#So very sorry I will be doing this again very soon

[obsessivevoidkitten]

A Mouthful of Cum Helps the Medicine Go Down

Male Surgeon DILF Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Nonconsensual oral sex, reader sucking that dick like they are the Gluckgluck 3000, somnophilia, non descriptive surgery, gun violence, blood, recovery, dream sequence, happy ending, mild age gap, dating Word Count: 1.3k (Written as a birthday gift for a friend, all written in a few hours yesterday, so I am sorry for any errors.)

The date you had just finished with Doctor Michael Hayes had gone pretty well. He was handsome and well put together, neat and tidy, and his personality definitely fit with what you had been looking for. In fact, you already set up another one with him at his request. Evidently the older gentleman, an actual surgeon, had felt the date had gone well too.

The evening kept replaying in your head. His rugged but charming demeanor, his eyes full of experience but still flashed with a sense of adventure whenever he stared at you. Maybe he was the one! After a deluge of slobs, bums, and selfish toxic freaks the thought that you may have found the man for you was like a breath of fresh air.

And he was just so handsome! A bit older, maybe mid to late forties, but he was definitely aging gracefully. You had to admit you definitely had some lewd thoughts about where you wanted his dick. In the texts the two of you had shared you had really felt a connection with him and had built a solid friendship but tonight solidified that it would evolve into something more.

You pulled into your driveway, just getting home after sharing your meal with Hayes. You drew your coat close, shivering from the sudden exposure to the chilly night air. You closed your car door with a thud and started walking up the path to your door, the thin layer of snow crunched beneath your steps as you did so.

A dark figure cloaked in shadow jumped out from one of the hedges that hugged the front of your house. A loud bang. Piercing pain. On the ground. You saw your blood leave you as the snow drank it greedily. Then darkness.

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You were unconscious as the doctors rushed around you, zipping you to the operating room, communicating over your injured body about your condition.

Doctor Hayes was back on duty after your date, that’s why it had been so quick, otherwise he would have liked to spend more time with you. He was already sure the two of you would end up in a long term relationship. You just fit together far too well. It wasn't just one date, the two of you had been chatting for just over a month before meeting. You were a high ranked and well regarded detective and he was a surgeon, you both saved lives and you were both incredibly busy, so it took a while before the two of you could set up a proper date.

He was determined to see you again soon though. Only he didn’t realize that it would be on his very operating table. It certainly was not how he had wanted your next meeting to go.

It was touch and go a couple times, but luckily the bullet had missed your heart. The procedure was a success and full recovery was soon expected. Though a coma was medically induced to give you time to heal properly.

Even though you were pretty much out of the woods Hayes still held your hand and sat by your side during every free moment that he had. He heard from the cops, who were very eager to find the perpetrator, that they suspected you had been shot by an inmate that had been put away thanks to your detective work who had recently escaped. They had already caught the fucker but were just working on gathering evidence and getting a confession.

At any rate you were safe now with him, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Over the course of a couple days with you out like a light he had taken to just staring at your face, so peaceful in rest. Like an angel. He fantasized about the things the two of you would do while you recovered. The life you might have in the future.

And, occasionally, how it would feel to slip into you. He had played it cool during the chats the two of you shared and during your date but he was terribly obsessed with the thought of being with you, even masturbating more than once to pictures of your face that were available on social media.

One late night after his shift he found himself with you in your room and couldn’t help but stare at your lips. They looked so supple and he couldn’t help but think to himself that they would feel amazing wrapped around his cock. He gently traced your lips with his thumb and actually considered for a moment pulling out his dick and using that instead.

He quickly brushed the fantasy aside though. Until he heard you very quietly, but very clearly, mumble his name in your sleep in a lusty way.

Hayes’s resolve broke in the face of temptation. After that how could he possibly resist? He quickly locked the door and brought his cock to your lips. The best he had hoped for was rubbing it on your lips then jacking off until he came on your mouth.

To his surprise you opened your mouth and began sucking it in a way that could only be described as eager. He had to double check to make sure that you were truly asleep. He moaned involuntarily as you took him in his entirety, expertly twirling your tongue around his cock head as you sucked him off.

The surgeon stroked your hair, letting you go at your own pace as you blew him.

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In your dreams you had just gone on another outing with Hayes. It had gone even better than the first and he had come back home with you. After some time spent on the couch snuggled up with one another as you streamed some show that neither of you paid much attention to you ended up with your head on his lap and his cock out in front of you.

You sucked it happily, starting on the tip and making your way quickly down the shaft. Normally you would have taken your time, but you were spurred on by his encouraging moans and the sensation of him absently stroking your hair.

You sucked a bit faster in anticipation of your prize. And you were well rewarded with what you sought. His cock throbbed in your mouth as it gushed with cum. You gladly swallowed every drop before smiling and going back to innocently laying your head on his lap as he put away his manhood.

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This dream had coincided with reality, it wasn’t even necessary for the doctor to clean his cock as you had swallowed every trace of what he had just done. He briefly felt regret but pushed it away, the two of you had chatted about sex before anyway, it was only a matter of time before you would be on his dick anyway. And it didn’t seem like your sleeping self had minded very much at all.

When you woke up a few hours later, groaning from pain and being informed of your situation by none other than Hayes himself who by wild coincidence was your surgeon, you couldn’t help but imagine the taste of cum in your mouth. As if your dream had been reality.

When you found out that Hayes had spent so much time at your side while you were incapacitated you were truly touched. What other man would do that after just a date and a month of chatting online? It went far beyond the duties of a doctor.

That was the tale of how your long lived romance with Hayes started, and you definitely made the dream you had come true many times over the years, never aware of what he had done while you were recovering.

[savanir]

It was meant to be a nice day, visit the current location of the circus, meet up with some acquaintances, play with the puppies of the acrobatic dogs act.

Just don't think about the bat stuff for a while. Dick had let the tension slip out of his shoulders.

Rookie mistake.

Now here he is, fighting with a weird new primarily black with some white Amazo like robot who for some reason targets ghosts?

Dick was just having a nice little talk with his old friend Boston when this thing came out of nowhere.

And seriously, it's really hard to protect someone you can't see but the enemy very obviously can. Thankfully the thing seems to be programed to target ghosts and only ghosts. And it seems very averse to Dick's escrima sticks.

Dick has already contacted Barbara and she's trying to figure out what the acronym G.I.W. that's stamped on the robot stands for.

Trying to reason with it by, for example mentioning that Deadman is with the league, simply leads to the thing rattling off a bunch of anti ghost laws. Why are there anti ghost laws?!

Backup should arrive soon though, it turns out that Tim has already stolen a batjet earlier that day and is now on his way after checking an old young justice member.

Over the comms they talk,

"Nightwing, I think you and I have the same target"

"Yes I would hope so!?"

"No, I mean, I think that robot attacked my old teammate first, but she's not a ghost anymore so it left again without doing much"

"... who is out here with a grudge against already dead people? I thought this was just targeted against Deadman!"

Oracle pops up, "sorry to disappoint boys, it's a whole thing apparently, an offshoot of the global occult coalition"

Twin groans are heard over the line with one being cut off as Nightwing has to dodge a piece of circus tent getting thrown in his general direction.

Though the relaxing day off is ruined there is a part in Dick that's a little excited to shut this thing down and take it apart back in the cave, this is shaping up to be a somewhat fun mystery for once.

[uki01]

Hi I was wondering if you could do yandere (if your comfortable) sonic, shadow, and silver with a gn reader who almost dies

”Living was the Easy Part.”

Sonic The Hedgehog, Shadow The Hedgehog and Silver The Hedgehog x Gender Neutral! Reader (Separately).

Author’s Note: Ooh first Yandere request! Thanks for the request! Time to put my angst and Yandere writing skills to the test! Also remember! It’s not healthy to stay with someone who’s possessive, obsessive with you and doesn’t let you have your own rights, space, freedom or peace. You control yourself, no body does, female? male? any gender? No, you control you, you are you, no body else’s. I don’t support Yandere at all, it’s not okay to do this in real life, if you know anyone like this, tell a close loved one or emergencies immediately. Stay safe y’all 🫶🏽

Warning: Death mentioned, Possessive, Obsessive, Overprotective, Yanderes! Heavy angst, blood, near death experience.

Sonic The Hedgehog

The battle was intense, Dr Eggman wasn’t playing anymore, he got all his robots sending down on Sonic and them.

You try to fend off as much as you can, seeing that all your friends, Tails, Knuckles, Amy and the rest are getting tired.

You looked over at Sonic who was fighting off so much robots as well with Dr Eggman, even if he was tired he still kept fighting through with a cocky grin on his face.

You hated seeing this, as Dr Eggman was about to launch his missile towards Sonic, you panicked and immediately grabbed a nearby weapon you found laying on the battle field.

Running towards Sonic, desperate to save him while Tails and the rest try to stop you from getting hurt, “Y/N! Don’t! It’s way to dangerous you’ll get killed out there!”

But you ignored all that, too focused on saving Sonic.

Even if he was already handling it, the thought of him being hurt made you feel useless, so you pushed Sonic aside as soon as Dr Eggman launched his missile and you whacked the missile away to a different direction but caused an explosion resulting you getting hurt in the process.

After gaining your vision, you were hurt very badly, your arm is burnt, you have scars everywhere and your face is covered in blood, you feel like collapsing but was determined to stay alive.

You can hear someone shouting out your name, you recognised that Blue Blur’s voice, except you didn’t hear the confident tone behind it, only a terrified but desperate one.

Once you found you lying in the middle of the battle field, he was already at your side, basically screaming at you. Carefully treading his arm, making sure he doesn’t hurt you anymore due to your state right now.

”Y/N! Oh my god thank god you’re safe, why the hell would you do that!? I had that handled! You could’ve died from Dr Eggman’s missiles!”

You told him you couldn’t let him die, but Sonic was bubbling with frustration when you said that and shouted back at you.

”But YOU COULD’VE DIED Y/N! Do you think I could go on if you were gone?! What would happen if that missile killed you huh?!… I knew I shouldn’t have let you on the battle field, I’m so sorry Y/N… I should’ve been faster…”

He carefully swoops you up and takes off with you in his arms out of the battle field. Taking you to Tails to aid you in your state right now.

After recovering from that, Sonic hasn’t let you out of his sight ever since, always standing close to you and making sure you are safe and sound.

As much as you we’re grateful for his concern he’s been in your space like almost every time, constantly always just being there with you, every where you go.

You told Sonic that you are fine now but Sonic just shakes his head and says this.

”What if Dr Eggman comes up again huh? What if he has a bigger and more threatening weapon that can kill you in one go? What if I’m not there, fast enough to save you? I cant let that happen, not again, I promise you that.”

As time moved one, the more overprotective Sonic gets, basically just your body guard. Going anywhere you go.

Going to the mall? Oh Sonic will go with you! He can help you carry your shopping bags! Going to the gym? He’ll come and train with you! Doesn’t want anyone looking at you while you workout, going for a jog? Oh he’ll tag along! Sonic loves exercise, it in his name and legs.

This kind of scares you more, as you try to tell Sonic that you need space and alone time, that’s when Sonic’s cocky and carefree demeanour falters and he starts looking like a wild animal or more… crazed.

”Are you serious? Space? After what just happened? No, no no no I can’t let you walk around free knowing that Dr Eggman can strike any time and I am not there to save you in time, you need me to protect you, I won’t let anything hurt you ever.”

Ever since, he has never let you out of his sight, he won’t trap you anywhere at the house you and Sonic are staying at since he hates oppression, but I’ll tell you one thing, if you try to run away from him, don’t even do it again, he’ll always be faster than you.

”Please don’t run away babe, you’re breaking my heart, I’m just protecting you, can’t you see that? I won’t let anyone dare to lay a finger on you, ever. Plus you can’t run away from me babe, so don’t run away, you’ll know I’ll always catch you.”

So no matter what you do. You cannot outrun him, Sonic will always be faster than you.

Shadow The Hedgehog

This battle was tough. Dr Eggman was not giving up, his robots fighting against Team Dark and you.

You can see across the battle field that Rouge is visibly tired but still fighting and so is Omega, who can’t get visibly tired but is getting bombarded with Dr Eggman’s robots. You look across to see Shadow who is fine but has a ton of robots on him too, hate to see him like this, so you grabbed a weapon that can shoot blasters.

You start running towards Shadow to save him, Rouge seeing you run over, confused but figured out what you are doing “Y/N! Stop! You’ll get killed!” She gets bombarded with other Dr Eggman’s robots.

You didn’t care though, what matters now is saving Shadow, as soon as the robots were launched onto him and so was Dr Eggman, he slide in just in time and hold Shadow close to your chest as protecting and aim the blaster towards the robots and Dr Eggman, blasting them far away but resulted an explosions blowing you and Shadow away from each other.

