#but this is reassuring and v sweet thank you! ❤️

[cwarscars-a]

Hi! I'm a rando browsing through various FF7 tags and came across your page and WOW! I never seen a RP blog for Heidegger. Your writing and headcanons are fantastic! Sorry if this is out of the blue, but I just wanted to send a thumbs up your way and say thanks for giving Mr. Gya-ha-ha some love!

(( Aw anon thank you so much for this! I have been fawning over this man since the remake came out and loorrd knows I've probably put more time into writing him than I have more productive things lol

This is absolutely lovely and you should never apologise for doing such a sweet thing! Ive been a bit lost writing heid for a little whiles as I exhausted writing so many different avenues of his personality / headcanons that it's been a bit tough to find inspiration but this sort of ask is exactly the kind of thing that makes me wanna write him again.

This is so sweet of you and I'm very grateful that Mr gyahaha has / is getting more fans! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 ))

[jobean12-blog]

All In

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1,103

Summary: Bucky makes your first time an experience you don't want to forget.

Author's Note: This is written for my sweet friend @blackwidownat2814 <3 I hope you like it! Thank you for sharing with me and requesting it! Love and hugs! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 😘

Warnings: Softness and sweetness, fluff, insecurities but lots of love in between it all, smut, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v, first time

You’re so aware of everything that’s him. His size, the warmth he radiates, his distinct and comforting scent. It’s all overwhelming in the best way and when warm and soft lips press to the skin of your neck you dig your teeth into your bottom lip to stop your whimper.

“Mm,” he hums appreciatively as he works his way down to your collarbone. “You’re so soft doll.”

Your fingers delve into his hair when he teases along the lace of your bra and then he moves higher, capturing your lips.

He pulls away and his brow furrows when he sees your bottom lip trembling and your eyes shining.

“What it is doll? Are you ok, talk to me.”

He gathers you close and wraps you in his arms.

“I’m ok, it’s just…I want this, and I want you to know how badly but…”

He smiles softly and presses his fingers under your chin, bringing your lips close so he can kiss you.

“You can be as loud as you want here. It’s just us doll. I’m the only one who gets to hear those beautiful sounds falling from your beautiful lips.”

When he releases you, he slowly gathers your arms over your head and holds them there, watching you intently as his lips trail along the curve of your shoulder and your skin erupts in goosebumps.

“You like that?” he murmurs before kissing the swell of your breast.

You nod and arch your back.

“Use your words doll face. If I do something you like, I want to know and if I do something you don’t like you have to tell me.”

He does it again, reassuring you with more words. “Remember, just us.”

“Ok,” you breathe out.

He chuckles softly and teases your lips, grinning when he pulls away and you chase them for more.

“Words,” he coos.

“Kiss me again Bucky.”

And he does-until you’re a melted mess beneath him and unable to form a sentence.

You gently tug on his shirt, wanting it off so you can feel his skin. He lifts his upper body and helps you slip it off, revealing smooth and defined muscle.

At your soft sigh he cradles your cheek and brushes his thumb across your lips.

“What’s that sound for gorgeous?”

Your simple shrug isn’t enough, and he tightens his hold on you. “Tell me.”

“You’re so beautiful Bucky.”

The pad of his thumb gently massages your bottom lip before he takes it between his teeth.

“Every time I get to see even an inch of your beautiful skin bare for me, I have to count down the seconds until I can again.”

Your fingers trace his shoulder, hovering at the spot where skin meets metal.

“I understand,” he whispers.

Your eyes meet his.

“About being self-conscious.”

“Oh Bucky,” you whisper, cupping his jaw.

“It was so much worse before…at least now it’s cleaned up…still not pretty but better.”

“I think every part of you is pretty,” you whisper.

“I know you do doll face. And that’s why I need you to believe me when I tell you that you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

You quietly nod and let your fingertips smooth down the length of metal plates until they find his fingers, your own closing tightly around his.

“What did I say before about…”

You cut him off with a soft response. “I believe you Bucky.”

His answering kiss is soft and filled with all the words lingering in the small space between you and it’s enough to steal your breath.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks, blue eyes darkened with desire.

“Taste me,” you whisper.

He licks his lips and starts to peel off you shorts, letting out a groan when he reveals your matching lace panties.

“Oh, fuck doll. Wow.”

“I was hoping you’d like them,” you answer, your eyes alight with growing confidence.

“I don’t like them. I love them. And I love that you thought of me while picking them out.”

He continues to stare, quiet now, as his eyes roam over every inch of you.

“What are you doing?” you ask as your lips start to lift.

“Imprinting this on my brain forever,” he murmurs. “You’re so gorgeous.”

With gentle hands he lifts your leg and caresses your calf before pressing his lips to your inner thigh.

He moves his hands up to your hips and hooks his thumb under the dark lace, slowly dragging it down your legs until he can drop it to the bed.

“You’re staring again,” you giggle.

He barely registers your words as he spreads you open and settles between your legs. Your fingers find purchase in his hair, and you pull tightly when his tongue makes the first slide between your folds.

You moan out his name and rock your hips, effectively pulling him closer and making him hum appreciatively.

It only fuels you on and your hips start to move in rhythm with his tongue. He teases and licks until your thighs are shaking against his head. His fingers ghost up your thigh before he pushes one inside you, pumping it in and out.

“Do you need more doll?”

You let out a muffled sigh and he slows his movements.

