#been sitting on it a bit to make sure i was happy with it / in case i wanted to make tweaks

[ireverie]

girls goon too

pairing ↠ stepbro!sunghoon x (f) reader x stepbro!heeseung

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, stepcest, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving) / face fucking, virgin! reader, dubcon

summary ↠ sunghoon can't take it anymore. you just won't stop gooning in your bedroom for all the world to hear, and he's tired of it. he's pretty sure all you do with your spare time is watch porn. heeseung suggests that he just jerks off, but his morals won't let him; until he decides that he can't hold back anymore. he has to shut you up.

wc ↠ 5.3k

a/n ↠ nohyuck version of this fic originally posted on my blog revehae. i am not plagiarizing myself. this is my apology for missing my friday night drabble post. as always, feedback is appreciated!

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“she’s doing it again,” sunghoon grumbled, walking into heeseung’s bedroom. only because the door was ajar, though. he knew the sight he’d walk in on if it was completely closed would be worse than what you were surely doing.

heeseung snickered, eyes fixed on his computer. “what’s the occasion? sixth-month gooning anniversary?”

sunghoon scoffed. he didn’t know why you did it. he thought jake was bad, but you were next level. “i thought surely she would give us a break for november.”

“and she did,” heeseung quipped, moving his mouse. “for all of three days.”

that was true. for the very first three days of november, the house had been relatively quiet apart from heeseung’s shouting when he was losing. then, on the fourth day, it was back to hearing your annoyingly perfect fucking moans in the afternoon.

and god forbid your parents would be coming home late. you were relentless on those days, touching yourself to no end. sunghoon couldn’t stand it. he hated minding his business, trying to rest or work or do anything that didn’t require thinking about the sounds you were making as you persistently edged yourself.

but he couldn’t help himself. sometimes, he could hear your moans even when you weren’t there, and that was when he knew he was finally losing what little bit was left of his goddamn mind. 

heeseung, on the other hand, didn’t seem as miffed. sunghoon was certain his brother could hear the noises you were making down the hall, but he was sitting here without a care in the world, typing an email to his professor of all things. which made no sense to sunghoon, considering he knew how much heeseung liked noisy sex.

“okay, i’ll bite,” sunghoon said, crossing his arms. “how in the hell are you okay with this?”

heeseung shrugged, trying and failing to suppress a smirk. he was well aware of the fact that sunghoon always got worked up when it came to you, which was fair. you were the biggest minx this world had ever known. “well, first of all,” heeseung started, snickering again. “there’s a thing called jerking off. i’m sure you’ve heard of it. it’s really popular amongst guys we know.”

sunghoon looked almost scandalized. “i’m not jerking off to my stepsister.”

“then, you’re an idiot,” heeseung retorted. “she’s given us enough material until new years. of the year after next.”

“it’s wrong.”

heeseung rolled his eyes. “you’ve got such a stick up your ass, like a proper princess or something.”

“i’ll beat your ass, hee,” sunghoon warned. 

heeseung threw his hands up. “i’m just saying. i’m not telling you to stick her in a washing machine, bro. but the answer’s obvious. just jerk off. you know you want to.”

sunghoon sighed. had he thought about it? obviously. but he couldn’t shake how wrong it felt, even if you made him perpetually horny. “i want to smack the shit out of you right now, but i haven’t done it yet.”

rather than recoil, heeseung laughed. that asswipe finds humor in everything, sunghoon thought to himself, irritated. “and i commend your patience, man,” heeseung replied. “but it’s only making you more frustrated when you could just bust a nut and be happy.”

sunghoon was thinking about it now. well, he had thought about it countless times, but he had never allowed himself to stoop that low. you were his younger stepsister and it was his responsibility to take care of you. not picture your face as you moaned and imagine how you would feel, tight and sticky and creamy as you wrapped around his…

heeseung broke the silence, musing more so to himself, “maybe we should put her in the washing machine.”

sunghoon’s eyes flickered. “what the hell, man?”

“my bad,” heeseung replied, although he didn’t look very apologetic. “i was just thinking out loud.”

fuck, now sunghoon was picturing that too. your house had one of those washing machines that opened from the top, not the front. too many times had sunghoon seen you struggle to take your clothes out, dangling over the washing machine and nearly falling inside. he would offer to help, every now and then, but he liked watching you climb the washing machine just to get your clothes from the very bottom.

it was much more realistic for you to get stuck in it then the kinds of washing machines in porn. 

heeseung broke the silence again, still thinking. it was his greatest skill and simultaneously his worst habit. “if you’re so against it, why haven’t you just asked her to shut the fuck up then?”

that was a good question. sunghoon wasn’t the kind of guy to shy away from an altercation, not with friends and not with family. he had certainly never shown heeseung any mercy. he loved his brother, but he was annoying as all fuck.

“i see,” heeseung said, smirking. see, annoying. “it’s because you don’t really want her to stop.”

sunghoon sighed. “yeah, fine. i don’t want her to stop. happy?”

heeseung burst out laughing. always laughing, always scheming. he was going to get a stocking full of coal for christmas. “i have an idea.”

“oh, god,” sunghoon groaned.

heeseung finally pressed send on his email and turned around in his desk chair. “hear me out. we should fuck her.”

sunghoon gawked in disbelief. then again, none of heeseung’s ideas were ever truly brilliant. “you’re insane,” he murmured.

“thanks,” heeseung chirped, the insult rolling off his shoulders. “just sleep on it.”

“you know what? sure,” sunghoon replied, walking out of his brother’s room and shutting the door. he didn’t want to hear another word.

he went about his day like everything was normal, going on a walk so that he didn’t have to hear you, eating dinner and watching netflix in the living room to ignore the fact that you existed altogether. and then he went to bed.

sunghoon couldn’t fucking sleep. on it, over it, under it. he couldn’t sleep whatsoever. 

it wasn’t like you were just loudly moaning all day long, that would be absurd. but every now and then, there would be a whimper you’d let slip. sunghoon could tell that you were actually trying to be quiet. but this was one of those nights where your parents wouldn’t be back and you were taking advantage of that. again.

sunghoon decided that he was at his breaking point. the need for you was too goddamn strong and he was tired of pretending that he was better. he couldn’t ignore it anymore. he couldn’t fight it, suppress it.

he threw the blankets off his bed and went to heeseung’s room, the door closed this time. he knocked on the door and called out, “stop jerking off and get your ass out here.”

sunghoon heard a groan, one of the disgruntled sort. a few seconds later, heeseung opened the door, a scowl on his face. “what the hell, man? your voice ruined my nut.”

it was sunghoon’s turn to laugh. he clasped a hand on heeseung’s shoulder. “don’t worry. you’ll be in the mood again in no time.”

heeseung lifted a brow. “are you saying what i think you’re saying?”

sunghoon nodded. 

“we’re gonna teach her a lesson.”

“we’re gonna put her in the washing machine?”

sunghoon’s smile instantly dropped and his hand fell from heeseung’s shoulder. “why the fuck are you both so addicted to porn?” he asked.

the excited shimmer in heeseung’s eyes died a little. “no, i was… i was just kidding. let’s go.”

sunghoon sighed and started down the hall to your bedroom, deciding not to argue heeseung on that. it would be a waste of valuable time.

sunghoon knocked on the door and called out your name. “can we come in?”

there was audible shuffling as you called back, “just a moment!”

heeseung glanced over at sunghoon. “so, how we doing this?”

sunghoon looked calm, collected. as if fucking his stepsister was something he did on the regular. “just follow my lead.”

you opened the door, a towel thrown around you. but your skin looked damp with sweat, not water. your face was a little flushed. it was obvious that you were naked. “um, can i help you guys?” you asked, somewhat breathless. 

sunghoon looked you up and down subtly. heeseung, on the other hand, was damn near ogling you. the former repeated, “can we come in?”

“um, i guess,” you murmured, stepping out of the way so that they could enter your bedroom.

heeseung closed the door behind himself, not that there was anyone to worry about. it was only the three of you in the house at the moment. 

sunghoon glanced away, looking for traces of what you had been doing. he found them very quickly; your laptop shut on your bed, the blankets messily thrown on top to conceal the damp spots in your sheets, and your shirt and shorts on the floor by your bed, implying you were only in your underwear.

“is there something you guys need?” you asked, a bit annoyed at having been interrupted. 

sunghoon walked towards your desk where your laptop probably should have been, though he saw something fearful flash in your eyes. his brows furrowed, but he didn’t inquire about it. he would figure it out on his own. “do we have to need something to want to visit you?” sunghoon asked, a small smile on his face. “i haven’t seen you all day long. we just wanted to make sure you’re still alive.”

“oh, that’s… very sweet of you,” you murmured. “as you can see, i’m perfectly alive and breathing.”

“yeah, you’re breathing a lot,” heeseung commented. 

sunghoon chuckled. he moved away from your desk and instead towards your nightstand, noticing your eyes still watching him like a hawk. “relax. what’s got you so worked up?”

“i’m not worked up,” you lied, eyes darting between him and your bed. 

that was when it clicked in sunghoon’s brain. the bed. you didn’t want him to see the bed. he chuckled again, sitting down on top of it. “are you okay? you look a little… flushed.”

“yeah,” heeseung chimed in, moving your hair out of your face. you jolted. you had been paying so much attention to sunghoon that you failed to notice heeseung had creeped up behind you. “and sweaty.”

you released a shaky breath. you were nervous, but you couldn’t tell them that. because then they would start asking questions. “i’m okay, guys. you can go.”

“why are you trying to get rid of us?” heeseung asked, leaning in a little too close. “it’s almost like you’re hiding something.”

“what are you watching?” sunghoon asked, grabbing your laptop. 

your eyes widened in horror. “no, wait!” you exclaimed. you tried to stop him, but heeseung was quick to pull you back against his chest. 

sunghoon opened your laptop, being met with a twitter porn browser. he feigned surprise. “oh, wow,” he said, merely blinking. “wow.”

“what is it?” heeseung called from the other side of the room. 

sunghoon turned the laptop to face you and heeseung. “guess she’s really into… creampies, sucking dick, and doggy style.”

your face was hot with embarrassment and you thrashed in heeseung’s arms. “this is an invasion of privacy! you guys jerk off, don’t you?”

“jerk off? sure. watch porn for hours on end? no, i don’t,” sunghoon answered, setting your laptop down. he moved your blankets out of the way, revealing a few damp spots on your bed. “how long did you have to sit here for this to happen?”

you felt very exposed at the moment. like your deepest, darkest secret was steadily reaching its way around the whole world. “i’m not that bad,” you murmured, shy. 

heeseung laughed. he tugged at the towel and brought his hand to your chest, pinching your nipple. “not that bad? you almost gave poor sunghoon over there an aneurysm with how enticing you’ve been.”

your whined when heeseung squeezed your chest, tearing your gaze away from sunghoon to look up at him with wide eyes. “what are you doing?”

“fuck. yeah, that’s what i’m talking about, princess,” heeseung groaned, pressing himself against your ass. “those sweet sounds have been driving him mad.”

any other moment, sunghoon would have narrowed his eyes at heeseung and called him disgusting. but this was different. sunghoon didn’t care about what was right or wrong anymore. maybe he never truly had. what was certain right now was that any desire to behave in a morally acceptable manner was outweighed by the desire to fuck you brainless.

“bring her over here,” sunghoon said, shoving your laptop of the way to make room. 

heeseung grabbed your waist and led you towards the bed, pushing you towards his brother. sunghoon grabbed your chin, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. “gooning isn’t healthy,” he told you straightforwardly. “you know what you need?”

you glanced at him, fretful. the towel had completely fallen at this point, leaving you solely in your water, just as sunghoon had pieced together. “what?” you whispered.

“a fuck,” sunghoon replied unabashedly. “you’re so damn touch-starved. always complaining about how you want a boyfriend, but you never go out, because you’re too busy playing with your clit.”

your face was hot. honestly, they hadn’t given you the opportunity to cool down. but you had to admit that he was right. compared to how much you touched yourself, you didn’t go out enough.

“have you ever even had sex?” heeseung asked, running his hands up your thighs. 

you wanted to hide so fucking bad, but that clearly wasn’t an option. “no,” you replied, ashamed.

sunghoon snickered, because apparently that was funny. “obviously,” he said, moving his thumb to your bottom lip. “this pretty body has gone untouched for too many years, that’s all. once you get fucked, you’ll be as good as new. worked for jake. didn’t it, hee?”