After you woke up, your vision finally starts to clear, you see Shadow watching over you.

Soon as he sees you finally awake, to your surprise, he hugs you tight, so close, afraid that he’ll let you go and basically scolding you.

”You idiot! Why would you do that! I had it handled! You know I can survive these kind of situations, you cannot throw yourself in like that you’ll get hurt! Or worse! Dead!”

You sighed at this, there wasn’t any malice in those words, he was just upset at what you did, telling him you didn’t want to see him get hurt in the process which makes him more angry with you.

”So you think it was a good idea to throw yourself, against Dr Eggman’s robots? You could’ve died Y/N, I am suppose to protect you, from now on, I am not letting you into any battles, ever.”

Ever since, Shadow started looming over you, watching your every move.

You feel like it’s just you whenever you go somewhere but Shadow’s always there, watching in the shadows like a hawk.

You’ve been feeling uneasy over these past few months, one day you confronted Shadow, you try to tell him in the most politest and nicest way possible that you need your own space, you are fine and you can handle yourself. But Shadow doesn’t take it lightly, he takes it like you said something offensive, so he narrows his eyes and scowls at you.

”You think you are better off without me? What just happened the last time we battled Dr Eggman huh? You almost died and you say you can handle yourself when we both know you are very selfless when it comes to saving people, so I am not going anywhere, there’s no one strong enough to protect you, you have me, only me.”

After you said that, he will always be with you if you need to go somewhere, you aren’t going out of his sights ever and if Dr Eggman is nearby, he forces you to stay inside the house. If you are ver tried to run off, Shadow will immediately chaos control to you, he’ll find you like a snap of a finger.

”You know this is all worth nothing right?, I can get to you just quickly as that, so stop trying to run damnit, can’t you see I’m trying to protect you? And your making it harder for me, especially when Dr Eggman is on the loose and I can’t check in to see if your okay, so please my love, stop running away.”

Shadow will always remind you if you try to run that he, is The Ultimate Lifeform.

Silver The Hedgehog

This battle felt like it went on for ages. Dr Eggman felt persistent today and it for sure was working.

Silver was using his telekinetic powers aganist Dr Eggman’s robots while Blaze was doing the same with her pyrotechnics powers.

You can see both of them visibly struggling, you grabbed a nearby rocket launcher lying around and run towards Silver who was trying to catch his breath while still fighting.

Blaze sees you running and tries to yell out to you “Y/N stop! Don’t go in there! It’s too dangerous!”

It didn’t matter though, what mattered is helping Silver.

As soon as Dr Eggman showed up and one of his robots were launched towards Silver, you stepped in front of him just in time and blasted the rocket launcher, aiming towards the robot and Dr Eggman.

But it caused an explosion which knocked you out unconscious.

Soon as you start stirring, you say up and see Silver by your side, soon as he sees you awake, he’s immediately hugging you, tightly while his voice cracks slightly.

”Why would you do that?! You almost died out there Y/N! Don’t you ever! Ever do that again! I should’ve have let you out there, I am so sorry sweetheart…”

You hugged him back reassuringly but this is just the start of your torture.

Ever since, Silver has been at your side, constantly sticking close to you, like a koala clinging onto a tree.

Always helping you to get something, find, lift or anything really, barely letting you do anything yourself or give some time to yourself as well, basically like your personal bubble wasn’t even a thing.

This was becoming overwhelming when the time passes by ever day, so you told Silver that as much as you appreciated his concern, it was just becoming too much now and ask for personal space and alone time, unfortunately Silver doesn’t take it very well.

”B-But I have protected you all these times! Does this not mean anything to you?! I swore that I would protect you with all my life, strength and what I’ve got left in me! Please please don’t let me go sweetheart!”

After that, it just became worse, you always saw Silver, every time, every day, never letting you go, never letting you have your own air or anything.

If you try to run off, Silver will use his telekinetic powers to find you.

”Sweetheart don’t you see what I’m trying to do for you? I don’t understand why you insist on leaving me when I’ve been the one by your side unlike anyone else, so please… I beg of you sweetheart… please don’t run, it’s no use.”

Silver will always be there, reminding you that it’s no use to run away from him, so please, just stay with him.

Author’s Note: This was fun to make, hope you enjoyed this!

REMEMBER! NONE OF THIS IS HEALTHY AND I DO NOT SUPPORT THIS. PLEASE CONTACT A CLOSE LOVED ONE OR EMERGENCIES IF YOU SEE ANY OF THIS BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS YOU OR ANYONE. No one deserves to be treated like a prize, you are human.

Love y’all , stay safe 🫶🏽💕

[abbyslvrrr]

dark!ellie who beats the shit out of you once she finds out you’ve been touching yourself without her

Shades of cool dark!ellie Williams x fem!reader

Hope you enjoy this bby 🫶🏻 (it’s kinda ass)

Cw: dark!ellie. Abuse (slapping, kicking you in the stomach. Hair pulling) name calling (calls r! Whore once)

She’d been gone for a couple of hours now, surely she wouldn’t be home anytime soon, right? You were bored and horny as fuck, since you’d been here with Ellie since she kidnapped you a couple of months back, she laid out some ground rules.

keep your stuff tidy and neat.

Don’t attempt to escape

Do not touch yourself without her.

Ellie was particular about that specific rule; she was kind of a control freak. The girl can’t have you touching yourself. You were so busy trying to reach your peak in bed you never heard the door open and Ellie’s footsteps in the hall, you only noticed when she cleared her throat. Fuck.

“E-Ellie I—I wasn’t—“ Before you could explain yourself or anything, she grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked you off the bed, your hands wrapping around her wrist, trying to get her off. Ellie, being much stronger than you, doesn’t budge, throwing you across the room. You’re now whimpering in pain. The brunette crouches in front of you and grabs your cheeks, squeezing them together. Letting out a small whimper, you try to pry her hand off, but again she doesn’t budge.

“I come home from a long-ass day, and this is what I find? You touching yourself without me? Are you that desperate, whore?” Before you can process anything, she slaps your cheek very hard and then the other. Begging and pleading did not help, her shoe-clad foot connected with your stomach. She continues her abuse on you until she's had enough.

You’re a crying mess right now, she picked you up and got into bed. She’s leaning against the headboard, and you’re against her chest, where you are shaking and apologizing profusely.

“E-Ellie I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to be bad.” Clinging onto her shirt like she was your lifeline, Ellie places soft kisses on your head and shushes you. Eventually you calm down and fall asleep in her arms. Ellie looks down at your face and sees a couple of bruises forming, and she’s the one on your stomach too. She feels bad, but part of her fucked-up brain finds you beautiful.

You were her perfect doll after all.

[short-honey-badger]

Shamrock who slept with a maid reader whos pregnant but afraid to tell him?

Hey love! Sorry this took so long to get around to. I'm trying to get caught up! This got a lot fluffier than I intended, but I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

Complicated Affairs

Pairings! Figarland Shamrock x Female Reader

Warnings! Mentions of abortion but don't worry

Masterlist for Shamrock and Shanks-> HERE

You stand outside the office of one Figarland Shamrock, hands wringing together with your nerves. It's been a few weeks since you've seen your occasional lover, and you usually would never go to him, but this was something that could not wait. It was far too important. You are about to knock for a second time when a throat being cleared makes you jump all over yourself.

“What are you doing here?”

You turn to see the man you are looking for standing behind you, his face set in his usual bored look. Your throat goes dry, and your face burns, eyes watering as that nervous energy explodes in your chest, making you feel like the world was closing in on you. You try to speak, but the words just get caught in your throat.

Shamrock watches you spirial, and despite himself, concern makes itself at home in his black heart. He steps closer, one hand landing on your shoulder to turn you around, body pressing against your back so that he can reach around you and open the door to his office. He gently pushes you inside and then follows after, locking the door behind him and leading you over to one of the chairs, your chair, that sits beside the cold fireplace.

You sit heavily, hands clenched together, head on a swivel as you watch Shamrock walk around and settle in the seat opposite your own. He looks at you, burgundy eyes flickering over your form and taking you in. You don't look injured, but your eyes are alight with fear, and that's something that the Holy Knight finds unacceptable.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, tone intense as he sits forward in his chair, elbows resting atop his knees.

“Not exactly,” you hedge and take a deep breath, trying your best to pull yourself together. You needed to calm down so that you could explain to your lover what was going on. You lick your lips, clearing your throat as you get your thoughts in order.

Shamrock waits patiently, forcing himself to stay quiet and not demand what was going on. You were always so calm and level-headed, so it threw him off to have you act like this. Something had to be wrong if you had seeked him out.

You steel your nerves, shoulders setting as you come to the conclusion that this would be far easier if you were blunt about it all. You look up and catch his eyes, hold it as you say these damning words.

“I'm pregnant.”

You force yourself to keep watching the commander of the holy knight, needing to know what kind of reaction that the redhead was going to have. You had already accepted the fact that he may not want you to keep the child, and even though you knew it would kill you to do so, you would do whatever he urged you to do. Privately, you could only hope that Shamrock would set you free, take you away from Mariejois to never be seen again. At least then you could raise your child somewhere safe and he would not have to worry about you ever again.

Shamrock doesn’t feel shocked very often, but he could add it right now to the list. At first, he feels angry and furious over the fact that even though the two of you were careful in your relations that this had still happened. But that anger is soon replaced by an odd fear, his chest feeling tight with anxiety. His father would be furious beyond thought if he knew that a common maid now carried a Figarland babe. He knows that the best course of action, logically speaking, would be to have it removed before any more time could pass, but the moment that thought crosses his mind, Shamrock feels sick to his stomach.

What lay inside of you, growing every day, was his. It was his child, made together with the only woman to ever capture his interest and hold it. Shamrock is not a good man. He would think himself one, but he did not wish to put you through the heartbreak of losing a child you would never know. Your voice, thick with desperation, pulls him from his thoughts.

“I understand if you would not wish for me to keep it, but please, please don't make me do that, Sham. It may be young, but I have felt it growing within me, and I don't want to let that go.”

Shamrock moves, a sudden need to reassure you rising up and overwhelming everything else he feels right now. He kneels at your side, gloved hand cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that spill from your eyes. He meets your gaze, needing you to understand and hear what he is about to tell you.

“That is not what is going to happen,” he begins, and his heart breaks just a little when he sees you sag in such obvious relief. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your brow before pulling away to meet your eyes once more, “The babe is my responsibility, too, darling. I will not leave you to deal with this alone.”

You can help the sob that escapes you, lips trembling as you throw yourself at the redhead, pressing your face into the crook of his neck as you cry. Your tears stain his uniform, but the holy knight doesn't seem to care, not when he curls his arms around you and tugs you tighter against his chest. One hand slides into your hair, and he turns to press his face against your cheek.

A chorus of quiet thank yous rattle from between your lips, your relief so strong that you can't think straight. You were going to be able to keep your baby, raise them and care for them, teach them, and watch them grow older. You pull away, wiping your face and giving Shamrock a watery smile.

“Do not thank me again, darling,” He murmurs, and leans in, his brow pressing against yours, his eyes burning with what you could only call affection, “I will take care of you.”

@mit-suri @sanjisleggy @nocturnalrorobin @forever-a-night-owl @sordidmusings @mfreedomstuff

[nnight-dances]

PICTURE YOU

PAIRING: karina x fem!reader (reader has periods)

GENRE: fluff, smut (explicit, but not too much?)

TROPES: karina comes back home with a bob and you go crazy essentially. also yeah this is the same universe as CASUAL

LISTEN TO: picture you by chappell roan

NOTE: lol not me breaking the hiatus with this karina fic on a random friday... but come on you can't blame: just look at her!!! actually lost my mind when i saw the new hair reveal like???? have u considered my feelings??? also yea i guess i just associate my karina fics with chappell roan songs now sorry. also also i have been in a crisis once again trying to figure out if i'm bi or just a lesbian so perhaps that is where this fic came from maybe perhaps! anway, pls enjoy <3

in your defence, you were on your period. and you'd been burn out after the past few weeks straight from hell at college. you'd lost sleep almost every single night and you didn't remember the last time you'd felt the rush of anxiety not be there in your veins. all that to say, you were in a specially fragile mental state when karina came home with a bob. 

at first you didn't even recognize her. you'd looked up from your phone where you'd been mindlessly scrolling to take your mind off the stress and then back down, thinking it was weird that a random chick had entered your room. you'd pinned it to be one of karina's friends but as soon as you said karina's name in your head, your neck snapped back up to look at her: "karina?" 

the girl burst into laughter at your shocked exclamation, the ends of her hair hitting her neck. "yes, it's me, jagiya. did you not recognize me?" she's still laughing but you feel something like a fainting spell coming on, with the way your vision blurs and your heartbeat threatens to explode. 