“Doll,” he warns, coaxing you with a determined look from between your legs.

“Yes, Bucky. More. Please.”

He dives back in, carefully stretching you before pushing another finger inside.

“You ok gorgeous?” he asks.

You’re so close to falling apart you can’t do more than nod but remembering his words you breathe out, “so close Bucky. It feels so good.”

He gives you just what you need, and you cry out his name.

“I love hearing you scream my name doll. Knowing I’m makin’ you feel so good. It drives me fucking crazy.”  

Your eyes are half lidded as you clumsily push on the waistband of his shorts.

“You want these off?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Off,” you answer, watching as he sits up to remove them.

When his cock springs free against his abs you reach for him, but he gently holds your hand back and dips his head to capture your lips.

“Tonight is all about you,” he whispers against them.

You pout but he simply kisses it from your lips and settles his weight on top of you. Your fingernails lightly run along the hard planes of his back then reach for his ass.

With a squeeze you urge him closer.

“Doll,” he whispers when he presses in, and you coat the length of him with your arousal. “Fuck.”

His hands are worshipful as they wander over your skin and his lips are soft when they kiss every spot he can find.

Every sensation makes you whimper and tremble in his arms until finally you speak up.

“Bucky,” you gasp. “I need you. Now. Please.”

With words of praise, he slowly pushes inside you, careful as he watches your face for any signs of pain. His eyes squeeze shut once he’s fully seated, and his face falls to your neck.

Your walls tighten and your hips roll.

“Oh god,” he hisses. “I swear you’re so perfect I’m gonna finish before we’ve even started.”

Your soft giggles have his eyes meeting yours and his expression softens, filling with reverence.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers.

@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lizette50 @goldylions

[wutheringcaterpillar]

What if Tommy is desperately (secretly) in love with his step sister, extremely protective, very sweet towards her, but always making sure she’s kept under his thumb just to keep others from taking her from him. Although nothing happened between them until she becomes betrothed to another, he snaps and ruins her so her betrothed wouldn’t want her which would make her stay under his thumb again.

Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!

Sorry it took so long to come out! ❤️

Warnings: stepcest, age gap implied, smut, p in v,

Tommy sat beside the window in the arm chair, cigarette in his hands as his eyes drifted from a contract he’d been working on, glancing outside watching the gloomy weather.

The grandfather clock ticked quietly in the background, your footsteps thumping around upstairs in your bedroom.

It seemed as though it was just yesterday Tommy was taking you to piano lessons and telling you endless stories before bed but those days seemed to have past.

You and Tommy always had a rather close relationship since his mum married his dad. After she passed and his dad disappeared he was always the protector who spoiled you rotten as a child and even still to this day as now a grown woman. His crystal eyes focused on the wilting flowers beside the window, thoughts rummaging through his mind as he reminisced the days of past.

“How do I look?” Your voice echoed through the quiet room, pulling Tommy out of his nostalgic thoughts, throwing on a light hearted smile when he looked your way, hiding the intruding thoughts surfacing in his mind.

There you were in a royal blue sparkling dress, makeup painting your face lightly. Not that you needed it, you were quite beautiful without it.

Tucking his hands in his pockets Tommy stood from his seat, diminishing the cigarette in the glass ashtray before walking toward you.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful, as always. Come here.” You blushed from his compliment, heart palpitating anxiously when you leaned into his touch. With growing up came hormones but the profound, illicit thoughts you had for your brother you often found yourself burying such inappropriate feelings, knowing that it wasn’t ideal.

“Be safe tonight eh? I might be running a bit late but I’ll be there. Don’t let any of those bloaks try to whisk you away from me or I may just have to put a bullet through their brain.” You giggled softly into his toned chest, hands roaming his upper back. 

“No one could ever replace you, not even if they tried at the speed of sound.” Tommy hummed in agreement, your words bringing a tremendous amount of reassurance that he’d never admit he needed. 

“Ms. Shelby the car’s here!” Francis called after you. Biting down on your bottom lip and smiling awkwardly you bid Tommy goodbye, kissing him on the cheek before running out the door toward your friends and hopping in the car giddily.

He couldn’t help but worry that you were drifting away, the feeling unsettling his stomach just picturing you with another man or no longer living in the same house as him.

Glancing down at his watch, he released an uneasy breath before picking up his briefcase and heading toward his meeting.

Tommy being a man of knowledge and suspicion found himself unable to focus on the baboon sitting across from him, only thinking about what you were doing and if you were safe.The idea of men staring at you, flirting, fucking trying to get in bed with you etched in his brain. 

This meeting was getting nowhere as it was, the man trying to change the settled agreement with no good reason. This was a deal he could live without.

Removing his glasses, he sighed bored from the man’s piss poor negotiating.

“Alright, this is going fucking nowhere.” Tommy stood up shredding the piece of paper before tossing it in the fireplace.

“You can see yourself out Johnathan eh? I have more important places to be.” The man waved his hands in irritation.

“It’s Bill!” Tommy waved him off before heading out to your party.

When he walked in the music was blaring, definitely underage drinking going on not that he cared as long as it wasn’t you.

He spotted Arthur at the bar, approaching him first only to get a glimpse of you in the corner of the room sat on a sofa with a boy, immediately seeing red.

“Who the fuck is with our sister?” Arthur turned around in curiosity, lips still attached to the bottle still chugging the rest of his drink.