“yep,” heeseung chirped, nodding. “he was the biggest gooner i’ve ever seen. jay had so many roommate horror stories. then, we got him some pussy, and he’s all better now. actually goes outside and gets light that isn’t from his laptop.”

“so, what do you say?” sunghoon asked, turning your head back to him. “want something other than your fingers inside you?”

your heart racing. were you really about to agree to getting fucked by your stepbrothers? when it was over, you could blame it on the fact that you genuinely were touch-starved and desperate for a release for all this pent-up frustration.

and because you really, really needed to come after having avoided it for hours, you nodded your head.

“words, princess,” heeseung said, his hands still gripping your thighs as he thought about how soft they were. “say it. say, ‘i want you to fuck me, heeseung.’”

you swallowed, but you weren’t going to disobey. “i… i want you to fuck me, heeseung.”

“jeez, you don’t have to beg. i’ll do it,” heeseung replied, playful as ever. “and because it’s your first time, i think we should do missionary. is that okay, princess?”

“that’s… fine,” you murmured timidly. it didn’t really matter to you how he fucked you. you just wanted someone inside you. 

heeseung was beaming, like he had prayed for this day and it was finally happening. “good. and if you ever want me to fuck you on all fours, you know the way to my room.”

the way heeseung was looking at you was entirely overwhelming, so you glanced over at sunghoon instead, though he was also watching you intently. “what about… you?” you asked. 

sunghoon chuckled, thumb sweeping over your lips. “i don’t need to fuck your pussy. i’ll leave that to heeseung. i just want to fuck this pretty little mouth that’s been keeping me up at night.”

heeseung, growing impatient, tugged at your panties. you lifted your hips, watching him drag them down your legs. “jesus,” he murmured. “they’re fucking drenched.”

“they better be,” sunghoon replied with a chuckle, stepping out of his pants. “long as she’s probably been wearing them.”

heeseung spread your legs, wanting to get a good look at the treasure hidden between them. he moaned at the mere sight of your pussy, dripping with arousal. “fuck, you don’t even need prep,” he mused.

as if you couldn’t get any more embarrassed than you already were. they knew exactly what to say to make you want to hide your face beneath a pillow and hopefully suffocate to death.

despite his declaration about you not needing prep, heeseung couldn’t help but drag his tongue along your folds, which made you gasp in surprise. it wasn’t a tentative lick, either; he was confident and unreluctant. you were clearly sensitive, but he didn’t seem to care, eager to suck and lick at you.

“heeseung,” you whimpered, involuntarily trying to close your legs. he swore his dick twitched when you said his name like that. 

all the while, sunghoon was stroking himself beside you, half hard. for the first time thinking about you at the same time that he touched his dick, and god, he really should have done it sooner. just the thought of you made his blood pump harder. 

heeseung pulled back after a moment or two when he was finally sated. “sorry,” he apologized, completely inauthentic. “just wanted a taste.”

sunghoon tapped your cheek. “open up, baby.”

you slowly opened your mouth, wide enough for him to push inside. which sunghoon seized the opportunity to do as soon as it presented itself. he was impatient now, tired of waiting. you had tortured him long enough with those pretty noises; it was time you paid him back for tolerating your horniness.

“fuck,” sunghoon cursed upon feeling the warmth of your mouth around his cock.

heeseung snickered. it was amusing to him that only a few hours ago, sunghoon said he was insane for suggesting that they fuck you. and now here he was with his cock down your throat. a few hours could truly change a man, for worse and for better. “how’s it going?” heeseung asked.

sunghoon closed his eyes, trying to go slow before he started fucking your throat with a purpose. he didn’t necessarily want to hurt you, but damn, he was getting pretty damn close. “how do you think?” he retorted.

you watched sunghoon as he slowly moved inside your mouth, though his patience was obviously dwindling by the second. part of you wanted to see what it would look like when he lost it all, but the other dreaded it, uncertain whether or not you could handle it.

you were still a virgin, after all. in the important and unimportant ways. you had never been fucked. you had most certainly never had your throat fucked until this very moment. the furthest you’d ever gone with a boy was a little bit of groping while kissing and even that was awkward.

heeseung licked his lips, appreciating that they were coated in your arousal. “taste so good, princess,” he said, dropping his hands down to his shorts.

you would have gawked when you glanced down and noticed the dent in them, even if it weren’t for the fact that your mouth was preoccupied. when did he get so hard? 

heeseung started to undress himself, pleased now that he had gotten a taste of you and eager to be inside you. he was quick to shed his shorts and the layer underneath, unafraid to show just how desperate he was. for him, it was easy to accept his attraction to you and even easier to act on it now that he had your consent.

he climbed onto the bed, grabbing your thighs again and spreading them apart. he gave them a few affectionate, departing kisses and sat up to grab his cock, bringing it between them. “say ‘goofer gooner’ if you’re ready,” heeseung joked, knowing you couldn’t speak.

you furrowed your brows, but you couldn’t even focus on his nonsense because sunghoon was noticeably forgoing all restraint. could you blame him? your mouth was warm, alive, and everything about you seemed to drive him straight through the brink of insanity. 

“you know, sunghoon,” heeseung started, gazing down at the little distance between your bodies. “you were right. i’m already in the mood again.”

you had that effect on him, on them. heeseung knew he probably should have fought it better, but he truly saw no point. it was easier to fold and surrender to the fact that he found you infuriatingly sexy, despite your tendencies. and with nothing more to say, he slowly but surely pressed himself inside you.

heeseung tipped his head back, already moaning like a bitch and he wasn’t even fully sheathed inside you yet. “holy fuck,” he said, his grip on your thighs tightening.

you whimpered, the sound muffled by sunghoon’s cock as his balls slapped against your chin. you immediately pulsed around heeseung’s cock, clinging to him like now that he was there, you would never let him go.

“holy fuck,” heeseung moaned again, stopping for a moment as if the breath had been completely sucked out of him. “so fucking wet, my dick just slides in.”

he was damn near flabbergasted. maybe there was benefit to you gooning for hours on end, a benefit that he got to reap. he had never seen anyone this wet before, much less felt anything this wet, and it was taking a toll on him. his head was already reeling.

“okay,” heeseung said, more so to himself. he was adjusting. “okay. fuck. i’m gonna move.”

and he did, growing more and more mesmerized with every thrust of his hips. his mouth hung open, moans of your name and explicit curses dangling from his lips with a shrill touch to them that only made you even more aroused.

to say nothing of the sounds sunghoon was making, almost directly in your ear. he was so close to your face that you could explode. he was finally moving comfortably, fucking your throat with a rhythm that almost made it hard to breathe. 

though you had no intention of making him stop. you had fantasized about making yourself available for this purpose many, many times. not necessarily to your stepbrother, but well, it wasn’t like you were discriminating. especially not when he sounded so goddamn sexy and his face was tensing the way it was in pleasure.

it was strange, but you found yourself going from solely craving the experience to wanting to pleasure them. and it would appear that you were doing a fantastic job without hardly even trying, all things considered.

heeseung was gripping on your thighs for dear life as if without the support, he would get blown away into the eighth dimension. or maybe drown in how wet you were, gushing around his cock, if not for him using your soft thighs as an anchor to keep him afloat.

“this sweet fucking pussy,” he sighed, losing himself in the vice of you. he had set a pace too, fucking you without intention of stopping. with every fiber of his being, deep and hard. “i could fuck you forever.”

you could sit here and take it forever. you had never felt so full in your life. your fingers hardly did the job, always reaching just shy of where you needed them instead of completely offering you the satisfaction you’d long craved. and here heeseung was handing it to you on a silver platter.

the only problem was that you felt slightly overwhelmed with so much happening at one time in two different holes. you didn’t know who to pay attention to; sunghoon fucking your throat with a vengeance, eager to gain something out of your mouth for once, or heeseung railing you to kingdom come, making you feel hot everywhere.

you found yourself trying to juggle both, eyes flitting between them, moaning around sunghoon’s dick at heeseung’s angled thrusts and throbbing around heeseung at every guttural groan that slipped from sunghoon’s mouth. you couldn’t help yourself; it was too goddamn arousing.

sunghoon noticed how fucked out you looked, eyes rolling back to another timeline, and it was doing unimaginable things to his cock. you looked better than he could have ever imagined and he knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he left you hoarse and rasping.

with that thought, he grabbed your hair to push you down and started to fuck your head against the mattress rather roughly, which caught you by surprise. you tried to take it, you really did, but it was overwhelming. you could barely breathe.

“take it,” he hissed, holding your head in place. you looked pretty like this, struggling to keep up with his hectic movements.

your eyes were watering as his cock went too deep for you to handle, and you started gagging. sunghoon moaned, but pulled your head off him to let you relax for a second, a string of saliva connecting your mouth and the head of his cock.

“breathe,” he said, letting one hand run through your hair almost tenderly.

you nodded, willing yourself to relax. all the while, sunghoon marveled at how pretty you looked with saliva on your face and tears strolling down your cheeks.

“you guys okay up there?” heeseung asked from between your legs, having noticed the action. 

“we’re fine,” sunghoon answered on your behalf. he moved his hand from your hair to your cheek. “you ready?”

you nodded your head. you couldn’t shake the urge to really make him proud, to satisfy all his inappropriate cravings. it was the least you could do when you had been tantalizing him for months on end.

“good girl,” sunghoon whispered, guiding his cock back to your mouth and this time using your hair to push your head onto his cock as he fucked your throat.

you moaned at the pet name, because something about the way it sounded coming from him made your head spin. maybe you were just horny and in dire need of a fuck like he’d said. maybe after you came, all of these feelings would wear off, and you would feel somewhat sane again. 

but you couldn’t deny that you were somewhat indulging in your fantasies here. you didn’t necessarily hate the the way sunghoon was treating you, even if it was a little beyond your limits and more than a little rough. but limits were just boundaries you’d yet explored.

heeseung was a different situation altogether. your pussy was still sensitive from the hours of playing with it and you were already about to come much before him. there was a familiar heat in your stomach and festering throb of energy in your core, only more intense than you had ever experienced.

but heeseung recognized it, even without being able to hear your sweet moans of his name. he could see it in your body language and it flattered him in a way; he always felt proud when he lasted longer than the person he was fucking, especially without necessarily even trying to finish them quicker.

“she’s gonna come,” heeseung pointed out, grinning. “come for me, princess. come on this dick. you know you want to.”

it was like he your voodoo doll or something, because merely seconds after those words parted from his mouth, you were shuddering and tightening around his cock with climax, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your toes clenching.

heeseung let out the pitchiest moan ever when you throbbed around him repeatedly. words could not describe how good it felt, but sounds could. and the sounds he was making were sensational, only contributing to the mind-numbing pleasure wrecking you from within.

“goddamn,” heeseung said, mesmerized by how hard you came. it was probably warranted after hours of resisting.

but the other thing on heeseung’s mind was how much wetter your pussy sounded, sticky with your release. he whined, literally going mad. he knew that his own orgasm wasn’t far out and just the squelch of your cunt could easily finish him off.

sunghoon was facing a similar predicament, fucking your mouth without restraint and not letting you escape his thrusts. “fuck, i’m gonna come,” he groaned. “swallow it. or don’t. it’s your sheets.”

the last thing you of all people cared about was having your sheets ruined. at the moment, you were more burdened with how sore your throat felt and how overstimulated your pussy was being fucked despite having already orgasmed. it literally felt like you’d had the soul fucked out of you.

you didn’t even know it was possible at this point, but sunghoon’s hips went faster. it was a brutal but steady pace, which was somewhat admirable. he was trying to get himself there, right over the edge, knowing release was only seconds away.

with a few more smacks, sunghoon released down your throat with the sexiest groan you’d heard, one that claimed every award. when you’d milked him of every drop, his hands tight on the sides of your face, his grip on your head slacked and he slowly pulled your mouth off him.

you swallowed what you could, but he had came so goddamn much at once, it was borderline ridiculous. what you couldn’t take dripped down your chin, blending with the saliva from the messy fucking.

heeseung glanced up at you and the sight of your cum-stained face triggered something so primal in him that he knew he wasn’t going to last another minute. “princess, where do you want me to come?” he asked breathlessly.