"jagiya?" karina's voice is speckled with doubt now, crossing your shared room to stand closer to your bedside where you lay. her cold fingertips greeted your bare shoulder, "do you not like it?" 

you can't speak for the longest time, just staring back at your girlfriend in utter shock. karina is starting to interpret your silent shock as horror when you finally break the stillness, hand on her jaw bringing her lips to your hungry ones. you devour her, lips overpowering hers as you slip your tongue into her mouth with the kind of force that has karina gasping. 

it is her hand at your chest that stops the kiss, her eyes wide with flustered amusement. "i'm guessing that means you like it?" 

"rina," your voice is a whisper, so drenched in longing that it surprises your own ears, "you're divine. i don't can handle this." you feel weak all of a sudden, falling to your pillow with a huff, but eyes never leaving karina.

"i'm sorry i didn't think a haircut would get you this worked up," karina laughs, climbing up your bed, shuffling into the space between your legs. "but i'm not complaining. you've never kissed me like a starving woman before."

you groan, "don't tease me. i'm just– look, you're already like the hottest person on this campus and if that wasn't enough of a nightmare, you've gone and gotten yourself a bob. now i'm gonna have to fight off the bitches who didn't know you were gay!" 

"did you just say nightmare–"

"yes. i have to live knowing that i've outdone myself with my very first college girlfriend. i'll never reach these heights again."

karina runs a hand through your hair with a smile, "who says you won't always have me?"

you give her an incredulous look, "really? with this bob, it'll only be hours before there's a line of lesbians outside our door begging for your number."

"well, that's too bad," her hand's found its way up your shirt somehow, "i'm taken."

you hum an acknowledgement. then, you sit up to face her, cupping her face in your hands. slowly, you kiss her. longingly. fiercely. 

you pull away to rest your forehead against her, your hand busy exploring the new form of her hair. it's thrilling, the way you can access her neck so much easier. your fingertips rest at her strong shoulder and your lips trail their path, lingering at the valley between her jaw and her throat. you place a soft kiss there and then feeling the tremble of her nervous breath, you go in with more bite, leaving a mark. 

you feel karina's hand clutching at the material of your shirt, the squeezing a pleasant reminder of the way you were making her feel. "i might just be the luckiest girl to exist," you mumble, making your way down to her collarbones. karina's response is a guttural moan, her hand against your waist pushing you closer to her chest now. 

"mhm, there's one way to shoo your fangirls away," you chuckle, admiring the patchwork of blooming bruises on karina's neck. she's flushed, and even better, speechless. 

"you're killing me, y/n," karina whines, clawing at your shirt to take it off. you shake your head, stopping her movements. 

"no, you're the one that's killing me," you complain, lifting karina's tank top before she can protest. "let me at least show you how you make me feel." 

you really do devour karina that afternoon: her toned body spread over your sheets like a dream that you couldn't afford. but it was real. you know because you took your time with her, touching and feeling every inch of her warm body flush against yours: the little hairs on her skin dancing against your hot touch, and the veins running hot to greet your touch. 

you've just traversed the landscape of her abdomen when she sits up, eyes blown out with pleasure. "y/n, i think i'm gonna pass out if you keep at it." 

you look up from between her legs with a grin, "really? then you've just started to understand how i feel–" 

before you can continue your adminstrations, she tugs you up, lips beckoning yours. "let me eat you out," she asks softly as she pulls away from the kiss. and you relish in the sound of her begging you to let her please you, the actual goddess in between your arms. 

"as much as i'd love that," you peck her nose, "'m on my period, babe."

"you know i don't care," she starts and then shivers when your hands find the hem of her panties. 

"don't worry 'bout me, rina," you assure her, "let me make you feel good today, 'kay?" she nods, coming apart so easily while you talk her through it, showering her with praises like there was no end to it. and you'd do it for the rest of your life. watching karina's skin pulse under your touch and the way her eyes were hooded by her short hair, in the end it was always worth it. 

[coquitokisses]

Oh, baby! | Dean Winchester

Pairings: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Summary: reader had a one night stand with Dean and they find out she’s pregnant

Word count: 1.4k

A/n: I gotta be honest, this is from a fanfic lmao, which is supposed to be a crossover of Teen Wolf and Supernatural, but I haven’t published it yet and I’ve been wanting to write something about Dean for a whileee so I decided to just edit this lil thing I had and post it here cuz why not?

“Hey, Cas, you’re back.” You smile sweetly at him once you saw him as you made your way to the library to help Sam with research

“Hi, y/n.” He replied with a small smile that soon turned into a confused frown

You noticed. “Everything okay?”

“How do you feel?” He asks

“I’m fine.” You replied, not understanding his sudden worry

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Cas, why? What’s wrong?” You questioned feeling a little alarmed by the way he was asking

“It’s just that I feel another presence.” He said

“Another presence?” Sam took his eyes off the laptop to look at Castiel

“What do you mean another presence?” Dean’s voice was soon heard throughout the library

“Is it bad?” You ask

“No,” Castiel shook his head. “It’s inside you.”

“Inside me?!” You were so confused right now “But what is it? Is it bad?”

“Is she okay?” Sam asked somewhat worried after hearing Castiel’s words

“She’s fine,” he replied and then looked at you “Can I?” he raised his hand

You nodded giving him permission to do whatever he had to do. Castiel put a hand on your forehead and then began to lower it down your body, but without actually touching it, until it reached your belly.

“Can I?” he looked at you, you just nodded

He placed his hand on your belly and that’s when he realized what was the presence he was feeling.

“It’s a baby,” he said, removing his hand

You almost choked. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!”

“A.. baby?” Sam was dumbfounded

“Wait, wait, are you sure?” Dean looked at Castiel

“Very sure,” the angel nodded

“It can’t be...” you put one of you hands on you chest. “Oh my God..”

“Are you really sure?” Dean asked again

“Yes, Dean, I am one hundred percent sure that I feel a baby’s presence.” Castiel snapped back

“This isn’t happening.” Dean ran his hands over his face “This is.. this is simply not happening.”

“Please don’t tell me you guys…” Sam looked at you both

“Sam, just shut up for a minute, okay?” Dean replied

“I- I need to get some air.” You muttered as you walked backwards like three steps and then turned around heading to the stairs

“Y/n wait!” Sam called out but you ignored him

You got out of the bunker and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down and not have a panic attack.

“This can’t be real..” you murmured to yourself

You raised your hands to your belly and you’re just standing there in shock.

Of course you wanted a family, but you knew that it was probably not going to happen due to the fact that you’re a hunter and you’ve been hunting basically your whole life. You knew how your life was gonna end. And you made your peace with that. Kinda.

Worst thing about all of this is the fact that Dean is the one who got you pregnant. You two used to hate each other, but throughout the years, you’ve learned to tolerate each other and well, you’ve basically been working with them since they had to deal with the angels pretty much.

He’s always had a crush on you and you knew it, but it wasn’t really that serious. He usually just flirted with you and most of the time you just ignored him.

Until a few weeks ago, while you guys were finishing up a case that Sam decided to let you two handle so you could work on your communication and your anger issues, because the week before that, you have to admit that you were both butting heads every five minutes, and it was driving Sam insane. So he sent you both to deal with a shapeshifter case in Wyoming and with a little assignment to work on your issues and stop behaving like kids. His words.

And you did worked your issues out. You just didn’t think it was gonna be by having sex, but hey, you weren’t complaining at all. He was perfect. And it was the best night you’ve ever had in a while.

And here are the results of that hook up.

It’s clear to say that neither of you are prepared, mentally nor physically prepared to have a kid.

And besides, how were you gonna raise a kid together if you can’t even get along for more than two days?

You got on your car and decided to go for a ride, just to clear your head. And while you were at it, you bought like two boxes of pregnancy tests just to be one thousand percent sure and because you would believe it more once you see it yourself.

You got something to eat after that and decided to use the bathroom at a gas station so you could take the pregnancy tests.

While you waited on the results, you were walking around in the small bathroom, thinking what the hell you were gonna do.

After a few minutes of talking to yourself internally, you decided to take a look at the four pregnancy tests.

“Oh god..” you muttered under your breath seeing the plus sign on the tests

(…)

After a while of just driving around, you finally decided to get back to the bunker. Once you open the door, Dean’s head turned to look at you immediately.

“Where were you?” He asked, leaving the book he was reading on the table

“I was getting rid of the little creature,” you replied

“Y/n.” Dean gave your a stern look

“I’m kidding.” You rolled your eyes. “I went for a ride and to get something to eat, anything else you want to know?”

You walked to where he was and put your hand inside the pocket of your jacket.

“In case you thought Castiel was lying...” you took the pregnancy tests out of your jacket pocket and placed them on the table. “It’s quite real.”

Dean looked at the tests in front of him realizing that this was really happening. He did believe Cas, but seeing the positive pregnancy tests, definitely made his mind finally fall into the acceptance that this was real. Very real.

Dean sighed. “Look, I know you’re not completely happy with this situation, believe me, I’m not either, but..-

“But we already did it and now we have to take responsibility, I know,” you said taking off your jacket “What I’m still trying to figure out is how you and I are going to raise a baby”

“I don’t know either.” He sighed

“This wasn’t supposed to happen” you pulled out a chair so you could sit and then you brought your hands to you face

“I know...” Dean said in a soft voice and leaned a little so he could look at you. “Hey,” he gently took you by the wrists, removing your hands from your face. “You’re not going to be alone, I’m not going for a pack of cigarettes and never come back.”

That made you laugh a little. “I know you won’t.”

“I’m just.. scared.” He admitted “Scared to raise a kid, scared that I might turn out like my dad and I don’t want that..”

“You’re not going to be like your father, Dean.” You said softly “And I’m scared too, like, I’m gonna be carrying a baby inside of me for the next nine months, I’m terrified that I won’t be a good mom.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

You smiled a little. “That’s kinda comforting.”

“I think we can make it work if we make the effort.”

“We hate each other.” You roll your eyes

He scoffs. “Speak for yourself, I don’t hate you, sweetheart, like, at all.”

You chuckle. “Don’t lie to yourself, you only wanted to get in my pants.” You joked

“Well yeah, but I don’t hate you.” He shrugged

“I don’t hate you either, you’re just.. very annoying.” You said

“You are too.”

You roll your eyes. “Right.”

“In all seriousness,” he started saying “I think we should give it a try.” He looked into your eyes “And you know, we would also be getting out of this life and finally getting a normal one.”

“That does sound nice.” You nodded

“It’s up to you, babe.” He said

You could see in his eyes that he was dead serious about this. He wanted this. He wanted to give it a try with you.

And after a few seconds of thinking, you finally responded.

“Let’s do it then.” You said and he smiled “But we’re not getting married.”

“I’m fine with that.” He said with a shrug which made you smile

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A/n: I think I can make this into a small series, should I? 👀

Likes, comments and reblogs will be appreciated! <3

divider creds @hyuneskkami

[delightfulhidingnook]

His Best Knight, The Queen

(Dark Cacao Cookie x Reader)

Chapter 1

You are one of the best warriors that Earthbread has ever seen, practically a master with nearly any weapon, though you mostly preferred your bow and arrows, best to try to keep enemies as far away as possible. Hailing from the Milk Tribe, you travelled back and forth from the Coffee village delivering stuff, gathering essentials and just helped in any way you could depending on where you were, all your good deeds ended up turning you into a sort of local hero. At one point you had made a friend, Affogato Cookie, he would tag along in your travels and even ended up hailing a hero title of his own as well though he didn’t do much, all the dirty work was yours alone. But you also did consider his company to be work plenty so you were happy to share the local hero title with him, he ended up being what you would consider a best friend.

It didn’t last long though, after having not seen him for a while during your trips to the Coffee Village you began asking around, eventually you were able to find out he left the village, no one knows where though. You were a bit sad, he left without saying goodbye, no doubt to go make something of himself, he always did talk about wanting more and having a place in life, you decided to be happy for him and wished him all the best in his adventure. Your loneliness however was cut short as well during one of your wood gathering trips, after cutting down a tree you heard a very high yelp and a small black blur running from the fallen tree to behind the next tree over. You pull out your bow and carefully approach where the creature had hidden itself, upon closer inspection you find yourself face to face with a dark fur cremewolf cub, poor thing was wounded, the tree probably fell on its paw.

“Aaaaaaww, sorry little guy, I didn’t see you, here, let me patch you up.”

You grab a branch and rip off a bit of your own cape to attach a splint, but as soon as you get close, the little fur ball bites you, letting out a small growl.

“Ow I’m trying to help you jerk!!”

The puppy barked, it's eyes filled with fear, an idea popped into your head, luckily you always pack a lunch before you leave, you pull out a covered bowl, it's still warm.

"You like Hot Jelly Stew?" You opened up the bowl and nudge it toward the small cub.