Releasing a exhale of pleasure, he gestured toward the young lad with his arm wrapped around your hips.

“Don’t even get me started on that worthless bloke. He’s the youngest of the Charleston family, they’re new to Birmingham. Y/N’s been seein him for a few weeks. Thought we taught her to respect herself that went out the window didn’t it brother, hm?” Tommy clenched his jaw in annoyance, dead pan staring at the boy’s hands wrapped far too lowly down your waist. Why didn’t you tell him? It would be rude if he didn’t introduce himself.

“Hold me drink Arthur. I’ll be back in a moment.” When Tommy turned around, Arthur made sure he wasn’t looking before finishing off his brother’s drink, a little blonde gal catching his eye in the process, steering him away from whatever the hell Tommy had planned.

Upon approaching you both, he heard the sound of your infectious giggle, so innocent and pure. Blood pumped through his veins realizing that you were slipping away from him, you were growing up.

“Am I interrupting something?” Tommy was shocked to see a beer in your hand and multiple empty ones sat on the table beside you. You were his baby sister, you didn’t drink, you didn’t partake in adult activities. Yet you didn’t seem intoxicated, perhaps that was your first beer, his good girl, but wait what the hell was this and why the fuck did this guy have his hand on your lap, why was he just kissing on your fucking neck. More importantly why was there now a ring on your fucking finger?

He made an incredulous look of disapproval before his breath nearly being taken out of him, your chest falling onto his as your wrapped your arms tightly around Tommy.

“Oh! Tommy I missed you! I was just talking about you to Matthew, I was hoping to introduce you sooner rather than later.” What the fuck was that supposed to be mean? What happened to the conversation from earlier? Tommy grasped your hips, your cleavage rubbing against the fabric of his shirt.

Tommy noticed the boy making a partially disoriented gesture, a look of confusion from the blatant display of affection that some would consider to be unordinary. His eyes dilated, fixating on the boy, challenging him to say something. 

Unsurprisingly he merely took a step back, putting his hands up in surrender that he didn’t want to fight, exactly what Tommy thought.

“Come on, let’s get you some water, eh?” You nodded against his chest, hand sloping down his arm until it clutched his muscular grip.

Walking off with you hand in hand, he guided you up the stairs to a back secluded room, voice booming for the crowd of people to get out.

Sitting you down on the sofa gently, he could feel your eyes watching his every move as he pulled down a glass from the cabinet, filling it with water to help you sober up. 

“Drink this.” 

“Tommy I only had one beer.” He raised his eyebrows expectedly, motioning with his hand, insisting thar you drink it. For some reason your heart seemed to flutter with how willing he always to take care of you.

Downing the glass, you set it on the table before kicking your shoes off and reclining back against the arm rest, Tommy already feeling the tightening in his pants seeing the bare skin of your leg. 

Scoffing, he pushed your legs back down and grabbed the small of your wrist, pulling you closer. His breath was hot against your skin, lips just inches away from the lobe of your ear.

“He doesn’t deserve you love…” Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his hand go below the fabric of your dress, inching upward toward the radiating heat in between your thighs. Your skin forming goosebumps from the not so innocent touch, the way he was caressing your bare skin swiftly, prompting your eyes to flutter shut, still trying to fight this immoral battle in your heart.

“What-um-what are you-“ His other hands brushed your chin, tilting your face to look at him before his lips landed on yours. The world seemed to stop for a moment, the feeling of your older brother’s lips on yours unexpectedly sensual, the anticipation for more causing your heart to beat rapidly.

You couldn’t resist from kissing him back, the mesmerizing sensation so wrong but so right. 

“I don’t want to see you with anyone else. That fucking low life and you fucking said yes?! You are finished with him, understand? We’ve always had something and you fucking know it.” You nodded against him nearly breathless, unable to form any thoughts other than what might be in his pants. 

Ripping your dress with his hands, you tugged at his suit, tossing the expensive fabric onto the floor when you fumbled with his belt.

The sound of music and people partying only heightening the desire for Tommy to take you right here right now.

In the midst of his tongue delving between your lips, he curled his hands with yours, fingers fumbling around until he found that god forsaken ring. Tugging off, he threw the shiny piece of jewelry on the floor, accessory rolling over to the corner of the room.

When his cock spring free, your eyes widened at the sight of his girthy length.

“Has he touched you here yet?” His skilled fingers carressed the slippery slope between your soaked folds, making you moan and whimper beneath him, shaking your head vigorously no. You dreamt of your brothers touch so long.

“I knew I raised you well my good girl.”

Tommy circled his thumb around your throbbing clit in slow circles, his index finger entering your right canal to ensure you weren’t lying.

“Tommy please!” 

He couldn’t find it in his heart to tell his baby sister no. No he’s waited much too long…

Aligning his cock, he readjusted himself so he was on his knees ready to drill into you and claim you as his own.

The head of his cock at your entrance only fueled your eager want to be taken.

Pushing the tip in, your winced below him from the slight uncomfortable feeling. He must have noticed when his hand glided down your thighs, caressing your hips with his calloused hand soothingly.

He couldn’t wait much longer to pick up speed with your warm cunt practically suffocating his cock.

The sight of you completely nude beneath him, legs spread on display while his cock was pushing inside you, he couldn’t hold himself back.

How could something so forbidden feel so right?

He snapped his hips forward, jolting your body upward not giving you anytime to adjust.