“inside,” you replied with maybe half your voice, if even. it hurt to speak. the sound pleased sunghoon.

the thought of coming inside your pussy had heeseung levitating and was the last push he needed to bring himself past the cusp of ecstasy. his hips stuttered as he came inside you, crying out half of your name, leaning on top of you as he buried his load inside your warm, wet, gushing, sticky hole.

a satisfied hum escaped you when you felt his cum seeping inside your pussy. why did it feel so good?

“d-don’t move yet,” you whispered, because it was all you could muster.

heeseung glanced up at you, recognizing the look of pleasure on your face. if he had the energy, he would tease you about how you wanted to feel him cum inside you, but he needed to catch his breath. so he answered with a nod.

sunghoon whistled. this had gone better than he’d hoped. “well goddamn. you’re just a virgin slut aren’t you?”

heeseung chuckled breathlessly. “she took that shit like a champ. i’m impressed.”

sunghoon kissed your forehead. “you did so good,” he whispered, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “i’ll get you some water in a second.”

you nodded, appreciating the tender side after all that had just happened. your heart felt a little lighter than usual, despite its racing. you had so many questions, but you didn’t want to strain your voice. was it normal to feel like a different person after having sex for the first time?

heeseung was going to pull out, but seeing the look on your face, he decided to stay nestled inside you for a little longer. “you okay?”

you bobbed your head. “i’m good.”

heeseung snickered and teased, “whoa there, batman. what have you done with my sister?”

you rolled your eyes, but giggled. sunghoon joined in on the laughter, but he added, “don’t speak. you’ll make it worse.”

heeseung sighed contentedly. knowing that you wouldn’t say anything in response, he decided to tease, “our little gooner.”

you glared at heeseung wordlessly, conveying a lot of different things with your eyes. 

sunghoon translated playfully, “i think that means ‘fuck you.’”

“again?” heeseung joked. “what can i expect from a gooner. but hey, i guess girls can goon too.”

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Agora Hills - STRIPPER ♡

SUMMARY / You see a new face enter the club and he asks for a private lap dance. The longer you two spent with each other, the less you could keep your hands off each other.

warnings ✩ SMUT, reader has a stage name! (velvet), switch!yunho, dom!reader, fem!reader, stripper!reader, groping, dry humping, pet names, dirty talk, yunho cums handsfree, unprotected sex, virgin!yunho (mwehehe), handjob, reader is a gentle dom, semi-pubic sex (they're in a strip club, duh, but like also in private)

word count ✩ 2,18k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh @hwallazia

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

"Hey, Velvet!" your manager beckoned you over. "We've got a new guy asking for a private dance."

"New?" you sit up from your chair, rolling your eyes and folding your arms together. "Did you make sure he wasn't a creep? Every other dude I've given a dance to has always been too -- touchy."

Your manager, a heavyset man named Bo, chuckles. "Don't worry, he's not like the others. Just a bit shy, I think." He winks. "I've got a good feeling about this one."

"You say that a lot about everyone, so I don't think you realize how unhelpful that is." you scoot your chair back and grab your heels. "Just give me a sec."

The VIP section was tucked away in the basement of the club, dimly lit and slightly less chaotic than the main floor. Different rooms for each client. Each had a velvet curtain for privacy. Bo led you to the last one and pushed it open. Inside was a man sitting in the chair, his back to the door. He was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans, his hair a shaggy mess of dark locks. The stark contrast between the opulence of the chair and his casual attire was peculiar but somehow fitting.

Bo left you alone and you slowly walk over, the click of your heels alerting him. He seemed so…innocent, like someone who really didn't belong in a place like this. You felt a twinge of curiosity mixed with a strange sense of protectiveness.

He even gulped when he first laid eyes on you. You were gorgeous, even though he could barely see your face due to the lighting.

"You look so out of place, hun." you murmur, a smirk playing on your lips. He turns slightly, and even in the shadows, you see his cheeks redden. "But if you're here for a lap dance, I guess you're not as innocent as I thought."

"M-My friends brought me here f-for my birthday." he gulps and you narrow your eyes.

"How old are you?"

"…2-25." The man's voice cracks, and you can't help but chuckle at his nervousness.

You lean down and whisper in his ear, "Well, happy birthday." His scent, something faintly sweet and musky, fills your nostrils. It's intoxicating, and you find yourself drawn closer to him.

He tugs at his pants nervously as you lean in, your heart racing in a mix of excitement and apprehension. You can feel the heat from his body, his breaths quickening as he fumbles over his words. "Thanks, I-I've never done this before."

"I can tell. Just relax. If you need me to stop at any point in time, you can tell me. Now, are you ready?" You ask, placing your hand gently on his shoulder. He nods, and you can feel the tension in his muscles ease slightly. You start to sway your hips to the slow beat of the music, letting the rhythm flow through you as you move closer.

The music fills the room, a sultry melody that wraps around the two of you like a warm embrace. Your movements are fluid, your body a canvas that tells a silent story of seduction. His eyes are glued to yours, searching for a sign of approval or perhaps a hint of understanding. You lean in, your breath hot against his cheek, and begin to dance.

Your hands glide over his shoulders and chest, teasingly tracing the lines of his body without making contact. Each beat of the music brings you closer, until you're straddling his thighs, your hips grinding in time with the bass. He's frozen, his eyes wide and his breathing erratic. You can feel the thump of his heart beneath you, the heat of his skin burning through his shirt.

"You can touch me," you whisper in his ear. "Just don't go overboard, okay?"

He nods, his hands tentatively finding their way to your hips. His touch is light, almost shy, but it sends electric shocks through your body. You guide his hands, teaching him how to follow your rhythm, how to move with the music. His fingertips trace the fabric of your dress, and the way he looks at you, with a mix of awe and desire, makes you feel powerful, sexy, alive.

"Your first lap dance, hm?" you say, your voice low and playful as you move to the rhythm. "Well, you're in good hands."

His grip tightens slightly as he tries to keep up with your movements, his thumbs brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You lean back, arching your body, and he takes the cue, his hands moving up your sides to cup your breasts gently. You gasp, the intimacy of the touch surprising you. It's been a long time since a client has made you feel anything beyond the mechanical movements of your job.

You place your hand on top of his and he immediately lets go. "S-Sorry! Sorry! W-Was I not supposed to-"

"Shh," you place a finger on his lips, silencing him. "It's okay. Just go with the flow." You lean into him, your breath warm and comforting. "You're doing fine."

The dance goes on, his touch becoming bolder, yet respectful. His eyes never leave yours, and the intensity in them is palpable. The room seems to shrink around you, the music fading into the background as the only sounds are your mingled breaths and the gentle whispers of the air conditioner. Your hands trace the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble, the pulse in his neck, and the way he swallows hard when you touch him.

You lean in closer, your breaths mingling as you dance. His eyes searched yours, questioning, but you give him a soft nod of encouragement. His hands slip down to your hips again, and this time, they don't stop. The friction of your bodies becomes unbearable, and you can feel the tension coiling tightly inside of you. This dance has become more than just a job; it's a silent conversation between two strangers, a moment of raw connection in a place where touch is usually just a transaction.

His thumbs graze your skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever they go. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan, surprised by your own reaction. You've danced for countless men, but none have ever made you feel like this. Your heart pounds in your chest, and your body moves almost on its own, responding to his touch like it's been starved of affection for too long.

"I-" he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut and his head lowering. Your hand on his neck guides him, and suddenly, your lips are on his. It's a soft kiss, tentative and questioning, but it's enough to send a bolt of lightning through your veins. You deepen it, your tongues meeting in a dance as old as time, as the music continues to throb around you.

Suddenly, he was digging his nails into your skin, stopping the movement of your hips as his body tensed. You pull away from the kiss and look down, smiling a bit. "You okay?"

"I-I, um.." he shifted around in the seat, "I-I…I came…"

"…You're serious?" You laugh lightly, trying to keep the situation from becoming awkward. The blush on his cheeks deepens, and he nods, looking down at his lap.

You lean back slightly, giving him a moment to compose himself. "Well, that's quite the compliment," you murmur, your voice filled with amusement. "I guess I'm good at my job."

"Y-You…you felt that though, right-?"

"I can't really feel you cum so no-"

"I meant between us." His voice is hoarse and sincere, and his eyes are now looking directly into yours, searching for something you're not quite sure you're ready to give him. But the connection is undeniable, a spark that's been kindled into a flame.

"Yeah," you smile, running your hands through his hair. "Wanna do it again?"

The question hangs in the air for a moment before he nods eagerly. "Y-Yes," he stammers, and you can feel his excitement building as you lean in for another kiss. This one is less tentative, more demanding, as you explore his mouth with the same passion that fuels your dance. His hands roam over your back, pulling you closer, and you can't help but feel a thrill at his eagerness.

You moved your hand down and tugged at his jeans and you could've sworn you felt shivers run through his body. He was already hard, which didn't surprise you, but you didn't let it show. Instead, you gave him a knowing smile and whispered, "Aw, look at that."

Your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it gently in rhythm with the music. His breath hitched in his throat and he gripped the chair, eyes wide. "Is this too much?"

"N-no, it's perfect," he gasped, his voice thick with desire.

You giggle and lift your hips a little, pushing your thong to the side. "Nobody's watching…"

He nods, his eyes glazed over with lust, and you can tell he's lost in the moment. You feel his cock twitch in your hand as you guide it towards your wetness. The anticipation is palpable as you line it up and slowly lower yourself onto him. You both gasp as he fills you up, the sensation of him inside you making you clench around him.

He didn't know what to do with his hands, his ears were ringing, sweat beads ran down his forehead -- everything was too much, too many sensations hitting him at once. He felt like he was about to pass out from the sheer overload of pleasure. You noticed his confusion and took control, placing his hands on your hips and guiding his movements, showing him how to move with the music that was still playing in the background, almost forgotten.

"You okay? Actin' like you've never been in pussy before." You tease, a mischievous glint in your eye. He nods, trying to focus. "Just let me do the work."

"T-This is my first time-" he stammers, his eyes squeezed shut as you start to move up and down. His inexperience is evident, but it's endearing in a way you didn't expect.

"And you went to a strip club to lose your virginity? Not the best idea, but it's okay because you got me as the one to take it." You say, your voice a mix of amusement and seduction.

"I-I might cum-" he inhales sharply. "I-I'm sorry, 'm sorry-"

"It's okay," you whisper, your voice soothing as you lean in to kiss his neck. "Just enjoy it. I'm on birth control anyway."

He nods, his movements becoming more confident as he follows your lead. Each thrust brings you closer to the edge, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you in sync with the music, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. The scent of your combined arousal fills the air, mixing with the faint smell of sweat and cologne. His hands grip your hips tightly as you ride him, your breasts bouncing with the rhythm.

"F-F-Fuck-" he sighed, almost sounding as if he was crying. "I-It feels so good…"

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of something. You've had a lot of firsts in this job, but there was something about his vulnerability that got to you. You leaned in and kissed him deeply, his cock still inside you, his hands gripping your hips as you began to move faster. The music was a faint echo in your ears as you lost yourself in the moment, letting go of the walls you usually kept up during a dance.

His body was trembling beneath you, and you knew he was close. You whispered sweet nothings into his ear, urging him on, feeling his heart race against your chest. The music built up to a crescendo, and you matched it, your hips moving in a frenzied dance as he reached his peak. You felt him throb inside you, and the sensation sent you over the edge too, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

"You're doing so good," you giggle, feeling the warmth spread through your body as you reach your own climax. The tension in the room snaps and you lean into his shoulder, breathing heavily. "You're not so innocent after all."

He chuckles nervously, his grip on you loosening as he tries to catch his breath. "I-I guess not," he whispers, his voice hoarse.

"You gonna cum? Gonna fill up my pretty little pussy, hm?" You whisper in his ear, your voice a seductive purr. His breathing hitches and his body tenses beneath you. "Do it," you urge, your voice low and needy. "I want to feel it."