In no time at all, the small critter takes the bait, scarfing down the stew and allowing you to attach the splint to the little guys paw. Afterwards you let him finish the rest of the stew while you went back to cutting the fallen tree into logs. By the time you finished, the puppy had disappeared, leaving behind only the bowl. Assuming the cub went back to it's family you packed up and left to the Coffee Village to drop off the wood.

You ended up seeing the puppy again and again in the woods but every time after eating it would disappear, you ended up remembering to bring two bowls of stew and you ended up eating together. One day you notice the splint is gone, probably chewed off no doubt, you decide to put your hand out to pet young cremewolf. It growls at your hand in warning and you retract your hand and point at the cub.

"Stop being dramatic I wanna pet you!"

You reach your hand out slowly and pet the small cremewolf, your hand moves to the back of its ears and the cub seems to enjoy it, leaning into your touch, tail wagging.

“Aaaaaaawww you’re not so bad, just a little sweetie pie, yes you are, is that what I should call you, sweetie, oh yes you like that name don’t you.” Your voice devolved into baby talk as you pet the cub.

You became closely bonded, Sweetie eventually joined you everywhere you went, people seemed stunned to see that you tamed a dark fur crème wolf, they were deemed untamable. But Sweetie carried his weight as he got bigger, and bigger, eventually becoming your trusty trained steed, the Milk village was even kind enough to build him a special sled to make hauling easier. Both of you made your way through the snowy woods and in the distance you could hear the familiar roar of the two dragons.

“Aw, those jerks again, they’re so annoying!”

You looked over where you could see the two dragons, your eyes suddenly widened as your gaze wandered to the edge of giant icing ridge, you squinted, there was a person.

“Who the hell is stupid enough to go toward the dragons while they’re fighting?!?! Ugh, come on Sweetie, we gotta stop an idiot.” You held onto Sweeties fur and with a bark he changed course toward the icing ridge.

The wind blew harshly, cold air and snow swirling violently as the two beasts clashed. The mysterious figure was holding his own in a fierce battle between them wielding nothing but a single giant sword. You were almost up the ridge, who does this idiot think he is, battling the dragons, he was gonna get himself killed. You pulled out your bow, the guys back was totally exposed, before the black dragon could come up on his six, you shot it, the beast roared in pain, pulling back. But with another swing of his sword, the mysterious figure seemed to call down lightning, you hopped off of Sweetie, pulling him down as the figure let out a critical attack.

Suddenly the wind was still, there was a warmth, the sun, had come out, the dragons had been defeated, you were suddenly faced with a giant purple blade only a few inches from your face.

“Who are you?” Asked the strange figure.

You look up and are met with purple eyes, like amethysts, he had long, black hair with a single white streak in it. Sweetie growls, warning the unknown warrior to back away, you get up and signal for Sweetie to sit before raising your hands in defense.

“Not a foe, just came here to make sure you were alright, not everyday you see a stranger stupid enough to come up here and just defeat two dragons by himself, but I mean I helped a bit too so you can thank me later.”

“Did you now?”

“Black dragon was gonna come up behind you and crumble you back into flour if it hadn’t been for me, you’re lucky I was passing by on a delivery.”

It suddenly came to your realization that this delivery would be very much late “Aw dang! I totally forgot about the delivery I was making!!”

You hopped back onto Sweetie and reached a hand out to the mystery warrior man. “If you’d like you can hop on, Sweetie and I don’t mind giving you a ride into the Coffee Village.”

The stranger nodded quietly and took your hand, hopping up and taking a seat behind you.

“Alright Sweetie, mush!!”

As you made your way down the mountain and back on track toward the Coffee Village, you turned toward the silent stranger.

“You’re not much of a talker are you? But people are gonna want to know your name after what you did, I’m Y/n Cookie, how about you?”

“Dark Cacao Cookie.”

“Well, please to make your acquaintance Dark Cacao.”

And this was the beginning of a whole new adventure.

[weiszklee]

I can see that you are frustrated, and this makes sense given the nature of this debate. Rest assured I don't know you and do not wish to attack you personally, I'm sure tanadrin feels the same. My concern is with countering misinformation. I maybe not always pick the most kind words when it comes to it, so for that I am sorry.

But I must insist on my position.

I am well aware that psychology has inherent limitations and pitfalls, especially with such contentious and politically charged topics as addiction and porn. That's why I was rather precise in my wording in what I wrote, I refrained from making too strong a claim, and I clearly differentiated between established consensus and my own opinion. I think this way of talking about it is best practice for me as a lay person.

You do not seem to share this approach, which is why I felt the need to intervene in the first place. I don't believe this to be a bad faith engagement. Misinformation is precisely most important to counter when it is spread by well-meaning people like yourself.

The word addiction is often used imprecisely, which is bad enough, but you claimed, and now repeated, that there is an actual chemical dependence on one's own body's neurotransmitters (endorphins of all things), and I don't think this is compatible with the current state of research. Chemical dependence is not just a rhetorical tool, it has a precise meaning. At the very, very least you should mark this as a fringe conjecture which is not accepted by the mainstream.

Hallmarks of addiction like withdrawal symptoms and development of tolerance are typically absent even in problematic use of porn. A person might become less inhibited or desire novelty and therefore over time seek out more "extreme" genres, but this is very different from an actual tolerance. People often go through cycles, returning to the same kind of porn as soon as it is "fresh" to them again. Or they simply stay at one genre once they have broken through their inhibitions and found the right one for them. This would not happen if seeking more "extreme" genres were actually a kind of dose escalation.

I am aware that some might overcorrect away from rabid anti-porn rhetoric and instead convince themselves that all porn use is good and righteous. I hope you understand that this is not what is happening here. What I am saying is that people who actually do develop compulsions (meaning they literally cannot stop themselves, which is rare, to be clear) are not helped by an addiction model. These things just function differently in important ways.

But it is also true that most people who are troubled by their own porn use are simply feeling shame or guilt about it, without rising to diagnostic criteria.

You say I didn't consider context. The context I considered is the original post's "tough love" approach to addiction in general. It is surprising that this rhetoric, which echoes actual justifications for treatments which are tantamount to torture, did not raise any alarm bells for you, who seems so concerned about the dark side of psychology. How was it my calm response, which advocated for compassion and precise language, that you took offense with instead? I genuinely do not understand it.

Addiction is a disease that destroys the body and mind. They need mental health support from a professional. It is not my or your place to treat them with gentle hands when they demand we enable them.

The only thing you can do for people suffering from addiction realistically as a layman is take care of yourself and encourage the person to get help.

Enabling them makes it worse and that's what these people want. They don't want help, they want enablers.

[brittle-doughie]

Hello again HMMM How do I describe this ok here I go I thought about it since I had to capture Shadow Milk and Y/N Cookie's daughter in a drawing the children of the kingdom don't want to play with her because she is the daughter of a beast

I'm sorry if you don't look very nice, I don't know how to draw the style of cookies 😭

The drawing is in Spanish but in in :

Hello, can I play with you?

I'm not sorry but you're daughter of a beast

The girl only has t/n comfort since her dad is not for being there

They should learn that the little one can be different from their parent, why judge them so soon based on origin alone!

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

Tanagariel's Clexa First Kisses

Following the trend #10YearsofClexaKisses here you have the first kisses between Clexa in four of my works!

Between the Sheets, Part I

Voices started to rise when Principal Kane shouted from the stage. “Calm down everybody, the back-up generator will be up in a minute. So stay where you are and if you need assistance a teacher nearby will be there in a second!”

Only a minute in total darkness. Who could need assistance in a minute? Probably Clarke Griffin.

0:59

0:58

0:57

Lexa turned Clarke around so they could be chest to chest. There was no need for light for they knew where they were. And their bodies were connected, communicating through touch.

Clarke was breathing heavily as well as Lexa, both their bodies were radiating heat from their dance; sweat draped their bodies. Lexa’s hands ran over her bare back and Clarke trembled.

0:43

0:42

0:41

Clarke hands moved over strong arms until she could anchor herself on firm shoulders and locked her fingers behind Lexa’s neck. Lexa’s hands rested on her lower back pulling her closer and then one soft hand rested on her cheek. “In the dark.” Lexa said and her warm breath tickled Clarke’s face realizing how close they were.

0:32

0:31

0:30

And that was it, the end of the world for Clarke Griffin because Lexa Woods was kissing her. Soft lips moved over Clarke’s tenderly and awaited permission, Clarke didn’t hesitate and opened her lips welcoming the kiss, and kissing her back. Lips tasting of Chap Stick and punch, and it was sweet.

0:15

0:14

0:13

Lexa changed the angle of the kiss deepening it, controlling the pace, filled with passion, and Clarke wanted to kiss her forever. This was surreal, nothing could have ever compare to being kissed by Lexa.

0:03

0:02

0:01

The generators were back on in full force; the lights blinded everyone for a second, but not Clarke who opened her eyes to meet the prettiest green eyes she had ever seen. Lexa took a step back pulling away from her.

“Clarke I…”

BANG  BANG!

And then chaos erupted.

2. Can't Tame this Wild Heart (Tarzan AU)

Lexa stood up and went into the forest quickly before coming back. She brought a flower and offered it to Clarke.

“Gift!” Lexa smiled as Clarke took the flower in her hand.

“This is pretty.”

“No, Clarke is pretty.”

Clarke blushed profusely.” Thanks, Lexa.”

Lexa sat closer to Clarke, she took Clarke’s hand and put it over her chest. “Happy with Clarke.”

She could feel how fast and strong Lexa’s heartbeat was.

“You make me happy too, Lexa.”

“Then we stay.” Lexa said simply. Her green eyes boring into Clarke’s. “We make new home.”

“Lexa.” Clarke let out a long breath. “Things aren’t that easy. You have to return to your family and I need to go back to my life.”

Lexa tilted her head slightly trying to grasp the situation. She huffed and shook her head.

Clarke reached for Lexa, cupping her face to make her look at her.

“Lexa, I know you’re angry and frustrated. Trust me, I’d love to spend more time with you, but things are complicated right now. I just wished…” Clarke realized how close she and Lexa were.

Her green eyes locked with her own, and then to her lips.

“Lexa?”

Lexa looked back into her eyes again. Suddenly she closed the gap between them and kissed her. It was a very sweet, innocent kiss. Tentative, guarded, but so tender. Clarke was paralyzed, surprised by the tender action. It wasn’t unwelcomed though because soon she closed her eyes and kissed Lexa back slowly, opening her lips to suck lightly Lexa’s plump, chapped lips. It wasn’t rushed, it was everything a first kiss should be. Fireworks behind her eyelids, and explosion of butterflies in her belly. But Clarke’s logic began to creep in her mind, telling her she couldn’t do this. Not to Lexa.

Clarke backed away. “I’m sorry, Lexa. We- we can’t.”

Lexa frowned again. “Wrong because I am girl?”

“What? No, no Lexa I ah, I don’t mind that you’re a girl.”

“Then why? Clarke does not like Lexa?”

Clarke chuckled. “No. I like you, but I can’t do this to you. I can’t do this knowing that you’ll have to go away, and it wouldn’t be fair to you. Your feelings, you have to grow some more to understand what you really feel. To be sure of those feelings. You might think you like me, but it could be just gratitude. Once you learn more you’ll understand that this isn’t simple either.”

“I am not confused. I know I like Clarke. We mate and make new home here!”

Clarke was now a furious red. “I ah, we uh, we can’t mate Lexa. I told you this isn’t simple. I’m sorry. I ah, I think we should get back to camp. It’s getting too dark.”

Lexa’s face was so heartbreaking to see. The confusion and yearning were so clear now. Her eyes that were bright suddenly became dull. Lexa nodded and picked up their stuff before making the way back.

3. Bokeh:

“Give me your cellphone.” Clarke extended her hand.

Lexa pulled out her phone and unlocked it. The blonde chuckled as she typed her number in the contact list.

“What?” Lexa crossed her arms defensively.

“Nothing.”

“Spill it, Clarke.”

She finished, returning the phone to Lexa. “You have Poison Ivy as your screen background?”

“Yeah, so what?” Lexa checked the new info. “Clarke Griffin?”

“Yup, that’s me and Harley Quinn is the more badass villain.”

Lexa had never been more offended in her life. “Oh god, get with the winning team here, Clarke. Seriously, Harley? She’s nothing but a puppet for the Joker!”

Clarke grinned mischievously. “I guess I’ll have to teach you who's on the losing team.”

In the blink of an eye, Clarke stepped into her personal space and claimed her lips. It was a very brief chaste kiss, just lip against lip, but it was like Lexa had been burnt. As if the oxygen had been sucked out of her lungs and the only thing that kept her alive were those soft, warm, lips.

“Thank you for the ride.” Clarke giggled taking two steps back, she turned on her heel and went to hitch a cab.

Lexa touched her lips not believing what just happened, the tingling left was warm and fuzzy. It was such a long time since she kissed someone, but this sensation was new to her.