“Fuck! Tommy it feels so-“ He quieted your screams by covering you mouth raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“Language sweetheart, we have to be quiet unless you want him to see.” The idea of someone walking in on your brother fucking you sending chills down your spine, pussy squeezing tightly around his cock.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last long. Up you go.” Without pulling out Tommy lifted you effortlessly from the sofa, pushing your back against the walls as his lips ravished your neck, pumping in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Oh fuck, faster, faster!” Your curls bounced gracefully on your shoulders, tits shaking in an up and down motion vigorously while one hand cusped his muscular shoulders other tangled his hair. 

You’d dreamt of this day for so long, you couldn’t help but glance down wanting to see your brother’s shaft completely buried inside you.

Did it hurt a bit? Yes, but the pleasure was so much more, little did you know Tommy knew how to pleasure a woman’s body so expertly.

You could feel your slick pouring out and swimming down his length, you were close so very close.

You craved his seed to paint your walls, for him to mark you as his own.

“Look at my girl, taking me cock so well..” Tommy smirked proudly in a fucked out gaze as beads of sweat formed on his chest.

��Gonna fill your tummy with my cum, make you walk out there with it dripping down your fucking legs for everyone to see.” You moaned sporadically, thighs twitching around his waist, toes curling as a euphoric orgasm claimed your body.

“Mm, Tommy, Tommy! Feels-fe-ohh…” You panted, holding onto him for dear life. If it weren’t for his hands gripping your ass cheeks below, you’d surely make your sweet descent to the hardwood floor.

Tommy’s blue charismatic eyes focused in on the fucked out expression, seeing your lips parted, face contorted into pure bliss. He couldn’t withhold any longer until he was pulsating inside of your cunt, painting the interior of your perfect pussy white with his seed.

“Y’know I’ve wanted you for so long, and now you’re fucking mine.” You nodded still too deliriously exhausted to form words. Pulling your chin to meet his sapphire eyes, he placed a powerful, dominating kiss to your plush lips before setting you down gently and settling you back down on the sofa while he gathered the clothes.

Looking at the dress, he deemed it still suitable as long as you hadn’t bent over it should still be wearable. 

“What about my underwear?” Tommy reached for his jacket after tightening his cufflinks.

“What do you need those for? C’mon love.” Your cheeks reddened, he wasn’t kidding about his cum dripping down your legs.

“Still look beautiful as ever. After you my love?” You glanced back at your brother before exiting the door, pressing your lips to his once more.

Tommy smiled softly, before nodding you off and realizing the ring was still on the floor.

Walking down the stairs with you, he encouraged you to go enjoy time with your friends, only to see Matthew in his way out ignoring Arthur practically fucking some inebriated girl against his brother.

Approaching the boy, you watched the scene unfold from afar, seeing what your dear brother would do.

“Eh!” He pulled the ring out of his pocket, clicking his tongue before shoving the object against the boy’s chest, merely towering over him.

“Here’s your fucking ring. Take it and get off my fucking property before I change my mind and kill your right here, right now.” Everyone in the room turned their eyes to the altercation, including Arthur. When the boy hadn’t moved, twiddling the ring in his grip still staring at Tommy with challenging eyes, calling a bluff, Arthur shoved the girl off of him ready to go to fucking war only for Tommy to hold him back with the wave of his hand.

“Look around kid. You have about five seconds to get out me fucking pub before I splatter your brains on this wall.” He still hadn’t moved, only tightening his fist.

“You think I won’t?” Tommy chuckled beneath his breath, a sadistic smile spreading across his lips before pulling out his gun, finger on the trigger pointing it directly at the middle of his forehead.

“5, 4, 3-“ The boy scattered out the door, satisfying Tommy that he’d never be back.

[gemstone-roses]

New Year’s Eve.

Eddie Munson x Reader.

Summary: Eddie overhears you turn down an invite to Steve’s iconic nye party, stating you categorically hate the holiday, so, he invites you to spend the evening with him in his trailer instead.

Warnings; SMUT, 18+ only, p in v MINORS BE FUCKING GONE FROM THIS PLACE , mentions of drug dealing., anxiety, praise kink, hurt/comfort vibes, the holy trinity of my fics. Like soo much praise kink, fingering! This took forever to write but I’m proud of it ok. This work and this blog is intended for adults only. I am not responsible for what content you consume.

A:N - I wanted to post one more fic before the end of the year, I hope you all like it! Thankyou for all the love on this blog this past year, I am so happy my fics have been a source of comfort for some of you, I’m so thankful for all the love. it’s been a tough one for many, including myself, here’s hoping the next is easier on rveryone. Much love to everyone ❤️❤️

“what do you mean you’re not coming!” Steve asks with mock affront, standing at the door of your trailer, your leaning against the door, steaming mug of coffee, untouched, you give Eddie a wave as he leaves his place opposite, he sends you a wicked smile and a wink as he leaves to do his dealings of the day.

You shake your head and chuckle.

“Steve, every year you ask me, every year I say no, my answer hasn’t changed and it won’t” annoyance creeps into your voice unintentionally. Steve opens his mouth feigning hurt before breaking out into a smile.

“Sorry, I just haven’t had my coffee yet, but I hope you have a wonderful party Steve” you smile, and he nods “I understand, I just have to ask you know? Maybe this year will be the year you come”. “You’ve said that every year since we’ve known each other haven’t you” you chuckle, and he nods, swiping his hand through his hair. “Anyway, lots to do, I better be off, have a good night” he waves you off before getting back in his car. You bring your coffee to your mouth, finally. “Spending New Year’s Eve alone sweetheart”? Eddie appears from the side of your trailer, his face in a huge grin you can’t help but smile.