With a gasp, he does. You can feel his warmth flood into you, his muscles tightening as he releases. It's a beautiful, intimate moment, one that you don't usually experience in this line of work. But with him, it's different. You're not just a body to him; you're a person, and that makes all the difference.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

beast of burden

a valentines weekend event fic!

fwb!dick grayson x reader: canceling your valentine’s day plans before they even start, a romp with your sneaky link turns into..cuddling with a box of chocolates and a rom com?

content level: hurt/comfort, 18+. NSFW.

opening your eyes, you already know what day it is. you want to scream into your pillow, kick your feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum. but you have classes today, and neither professor is very lenient when it comes to unexcused absences. whatever. 

coffee in hand, you drag your feet to and from each class, dreading the date you have planned with that guy from that app. god. you’re not sure why you even open them anymore, it’s always the same thing, or the same people with different pictures for different apps. you just don’t have it in you to get all dressed up just to go to some bar and get either stood up or have to make small talk for an hour. you walk past a couple making out on a bench, another couple walking with their hands in each other’s pockets. why can’t you just snap your fingers and have that? skip all the texting, the ghosting? snap your fingers and run into the person you’re supposed to be with, dropping your papers as they help you pick them up, apologizing profusely. your hands would touch. and you’d ‘just know.’ snap and see them across the room at a party, making eye contact, and then spending the rest of your lives together. but unfortunately.. 

you sigh when another couple passes, swinging hands as they walk. 

you find yourself texting him, canceling. you’d been meaning to walk to the cafeteria, but you ended up here. in front of his place. god, coming here on valentine’s day must look so pathetic. you turn, deciding you shouldn’t, not today, but you’re too late. 

he opens the door, and turns around before he sees you, snapping like he’s trying to remember what he forgot. a warm feeling spreads into your chest, tingling into your fingers and toes. dick grabs his keys off the hook by the door, shaking his head. 

he stops, saying your name as he startles at your presence. 

you blink, cursing yourself for even coming to dorm in the first place, putting on a sheepish smile. 

“..hey, dick.” you could not believe today was going to get any worse, and yet, here you are.

“hey, what’s up?” he leans against the doorframe, his blue eyes staring down into yours. 

“not much.” you say, trying and definitely failing at feigning nonchalance. “wanted to see what you were up to.” 

he nods, a small smile turning up the corners of his lips. “i was gonna go for a drive.”

“oh.” you reply, mindlessly. 

“..it can be rescheduled.” he’s got an amused look on his face as he opens the door wider, nodding you into the room. 

“who gave you these?” you ask, your tone incredulous. 

“i–uh. a girl in one of my classes gave it to me today.” 

“well, happy fucking valentine’s day to you, huh?” you raise an eyebrow, hand on your hip. 

“yeah, i’d say it has been.” he crosses his arms, returning your look. you sigh, relenting. 

“i’m..happy for you, dick.” you throw him a lackluster smile, and he smiles back, pulling you over to sit on his bed with him. you lean into him, and he maneuvers you into falling back behind him. you make a surprised noise as he lays back next to you, propping himself up on an elbow. 

“how happy are you, really?” his presence over you reminds you what you usually get up to on his bed. you get flustered as he runs a hand through his hair, his bicep on full display. you feel so off your game.

“..what?” you didn’t even realize there was a conversation going on still, a bit mesmerized by the way his thighs feel pressed up against yours. 

“forget it, babe.” the last thing you see is his smirk before you’re lost in his arms, his lips on yours. your tongues meet, and his swipes at your lips before pushing in to bite your lower lip. you moan into his mouth, running your hands up his body. the arm he has curled around your waist goes lower, his hand gripping your ass. you open your legs around him, letting him in as your heels press into his lower back. his cock presses into the junction of your thighs, the combined heat sending your hips rocking against his for some hope of friction. dick’s one to one hundred, and he leans back, whipping his shirt off. it sails to the ground, and you giggle, letting him take yours off next. 

you watch as he rolls the condom on, admiring the line of muscle stretching from his hips to the tuft of hair at the middle. you don’t think you’d be able to handle eye contact, so when he’s ready you turn over, onto your knees and elbows. he notches his tip at your hole, smoothing a hand over your lower back as he deepens your arch. you take deep breaths as he slowly enters you, hearing the groan he tries to stifle from behind you. relaxing, you lay your head down onto the mattress, braced by your forearms. you whimper once he’s bottomed out, feeling the smooth skin of his stomach pressed against your ass, his balls flush with your pussy. leaning over you, going impossibly deeper, he moves your hair away from your face. 

“feeling good?” he says, his voice a little tight with need. 

“yes,” you sigh out, your hands gripping the sheets as he pulls out, coming back with a hard thrust. his pace quickens, the cheap dorm bed creaking slightly in time with the movement of his hips. 

“probably not gonna last, baby,” dick starts, pulling you into him, his cock buried deep inside of you. 

“look so gorgeous on my cock like that,” he groans, lifting a leg to get more leverage.  

the way he’s talking to you feels so nice, so simply nice, that you can’t really wrap your head around it. 

you feel a prickle in your eye, and you try to ignore it, try to swallow down the lump in your throat. it feels amazing, like it always does, but your head just isn’t in the right place. 

“you’re takin’ it so good, love,” dick coos to you. it sends you over the edge. tears burn along your waterline, threatening to fall. you sniffle into the comforter, and dick slows his pace, his brow furrowed. he pulls out, and you start sobbing into your hands. 

“woah, woah,” dick sits you up, wrapping you into his arms. it feels so nice, you feel so safe, but you can’t help the shame weighing your shoulders down as big, fat tears slide down your cheeks. his hard length presses into your hip and you feel guilty somehow. you know nothing’s your fault, but that’s not always what you’ve been told in the past. he whispers reassuring words to you as he lets you cry it out, rubbing your back. dick listens calmly as you start blubbering about the date you didn’t want to go on, the exhaustion that is dating in general. 

“i just have horrible fucking luck with love, okay?” you swipe another tear away. “pathetic, right?” 

at your mirthless laughter, dick shakes his head, vehemently. 

“don’t say that.” he grabs your hands away from your face, holding them tightly. “seriously.” 

you sniffle as he rubs his thumbs across the back of your hands, his expression almost laughably concerned. 

“i didn’t exactly have valentine’s day plans either, you know?”

“i just—campus just gets so lonely! i’m not exactly like you, people don’t just hand me chocolates because i’m pretty and in their class.” you cover your face with your hands again, scrubbing at your eyes. you know you probably look a little crazy right now, but you feel a little crazy. so it works, in some roundabout way. continuity. dick’s eyes are bright as he looks at you, probably giddy that you went and called him pretty. 

“you’re not alone. you got me. that might not be enough for you, but it’s enough for me.” 

“it is enough for me, dick.” you reply, and his heartbeat is so loud he wonders if you can hear it. pretty ridiculous of him, considering you’re just supposed to be someone he messes around with. 

you glance down. you’re not really sure when he took the condom off, but it’s by you two on the bed. noticing he’s still pretty erect, guilt blooms in your chest again. he was having a grand ‘ol time before you ruined it, it’s the least you can do.

“i—just, dick, i feel bad. let me take care of it.” you say, brushing  your hair out of your face, hands on dick’s thighs, about to lean down.

“no, honey.” he says softly, his tone making you almost cry again. gently he moves your hands, patting your knee. he gets up from the bed, grabbing his shirt from off the ground. but instead of putting it on, motions for you to raise your arms, sliding it onto you instead, pulling it down over your head. he grabs your underwear, hooking them onto your ankles and sliding them up your legs until you finish the job, slipping them onto your hips. dick wanders over to the trash, disposing of the empty condom. he dresses too, going commando in a pair of sweats (after he throws you a smaller pair with a smile) and a different shirt from his drawer. 

he grabs the box of chocolates, settling back into bed with you. dick brushes hair out of your eyes, kissing your temple. his arm falls around your shoulders, and you lean into him, your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“what sounds better, legally blonde or she’s the man?” 

you smirk, grabbing a chocolate from the box as he turns his TV on. 

“what, like it’s hard?” 

dick sighs, rolling his eyes, and you suppress a smile as you bite into the candy. he laughs when you groan, wrinkling your nose. as you cough, he raises an eyebrow, and you swallow with a grimace. 

“..cherry.”

“drama queen.”

post divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics

[sunflowerwriter]

New Mother

AN: This is a bit after Morgan leaves the BAU, just to clear it up. Hope you guys enjoy it REPOST FROM DELETED BLOG  :)

WARNINGS: None

Summary: You go into labor while Spencer was off on a case and a little flashback of when he found out you were pregnant 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU Reader

Word Count: 1289

You remembered the day you going out you were pregnant like it was yesterday. You weren’t really feeling well while on the plane heading to your most recent case, you had blamed it on something you ate but after some time you were starting to think that might now be it. A voice in the back of your head kept nagging you to take a pregnancy test and to shut it up you decided to take one or well more like three, just to be on the safe side. They were all positive which shocked you at first but nothing less you were excited about becoming a mother. You and Spencer had talked about starting a family and wanted to start one soon. You had decided that just to make one hundred percent sure you were pregnant you would go to the doctors before telling Spencer. A week later you had your visit with the doctor and he had confirmed that you were pregnant so you were going to tell Spencer.

*FLASHBACK*

You and Spencer were the first ones in the office like you were almost every morning so you decided now was the time to tell him. Grabbing the gift box from your purse you set it down on his desk making him look at you

“What’s this for?”

“Open it, I got you something”

He looked confused but nothing less opened the box. The first thing he saw was your pregnancy test and the ultrasound picture making him look up with the biggest grin on his face

“Y/N are you serious?”

“Yeah”

He jumped up from his chair and hugged you super tight making you laugh. He pulled back and grabbed your face pulling you into a kiss. You pulled away after a few moments and looked at him

“You still haven’t finished opening it you know”

He pulled away and moved back to the box where he pulled out a shirt that said “baby genius” and a little pair of converse to match the pair that Spencer would wear all the time. He laughed and looked up at you

“I’m actually going to be a father, I’m not dreaming”

“I could pinch you if you’d like”

He shook his head and pulled you closer towards him

“Does anyone know?”

“Just you and Hotch”

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Not that long after did the whole team end up finding out and were extremely happy for the both of you. You and Spencer had decided not to find out the gender of the baby until it was born and the anticipation was killing you.

Now here you are sitting in Garcia’s office, ready to pop out your child at any moment, waiting with her for the team to get back from a case. Spencer had told you several times that he would stop flying with the team and stay back with you but you told him not to worry about you.

You had been feeling your contractions for about an hour but they weren’t exactly close in time so you knew you had time but now they are a bit stronger and closer together. You took a sharp breath in and made a face as your newest contraction hit you making Garcia look at you.

“How long?”

“They are about ten minutes apart maybe a bit less”

“Oh my god let’s go”

“But -“

“No come on I’ll call them from the car ride to the hospital, I’ll get your bag”

She grabbed your hand and walked towards the elevators grabbing your hospital bag in the process.

Spencer was getting off the plane when he got Garcias call. By the look on his face the team knew what was going on. He looked at his team and confirmed what they thought

“Y/N is in labor”

He pretty much ran to the car with the team following behind him.

You were sitting on the bed as comfortable as you could be given that you were about to push out a human. Garcia was sitting in the room with you keeping you occupied until Spencer got into the room. About twenty minutes later Spencer pretty much ran into the room making you smile

“I told you I shoulda taken time off work,”

You laughed as he kissed your forehead. Garcia left the room and Spencer took her place on the chair next to your bed.

“Hey Spence, do you think we’ll have a boy or a girl?”

“I’m thinking a girl”

“Care to bet?”

“Okay”

“If it’s a girl, you name her, but if it’s a boy, like I know it is, I get to name him”

“What if you don’t like the name I choose?”

“Then I’ll secretly change it without you knowing”

He laughed and you smiled but nothing less he agreed. After several hours of pain and pushing, you had in your arms, your baby girl. As the nurse handed her back to you and Spencer the doctor stood at the edge of the bed with a small smile

“I don’t want to bother but do we have a name for her?”

You looked over at Spencer

“You won Spence, you get to choose the name”

“I’m not sure yet”

“That’s okay, for now she’ll just be baby girl Reid”

She walked out of the room. You looked at Spencer and handed him the little girl in your arms and he moved to take her as well at sit next to you. Neither of you could keep your eyes off the little human Spencer was holding, you were exhausted but nothing less you didn’t want to sleep because you couldn’t stop staring at her. She was the perfect mixture of you and Spencer plus she had Spencer’s crazy hair which you knew was going to me hell to tame I’m the future

“We did good don’t we”

“Yeah. I think I have a name for her”

“What is it?”

“I like Morgan or Diana”

“How about Diana Morgan Reid”

“I like that”

“Look who it is!”