A good kind of new.

Except it was with the girl who assumed she was Alexis, whom Clarke met at a nightclub and not awkward, lesbian disaster Lexa.

“Well, shit.”

4. Like an Open Wound:

“Clarke, I didn’t push you away because I wanted to be professional. I should but... It’s because I-” Lexa hesitated and Clarke wondered who was this Lexa who faltered with words and looked suddenly shy. “Because you’re you.”

“Wanheda, I know.” Clarke dejected. “Your assignment.”

“I told you that you weren’t just an assignment to me.” Lexa sighed in resignation. “I’m sorry, Clarke. I never meant to hurt you with my actions.” Lexa offered a small sad smile that broke Clarke’s heart. Lexa turned on her heel and began to leave the room.

“Lexa, wait!” Clarke tried to reach Lexa before the woman left her bedroom.

Her jealousy - because she was very sure that’s what she felt for Costia now - blinded her completely to what she was really feeling for the brunette. And of course, she misinterpreted Lexa’s words as well. Lexa had been saying something to her in her own Lexa way - between words - and it wasn't until now that she removed the jealousy fold from her eyes that she could see Lexa again.

Lexa and her weren’t so different at all.

Both were lonely, suffered deep loss and cared too much.

Weakness, Lexa called it.

Clarke called it strength.

In the end it was the same thing.

Wasn’t it?

There was only one way for Clarke to find out.

Clarke skipped the last steps to reach Lexa, cupped her face gently and closed the distance between them.

Her lips touched Lexa’s, and it was like everything was right in the world. Lexa was clearly caught by surprise, however, the tension slowly started to leave the brunette. Clarke felt Lexa melt into the kiss and open up to her, finally lowering her shields completely. Clarke took it as a positive signal to deepen the kiss, her hands moving to entangle into the soft chestnut braids and the baby hairs on the nape of her neck to pull Lexa closer, to eliminate any space left between them. Lexa’s hands were quick to find an anchor in Clarke’s lower back, keeping her steady and secure.

Nothing could have prepared Clarke for the sensations she felt by pressing her lips ever so softly against Lexa’s plump lips. It was out of this world, her heart was beating so fast, it felt as if it was going to jump out of her chest; but soon she felt the change in Lexa. The tightness of her jaw and neck so Clarke pulled away.

“I- I can’t...” Lexa said. “I’m sorry, Ms. Griffin.”  Her demeanor was back to the cold, stoic, emotionless woman. Her walls were so high that right now it was an impossible task to go through them.

She didn’t give a chance to Clarke to say anything else. Lexa was out of her room leaving her with nothing but want and regret.

[maraschinomerry]

Bottom of the Rainbow

Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader

Summary: after George gets mad at you for keeping a secret, you finally share your unusual hobby with him - searching for the ends of rainbows

Content: sunshine x grump, fluff, mentions of reader's dad (positive), first kiss

A/N: I'm back after nearly a year!! Another sunshine x grump fic, except George isn't really a grump so much as just himself 😅 inspired by but not a continuation of You Are My Sunshine. Thank you as always to my Georges for the support, especially Lisa for beta reading 🫶

Word count: 5.2k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea @mischiefmanaged71 (to be added or removed, just let me know!)

It was, as most people would describe it, a thoroughly miserable day, and you couldn't be more excited.

As far as the eye could see (which currently wasn’t far at all), London was draped in thick grey clouds, from which poured heavy lances of rain that lashed against the windows of 35 Portland Row like they were trying to break in. The house was quiet save for the dull drumming from the other side of the glass. Lucy was upstairs recording a cassette for Norrie, Lockwood was training in the basement, and George was… somewhere, so you had the living room to yourself. It was rather peaceful really, sitting in your armchair by the window, watching the movements of the sky.

The floorboard by the door creaked as George entered with a huff. So much for peaceful.

“If you're waiting for a client, you're wasting your time,” the curly-haired boy pointed out as he flopped onto the sofa. “We're not expecting anyone and very few people are daft enough to turn out in this weather on the off-chance we'll take their case.”

“Oh no,” you replied cheerily, “just waiting for the rain to die down.”

“Not a fan?” If only he knew. But that was just it, he didn't really know you at all. You'd been part of the same agency, living under the same roof, for 3 months now, and the two of you were still almost as distant as the day you started. Sure, you knew now how each other worked, the way you handled cases, but when it came down to your personal lives you'd found out very quickly how different you were from one another. He was so quick-witted and sardonic, while you didn't have a sarcastic bone in your body. Lucy and Lockwood were able to go toe-to-toe with him, but it was clear he was holding back because they were friends. You'd seen George talk to Kipps once. He was brutal. At least the others had some softness to them, which made you feel a little less like the odd one out.

“Hello?” George's voice brought you back into the room, and you realised you'd been staring out the window again.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. What was it he'd asked? Oh, not a fan of the rain. “I don't mind the rain, actually.”

“Well you live in the right country then.” He'd already picked up his book, and it seemed like he wasn't all that interested in your opinions on the weather or in continuing the conversation at all, so you allowed the room to lull back into the ambient quiet of the pattering outside.

George was quite engrossed in his book, but occasionally he would glance up and find you still watching the rain. What was the big deal, anyway? It wasn’t like it hadn't rained most weeks since you'd arrived, yet every time you gazed out the window like you’d moved to London from a desert. Still, at least you were peaceful with it, creating a companionable quiet for him to read or do research without having to engage in idle chatter. For all your chipper nature and relentless enthusiasm, you were surprisingly reserved. He respected that.

Suddenly, the quiet was broken by an excitable squeak from by the window. George lowered his book in time to see you leap to your feet, face glowing with a smile and the radiance of the sunlight which was finally breaking through the parting clouds.

“Back soon!” you called as you bolted from the room, and within seconds the slam of the front door rang out. Bewildered, George pushed himself up from the sofa and ventured into the hallway. There was an empty space on the shoe rack where your boots normally sat, and the coat rack showed the distinct absence of your yellow raincoat. He opened the front door with a frown, just in time to see a flash of yellow disappear round the corner. The bright pockets of blue that had appeared in the sky caused him to squint, so much so that he almost missed the colours brushed across one of the lower clouds. A rainbow, dipping behind a nearby house.

You returned about 10 minutes later, looking slightly out of breath and considerably less excited than you had when you left. George was back in his place on the sofa, and this time he barely even lowered his book as he addressed you passing the doorway. “What was that all about?”

“Oh,” you replied falteringly, “it was nothing really.” How odd, George thought.

The second time it happened, all four of the group were there. You'd been out for breakfast to celebrate a case well done, and the cafe had provided welcome respite from the rain. Soon enough you all headed for home, when the telltale streak of colour appeared against the vanishing clouds. George was only slightly less surprised this time by the delighted squeal from your end of the line, which was immediately followed by you breaking away in a jog.

“Don't wait for me, I'll see you at home!” you called over your shoulder as you picked up speed.

Lucy frowned. “Should we follow them?”

George was tempted. As much as it didn't really make much difference to him what you did with your free time, he had to admit he was curious where you kept running off to. Still, he shrugged and carried on in the direction of Portland Row and the other two eventually followed.

The coat hooks in the hallway were empty when the trio arrived home, distinctly lacking in yellow. You said you'd meet back here, but with how quickly you were moving they'd assumed you meant you'd get there first. By the time it reached half an hour since you'd gone off, an odd air had descended over the group, tinged with concern.

“Do we know where y/n was running off to?” Lockwood asked, breaking the silence. George had the beginnings of a suspicion, but he couldn't be sure, so he stayed quiet.

Lucy, meanwhile, was less calm. She stood by your chair in the window, peering out every time someone walked by. “Are we sure they're okay? Shouldn't we be going out and looking?”

“Lucy, it's barely gone 10,” George finally piped up. “It won't be dark for hours, they're not exactly in any danger.”

“You've seen the enemies we've made in the past,” she retorted. “You really want to take that risk?”

A bolt of worry shot through George; he tried his best to hide it but was less successful at hiding the way he almost leapt out of his armchair at the sound of a key in the front door.

You sighed as you kicked off your boots. All that for nothing. You'd even gone to all the effort of running with your kit bag, which wasn't exactly light, and it still hadn't been worth it. Sure, lots of the other times had ended up like this, but somehow it stung even more today. At least it seemed like everyone was off doing their own thing so you could sneak up to your room and have some time to yourself.

The living room door swung open, and you caught a glimpse of dark curls.

So much for that plan.

“Where have you been?” George asked sharply.

You groaned quietly, hoisting your bag up and heading for the stairs. “Not now George, please.”

The thud of a second pair of feet on the stairs made your heart drop even further. “No, no, hang on! You can't just run off like that. Do you not trust us or something?”

“George!”

“Well that's what it feels like! We were-” he stopped for a fraction of a second, “Lucy and Lockwood were worried about you. Not even a hint of where you'd gone, what you were doing, how long you'd be…”

You'd reached your room by now, throwing your kit bag onto your bed and sinking down beside it. George lingered in the doorway, but he didn't let up.

“I was just… doing something.”

“Oh,” George scoffed. “So what was so important and secretive that you couldn't just tell us? Were you seeing someone?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You tried to blink them away without him noticing. The last thing you wanted right now was to talk to anyone, let alone be interrogated or lectured by someone so cynical that they'd never understand your motivations. “No-”

“Then what?!”

“I was trying to find the bottom of the rainbow!” The words burst out of you in almost a yell, making the quiet that followed twice as loud. Your gaze was fixed firmly on the floor, and yet you were painfully aware of the look of confusion and judgement on George's face. Maybe if you kept staring at that one spot for long enough, he'd finally leave you alone. “That's why I didn't tell you,” you mumbled. “Because I was afraid you'd look at me like that.”

George stood, frozen, just beyond the threshold of your room. He knew he could be harsh sometimes, but his friends didn't usually mind and anyone who did was met with an even stronger retort. He was the way he was, and that had never been an issue.

Until now.

He wasn't sure which part he felt worse about - the fact you thought he was looking at you in some kind of way, or the fact that you were expecting it. The two of you weren't the closest, but you were friends, weren't you? At the very least, you were a team. You were supposed to have each other's backs.

“Sorry,” he started after what felt like an age. “I just… I don't get it.”

“It's nothing,” you sniffed. Hang on, were you crying? Because of him?

George hesitated a moment, weighing up the impact of crossing both a physical and emotional barrier, before stepping into your room. He glanced around, taking in your space properly for the first time. The pile of books on your desk, the faded music posters on the walls, the photos taped around the mirror. And you, seeming smaller than usual, curled into yourself on the bed, still not looking at him. His voice was soft when he spoke, surprising you both. “We wouldn't be here if it was nothing. Help me understand why it matters to you.”

When you still didn't speak, he thought perhaps he'd crossed a line. Perhaps you were finding the nerve to tell him to get out. He didn't normally do things like this, he had no idea what to expect. He was so busy considering whether to leave that he almost didn't hear you.

“It was my dad's idea.”

George turned his attention from the door and found your gaze on him at last. The slight tears on your lashes, the way you chewed anxiously at your lip, the absolute vulnerability of the moment stirred something in him. He swallowed the feeling. He knew your family were still around to some extent, you mentioned them from time to time, but it hit him that you never talked about them in depth, just a passing comment now and again. You never told him anything proper about them. Or maybe it was just that he'd never asked. “Is that him in the photos?” He gestured to the mirror. You nodded, then gave an extra nod towards the mirror in an unspoken invitation.

The pictures, a mixture of Polaroids and film prints, spanned well over a decade. An adorable short-haired toddler, a beaming child with their front teeth missing, a pre-teen who had clearly shot up out of nowhere, all the way up to you in your first agency training uniform. A couple of the shots were of you and your former teammates, but many of the rest featured an older man. The ones that didn't, George suspected, had been taken by him.

You watched George warily, waiting for whatever comment he was going to make next. The comment never came, and you realised that he was actually paying attention to what he was looking at. You quietly stood, your feet sinking into the rug around your bed, and joined him by the mirror.

“That was our first rainbow,” you murmured, pointing to a faded photo. The boy beside you jumped a little, having been too engrossed to notice your approach. He followed your finger to a photo of you, about 3 or 4 years old, grinning next to the boundary of a lush green field. Just beyond the fence, almost lost to the wear of time, was a thick streak across the sky touching down into the grass. The red and blue had sustained the worst fading, but it was still unmistakable. “We came across it by chance, and my dad told me it was special finding the end of a rainbow. He bought me a whole bar of chocolate on the way home, bigger than the ones mum usually let me have.” You pointed out a couple more photos of rainbows the two of you had found and the outcomes - a special dessert one time, a new pair of boots the next. “Even after I started training and found some on my own, something good would always happen. This one was just before I got my first grade.” It was on the far side of the mirror, so you had to lean to point it out. As you began to pull back, you suddenly realised how close you were standing. His face was nearer yours than it had ever been before, and you breathed in bergamot and cinnamon. George wasn't looking where your finger was either; he was looking at you, not the strange way he had before but a new, equally strange way. You felt your cheeks grow warm, and you quickly went and sat back on the bed, this time leaving a space.