“Yes”. You say. Eddies brow furrows, as he steps into your doorway, his aftershave invades your senses as he places a caring hand on your arm” can’t have that darlin, I’ll be back at 5, come hang with me” he’s says it so casually but the sparkle in his eyes says he’s desperate for you to say yes. You weigh up your options in your head, you were just going to go to bed early and hide under your covers, but the man in front of you makes your breath hitch whenever you see him, and that mouth,god. “Yeah, okay”. You say. And you didn’t think it possible but eddies grin gets wider. “Just come over anytime after five sweetheart” his voice cracks at the end of his sentence and you have to do everything in your power not to groan. “Okay” you whisper. And then he’s gone, leaving you feeling empty without his presence.

5 o clock comes quicker than you thought. Swiftly slipping on a black band tee you pull on a pair of comfy joggers and head over.

The door swings open before you can even knock. “Hey darlin” his eyes are sparkling again as he steps back and does a theatrical bow to show you in. You laugh at his actions as he shuts the door behind you.

“So, sweetheart, you gonna tell me why you hate this holiday so much?” He steps closer to you, his eyes wide with interest. You frown, anxiety pooling in your stomach. “Hey” he says softly. Fingers coming to cup your chin. You look at him, his soft brown eyes make your insides melt slightly. “Did I upset you” he asks and it’s so sweet and unexpected you can’t help but let out a small laugh. “No, god no, I just, it’s silly” you trail off, looking down at the floor. “Not to me” Eddie says softly, and you look up and once more think you might get lost in those eyes. He’s got a reassuring smile on his face, waiting. “I get this impending and unrelenting feeling of doom okay” you whisper, then shut your eyes as if you can hide from the words you’ve said. Eddies fingers caress your face gently. “That’s not silly” he whispers, cupping your face with his big hand. You lean into his comforting touch. “Thankyou”. You whisper, lifting up your hand and placing it on top of his. “You have the most stunning eyes” he mutters before recoiling slightly as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “Erm”… he rubs the back of his neck chuckling. “So do you” you say simply. “Ha, thankyou, sweetheart” he laughs awkwardly. The tension in the air hangs between you, you look at Eddie, he looks at you and you think this might be it but then his brows shoot up and he says “Oh my god I didn’t offer you a drink I’m a terrible host” he says suddenly, tripping over himself to get you a soda. “It’s fine! Don’t worry” you assure him. He mutters sorry while he hands you the can and leads you to his room. “So, what would you like to do sweetheart” his grin has returned, and even though he’s asked you you know he’s got something in his mind. “I don’t mind, film?” You say sitting down on his bed pulling your legs up. Eddie stares, completely lost in the moment, watching you do something so ordinary, and you take his breath away. “What?” You ask, burning under his stare. “You’re fucking beautiful” he states. Your heart stops in your chest, mouth falls open and you don’t realise he’s moved closer, he’s sitting opposite you, his hands on your knees, he’s leaning forward slightly, a mix of weed and his aftershave once again enveloping you. You meet his eyes, full of adoration for you, his tongue pokes out to wet his lips and you can’t tear your eyes away. “Can I- kiss you?” He asks and your heart soars as you nod, he crashes his lips to yours and you forget to breathe. The kiss is gentle but firm, he wraps his arm around your waist as he pulls you into him, one hand holds the back of your neck as he runs his long fingers up and down, sending shivers straight to your core. You moan and he stops, panting slightly, he keeps one hand at the back of your neck.

“Eddie” you breathe. “God your incredible” he says, swiping his thumb across your puffy lips, he leans into kiss your neck. He trails sloppy open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone, you writhe underneath him, each press of his lips causing your pussy to throb. “Eddie please” you moan.

‘What do you need sweetheart?” He mutters and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. “You” you plead, clenching your thighs together to get some, any, form of relief.

“Mm, say it again” he groans, fingers waiting at the edge of your joggers. “I need you Eddie” you moan, pushing your hips up to emphasise your point. Mischief dances across his face as he slowly removes your pants, smiling at the wet patch that’s formed in your panties. He taps his fingers across your clothed pussy, watching as your head falls back in both pleasure and frustration. He bends down, breath fanning over your clothed core. “I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock” he whispers, placing an open mouthed kiss over your dripping pussy, before hooking his fingers through your underwear and pulling them down.

Eddie leans over you as his fingers dance on your inner thigh, one hand bracing on the window behind your head. He bends his head, hovering his lips next to your ear” Spread your legs wider for me darlin” he groans, and then smiles as you do. “That’s it” he says, moving his hand toward your core. “So wet” he comments, pushing his finger inside your hole, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your clit. He moans as you clench around his finger instantly. “Mm fuck Eddie” you whine as he curls his finger inside you. He captures you in another kiss as he presses his thumb into your throbbing clit. “Ah, Eddie-“ you say, your orgasm fast approaching, he continues, alternating between circling and pressing on your sensitive button, pleasure begins to cloud your vision as he pumps his finger in and out of you, wetness dripping down your thighs.