You looked up to see Garcia walking in followed by the team. They all surrounded the bed making you smile and Spencer got up walking towards the group

“Hey guys, we want you to meet someone”

As the group crowded him to look at Diana

“Oh god, it’s a little girl”

Penelope said looking super excited

“Yeah, I was just about to cal you guys but I just can’t put her down yet”

“I can’t blame you she’s precious”

“I called Morgan to let him know about today so he should be here soon”

“Thanks JJ”

“I’m not late am I?”

Morgan walked into the room with a smile on his face. He said his hellos to the whole team and then made his way over to you

“Hey little mama, how are you doing?”

“Tired but I’m doing good. How’s baby Hank and Savanah?”

“Doing great, now let me see that little girl”

Derek walked over to Spencer and he handed your daughter to him. Spencer walked back to the bed and sat next to you again

“So does she have a name?”

“Yeah, Diana Morgan Reid”

Derek looked up

“You guys named her after me?”

“Well yeah, one you’re one of our closest friend and two of it weren’t for your persistence in Spence asking on a date then she probably wouldn’t be here today”

He smiled and looked back down at the Diana

“Your welcome little one”

You laughed as the rest of the team did. Spencer kisses your forehead as you laid your head on his shoulder

“Go to sleep, she’ll be here when you wake up”

You closed your eyes and we’re instantly taken over by sleep

[brotherwtf]

cooking up a teacher au with @hogans-heroes lmao

John who's the baseball coach/gym/health teacher, he loves working with the kids and helping them integrate into high school/becoming their own person, but also knows that gym is always such a weird fucking class to do that so he does his best to make sure everyone is doing smth they enjoy

it isn't easy those first few weeks, but things start to change when the kids who didn't speak a word the first week start forming friendships, walking in with friends and just so so happy to tell John about the new librarian they were just talking with, and John thinks he may need to pay this librarian a visit so he can thank them for helping make the kids more comfortable

they meet officially at back to school night, John's sauntering around and being annoying when his eyes lock on a table with a big stack of books and the most beautiful man John has ever laid eyes on sitting behind the table, looking uninterested and almost a little shy with all of the parents milling around and John makes a fucking beeline for him so a parent doesn't swoop in and talk to this angel

all big and confident with his hand thrust forward "I'm coach Egan but everyone calls me Bucky" and the man looks at him with an unamused expression, shakes his hand and raises his eyebrows like John's failing a test that he didn't know he was taking

"I'm Gale, I'm the new librarian" he says, voice deep with a slight southern drawl and fuck, John is really really starting to see the appeal of this new librarian

insert lovely banter where John's like "you don't look like a Gale" and christens him Buck and Gale can't help but smile, hiding it behind his delicate hand as John just straight up makes a fool out of himself

"listen, Buck, I have no idea what's so special about you but the kids are eating it up. I gotta say, I really do appreciate you making them feel so comfortable at school during their day" John says and goddamn the flush that spreads across Gale's cheeks is as beautiful as a sunset

"it's my job, I love helping the kids and providing a space for them to be excited about learning. that's why I wanted to do this in the first place" Gale says and John's heart swells, both with utmost respect and because Gale just rolled his sleeves up his forearms and John can't help but ogle

anyway John finds himself spending his lunch breaks with Gale in the library, bothering him and being annoying as per usual but Gale finds it so endearing, tidying the papers that John messes up on purpose and stifling his laugh at John's dumb jokes, man these bitches are in love fr

and John sees how much of an impact Gale has on the kids, he nurtures each and every one of them into wanting to learn, wanting to explore, giving them space to become their own people, and John thinks he falls in love with Gale a little bit more every day

Gale who thinks he's unlovable, which is why he throws himself into the work of providing a space for the kids to learn, always giving and giving and giving and never taking, but John teaches Gale that he does deserve love, that the kids are happy bcs of Gale and John is so so so in love with Gale, so much so that he proposes to Gale at prom, in front of all of the kids who have been impacted for the better by the both of them... and Gale has never felt more loved in his entire life

[wlwsoccerfics]

The ACL Chaos Roommates(KerstinCasparijXRuthBrownXJillRoordXCasparijReader)

Warnings: mentions of adhd, mental health, ACL injuries.

Summary: both you and your girlfriend Jill have done your ACL in the exact same Game. Only Like 20 minutes apart from one another so you and Jill move in with Kerstin and Ruth.

You and Jill both sat on the couch. She had her right knee resting on a pillow and while you had your left knee resting on a pillow. Holding hands with one another.

"you two manage to be adorable even while being injured!" Kerstin stated. You chuckle a bit.

"well our love keeps growing day by day!" You explained.

"i agree! It's been three years but i won't ever stop Loving her!"Jill stated. Ruth smiled as she walked over with your pain meds and two bottles of water.

"okay Love birds, time for your daily dose of pain meds!" She said. Handing you a bottle of water each.

"thanks Ruth!" You said with a small smile.

"yeah thanks Ruth!" Jill replied with a smile. You both take your pain meds before relaxing again.

"i have Physio come in today in around an hour to see how well surgery went and what i can and can't do." You told them. Biting down on your bottom lip. You were quite nervous. jill already had her visit from Physio Yesterday and she would start working with him in two days.

"you are worried. I can tell!" Kerstin stated.

"yeah i am! I mean this sucks! Not only will it take months to recover but we were supposed to plan our wedding for this year as well. But i don't plan on limping down the aisle!" You replied and sighed sadly.

"liefje, het komt goed!(love, it will be okay!)" Jill told you.

"Je weet dat ik niet iemand ben die heel geduldig is als het om mezelf gaat!(you know I am not someone that is very patient when it comes to myself!)" You answered.

"Je moet stoppen met jezelf onder druk te zetten.(you need to stop putting pressure on yourself.)" Your sister said, sighing softly.

"she is right. It's not good for your healing process to put so much pressure on yourself!" Ruth agreed with your sister. No surprise there.

"they are right, y/n!" Jill answered. Squeezing your hand gently. You squeeze her hand back.

"i know, i am sorry i will try to be patient with myself and the process. we can figure the wedding stuff out later!" You said softly. Kerstin smiled softly.

"that's a much better attitude right there, little sis!" She told you.

"i agree with Kerstin!" Your fiancee replied.

"okay, okay! I got it i need to work on my patience! Altough resting isn't in my blood! ADHD wants me to be active and not sit around an bore myself to death!" You stated and laughed a bit.

"which reminds me, did you take your meds?" Jill asked. You looked at her and then at your sister and Ruth.

"Uh No! I am sorry! I will take it now!" You told them and grabbed it from the Coffee table. Reading the Label to make sure it was yours cause you weren't the only one with adhd in this House. You quickly swallowed the pill with water.

"good Job!" Kerstin let you know.

"thanks!" You replied.

The Physio came in and looked at your wound from surgery. It was still quite swollen so you couldn't try much movement today. Only checking if you could wiggle your toes and little things like that. Jill's knee was healing alot better and you were thankful for that and happy for her. But also didn't like that you were behind on this. He would come Check on you in two more days before he was gonna start working with jill.

The three tried to cheer you up after hearing you needed to wait a bit longer but there was no use, you put on some Headphones and closed your eyes. Wanting to escape your reality in that moment. Not ready to talk. But still wanting to hold jill's Hand. So that's what you did. She gave yours a gentle squeeze every now and then. They waited until you were ready to talk. Which you were around 20 minutes later.

"i am ready to talk now. Sorry that i had to pull myself away for a bit. I needed to collect my thoughts and Feelings!" You told them.

"it's fine Love!" Jill said softly.

"yeah don't apologize for this! It's great that you can voice your needs!" Ruth answered.

"i agree! You used to let people Walk all over you and struggle with voicing your feelings! So i am proud of you for doing that now, little sis!" Kerstin told you. You smiled a little. It was funny when she called you little sis. You were twins after all. Not identical though. But she wasn't wrong. You were 15 minutes Younger then Kerstin was.

"thanks guys! You really are the best! I am really Happy for you Babe and Hope your recovery goes fast and well! I just hate that i always seem to be taking longer. It took me longer to start talking when we were Kids. Same with walking." You admitted.

"i hear you, y/n, i get why this Is frustrating! But this isn't a competition!" Kerstin said softly.

"you are right it isn't! It's still frustrating!" You replied.

"we are in this together ,Babe! Doesn't matter if i am starting Physio earlier! See it that way, you know what's coming because of me starting earlier!" Your fiancee told you.

"okay that's a good point you got there!" You admitted.

Two days later Jill went to the training grounds for therapy. And you joined her. You also got the go now. But still had to be more careful then Jill. Which was fine though. You were just happy you could start with getting back onto your feet.

[the-froschamethyst4]

"Did you just move in"

𖤐Pairing: König x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, neighbors to lovers, badly translated German, kissing/making out, elevator sex, drunk sex, P in V, eating out, hand job, teasing, age gap (26-35), height difference, Nurse! Reader,

𖤐Summary: König hasn't met his new neighbor

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5:00AM

König woke up on time like everyday, not once has he been late onto getting to work. König grabbed his mask letting out a yawn, hiking his bag over his shoulder and shutting the door to his apartment and locking the door.

He hits the elevator down button, letting out yet another yawn as he waits for the elevator. He hears the bing and walks into the elevator.

"Wait!" A voice calls and with instinct König puts his hand out and the doors open. "Thank you," a woman comes in.

"No problem...I'm sorry are you new? Did you just move in, I don't think I've seen you around before?"

"Oh yeah, I moved in a few weeks ago, I'm in 304."

"304? I-I had a friend in 304, did he move out?"

"I-I'm not sure, I just saw a leasing and picked this apartment...I've been here for 3 weeks now, are you new?"

"No, no, I've been here for 3 years now, I travel for work."

"Travel," she looks him up and down. "You don't...seem like you travel."

"Yeah, I guess I look a bit ridiculous at the moment. I'm in the military."

"Oh well, thank you for your service." She giggles. "I'm Y/n."

"King, my friends call me King."

"A nickname? I'm guessing, I won't learn your real name will I?"

"I could have you call me by my callsign."

"Which is?"

"König."

"Well, König, I hope you stay safe out there."

"Thanks," he smiles at her. "If you don't mind me asking, what do you do?"

"Oh, I'm a Nurse." She holds up her badge to a local hospital. Before König could say anything the doors open and they stepped out, and headed to the garage park together.

"So, guess I'll be seeing you around?" König asked.

"Yep, see ya' around neighbor," she says, getting into her car.

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A Week Later

König was just coming home from a week long mission, he hated every minute of it, and is glad to be back home, to get into his bed, sleep and relax till the next time he has to work.

As he gets to his door, he sees a little box by his door, he was confused, his mind to even went to, could this be a bomb?

He picks it up and examines it, there was note that was placed under the box.

'Hi Neighbor, hope you're okay? I haven't seen you in a while, I waited for you at the elevator a few days ago, but never saw you, so I thought maybe you had already left, and I knocked on your door a few times, and you never answered, I hope I didn't do anything wrong? Anyways, I made some homemade goodies for you to enjoy, I hope you like them' PS: Don't worry about the box, I have more

König smiles and opens his door and walks into his apartment. He wonders if she is home, but he doesn't remember seeing her car in her parking spot.

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He was so unhealthy, he sat on his couch, legs spread and the box sitting on his lap as he leaned back and he was on his 5th brownie.

"Holy fuck these are good," he says under his breath. The cookies were soft and chewy, the brownies were just the same and were so rich. König hasn't has sweets in such a long time. He went on a harsh diet restricting sweets from his diet, he couldn't help but enjoy these sweets.

Maybe it's just him not having them in such a long time, but misses the sweetness, the sugar that made him happy as a child, he missed it.

As he held up a cookie there was a knock on his door, he looks at the door and gets up with the cookie hanging from his mouth as he looked throw the peep hole on his door.

Her

He unlocks the door and takes the cookie from his mouth.

"Oh hi," she says with a smile.

"Hi."

"I just saw the box gone and I wanted to make sure you got them," she sees the cookie. "I guess you did."

"Yeah, these are great, by the way." He tells her. "Soft and rich."

"Thanks, I know a few baking tricks and most of them are homemade."

"They're great..." it kind of became awkward now, Y/n rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as König taps his finger on the door.

"Umm~ just came to check on you and if you got the sweets."

"Yes, thanks again, Y/n."

"Of course, anytime."