“So that's it? You're going after them for the tradition, and to try and make something good happen?” George asked, his attention now fully on you.

You kicked your feet a little, scuffing them along the rug. “Sort of. It's nice getting the extra boost of luck, but recently…”

George came closer, and when you made no protest he perched in the empty space on your bed. He gave you a small, awkward yet encouraging smile. “Your dad?”

You pulled a face, your nose scrunching. George wanted to make a joke about it making you look like a bunny, fighting the urge to call it cute, but now wasn't the time. He let you speak instead. “I told him I'd write and send a photo when I caught my first London rainbow, but that was months ago. I've spoken to him since of course, but only by phone. The longer I leave it, the more I feel like I can't write without having found one. It doesn't feel the same.” There were tears in the corners of your eyes again.

“You'll find one sooner or later,” George said reassuringly. “It's England after all, you've seen how often it rains.”

You laughed, the tension leaving your shoulders as you wiped your eyes on the cuff of your sleeve. “Thanks, George. And thank you for, you know, understanding.”

“Just promise you won't run off on your own any more, okay? Take one of us with you.”

“I promise. I suppose it's safer that way.”

“Well there is that,” he smirked, “and you'll need someone to take your photo.”

—

It had been just over a week, and you were amazed by how much things had changed. You'd never been uncomfortable around George, you'd just accepted that the two of you were too dissimilar to be close, but now you found yourself wondering how you had ever thought that. You found yourself seeking out his company more often, even if you were both sitting in silence doing your own hobbies - last week, his presence had frustrated you, now you almost craved it. It seemed like he sought you out more too. On that first evening, he'd brought you an album full of pictures of his own family to reciprocate you sharing yours. If he was cooking and you were passing through to or from the basement, he'd either start a conversation that forced you to stay for a few more minutes or he'd ask for you to pass him one ingredient after the other until the meal became a joint effort.

One day, you found yourself accompanying George to the Archives to help with research. It hadn't been a successful day by any standard - someone had borrowed the book George really needed, and the article you were after had been badly damaged by an overeager junior Tendy's agent. The worst part was that you were both absolutely drenched from the downpour you'd arrived in. Thank goodness you both had coats, or it would have been an utterly horrible day, but they hadn't protected you from getting soaked from the waist down. Your boots had only just stopped squelching. The two of you called it a day after an hour of fruitless searching for other potentially useful materials, and you turned up your hood as you headed for the door in preparation. The soft grey of the clearing clouds that met you was a welcome relief, and you immediately started scanning the skies as you walked away.

There.

You gasped in excitement at the vibrancy of the rainbow in the near distance. It was the clearest you'd seen in all your time in London. “George!” you called, already starting to head towards it. He hadn't spotted it, hadn't moved. Each second was too precious for you to wait. Without thinking, you grabbed his hand and ran towards the corner. He stumbled a bit at first and his grip tightened around yours, taken by surprise, but he quickly fell into a matching pace. Together you hurtled through the city, narrowly avoiding collisions with pedestrians and lampposts alike. You'd almost lost hope when at last you turned a corner and stopped dead in your tracks. George nearly ran into your back. The colours were fainter than they had been, but they were still clear as day where they fell just the other side of a large puddle. You let out a squeak, and if you didn't know better you'd swear the hand in yours squeezed its encouragement. What was for sure, though, was the way the hand pulled you back as you began to move forward. You frowned.

“Give me your camera,” George prompted.

“Oh, right.” With a hint of reluctance, you let go of his hand and pulled a slim disposable camera from your coat pocket. Once again, George stopped you. He directed you to behind the puddle, with the rainbow landing in front, before cautiously stepping into the road and lining up his shot.

“On three, jump. One, two, three!”

You jumped into the puddle with a joyful giggle, the droplets that flew up around you illuminated by the flash of the camera. George took another still photo in case the first one didn't turn out well before handing the camera back. Through the little window on the back, you could see the number 1. You raised the viewfinder to your eye.

“Whoa, what are you doing?”

“Well, I'm not getting this developed and wasting a perfectly good shot, but I don't want to wait until I find another rainbow to finish it off. Smile!”

George rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, but he was smiling in spite of himself, and you were smiling too as you pressed the shutter.

You weren't quite sure where you'd ended up, so you followed George who seemed to know a route home. It wasn't until you got to more familiar surroundings that you realised you'd been too giddy to notice exactly which way you were going.

“Isn't the house that way?” you pointed back over your shoulder.

George shrugged. “It is, but we're not going home yet. Lockwood and Lucy won't be expecting us back so soon, so we're going to Arif's for doughnuts.”

You blushed. You hadn't expected anything from George when you dragged him along, you were quite happy to wait for the usual moment of good fortune, but it was unexpectedly thoughtful that he'd paid attention to your tradition and considered this. While you were dragging your heels, clearly not wanting to push the boundaries of generosity, he bought you a rich chocolate doughnut with a salted caramel filling (the kind you'd secretly eyed up before but found too decadent to buy yourself) and a strawberries and cream one for himself. Stepping back out into the sunshine, you sat together on a small bench across the road to eat. The wood was a little damp from the rain, but without hesitation George laid his coat down and sat on one half. You were about to remark about him catching a cold as you squeezed yourself onto the other half, but the warmth radiating into your side caused the words to die in your throat. You nestled in a bit closer; if George noticed, he didn't say anything about it. You unwrapped your sweet prize and held it up, beaming when George touched his to it in a silent toast.

“That was… kind of fun, actually,” he said almost like he was surprised at having enjoyed himself.

“It was!” you grinned. “It was nice having someone to share it with again. And thanks for the doughnut.”

George thought for a minute. “So what's next, you write to your dad and then what? Look for the next one?”

“Exactly. I find it quite encouraging in a way, knowing that whatever happens, however bad things might get, there are always going to be more rainbows. It's got me this far.”

“Well I hope there's a bit of a break before the next one. I'm a researcher, I'm not used to all this running around.”

You blinked. Was he implying he wanted to join you again? And why did you hope that was what he meant?

Lockwood was draped across the sofa when you got home. He peered over the top of his magazine as you closed the front door.

“That took a while. Was it a productive session?”

You worried at your lip. You still hadn't told Lockwood or Lucy about your unusual hobby, and in the moment you felt a bit silly to have been running round and having fun when you hadn't done the work you set out to do. You glanced nervously at George.

“Sort of,” the other boy replied, giving you a reassuring look before turning to Lockwood. “Although I want you to know that if I ever get my hands on the agent who spilled coffee over that newspaper article I was telling you about, I will not be held responsible for my actions.”

“Y/n, I think you need to accompany George more often, we can’t afford to be blacklisted from any other establishments,” Lockwood winked at you.

“In that case,” George faked a scowl, “perhaps they ought to accompany me while I make us lunch so I don't set your kitchen on fire.”

You nodded, before glancing pointedly at Lockwood. It was time to come clean. “I'll be with you in a sec.” Thankfully, the curly-haired boy got the message, and left you to explain in your own time.

—

Everyone had been very supportive, much to your relief. Lucy had gone rainbow-hunting with you a few times over the following months, Lockwood a couple more, and on one occasion you'd ended up taking the whole team with you on the way back from an errand. It was fun getting to spend time and share your passion with them all, and now you had a whole new array of pictures being developed that you couldn't wait to add to your mirror, but you had to admit that your favourite were the times when it was you and George. You'd been out searching together again just before you collected your first photos, and it wasn't until you reread the letter to your dad before sending and noticed you'd dedicated an entire paragraph to talking about your coworker that you finally admitted to yourself why that was the case. Something good did always happen still, regardless of who you were with, but with him it felt different. He always put in that little bit extra. And gradually, you felt different. Before long you were analysing almost every interaction the two of you had - every late night conversation in one of your rooms, every time his hand grazed yours or he made the effort to give physical contact when you needed reassurance on a case (he didn't do that with anyone else, but that didn't mean it meant anything, right?). You tried not to read too much into it all, telling yourself that even if things had changed it was only because he felt obliged to keep an eye on you so you wouldn't run off again.

You'd now been with the agency just over 6 months, marking 3 months since you'd first run off and started this whole chain of events. Last night had been a particularly rough case, so you were letting off steam in the basement training area. The powerful beat of your music drowned out your grunts of frustration as you swung your rapier through the jets of air, and you yelped when suddenly you spun round to find not a white cloud but George. Clearly you hadn't heard him coming down the stairs. Time seemed to slow as you stumbled backwards, terrified of hurting him or worse, that you'd already done so. One of your feet caught on the other, and you felt the blade fall from your hand as you grasped for something, anything, to stop you from falling. A hand, warm and steady, wrapped around your waist. You gaped up at George in surprise. He seemed just as shocked, though whether that was because of his action or because in the heat of the moment his fingers had caught under your top and gripped the skin above your waistband, you couldn't say. Another blast made you jump, bringing you back to reality, and you frantically hid your blushes as the boy flicked off the training equipment and mouthed something, his words inaudible. You launched yourself to the stereo and paused your music. The silence was deafening.

“I take it you couldn't hear anything, then?”

You frowned, wondering what you were supposed to have heard. Had he been calling you? Then, out of the quiet, a sound emerged. A persistent pattering on the window. Rain.

“You need to come outside right now.” He offered you his hand. Blushing again, you took it, and he led you up the stairs and through to the hallway. You'd been so caught up in the moment that you hadn't realised he was wearing his coat until he took yours from the hook and helped you into it. Hoods up, you both stepped out onto the street. You glanced around. This had to be about a rainbow. But where was it? George gently placed a hand on your shoulder, moving you until you could follow his eyeline.

You gasped.

There in the distance, glorious against the grey clouds, was the most vibrant rainbow you'd ever seen. Above it, much paler but still noticeable, was a fragment of inverted colours. A double rainbow. Frozen in awe, you almost forgot the urgency of the situation, until George took your hand again and started running. Together you wove through the streets, occasionally calling directions or words of encouragement as you drew closer. The colours remained ever vibrant, a beacon of joy across the sky. You found yourselves in a small park, where the main arc of the rainbow touched down into the grass beside a wooden gazebo. Both of you were panting, but you no longer needed words to communicate; George simply held out his hand, and you passed him your camera. He couldn't help but smile behind it as you twirled through the rain with a laugh, feet sinking into the sodden ground, and gave the biggest grin he'd known you to have, even in the photos he'd seen. Then he came closer, turning the camera round and pulling you into his side as he snapped a photo of the two of you. Soon the adrenaline wore off and you were faced with the fact that you'd just run all the way here and it was still raining, so you climbed into the gazebo and slumped down onto a bench. George sat beside you, leaning his head back against a pillar.

“Can you believe that's the first time I've ever seen a double rainbow?” you sighed. The feelings were overwhelming. You'd barely believed you would ever have this experience, of course you'd always thought you'd share it with your dad but somehow being here with George felt like everything it needed to be.

“Seriously? That definitely deserves a celebration.”

You giggled, leaning playfully towards him.

“Does that mean doughnuts on the way home again?”

Something in his demeanour shifted and you worried you'd pushed things too far. His smile was smaller, wavering, and his hand went from almost brushing yours to playing with the hem of his coat.

“Sorry, you don't have to-” you began.

“No, it's… I meant something bigger, since this is such an important moment for you, like, um, like dinner?”

Why was he so nervous about that? It was a great suggestion! You loved nothing more than the times you spent cooking together and it was sweet that he'd realised how much it meant. “Sure,” you reassured him, “what shall we cook?”

He swallowed thickly, voice coming out low and cautious. “Actually, I meant could I buy you dinner?”

Maybe it was the clouds starting to clear. Maybe it was later than you thought and the ghost lamps were starting to come on. Maybe it was just your own obliviousness finally crumbling. Whatever it was, you looked at George in a whole new light, at the way he was watching you carefully and expectantly.

“George Casper Karim, are you asking me on a date?”

He hesitated. “That depends on whether you're saying yes.”

You moved closer and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Does that answer your question?”

George began to lean in, but then he stopped. You started to worry again that you'd done something wrong, until he took your hand and led you from the gazebo. It was just drizzling now, the droplets coating his dark curls in a fine mist and splashing onto your own hair as you stepped outside. The rainbow was still there, fading as the rain died away, and as you were drawn towards its colours George spun you into it, catching you by the waist and bringing his lips to yours. Your mind was filled with fireworks, interlaced with that cosy cinnamon scent which had grown so familiar. He felt and tasted as warm as the sun which was starting to re-emerge, and as his hand came up and settled on your chin, thumb stroking across your cheek, you decided that the photo he'd just taken of the two of you would be going in pride of place on your mirror.