“That’s it, good girl, come for me sweetheart” he soothes as your orgasm crashes over. He keeps rubbing gentle circles on your clit as you come down from your high, when you open your eyes he’s staring at you, awestruck. “You did so well for me” he praises and Eddie’s cock twitches in his pants watching your reaction to his words. “Eddie, that was amazing” you breathe, and he shoots a wicked smile at you that has heat flooding your body again.

“You okay”? He checks and you nod. “Drink this” he unscrews the cap on a bottle of water for you and places it to your lips. No one has ever bothered to be anywhere near as kind and considerate and your heart once again soars because of the man currently sitting between your legs. Eddie’s cock is painfully hard in his pants as he takes in your post orgasmic state. Sweat pooled on your face, your still panting slightly, come dripping from your pussy onto his bed, Eddie thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

You sit up and pull him into you, his clothed cock pressing into your naked core. He hisses at the contact. “We don’t have to, it’s completely okay if you want to stop darlin” and once again your falling hard, the softness in his voice makes you want to cry. “I don’t want to stop” you say and Eddie places a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling his pants down. His cock strains against his boxers, you reach out and tease the head with your hand. Eddie groans, it’s feral and he places his hands on your shoulders as he nips at your neck. “Lie down for me sweetheart”. Eddie removes his underwear as you do, He positions himself between your legs as you lie back, head hitting his pillow. You push up to see his hard thick cock springing up against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip, it makes your stomach flip and your mouth water. Eddie pumps his cock a few times before rolling a condom down his cock. Eddie pushes gently on your shoulders so you lie back down, he taps his cock a few times on your pussy causing you to moan unexpectedly. He positions himself at your entrance as his hand cups your face. “You okay?” He asks, waiting for your answer before he does anything. You nod, taking a deep breath as you prepare for Eddie to push into you. “Can you go slow?” You whisper, cringing slightly, hoping you didn’t kill the mood. Eddies face softens, “of course I can baby, it’s okay, I got you” he soothes softly, his other hand rubbing the inside of your thigh. His hand comes to circle your clit slowly. “Look at me” he says, and you do. The smile on his face is otherworldly, it brightens everything around you as he studies your face closely, rubbing gentle circles on your clit as he slowly pushes his cock inside you. “Breathe, baby” he comforts as your walls clench around him. “Eddie” you whine, “You’re doing so good for me” Eddie keeps praising you until his cock is nestled deep inside you. Eddie groans at the feeling of you wrapped around him. He stays put until you speak. “Move” you whisper.

Eddie thrusts into you slowly, one hand gently splayed across your lower stomach as he rocks his hips back and forth, your hands grip the sheets beneath you as Eddie’s cock reaches a spot inside you that makes your head spin.

“Mm eddie- you moan as your second orgasm builds, every nerve in your body tingling at his actions

“You feel so amazing clenching round my cock like this darlin, you’re takin me so well” he soothes, your pussy clenches at his words and Eddie moans as you squeeze his cock. “Fuck Eddie I’m gonna-

Eddie’s cock pulses as he feels you clench harder. “Eyes on me darlin” he whispers. You meet his gaze and your head clouds with pleasure again “Good, I got you, your okay, come for me baby, drench my cock, come with me, fuck!” he groans as your pussy tightens around him as you release around Eddie’s cock just as his own orgasm crashes over him.

Your ears ring as you hear muffled praise fall from Eddie’s lips, his touch grounding you as your mind clears. “You were incredible” Eddie whispers, drawing patterns on your hips with his fingers. You smile at the sight in front of you. “Eddie” you croak, voice hoarse. “Yeah darlin” he asks, and the sight of him, sweaty, curls stuck to his face, his face flushed with heat, you wish you could engrave it into your mind forever. “Can we stay like this forever?” You sigh. And Eddie chuckles before grabbing both your hands and fitting them in his. Forever sounds amazing with you”. He whispers, catching your lips in a heated kiss as fireworks light up the sky above.

[astrophileous]

Happy birth month to you, Zara!! 🎉

I'd like to request a Derek Morgan x BAU!reader fic (angst, maybe leading to smut) where they are on a bombing case and as usual Derek, being our ever loving and stubborn explosives expert, stays with a target who activated the bomb trigger. Maybe reader is as stubborn as Derek and stays with him and it becomes a thing and all that pent up adrenaline and tension just 🤌🏼🫴🏼 😅

maybe some fluff after too 🥹

Thank you so much love!! Thanks for requesting as well ❤️ I hope you like how this turned out 💕

Warning(s): fem!reader, explosives, profanities, verbal altercation, 18+ nsfw content minors dni, handjob, angry sex (starts out that way at least), unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, lmk if I missed anything

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Derek was beginning to think that the universe was out to get him. It was the only logical explanation he could come up with for the situation he found himself stuck in: standing next to a minivan with an activated bomb underneath its driver's seat. The owner of the car, a woman by the name Pansy, was gripping his hand like a vice, cutting off circulation to it completely, but he couldn't care less about that. Getting blood into his hand was the least of Derek's worries right now.

"How's my baby?" Pansy suddenly asked amidst her tears.

Derek glanced at you, who had been trying to unbuckle the infant from his car seat for the past couple of minutes. One wrong move and the car would explode in the blink of an eye, obliterating everything in its immediate vicinity. This knowledge loomed at the back of your head as you languidly lifted the baby into your arms.

"Got him," you breathed out. You dashed away to take Pansy's son to safety, and despite her not being out of harm's way yet, Derek could feel the tightness of her grip around his hand loosening even if just for the tiniest bit.