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A Few Days Later

König was in the elevator going to the apartment complexes gym, he was looking down at his phone, as the elevator doors open, he hears talking not really thinking about the talking-well not in till he hears a familiar voice.

The same voice he thinks about almost daily.

"Sir, I don't have any money," she says, König comes around the corner, Y/n has her bag over her shoulder, her jacket seemed a little messed up, and she looked like she was coming back from work.

She sees König, the light in her eyes had came back when she rushes to König. She hides behind König. The guy kept following her, but stopped when he saw König.

"Woah-" the dude says.

"Is there a problem?" König asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"N-No, not at all."

"Who let you in here anyways? The parking garage is gated. Did you sit and wait till it opened?" The guy is silent. "So, I'm right...so, I'm gonna call the police-"

"No, no, I'll leave, I'll leave." The guy did just that, he pushed the gate and walked out. Getting into the parking garage was hard you needed a passcode or a keycard, but getting out was easy.

"You okay?" König asked.

"Yeah," Y/n says.

"What did he want?"

"Money. That was scary."

"I bet...I was just going to the gym, do you want me to walk you home?"

"No, it's okay, thank you, King."

"Of course, be safe."

"I will."

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Next Day (9:00PM)

Y/n was in her apartment getting ready for a girl's night with her friends, she hasn't been out in a long time, because of work and her schedule being so busy she barely had any sort of free time, today was just that day.

She puts her heels on and grabbed her purse, she locks her apartment and heads to the elevator hitting the down button. She looks down at her phone making sure she had the right address of the club.

The doors open and she was about to step in.

"Woah, we going to a party?"

"König." She smiles. "I'm just going to hang out with my friends."

"Do you have a DD?"

"No, I was gonna take an UBER," she says. He steps out of the elevator the do close but that's okay, her friends can wait, she's talking with her hot neighbor right now.

"Here." He puts his hand out, and she gives him her phone. He puts his number in her phone. "Don't call an UBER, call me, and I'll come and get you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll always come and get you, if you call."

"Okay." She smiles.

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Getting to the club, Y/n walked in and her friends immediately bombarded her on what took her so long? She just gave a response of.

"The uber got lost." She says with a smile.

Y/n had a Vodka Cranberry and she watched her friends dance or talk to some guys.

She stood by herself when a guy came up to her.

"Hi," he says.

"Hello." She says back.

"You look lonely."

"No, I'm okay. I'm not...really into clubs."

"Then why are you here?" He asked.

"Because I'm bored and I want to get out of my apartment."

"What do you do for work?"

"I'm a nurse or more specifically, I'm a CNS." She says.

"Oh yeah, what do you do?"

"I diagnose, prescribe, and treat patients."

"How much do you make?"

"Why does that matter?"

"Because I can't be with a girl who makes more then me."

"Bye," Y/n walks away from the insecure man child. She rolled her eyes when meeting with her friends on the dancefloor.

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11:50PM

König just hopes Y/n is safe, it's close to midnight, and he hasn't heard anything from her yet. He taps his chin as he was watching TV. As he was thinking his phone dinged, he looks over seeing it was Y/n texting him.

'Hi...could you come and get me now' she then send the address where she was. König without missing a beat grabs a hoodie and tied his boots and grabbed his keys and headed out to go get his cute neighbor.

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König gets to the club where he sees Y/n sitting on the curb kicking the rocks.

"Y/n!"

"King~!" She coos. She had her heels in her hands as she walks up to him a bit stumbly.

"Y/n, you should put your heels on, the ground is dirty."

"My feet hurt," she whines to him.

"I understand but keep them on at least." She just pouts at him.

"You're mean."

"No, I'm not, I'm just making sure you're safe."

"I am safe, because I'm with you."

"You're sweet, come on," he says, helping her to his truck.

"King," she moans.

"I'm here," he says as he pulls out of his parking spot.

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Y/n had looked out the window and then back at König who was very focused on the road. One hand on the wheel and the other free resting on the arm rest and he'd occasionally bring his knuckle to his mouth.

"King, would you be mad if I made more money then you?" She coos.

"Huh?"

"Some...asshole, came up to me a...at the par and said 'I can't be with someone who make more money than me'," she mocks a males voice and he noticed she messed on saying bar, but he thought it was cute.

"No, I wouldn't care as long as you support me, I'll support you, and you are finically stable, I don't see anything wrong with that." He says.

"So, would you date me even if I did make more money?"

"Yeah...I would..." he says.

She looks up at him, biting her bottom lip, she moves the seatbelt and leans forward kissing König's cheek.

"Good," she says.

"What was that for?"

"Because I like you, King, you'd never believe the whole n-night I was thinking about you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she leans back in the seat and lifts the bottom of her dress being a tease, but König placed his hand out to stop her from exposing herself.

"Woah, hang on there," he says.

"What? You wouldn't fuck me?"

"Scheiße (shit) of course...of course I would, but not right now, okay, I'm driving."

"Then can we do it when we get to the apartment?"

"...Yeah...Yeah we can," he says, looking down at her.

Getting to the apartment complex, Y/n didn't have her heels on because she doesn't want to listen, and König was behind her making sure she wouldn't fall in the nearby bushes.

"King, can we fuck now?" She whines, König came up to her holding her up and shushing her.

"Shhh, not so loud, Y/n." She just giggles.

"You're so shy."

"And you're bold, I've never heard you be this way."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing. Come on let's get to the elevator now." He says, moving her inside and hitting the up button.

The doors open and König moved Y/n into the elevator. He hits their floor button and just waited as the elevator took it's time going up. König was in the corner and Y/n was leaning against his side to keep herself up, König leaned on the rails to almost keep himself up.

Her hand starts gliding under his black shirt, feeling his abs and looking up at him with a teasing look in her eyes.

"Not here."

"Why not? We're in the apartment complex."

"There is a camera."

"Let them watch," she stood on her tippy toes bring him down to kiss her lips.

König deepens the kiss, and he pushes her against the elevator wall, and hits the stop button.

"Is this what you really want?" He asked.

"Yes," she says.

"Okay," König picks her up, her heels dropped out of her hands, and her legs wrap around his waist and her arms around his neck. König had messed with his belt and pulled his semi harden dick from his boxers, he pumps himself a few times as he kept kissing Y/n, her moans were soft, she moves her left hand and moves it to his dick, helping him out.

Pumping a bit faster, and she runs her thumb over his tip feeling the pre-cum on her thumb.

"Fuck," he moans.

His hand went to her thighs again as he just allows her to pump him, she moves her panties to the side and pushes his tip inside of her.

"Fuck," they both moan.

König first did some lazy thrusts just to let Y/n get use to his size, she moans and he started to pick up the pace just a bit. Her head goes back hitting the elevator wall, moans filled the small confined space.

König could help but smirk at her, just a few weeks ago, he never knew that he had a new neighbor and now here he is, fucking balls deep inside of her.

He leans forward kissing her temple and then her lips, he moves her from the wall to her now using the hand rails to keep her up as he is hitting from behind. His hands held her waist as he watches her put her head back again and moan left her mouth.

König starts picking up the pace it become sloppy, and he was close to coming. Giving a few more thrusts into Y/n, she ended up coming on his dick, he pulls out just in time as he spills cum from his tip onto her lower back.

König pulls her up and kissed her temple.

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3:00AM

König felt his head pound, he holds his forehead and rolls over on his side, he thought he was facing his window only to see Y/n. He slightly remembers what happened, he was really tired last night and just remembers picking Y/n up from the club, and then...sex...in the elevator. But he doesn't remember anything after that.

He doesn't move, he just stares at her, she was so cute when she was asleep, he lifts the covers and sees that she was in one of his t-shirts and he was only in boxers.

He sits up now.

"Are you leaving me?" She asked.

"I was just gonna make some coffee...you want some?"

"No thanks," she says, sitting up and getting up with him. "Thank you for coming to get my last night."

"It's no problem," he says. "Like I said, when you call I'll be there for you."

"You're too nice to me."

"Well, you're nice to me back, it's called repaying a favor."

"I had a...a good time last night."

"I did too..."

"Well...will that effect us in the future as neighbors?" She asked.

"No, it won't."

"No?"

"Why would it?"

"Because it'll be awkward?"

"No, it won't, I promise," he says, he walks to her, he cups her face and kisses her lips.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Taking Root 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Bucky and Leaf.

Summary: a neighbourly connection might be more than chance.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Steve should be happy. Bucky is outside. He’s taken to having his coffee on the balcony. Alpine too as she swirls around his ankles. He sits in the folding chair and sighs over the dark roast. 

The air is soft and dewy. The moisture foretells brewing showers. He can smell the rain already. 

Her door snaps on its hinges. Her footfalls clap in her fuzzy slippers and she lets out a wispy gasp. He acts just as surprised as he peers down onto her balcony. 

“Oh, you’re out here!” She clumsily sets her cup down and backs up. She tugs down her sweater bashfully and giggles. “Oops.” 

She awkwardly sidles back through the door then scurries away from sight.  He chews his lip. The image of her thighs clings in his mind. She was wearing those panties that give a peek of the crease of her pelvis and legs, just a hint of what’s beneath. 

She pokes her head sheepishly out and giggles again, “it’s early.” 

“No worries,” his voice is like silt, he’s groggy himself. 

“I... uh... I like to have my tea with my posies,” she trills. “Coffee?” 

He looks down at his mug and it nearly slips from his grasp as Alpine hops onto his lap and knocks it with her head. 

“Yep, apparently she wants me to share,” he strokes her soft head. 

“Oh, she’s so cute. Kitty, kitty,” she makes chittery noises at the cat. “I always had cats before but this place is too small. So I got flowers instead.” 

“Makes sense,” he nods. “Well, Alpine loves company. Guess I bore her...” his heart leaps. Should he? “If you ever want to come meet her...” he sits up, “well, you know, I could also use a second look at these pansies. They’re looking droopy.” 

She hums and slurps her tea, “oh, sure, if it’s not too much trouble, I could spare a few pets for the pretty kitty.” 

Alpine stretches up and purrs, rubbing her head on his chin. He gently drags his hand down her back and she sits. Leaf laughs. 

“Aww, she’s adorable,” she preens. 

So are you, he thinks. 

“Just let me know. I gotta go work today but maybe tomorrow.” 

“Maybe,” he tries not to show the racing of his pulse. “I’ll let you know, Alpine holds grudges so you wouldn’t want to let her down.” 

“How could I?” She sings. 

~ 

It’s lonely. Before, Bucky didn’t notice. He enjoyed the solace. The silence, well, mostly. The neighbours above have heavy feet and the ones to the left of them love to blast music. 

When she’s gone, he’s left to his tinkering. His business keeps him distracted and with a roof over his head. He’s been hoarding any profit he can. He doesn’t want to be here forever. He could afford a storefront soon enough. He could buy a townhouse big enough for both of them. 

He examines the watch. The new strap suits the antique face. He fixes and restores whatever he can. There’s a lot of hipsters out there interested in rusty old bits. 

The rain patters on the window pane. It adds to the grimness of the apartment. If Steve was here, he’d nag him for having the curtains closed. Where is he these days anyway? It’s not a real question, Bucky knows. He's off bothering that woman at the shelter. 

He sighs and gets up. Shut up, Steve. He tugs the curtains apart. It doesn’t add much light. Alpine jumps into the window. Yeah, yeah, I know. 

He pauses as he sees movement from her window. He leans in to see her better. She’s sopping wet. He can just barely make her out in her bedroom through the rivulets. She peels off her shirt and he holds his breath. She turns and he gets a full view of her bra. It follows quickly as she balls it up with her soaked shirt. 

He gulps and stares at her chest. It’s so full and soft. His fingers twitch. Something else too. 

He backs away. If she looked up, she would catch him. Damn. He blows out and stretches as he crosses the apartment. 

Tomorrow. She promised. He drops onto the couch and Alpine skitters off. He hears the clunk of her tree in his room as she hops up on the shelf. She likes to watch the rain and the pigeons and just the world outside. 

He closes his eyes and leans his head back. He sees her on the inside of his eyelids. She’s beside him on the couch. Her shirt off. She’s rubbing his thigh as she giggles that giggle. His jeans get tighter and she puts her hand over it and gasps. 

His zipper splits easily as she pulls him out. She hums as she takes him in her hand. The ache squeezes deep down. She strokes him gently. 