[uki01]

Hello!! I have a simple sonic character request if you're open to it!

Okay so what if sonic or shadow (are both!) are with reader and reader decides to take them to go roller skating!

And so they go out to the place, have fun, etc, but when they're roller skating reader accidentally trips over their own skates and crashes into either character falling on top of them!

And then the two get flustered and then continue on having fun!!

Okay this is it!! I hope you have a wonderful day/night/evening/ect!! Love your work 🫶

”Whoopises Daisies!”

Sonic The Hedgehog and Shadow The Hedgehog x Reader (Separately).

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request! I mainly just dis Reader being flustered so sorry for the change!

Warning: Bit suggestive, Sonic being a smug annoying ahh and Shadow being a total flirt, for some reason so might be OOC with Shadow

Sonic The Hedgehog

You suggested this idea, and Sonic immediately agreed, I mean of course you want to go out with him! He’s excited to roller skate with you! (And show off his moves).

You weren’t a pro at roller skating so you had trouble balancing yourself, Sonic slides in and says he’ll help you with a few teases from him but was willing to help you, which you let him!

And it was fun! Until you tripped and lost your balance.

Sonic barely reacted so you just landed on him, unexpectedly.

After you got up and start gaining your vision after collapsing, your face starts to turn red when you realise you are sitting on top of Sonic, who’s also surprised, looked up at you then smirked.

”Well if you wanted to be on top, you could’ve just asked.”

His muzzle was left with a slap on his cheek after he said that.

It was so worth it though, for Sonic at least.

You two just continued with your roller skating, as much as he was annoying and smug to you, you loved every bit of this moment, and so did Sonic.

”This is fun babe, we should do this more often, and maybe keep the falling on top of me for when we are alone together?”

You slapped him again, worth it, Sonic’s words.

Shadow The Hedgehog

You brought up the idea of going roller skating, Shadow did put some thought into it, like he always does and agreed to go.

Shadow was naturally a pro and I mean, come on the guy roller skates and he has.. well… roller skates! Or air shoes as he likes to call them.

And you! You weren’t, so you struggled a lot, so! Shadow insisted he’ll help you, which you let him.

It was all fine and fun until your leg decided to do funny tricks and made you trip.

Shadow didn’t have time to react so he was fell down along with you on top of him.

You sat your upper body up, apologising to him, but Shadow just waves his hand, dismissing the apology from you and decides to drop a flirty line on you and is smirking for once when he looks at you.

”I should be mad… but you feel kinda nice, so I’ll allow it.”

Man, this guy really has you on your knees, resulted in him getting his head backhand by you, which Shadow surprisingly chuckles at when you did that, your face looks like a tomato at this point.

As soon as you two got up, you started skating again with him, and this time watching where your foot steps with Shadow’s assistance and advices.

“Make sure you watch your feet. We don’t want anymore accidents now… or do we?”

You laughed at his attempt to flirt with you and gave him a kiss on the cheek, Shadow smiles (what a rare moment) a little at this, you two enjoyed this very moment and plan on cherishing it forever.

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoyed this one Anon!

[stardustedseas]

someday ill be able to write when and what i want and not randomly at 2 am but today is not that day ig im so sorry

nsfw 18+

cw: hybrids, dub con, afab genitals but no pronouns, slight overstimulation, shitty writing lmao

dog hybrid jayce

imagine jayce being your big, dumb doggy hybrid pet who is the most cuddly affectionate being youve ever met, always wanting to cuddle you, lay on you, have ypu pet him, just be near you in general. he is like those saint benards who think theyre lap dogs lmao its next to impossible to be alone with him around or stop him once he's decided he needs to spawl out on your lap. you did get him for how loving he is though, its nice to have someone who loves you so much, but there are still times it can be Very frustrating. sometimes you just need to be alone, have a moment to yourself without your overgrown puppy clinging to you 24/7.

although hes whiney about it, you can usually get a couple hours alone by locking yourself in the bedroom, its an at least once a week thing at this point, but jayce still sits outside the door for half of it whining and clawing at the wood before he goes to pout on the couch. youve gotten good at ignoring him honestly, as mean as that sounds. you know he is just being dramatic and its good for both of you to have some time apart, even if just for the fact it keeps you from getting too overwhelmed and lashing out at him.

usually you lock the door, spend thirty minutes to an hour ignoring his pathetic whimpering until he finally gives up and you can truly have some peace and quiet. you often take those times to destress as well, getting comfortable under the covers and letting your hands wander instead of his for once. usually you wait until hes left before starting, but god youve just had such a long, shitty day and you really need to get this pent up frustration out before you explode. jayce is still outside your door begging to be let in like always when you give in and slip your hand below the waist band of your pants. honestly, you were worried the sound of jayce outside would keep you from actually being able to actually get off, but the way his voice hightens to that needy, raspy whine he always gets when you shut him out, just does something to you this time. you do feel guilty for using his voice without him knowing, but its surprisingly getting you there faster than any porn has, and the sooner you finish, the sooner you can go back to letting him curl up on you.

this only goes on for so long though. jayce is a very big, very strong man and theres only so much a door can take. his insistant wiggling of the handle is too much and the abused metal finally gives way, allowing him to swing the door open and bound into the room, throwing himself on you before you even know whats happening. you try yelling at him to get out, squirming around and shove at his broat chest but your bear of a puppy ignores your commands and instead clings to you, wrapping his burly arms around you from over the covers and pressing you into the mattress with his weight. this must be some kind of fucked up karmic justice.

eventually you give up your struggles, embarrassed he basically caught you masterbating and frustrated from accidentally edging yourself, but decide it's best to just let him get his hugs in before trying to escape again. you sigh and try to relax, hands laying by your sides on the blacket. its not much, but you feel some satisfaction that even if he ruined your alone time, you don't have to fully give in and pretty him to. not getting to cum must not have been punishment enough though because soon jayce is back to whining, grippinhg your wrist and trying to force you to let his fluffy ears. even worse still, he had grabbed your dominant hand, the one that was just knuckle deep inside your slick walls moments ago. that spurs you into action again, trying to yank your arm back from where it was dangerously close to his hair.

this obviously upsets poor jayce though, why are you being so cruel to him? he just wants pats from his beloved owner :( he counters your movements, instead moving his head down to your hand so its cupping his cheek. he has just begun another tantrum when all of a sudden he freezes, the grip on your wrist getting a fraction tighter. you also stop for a moment, confused at his sudden change before hes yanking your hand to his nose with much more force than youre used to from him and taking in a deep, shaky inhale. you let out an admittedly indignafied squack and feel your cheeks heat up, now using your other hand to try tugging him back by his hair. this unfortunately does not help at all.

his eyes snap up to meet yours at that, gaze much darker and headier than expected and youre taken aback by how much his pupils have dilated to almost overtake the usual golden hue. you dont feel unsafe, but you do feel like youve just been spotted by a predator right before being eaten. which isnt completely untrue. neither of you move for a second, just staring, before jayce tilts his head into your hand, this time instead of to his nose, he brings your fingers to his mouth, wet tongue laving over the smaller digits. the groan he lets out the second they touch his pink muscle is downright sinful, deep and almost animalistic. he once again looks up at you, voice now a breathy rasp as he asks what was all over your hand.

youre honestly not sure what to say to that, just staring at him with your mouth slightly ajar in shock, but jayce doesn't seem to notice how mortified you are and goes back to licking at your hand. your brain finally catches up to the moment and you are able to rip yourself free from his grasp and sit up, forcing him to move as well, now just kneeling above you. that was definitely a mistake though, because he caught another whiff of that addictive scent and he's pretty sure he found the source. before you're able to get out of bed, jayce has the plush fat of your thighs in a tight grip and is yanking them apart, quickly shuffling down so his face is much closer to where you want him least in the moment.

you try to leave again, snapping a harsh no! bad boy! but this only makes him flinch a little, too entranced to really take in what you're saying besides the tone. this doesn't stop him though, moving to nuzzle his nose into your damp underwear and taking in a deep breath, his tongue lolling out of his mouth into a pant. it doesnt seem like jayce is even paying attention more, because despite your yelp and now free hands tugging his hair and pushing at his forehead, he continues his exploration. it really hits you just how strong he is, you are putting your entire being into trying to shove him away but he doesnt budge an inch, big hands still holding your legs apart despite how hard youre trying to close them.

it feels like despite your best efforts, your body is a filthy betrayer because as jayce continues to shove his nose deeper between your folds from over your underwear, you can feel them getting wetter and not just from his saliva. its when you let out a strained moan does your beloved hybrid move again, his hips bucking forward into the mattress so hard it shakes the bed. that first thrust broke the flood gates because he is now continuously rocking into the mattress, desperately humping as he licks and slobers all over your already ruined panties. youre greatful they werent one of your nicer ones when he snags the fabric between his teeth as he yanks his head back, tearing right through the slimsy fabric with a loud rip!

you yelp out his name, hands tightening in his hair again as he dives back in, your poor cunt no longer protected by the thin cloth. even though jayce has no rhythm or technique, his enthusiasm definitely makes up for it with the way he is desperately lapping all over, going from licking all around your outer lips before moving to burying his tongue deep into your hole, his nose bumping into your clit with each turn of his head as he tries to get deeper, lapping up as much slick as he can. god this is so fucked up, youre letting your hybrid pet eat you out when he obviously doesnt really know what hes doing, just chasing something that tastes good. you cant find it in yourself to really try to make him stop though, not with how good he feels as your pathetic moans harmonize with how hes whining and growling into you, his fingers definitely leaving bruisess from how hard hes gripping your thighs but you still dont care much.

maybe it's from how pent up you were, how you had unwillingly edged yourself earlier, or just from how hot jayce looks fucking into the blankets, his fluffy tail swiftly wagging behind him, but its not long before youre crying out, tugging on the soft ears atop his head as your whole body stiffness before you relax into a mess of trembles. you cumming still doesn't stop jayce though, he is still sucking and slurping away with just as much abandon as before, maybe even more so after having seen the way your back arched and you gushed more slick into his waiting mouth. you try to once more push him away, shakily gasping that its too much, youre too sensitive, but he still doenst halt.

it feels like your whole body is on fire now, unable to stop the way you keep jerking fowards and wriggling as tears prick the corner of your eyes. the way his tongue is caressing your insides and his nose continues to rub the bundle of nerves quickly turns from a slightly unpleasant pleasure to an agonizing overstimulation. you are about to try kicking him when jayce suddenly stops and lets out a strained whine, his hips stuttering to a more stiff roll before stopping, his body now shaking slightly as well. the room is now almost silent besides the hushed sound of both of your heavy panting, jayces breath fanning against your heated flesh and cooling mess between your thighs. he takes one last huff of your scent and nuzzle into the now damp curls on your mound before he is crawling back up your body and popping down over you again.

part of you wants to slap him upside the head and kick him out of your room for doing all of that, but the second his eyes lock with yours and you see his softened gaze and dopey smile, cheeks a mess of slick and spit, you decided the intense reprimanding hes gonna get can wait until later

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im so sorry idk why the only thing i can actually complete is smut despite sucking balls at smut lawkjejdhf was working on the michael nsfw but got blasted with doggy jayce so here we are

[jellyjellyghost]

Breakfast Cake

ateez x gn!reader (all platonic!)

CW: completely platonic!! no use of y/n!! fluff, revolves around eating food and celebrating birthday's, self indulgent, mentions that reader can be picked up by Mingi, not proof read, rushed, a little all over the place, maybe ooc?

WC: 1.1k

A very self indulgent oneshot since today (2/27) is my birthday! The day is almost over and I'm just really happy with how this day turned out.

I did try to have the interactions between members and the reader to be the same about/similar, but I know unfortunately that did not work out. I will definitely be writing more about Ateez in the future though, so stay tuned for that.

I am also working on a masterlist/introduction to me post so that'll be out soon! I really, really hope you enjoy!

p.s. omg I added so many tags, I had to stop myself (っ- ‸ - ς)

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Here's how I imagined the cuties^^

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Loud cackling can be heard through the kitchen and down the hall. Yunho is messing with Wooyoung as he tries to make breakfast. Hongjoong appears threateningly behind Yunho, a comical darkness falling over his face. Wooyoung’s eyes go wide, he goes silent and points behind Yunho. Before he can see what’s behind him, Hongjoong places a hand on his shoulder.

“Shut up, they’re still asleep.” He hisses out at the both of them.

Yunho’s smile fearfully falls from his face and he quickly moves back in front of the stove. “Ay, ay Captain.” 

In your living room Seonghwa is hard at work re-wrapping all your gifts that a few members clearly struggled to wrap right. San is balanced atop a stepstool, hanging up the decorations, with Yeosang simply standing there as his personal human tape dispenser. Jongho and Mingi are nowhere in sight.