Not three minutes later, you came back with a box of tools in your hand. Derek didn't like the grim expression on your face as your gaze flitted his way.

"The bomb squad isn't coming," you muttered.

"What?" Pansy exlclaimed. Even quiet as you were, there was no way you could say anything to Derek without Pansy hearing about it. The woman panicked as her eyes scampered repeatedly between you and Derek. "What are you talking about?"

"Pansy." Derek's voice came with a reassuring squeeze, a silent request for her to calm down. He turned to you again immediately, "What do you mean, they're not coming?"

"Land access is out since the bridge collapsed during the last bombing. They're sending in aerial support, but with everything that's been going on, it'll take at least 30 minutes, which is a time we don't have," you lamented, extending your hand to present the toolbox to Derek's face. "Hotch gave you the go-ahead."

With a curse under his breath, Derek accepted the box with his free hand. You slid in next to him so you could peek into the car.

"Pansy?" Frightened blue eyes scuttered towards your face. Despite the current predicament, you managed to offer her a somewhat genuine smile. "Hey, how are we holding up there? My name's Agent (Y/L/N), I work with Agent Morgan in the FBI. I wanted to let you know that your son is safe. He's with the rest of our team right now."

Pansy hiccuped around a sob. "He's safe?"

"One hundred percent." You nodded. "Listen, Agent Morgan here used to work with the bomb squad. He's gonna defuse the bomb so all of us can get out of here safely. But in order to do that, you need to let go of his hand, okay? Here, you can hold mine instead."

Your last statement caused Derek to turn his head around so fast, you were sure he would have gotten a whiplash. The incredulity was thick in his voice as he asked, "Sweet girl, what are you doing?"

You didn't look at him once. In fact, your eyes were still glued to Pansy's face when you said, "I'm not leaving you."

But Derek knew better.

You weren't saying that sentence to Pansy.

You were saying it to him.

In any other situation, Derek would have admonished you for your stupid decision. But right in that moment, in front of Pansy who was this close to spiraling, and with time completely against his side, Derek couldn't do anything else but relent. Reluctantly, he let go of Pansy's hand and allowed you to take his place. With another deep breath, Derek kneeled next to the car and began to work.

11 minutes and 16 seconds; that was how long it took for Derek to carefully disarm the explosive. Pansy sank into your embrace as soon as Derek removed the device from her seat, bringing it as far away from the crowd as possible as you took the young mother to see her infant son.

After neutralizing the threat, you received word from the rest of your team about the identity of the UnSub. Following a strenuous chase, you eventually closed the day with an arrest, ending the nightmare of the case once and for all. You marked it as a win in your book.

Back at the hotel, everyone scurried to their respective rooms in no time, eager to wash away the residual horror of the case with a cold shower and slept the exhaustion off before the team had to catch an early flight back to Virginia the next morning. You, too, had been dreaming about the plush mattress waiting for your arrival back at your room. But before you could reach the familiar door to your hotel room, your steps halted when warm fingers suddenly encircled your wrist.

"We need to talk," Derek said sharply. He didn't give you a chance to say anything before leading you towards his hotel room.

"What's this about, Derek?" you questioned once the door shut behind Derek's back.

"I can't believe you'd do something reckless like that, (Y/N)."

You frowned at him in confusion. "What? What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about. You stayed back knowing there was a bomb! You knew what could've happened. You didn't have to be there, but you stayed anyway. What the fuck, (Y/N)?!"

"That's what this is about?" You scoffed incredulously. "You're mad at me because I did my job?"

"That wasn't part of the job and you know it, sweetheart. You could've been killed."

"I know that! God, you don't think I know that?!"

"You knew? Oh, good! So you knew about the chances of you getting killed in that situation, but you still went ahead and did it anyway. What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"I don't need to fucking explain myself to you, Derek." You stepped further into the room, trying to draw as much distance from the man whom you considered your best friend for the past two years of you working with the BAU. His hostility was foreign. You mourned the absence of his usual warmth as you wrapped your arms defensively around your torso. "What about you, anyway?"

"Me?"

"You act as if I was the only one putting themselves in danger, but you were there, too. You could've been killed as well. A little bit hypocritical, isn't it?!"

"That's different."

You rolled your eyes. "Of course it is. Why? Because your hero complex wouldn't allow you to share the stage with anyone else?"

"(Y/N)—"

"Or is it your trust issues that force you to do anything on your own?"

"Stop it—"

"Oh, I get it! Maybe you're no different than those other alpha males out there! Is that it? You want me to leave all the dangerous and scary jobs to the big, strong men—"

"I said, stop it."

A gasp stumbled past your lips when you suddenly found your back connecting with the wall, trapped between the concrete surface and Derek's muscular chest. There was no way to run. Derek's stare was sweltering as it pierced right through your soul.

"Have you always been this insufferable?" Derek growled.

"I don't know. Have you always been this chauvinistic?"

"You never know when to shut the hell up, do you?"

"Well—" you puffed your chest out, leveling your own stare with his unyielding one, "—why don't you make me?"

The atmosphere thickened inside the room.

Before you could process what was happening, Derek had suddenly lunged forward, claiming your lips in a kiss so heated unlike any other you had ever known.

Derek domineered every single one of your senses. Your body only knew his touch as his palms roamed your curves and edges. The kiss was a battle of desperation, a mess of tongue and heaving breaths that span your world off its axis.