“Tighter,” he groans and his eyes snap open.  

He grips himself until he might burst. He pumps up and down, curling forward as his breath hitches. He shouldn’t do it out here. He doesn’t fucking care. 

He closes his eyes again. He wants her there, in his lap, his face buried in her tits as she rides him. She could play with his hair as he plays with her clit, feel her clench around his dick as she gets close. 

Close! He’s close. 

He cups his hand under his sac and aims his dick up his stomach. He’s going to ruin his shirt but he doesn’t fucking care. He holds onto the vision of her as he growls through his climax, quaking until he’s spent and breathless. 

The rain continues to tempo against the glass, drawing him back to reality. He thinks of her panties and the plushness of her thighs. He purrs. 

The lock twists and his adrenaline surges. Shit. He shoves his dick back in his jeans and hurries away as Steve struggles with the bent key. He closes himself in his room and changes his shirt, wiping inside his pants with the old one. 

“Buck?” Steve calls out as the front door shuts. “You here?” 

“Yeah, here,” Bucky calls baack. 

“You coming?” 

No, I just came, he nearly snorts. He inches open his door. 

“Where?” 

Steve appears at the end of the hall, “to the meeting.” 

“Shit, almost forgot,” Bucky says. “Fine, nothing better to do.” 

[smilocity]

Family Reunion

I’m back! Sorry for not posting! School is starting again and I haven’t had the time to write some stories.

Anyway, I had this amazing idea! It’s about seeing your family members who are soldiers back from deployment!

Note: I saw this one video about a child running to his father after he appeared at the airport gate and it was so cute!

Pairings: Fem!Reader x 141 (individually, alongside with your children.)

Synopsis: Task Force 141 has just finished a long deployment of 3 whole months. Eager to see their families or loved ones, they decided to head home early in the morning. What they didn’t know was that their families were too eager to wait at home!

Warning: There is none! Just watch out for the cutest moments ever!!

Genre: Fluff, SFW.

John Price

John was tired. Exhausted even. Actually, exhausted was an understatement. He was on the brink of passing out.

3 months before wasn’t that much or a deal, but now that he has a son and a wife waiting at home. All he thinks about is his family and it pisses him off that he had his flight delayed over the wind picking up.

So when he could finally make it to his flight and ensure that the rest of his Task Force members were accounted for properly, he could finally sit down and take a breather.

It was a grueling 6-hour and 45-minute flight. Price did not know if he was going crazy but could swear that he took at least a 3-4 hour nap but saw that there were STILL 4 hours left to the flight. "Bloody hell..." To say the least, he was relieved to be back in London and on land. Getting through security and going to the luggage area to pick up his belongings felt like a blur.

He remembered walking through the gate to welcome the arrivals before hearing a familiar giggle. "I'm coming, papa!"

John's eyes widened when seeing his son running towards him, he didn't expect this but he sure damn is happy it happened.

Without thinking, he knelt down to welcome his son into his arms, picked him up, and continued walking while reuniting with his son.

"Hey, kiddo. Missed you lots," John smiled kissing the boy's head who squealed in delight.

You smiled when seeing the moment happen, having it on film to go back on this memory in the future, "Surprise! We wanted to see you first thing in the morning." "I would've told you to wait fo' me back at home. But I'm glad you came 'ere instead," John for once showed a genuine smile when speaking and hugging his wife.

Oh. How he missed his family.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz was eager to get back home as his wife had told him about being in labour during his deployment.

He was saddened he couldn't be there physically but sent letters and messages to show his support for his ever-so-strong wife for pulling through with a healthy baby and birth.

"Hells fuckin' bells, Gaz. You've been pacing 'round for 20 minutes straight," Soap commented, looking at his teammate moving around in the airport gate waiting area they're in.

The said sergeant sighed, groaning as he sat next to Price, "Sorry. Just a bit restless." "A bit?" The captain huffed out a small laugh, "Looks more than that to me, eh?" "He's just eager to meet his new addition to his family," Ghost spoke, scrolling through his burner phone.

And they were right, Gaz was eager to meet his baby girl as he couldn't be there for her birth. It made him nervous when thinking about his family.

Once they were called to board their flight, Gaz booked it towards the counter and was first to sit down.

Price blinked in amusement but didn't pry as he understood the emotions the young male was going through.

The flight lasted 5 hours, but it was like a whole day according to the tan-skinned male. (He was getting tired of aircraft after his series of falling out of them twice with Price during a mission.)

Once landing in London and saying goodbye to Soap as he was heading to Scotland, Glasgow to reunite with his family.

Gaz immediately went to talk things out with his in-laws about how to get to his wife and daughter.

But to his surprise, he didn’t know you gave birth a little in advance while he was in early deployment.

"Yeah. So sorry to bother you. Is it possible that one of my brothers could pick me up from the airport? It’s 7 in the morning, and I know it’s not ideal, but if you could at least ask one of them, that would be much appreciated."

While speaking on the phone with his mother-in-law. You were seen trying to wrangle your first born son while your newborn daughter was in a baby stroller as the rest of both you and Kyle’s family were all gathered to the greeting area of new arrivals.

"Hurry up, everyone!" Kyle’s mother whisper-yelled, seeing a glimpse of her son made her signal to everyone to get into their positions.

Price notified the sergeant on his phone earlier, "You okay, Gaz?"

"Yeah, Cap." He replied calmly, putting his phone back in his pocket. "Everything’s fine. Just trying to find my brother-in-law. Apparently Roy he was supposed to pick me up."

Price and Ghost have offered to drop him off but Kyle insisted on not disturbing them when they just returned from their deployment.

While walking to exit, a group of people suddenly yelled, "Welcome back!!" It was Kyle’s family and yours, greeting him back.

This made the sergeant stop in his tracks before a large grin appeared over his face as he walked over to his family and greeted them all.

"There’s someone else who wants to meet you!" His mother added after being able to hug her son.

"Papa!"

A young boy, no older than 3 years old ran towards his father making his heart flutter out of joy to see him.

"Oh, hey, bud," Kyle smiled, picking him up.

You walked over to your husband, "They were eager to see you."

Kyle was surprised to see their newborn daughter in your arms. He almost cried when seeing the fragile baby girl, "Oh, love, she’s beautiful."

The family hugged it out, "I’m home," he mumbled in his wife’s hair.

This was one of the best surprises he’s ever had in his lifetime.

John "Soap" MacTavish

(We all knew that Johnny would probably win when it comes to the biggest family reward. I mean, he’s a Scot, of course he’d have at least two or three older sisters waiting for him back home.)

The moment where he was allowed to head back to Glasgow was the time where he really was able to be just John MacTavish instead of Soap.

He’s just happy to be home and see his family. Especially his adorable triplets that his missus gave him in a healthy birth.

While getting his luggage, he felt someone wrap their around his shoulders, he instinctively tried to push the person off, military instincts kicking in.

But he knew that laugh…He knew who just tackled him.

"You troublemaker! I thought someone tried to tackle me," he laughed, hugging his older sister.

"Ha! You wish! Still haven’t beaten me yet, Johnny!" The ginger grinned, hugging her younger sibling tightly.

The two other sisters ran and lunged at John practically almost making everyone tumble to the ground.

But he couldn’t care less, he missed his family, his siblings. The people who supported him throughout his childhood and adulthood.

"Johnny!/JJ!” His other sisters, who are twins, also with ginger hair greeted him happily.

He laughed heartedly, for the first time in months he was able to laugh like he meant it. It felt nice to see his family again.

"Our golden baby brother is finally back," ever since his childhood, John could remember about his elder siblings shower him in gifts and love.

"Come on, you three. I’m not a baby anymore. I’m married and have kids," John dismissed their awes.

"Adult or not, you’re still our baby brother," his elder sister smiled before calling out to a group of people to join them.

"Papa!/Daddy!"

Huh…? He could have sworn he heard his children but couldn’t find them. He swerved his head to try and find the source of the sound.

And there they were, his adorable children running to greet him after being separated for so long.

John didn’t waste them to embrace them in a tight hug, “Aw! I missed you guys so much!"

Simon "Ghost" Riley

3 months…

3 months…!

3 months!

"Bloody hell…"

It wasn’t unusual for Ghost to be gone for long periods of time. But for some reason, he felt extremely tired and unable to think straight since his deployment ended.

All he could think about is you.

His wife.

His family.

His children.

The long flight towards Manchester was gruelling for him.

The checking in, signing the papers and getting his passport back while getting his luggage felt like an eternity for him.

He was about to call you that he’s heading out of the airport before seeing a banner at the exit.

It said: "Welcome home, Dad!"

To anyone, they would’ve thought it could any person, but Simon knew that that banner was meant for him.

"Daddy!" His eldest son smiled, running up to him, too eager to wait for him to walk towards them.

Without missing a beat, the tall man picked up his son, "I missed you!" The 8 year old grinned.

"Same ‘ere, kiddo."

You were seen holding your 4 year old daughter, "Welcome home, Si!"

The young girl squealed when seeing her father, "Papa!"

Ghost was no longer when he was with his family.

In their eyes, he was Simon Riley, your husband, the kids’ father and role model.

Simon picked up his daughter from your arms, happy to see his children after so long.

Both kids were seen in the big man’s arms, excited to have their father back after his long deployment.

"Did you wait long?" Simon asked, turning towards you.

You just waved him off, "Not at all. In fact, we got here half an hour before you got here."

"That’s good," He murmured before giving you a side hug, not wanting to squish the children still in his arms.

"Welcome home, Si," you said making him smile under the balaclava.

"I’m finally home."

Thanks for reading! :)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

what did you think about wiege miss raven …

It was cute 🥰

BRO 💀 LUKA IS SO HOPELESSLY IN LOVE AND DOWN BAD FOR HYUNA… He’s smiling like a kid in a candy store and blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush when a GUN is pointed at his head??? Wanting to run to her and embrace her anyway, with zero regard for his own situation or how she might react negatively to him??? Kissing her missing poster (even though kissing isn’t really a thing in their society?) He’s literally SO mentally ill and obsessed with her… This is toxic and codependent het, I KNOW IT IS 👁️👄👁️

The song this time was admittedly not my favorite, honestly (its tone is sort of haunting)—but I love what it represents… A pure lullaby, holding all the hope for a peaceful and happy future. It’s probably one of the few songs Luka ever sang without intent to manipulate or harm his duet partner.

I loved seeing more gaps in the story being filled in!! Mizi after being rescued and Hyuna trying to calm her down, Hyunwoo’s presence in general, Hyuna competing in Alien Stage, Luka and the other children in Anakt Garden… Ooogh, and those flashes to an alternate universe where everyone is alive, well, and involved in their passions… Luka and Hyuna with their matching rings (not sure if they’re promise bands, engagement rings, or wedding rings)?? It was nice but I feel like I might not be as invested in their relationship if that AU lacks the ✨ spice ✨ of being enemies.

LITTLE LUKA WAS SO PRECIOUS BUT ALSO SUCH A LONER LOSER OTL Laying his head against her… Him sitting under that tree alone and huddled up, counting his fingers to pass the time… Hyuna casually joining him… The pure joy that brings him… Hyuna going in for what seems to be a hug, only for the scene to cut to her body slumping on his AFTER BEING SHOT WHILE PROTECTING HIM 💀 That was absolutely FOUL…

TILL, MY BELOVED SON… He didn’t show up a lot this song, but I loved seeing him having so much freedom and creativity. Spray painting, drawing, just acting like a Normal Human Being and not constantly lashing out and being violently subdued 💦 I always feel like I’ve been punched in the gut myself when he’s harmed. Poor guy… He deserves all the happiness in the world.

dhjsvajFagfDah DONmT yhINK i FORgoT MIZI eiThER. Girliepop is fr going through it??? Still having trauma visions of Sua… LOSING HYUNA NOW… and now she’s left with that fucker whose ass she beat in a fit of rage 😭 which does NOT bode well. THE MURDER IN MIzi’S EYES AT THE ENd, HOLY ShIT. I am half expecting the next installment to just be her wailing on Luka, maybe blaming him for what happened to Hyuna and still holding a grudge for using Sua’s death in such a despicable way.