You slowly rouse awake to the feeling of something poking your side. You groan and roll away only to feel a hand grabbing your bicep. You scream in surprise, turning to the stranger in your room. You throw the blanket at the figure and run out of your bedroom before you can get a good look at him. 

Your heart leaps into your throat as you bump into a large form in your hallway, the stranger rubbing your arms soothingly. 

“What’s wrong?” San’s worried voice washes over you, and you instantly relax.

“You scared me.” You gasp out. “And-” You pull away from San, turning to see who was poking you in your bed. Mingi stands there with a sheepish look on his face, the blanket you threw at him in his hands. 

He opens his mouth. “What is wrong with you?” You state in aspiration. “I’m sorry.” 

You move forward, hugging him. “I accept your apology.” You mumble against him, then push him back. “But don’t scare me like that ever again!” 

You glance back over at San, and he smiles at you. “Happy Birthday.” Mingi quickly mimics him and you grin happily. 

“Is everyone here?” You question, moving towards your kitchen. “Jongho went to go get your cake.” San confesses from behind you. 

“Will-” Seonghwa unintentionally cuts you off. “We heard you scream, is everything alright?” You smile reassuringly over at him. “Yeah, Mingi just scared me.” Mingi awkwardly shuffles side to side behind you. 

Seonghwa shakes his head in disbelief and ushers you towards the living room. “Come on, come on.” 

Your eyes light up as you see how decorated your living room is, and it makes you feel like a kid again. You see Yeosang hanging up a few more things. “Yeosang-” You breathe out. “Did you do this all yourself?” He turns at your question, and his eyes shine. “Obviously.” He smiles mischievously.

You miss the way San pouts from behind you, but he decides to stay silent. Seonghwa tells you proudly that he rewrapped all the presents. “They look lovely Hwa, thank you very much.” He beams at that.

Your apartment door swings open and Jongho appears, a grocery bag in hand. “Baby Bear!” You tease, shuffling over to him as he pulls off his shoes. He gives you a playful glare in response. 

“Did you get my favorite?” You question. “Of course.” He hands you the bag as he finishes unlacing his shoes. 

Fishing through the bag you pull out a jug of your favorite juice. “How did you know this was my favorite?” You gasp at him.

“You never shut up about it.” He states and you go to pinch his cheeks because you know he hates it. “It’s my birthday, you have to be nice to me.” At your words Jongho stops himself from swatting your hand away and just simply pulls back. It’s a win in your book.

You head towards the kitchen so you can put the things in the grocery bag away. Everyone moves back to their tasks and Mingi just follows you around. It’s clear his only assigned job was to wake you up, he stops following you the second he sees his boyfriend Yunho in the kitchen. 

Wooyoung latches onto you the second he spots you, abandoning Hongjoong at the stove. He starts rapid firing questions at you- “Did you sleep well? Does breakfast smell good? Do I look nice? Also Happy Birthday, Do you feel older?-” as you struggle to simply put the juice in your fridge. 

“Woo-” You struggle to push him away. 

“Don’t make me finish this all by myself!” Hongjoong whines. Wooyoung continues to rub his face with your own like the cat he is. He only seems to be placated once you answer his questions. 

By the time you’ve answered all his questions your birthday breakfast is served up on the table. Since they all keep coming to your apartment, you managed to find a table to sit all nine of you. Somehow it fits in the small ‘dining room’ area your apartment has. 

You’re sat between Seonghwa and Yunho. Yunho dots on you, scooping eggs and bacon onto your plate, putting a lot more than you know you’ll eat. You grumble and scoop some of the food onto Seonghwa’s plate, who immediately refuses. 

“You need to eat more!” Yunho exclaims, attempting to force feed you. You quickly snap your mouth shut, shaking your head. Yunho moves his fork back and forth. “Here comes the airplane!” You refuse to open your mouth and you just stare at him. “Here comes the choo choo train?” You give into his whims and he seems very pleased with himself. 

Once breakfast is over, and a round of rock, paper, scissors later, Mingi is forced to clean up the table with Seonghwa’s help. You sit there patiently per Hongjoong’s orders.

A cake is brought out and Yeosang comes over to you with a party hat. “Is it okay?” He asks, gesturing to put it on you. “Yes of course.” You agree and he sits down next to you, gently placing the hat on your head and making sure the string isn’t uncomfortable. He gives you a thumbs up, and once you reciprocate it he pulls back.

Hongjoong lights the candles and they all begin to sing to you. You sit there awkwardly, smiling up at them all, feeling so loved. Once you blow them out they all cheer. Hongjoong sweeps in and rubs a little frosting on your face, taking a picture of you before you can even realize it. 

“Thank you all so much.” You whisper, heart (and stomach) full. Yunho places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a wink. “Happy Birthday.” You stand up and pull them all into a group hug. Jongho moans in protest as San drags him in. Seonghwa complains that someone is stepping on his foot, as Hongjoog sheepishly moves back. Wooyoung is fighting his way to the center to get closer to you while Yeosang manages to hold him back. Mingi is holding you close, nearly lifting you off the ground as Yunho asks: 

“Who the hell brought out the cake this early?” 

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Have a great day! ♡

[lyracarvahall]

HeartBeat Sync Part 32

Getting Ready To Go

TRIGGER WARNINGS: unprotected sex (bad), gentle lovemaking, body worship, oral (f!receiving)

After swiftly crashing after returning to the hotel suite, Y/N woke up to find herself entangled between San and Yeosang in her master suite. She didn't remember them ending up here, but that may have been due to drinking a bit too much celebratory champagne the night before.

She remembered bits and pieces of the previous night. Sitting around and talking. Drinking. Mingi causing a ruckus about something. She remembered requesting to see the pictures but Hongjoong said there was a surprise and she would see them soon. Curious.

Sensing she was awake, San pulled her closer and snuggled into her hair. He looked so adorable and pouty in his sleep. It made it very hard not to kiss those lips but she didn't want to wake him up. Yeosang startled awake and saw the scene in front of him.

"Morning sweetheart. I am going to go make some tea for this headache. Did you want anything?" He stroked her side with his delicate fingers.

"No thank you. I don't think I will be released for a while and honestly am embracing the extra sleep." Y/N slowly turned in San's embrace until she was able to look at Yeosang. She tried to do it slowly but still the gentle giant was disturbed.

"Don't go." San whined softly.

Yeosang shook his head, bending to give Y/N a quick kiss on the lips before leaving the bedroom. It was sad to see him go but a nice view as he left. He turned to wink at her as he closed the door.

San began to wiggle behind her, pulling her impossibly closer, breath soft in her ear. The warmth of him swiftly pulled her back into a sweet sleep.

She woke once again to soft kisses being placed on her neck and hands grazing her belly. God it felt good. Sensing her response, he moaned softly in her ear.

"Mmm good morning angel." One arm wrapped in a bear hug and the other played with the hem of her sleep shorts. She ground back against him and he took that as an invitation, dipping his hand down further while squeezing her breast.

"Sannie."Y/N sighed as he inched his hand down to where she wanted it most. Softly rubbing her clit, he moaned in her ear.

"Already so wet for me darling. My god you are beautiful." With that, he pulled her shorts off and laid her on her back, hovering over her. The look of love in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.

"I am so glad you didn't leave us. I don't know what I would have done." His hand gently stroked her face and he leaned down to graze his lips across hers. "I know this is all new and happening fast but I know how I feel and I know that you know too." He kissed her again, this time pouring all of his love and devotion into it and through the bond.

Tears welled in her eyes and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"I'm so sorry baby. I won't leave you. I love you."

Y/N moaned as San began kissing her neck. Slowly lifting her shirt, his kisses softly made their way down her body, each kiss echoed by words of affirmation. "So soft." "So beautiful" "Look at these curves." "Look how beautiful my mark is on you." This last statement was made with a bit of a growl in his voice.

"Ah Sannie you feel so good." Y/N whimpered as she now writhed, naked, under his touch.

"Mmm darling I am just worshipping the goddess that you are." His kisses had reached the apex of her thighs. Quickly scooting backwards so he was now standing at the end of her bed. Grabbing her ass, he slid her body down the bed, lifting her pussy so it hovered in front of his face as he stood. He held her as if she weighed nothing.

Staring at her as he slowly lifted her to his lips, she left a slap of sudden lust that had her gasping. "That's my girl." Without any further hesitation, he dove in and began slowly licking her, seeming to savor every taste. Being unable to wiggle too much in his strong grasp, Y/N grabbed her breasts and tried to restrain her moans from how good his kitten licks felt.

Resting her ass on his pecs, he maneuvered one hand around to where his hand lay on her belly and his thumb circled her clit harshly. With her pelvis sandwiched between his cheat and his strong hand, she was unable to add to the friction. His tongue dove deep into her, its curving strokes driving her closer and closer to bliss.

"Oh god San! So good! Just like that." She tried to keep her volume down but it was getting harder to do as she was reaching her peak.

"Mmm good girl helping me take care of you. We need to be quiet, alright? Don't want the others woken up." His voice vibrating against her folds just kept her on edge. She nodded and he quickly dove back in, increasing his pace and tightening his grip. "Come on baby. Give it to me."

She gasped harshly as his words pulled her over the precipice. Waves of pleasure overcame her and San gently placed her body back on the bed as he placed a soft kiss on the inside of each thigh. Climbing back over her, his face wet with her release, he kissed his way back up her body until their mouths collided once again. He groaned as the kiss deepened.

"Are you ready for me pretty girl?" He looked at her with an intense stare as she felt him line himself up with her.

"Yes" she whispered. She kept eye contact with him and saw the pupils dilate in his chocolate eyes as he entered her. He stretched her in the best way.

"Oh my god angel. I feel you. This is incredible." He began to rock into her slowly, grabbing one of her thighs to change the angle. No other words needed to be said as they could feel everything between each other. As his pace increased, he kept looking at her face, watching every micro-reaction and adjusting accordingly to idealize her pleasure.

"Baby, I need you to cum for me. I'm so close." he said in a soft voice bordering on a whine. His desperation was what it took to drive her over the edge once again. He swiftly followed, pulling her into an embrace while grunting in her ear. "Oh my fucking god."

Returning his embrace, Y/N kissed up and down the column of his neck until the aftershocks faded.

"Oh my god Sannie...that was..." "Incredible" he said while muffled by her pillow.

She giggled as he peppered her neck in kisses. "Come here baby." He picked her up, still connected, and carried her to the bathroom. Starting up the shower, he placed her on the bench on the far side so she would not be pelted by the cold water. It was hard not to stare at the god standing in front of her. He was divine and he knew it. He smirked at her as he noticed her watching.

"Come here baby. The water is warm now." He held her hand and guided her under the water stream, turning Y/N so her hair was under it. Once he was satisfied, he washed her hair and conditioned it, peppering her face and neck with kisses and praising her. As he washed her body with the washcloth, he got down on his knees, making sure every inch was washed and worshipped.

Once she was completely clean, she returned the favor. Running her hands over every sculpted part, she wondered what she had ever done to be this lucky. Washing his hair, she turned the sudsy hair into a mohawk and they both let out belly laughs. After both were clean, they towelled off and kissed over and over. She couldn't get enough.

San sighed and looked down at her. "Darling, as much as I would love to stay like this all day and exploring every inch of you, we need to talk about how to get you home and ready to come home with us." That last part was said with an increasingly wide smile.

"Do we have to right now?" San faced them both towards the mirror and wrapped both his arms around her neck.

"Yes baby. We will just have to sneak some more time together in the new house." He shot her a wink, released her, and left the room. She hurried and got dressed to try to get going. Grabbing her phone, she saw it was already 10 am. Running into the living area, she saw all of the other members already had their bags packed and piled by the front door. The clothing racks that had travelled with them were in the front lobby.

Y/N began to panic with all she had left to do. "Oh my god guys I am so behind! I was supposed to schedule studio time today and I haven't packed and I have to book a flight home and..."

Yunho got up and grabbed her shoulders. "Baby! It's okay! Hongjoong scheduled an afternoon flight for tonight so you can go home and gather your stuff. TYou can pack and use Hongjoong's studio when you get back since you only need to polish the track up right? We have a week before we have to be home baby. Don't worry. You aren't burdening or inconveniencing anyone. It is OKAY." He offered Y/N a soft smile and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

She sighed in relief and nodded. "Sorry guys. Just a lot at once. I can use the studio anywhere I guess." The guys chuckled. "I can help you pack if you want honey." Yeosang offered while sipping his tea.

"No no it's okay. I've got it. Thank you though. She ran up and kissed Yeosang's cheek before walking back to her room to gather all her stuff. After packing the few items that were strewn around her master suite, she brought her bag and placed it with the others.

Hongjoong looked up from where he was texting on the sofa. "You ready to go home, firebird?"

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