth while she's still in her funeral clothes you fuckin lesbian".

But that may just me idk 🤷‍♀️

But do I think she thought they'd never happen? No. I mean yes she knew they may die in war but I don't think that stood out to her any more than any other danger ever did. I don't think she thought that they'd never be together until after she left Clarke at MW