Hyuna’s final words to Luka were so 👌 It wasn’t too long, it wasn’t too short… It was the perfect length and it conveyed everything she needed to tell him. How important he truly is to her, how she hates him because she loves him; he is and always was her one and only weakness, how all she wishes in her final moments is for Luka to live life to its fullest—even the ugly bits. That he should forgive himself and love himself no matter what…

“Luka, live with love. Embrace the pain, the frailty, and the moments so unbearably shameful. Forgive yourself… Again and again, endlessly. Because everything… begins from there.”

P.S. I feel like I definitely got lost on some parts of the story 😅 I wasn’t sure how to interpret that scene where Luka was covered in blood and there were a bunch of his dead clones (?) in tanks?? Is the implication supposed to be that the aliens were trying to make the perfect performer and the Luka we know now is the ideal test tube baby…? I see his hand on what appears to be a control panel of some kind?? So did he accidentally kill the clones?? And I’m not sure why the random gunman tried to shoot Luka. Isn’t Hyuna the leader of the resistance? Why didn’t she command them to stop? Why did she throw herself in harm’s way instead? Was it a spur of the moment or adrenaline fueled move? Did the gunman really dislike Luka or what he represents + want to kill him so badly they disregarded orders to let him go?

P.P.S. Sorry to Ivan fans… I do not have much to remark on other than the opinion I have always held, which is “Man has killer eyelashes.”

P.P.P.S. I actually didn’t cry! 👍 vxjsneksksk I live for angst like this, so I was eating it all up like a bag of chips.

Really looking forward to seeing where things will go from here on out! The resistance is lacking a leader now; will Mizi step up?! What’s going to happen to Luka, is he going to be taken as a hostage and slowly come around to join the resistance? How are the aliens going to retaliate? Will the competitor even continue at this rate? So many interesting questions!

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

part fifteen: new singer || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

02: PAST, YESTERDAY

characters presentation || last part || next part ; words: 0.7k

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

"So?" You ask hopefully, but Rin's face doesn't look convinced, even after all the time you spent looking for these people "Would it work, do you think?" he asks letting out a sigh, and you glare at him “You’re ungrateful” you say crossing your arms over your chest. You notice the boys in front of you looking at you a little perplexed, especially the boy with the guitar, Yoichi Isagi, who was part of the same guitar class as Sae "Can we go or... do we have to stay?" he asks, and you look at Rin, since the decision is his; the boy alternates his gaze between you and the boys in front of him, letting out yet another sigh before motioning them to stay "Let's try something..."

You clap your hands happily, sitting on the speaker that Rin's bass is plugged into as he picks it up his bass, tuning it one last time. The rest of the boys go to theirs instruments, while he watches you for a moment longer "Are you still sure you don't want to play?" he asks a little perplexed, and you nod with conviction "Absolutely. In a band there can't be two bass players. One has to give the rhythm to everyone, two would cause chaos" you say "But you had the idea for both of us, not just me" he says, and you notice a minimum of disappointment in his tone, almost of displeasure "It's not that I'm out of the project. I'm your manager" you say, but he still doesn't seem convinced

The silence of the garage is filled by the melody of the instruments, which sing a song that seems almost surreal, given that it is the first time that they are all trying it together. Two weeks ago you decided to try with this "Blue Lock", and thanks to your old music school you managed to contact some musicians, who are now playing with Rin. You're a little sad not to be able to play, but it makes you strangely happy to finally see Rin with his bass, which he hadn't touched since Sae went to Spain. Unfortunately you haven't been able to contact a singer, and you're tone deaf, so you can't help. But while they play, there is a bit of a lack of a voice that ties the melody together

While playing, Rin often looks at you. It's a habit now, when you play together, but for a while his gaze seems more human, more expressive

And this sends shivers down your spine a bit

When they finish, you burst into a little applause "Well done, well done, very good!" you say smiling, and you hear the drummer, Bachira, laughing almost louder than you. Everyone nods, realizing they are actually a good group "It could work" says Reo, the guitarist, and both Chigiri and Isagi nod. Nagi simply gives a thumbs up, returning with his face smeared against the piano

"What do you think, Rin?" you ask hopefully

"A singer is missing" he says without scruples

You're a little disappointed by his sincerity, but he's right, it's quite difficult to make a band without a voice. You think about it for a while, a little unsure by your idea "What if you sang it?"

Everyone, including Rin, turns around in surprise "I mean... you've never tried, but as long as we find a singer you could do it, right?" you ask, smiling nervously, and you see the boy's shoulders tense up "What the fuck... no?" he says tilting his head, but you don't give up "It's only temporary. It's just a way to train... it doesn't mean you have to remain the singer" you say, and you see him loosen up a little. Luckily, only you have the ability to make it so malleable, only and uniquely you

"Can you at least try?" you ask a little more calmly, and he lowers his head. A few seconds later he takes a sheet of music with the words of the song, placing it in front of him. You look at him in surprise as he turns to the boys "Another time. Faster" he says, starting to play. The melody is soon accompanied by his voice, which you didn't expect to be so beautiful in the slightest

You look at him fascinated, maybe even a little in love. And he looks back at you, singing, but speaking to you with his eyes. Maybe something else is happening between you and him

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[femboywizard]

✨Nordic-inspired Galinda Headcanons ✨

All I've been able to think today is Gelphie getting together post canon, and moving into a quieter part of the upper uplands. Just having a bit of happiness after so much tragedy. So here are some little things about them cohabiting post-wizard.

It's a Frottica-style house, in that it is built in their architecture, open floorplan, one floor only, long house. Galinda's mothers are the ones who have it made, outside the city proper enough that they can have some much-needed privacy, but close enough they can visit at the drop of a hat and keep both in their toes.

Entering the house the first thing one would notice would be the bright pink, and the floor-to-ceiling bookcases. The floor and walls are wood and stone, as is the ceiling, so it was very neutral, something Galinda fixed with pink drapes and pink rugs. They are all in different shapes, patterns, textures, and shades of pink. (Galinda will swear to it that there's a pattern, Elphaba has been trying to find said pattern for five years with no success)

Their “kitchen” if you even could call it such, Elphaba certainly took a while, consists of a singular counter space, pots, pans, and cutlery hanging from the ceiling above their firepit, and a stone stove that runs on wood. The stove only exists because Elphaba refused to cook on the firepit - it is not “appropriate for baking” despite it never going wrong when she did try - and despite being very capable she still asks Galinda to light it for her if she wants to bake something. This leads to her having no counter space because Galinda is now sitting on it and holding the bow for her to stir.

The entire thing is a fire hazard, surrounded by the pink fluffy rugs and Galinda's insistence the solution is just not spilling anything. Whenever they get visitors, Elphaba will go on a rant over how much of a fire hazard it is, while Galinda tries not to grin. Every time she brings home a new rug Elphaba wordlessly lifts whatever one of the furnitures is in the way so Galinda can place it on her mosaic.

They converted the big bathroom into a bathroom and a sauna, Galinda insisted despite it being too hot for a sauna on the upper uplands in most days. Until winter comes it houses all of Elphaba’s alchemy equipment. The bathroom and - specifically - their tub have better and faster pipes than even their drinking water.

The fenced area in the back where people usually keep their animals in for the winter is instead a precarious pile of all of Galinda's suitcases, whenever it rains it dangles with the wind.

Elphaba has her working table half pressed against one of the bookcases, it is so piled on with books it camouflages with the shelves. There are so many that Galinda is distressed even by looking at them, but she makes sure to pin little notes with reminders for Elphaba. Once her mothers borrow a book and Galinda is horrified at receiving it back with a loopy note attached “While my calves do look amazing in any position, daughter of mine, I have an inkling those weren't meant for me.”

They used to have a dining area, but one day, not long after they moved in, Galinda insisted on them not being boxed inside during such a pretty spring day. She does love the wind. Their dining table has not left the yard since. Whenever Elphaba insists it is too hot Galinda carries the table into a different tree shade with a “There!” and her brightest smile. To which Elphaba's lips twitch, only giving a “It’s great” in response after teasing Galinda with her silence for a clock tick longer. It never fails to make Galinda blush.

Elphaba claims she's not doing this just to see her carrying the furniture for her, but Galinda is pretty certain that is how Liir was conceived.

At a corner there's a huge bed with entirely silk bedding, even the blankets are carefully surrounded and engulfed in silk. Galinda does not fuck around when it comes to Elphaba's braids. There is one pillow in the center of the bed, and many many more all over their floor, in little groups with cushions and blankets, but they never make their way back to their bed.

Outside they have a little garden, initially, it was for alchemy and potion materials. They do so need those for Galinda's sleep tinctures and Elphaba's experiments. By the end of their first year there Galinda had it overflowing by growing Elphaba's favorite tea leaves.

Whenever Galinda has to leave on business Elphaba is always wearing her clothes when she's back, and knowing it never fails to make Galinda run home faster back to her. (her clothes are more revealing than Elphaba's and the idea of there being even an extra inch of green skin exposed and she isn't there kissing it is a crime)

[spiderb00]

Hey, how would the Kats react when reader is diabetic and always have low sugar level because reader does a lot of physical activity that makes the sugar level lower

(I'm sorry if it seems weird or anything. I've been diabetic for 5 years now and like I still haven't got used to it, and my mom gives me the disappointed look and my dad throw some shitty comments that I can't beat with it)

Oh baby, don't worry, you're perfect

Sophia would be ready! She'll always have cookies, candies or jelly beans in her bag, ready in case you need them. If you happen to be out in public, Sophia makes sure you sit down for a while. She checks your blood sugar like a professional nurse, and always gives you a kiss after the “assessment”.

She will always act calm and focused. She believes that if she stays calm, you will too, but she'll be freaking out inside, I mean, who can blame her for loving you too much? Speaking of loving you too much, she's always going with you to the gym, she says it's just to make sure you're okay, but only she knows how much she enjoys watching you work out your muscles.

Manon would be so worried, she doesn't quite understand at first, but then she becomes an expert. She knows that you exercise a lot, and she's very proud of you for keeping a healthy lifestyle and not letting it get in the way.

She'll research everything and fill her bag with sweets, she'll always ask if you want one, and you have to explain to her that you can't overdo it either. She may not know much, but she's extremely dedicated.

Daniela is a lot like Sophia, except that she gets nervous and freaks out a bit, which means she's not so much like Sophia. Daniela knows how hard you train, and she's always nagging you to be more careful. She certainly goes to the gym with you, just to check that you're not overdoing it (certainly not to keep an eye on the girls who come up to you) or how much weight you're lifting.

She buys all your favorite sweets and stores them in her car. Whenever you need one, she has it.

Lara's computer history is polluted, she's done so much research that she might become a doctor one day. Think of Manon, Lara is like double, maybe triple. She wants to know everything she can, just so you feel good when you're with her. She'll have everything in her hands when you need it and she'll be proud of it. She calls herself the best girlfriend you've ever had, and God have mercy on you if you don't agree.

She admires you a lot, especially after she finds out that you go to the gym often, she's happy that you try to maintain a healthy life and don't get discouraged. She's certainly your number one fan.

Megan is going crazy! The poor girl is a mess. You remember your first date, when your sugar level dropped and she got desperate, you didn't know whether to laugh or feel sick. Fortunately, you had everything under control and managed to recover. When you first started dating, Megan carried candies wherever you went, if there was a candy store around every corner, the Chinese girl would be stopping there.

Now, Megan always saw that you were strong, but after she discovered your training routine, she was drooling. She's not just proud, she's amazed! She makes a point of going to the gym with you, just to see you all sweaty and hot. She's there, just sitting there being pretty, she always has a lollipop in her mouth, and every time you go to her for a drink of water, she gives you a taste.

[leonardburton]

the thing is. juno & nureyev's relationship has been such a major guiding thread throughout the podcast and the major drive of season 5, and the fandom has built itself so much (as fandoms often do) around shipping the two of them.

and yet nureyev doesn't show up at all in the last episode! or, he does, but it's only implied (for all we know it could be like. alessandra strong)(i know it's not but it would be really funny) and we don't hear his voice.

and it's so important to me that despite the room that their romance has taken in the plot and in our hearts, his absence reinforces that the point of juno steel's story wasn't a lady getting his man, it was about learning to grow as person for himself and for his friends (and not just his love interest), and it was about finding his footing in life and being at peace with himself and his place in the world. and he did! his growth and relative serenity is so apparent and just. a balm to the soul

and the fact that his man is back is just a nice add-on, not a necessity for his happiness

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked.

We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[icewindandboringhorror]

boy in silly sitting positions compilation