When Derek's mouth strayed to your neck, nipping around the spot right below your ear, you swore your bones melted into liquid inside of your body.

"So goddamn aggravating," Derek griped against your ear. "You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"

"You're just gonna keep talking? Or are you finally gonna put that mouth to a good use?"

The smirk on your lips was wiped away instantly when Derek kissed you again. He maneuvered the two of you towards the bed, where Derek laid you down with a gentleness that contradicted the spite he had shown so far. Clothes were being shed at an inhumane speed, and before long, you found yourself sprawled naked underneath Derek's impressive frame.

Your hand wandered southward as Derek peppered kisses across your chest. The moment your fingers wrapped around his length, Derek's whole body shivered in response.

"Fuck. What are you doing to me?" he muttered.

You continued to pump his shaft, enjoying the melodic sounds Derek was making as your pace grew faster with each second. Mere moments later, however, your movement was halted when Derek's fingers tugged at your wrist.

"Slow down, pretty girl. I wanna be inside of you when I cum."

His declaration was sealed with a kiss.

Using an unbelievable display of strength, Derek then manhandled you to your front, forcing you to rest on all fours as he settled on his knees right behind the sensual curves of your ass.

"Shit. Look at this pussy," Derek remarked crudely. You moaned into the bedsheets when his fingers rubbed up and down your slit, collecting the wetness without ever grazing the number one spot where you needed him the most. "Beautiful, sweetheart. You're so fucking gorgeous."

"You can tell me about how gorgeous you think I am later, Derek. Just shut up and fuck me already."

"Impatient girl." Derek chuckled.

You yelped when his palm landed a harsh slap to each one of your ass cheeks. The sting was chased away instantly by the feeling of Derek's cock prodding around your entrance. The two of you moaned in unison once his length went in, filling every inch of your channel until he was sheathed to the hilt.

As Derek started to move, the lump of arousal in the pit of your stomach increased in size. The drag of his cock felt delicious against your throbbing walls. Derek moved inside of you at a sedulous pace. The grip he had on either side of your hips felt like a promise of fresh bruises that you couldn't wait to wake up to once morning arrived.

With a particularly harsh thrust into your soaking pussy, Derek sent your brain gyrating into the stars.

"Derek, please—ohhh. Feels so good."

"I know, pretty girl. Fuck. Gripping my cock so well, sweetheart. You hear that? Hear how wet you sound?"

You nodded wordlessly, your ears assaulted by the squelching sound of your combined arousal as you pressed your face against the mattress. Derek drove into you even faster, hitting the same spot every single time that had you blabbering incoherently into the sheets.

"D-Derek? I'm—mmpphhh, I'm so close. S-So close... oh fuck."

"Yeah? You're close, sweet girl?"

Derek's arm went around your torso, then, holding you up beneath your breast without ever relenting his movement. His breath tickled your ear in this new position, and you held onto the muscular arm holding you up in fear of collapsing from the continuous strike of pleasure.

"Do you wanna cum, sweetheart? Wanna cum for me?"

"Y-Yes! Please, please, please, Derek. Please, wanna cum so bad."

"Okay." Derek's other hand slid down your abdomen, all the way past your navel, until the rough pad of his fingers found your swolen clit. He began to rub it aggressively, earning a loud cry as you writhed in rapture. "Go on, then, pretty girl. Cum for me. Just let it go, sweetheart."

Your whole body convulsed as you slammed head first into your climax. Derek held you close through it all, stroking your damp skin and whispering sweet nothings as you came down from your high. Not long afterward, his own release caught up to him, pushing Derek to empty everything he had into the warmth of your tender hole.

Once minutes had passed, Derek carefully pulled out from you before gently laying you down on the bed. You were lost too deeply in the post-orgasmic bliss to notice that Derek had disappeared into the bathroom. The fog in your brain only started lifting when Derek returned and spread your thighs apart, using a damp wash cloth to clean up the mess that the two of you made on your upper thighs.

"How are you feeling?" Derek asked after he tossed away the cloth, squeezing your thigh affectionately.

"Tired. But good," you answered with a smile. "So... we should probably talk about what just happened, huh?"

Your question caused Derek's shoulders to tense, but he relaxed them again when your fingers reached out for his hand.

"Sorry I yelled at you," he offered sincerely. "You don't know this, pretty girl, but I made a vow to myself a long time ago to protect you. You're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, I know that. But as long as there's air in my lungs, I will spend every day of my life trying to keep you safe. Do you understand?"

You nodded meekly as your heart constricted in its cage. Derek left a kiss to your knuckles before settling down to lie beside you.

"You're not the only one who made such a vow, Derek," you revealed quietly. "I also made one to myself that I would never drop your hand in the face of danger. I would never abandon you like that. I'd rather give my life than live in a world where you no longer exist."

"Don't say that. You don't mean it."

"But I do. I mean it with all my heart." You stroked Derek's cheek with the tip of your fingers, admiring his handsome face as his eyes stared at you intensely. "Wherever you go, I go, Derek."

"Wherever you go, I go as well," Derek promised, tightening the sanctity of the words with a kiss. "What you did was still stupid, though, so you better never do that again in the future."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we please pause this conversation 'till morning? I'm literally about to pass out right now."

Derek grinned upon hearing your statement. "I fucked you real good, didn't I?"

You punched him on the shoulder. "Asshole."

Derek laughed wholeheartedly before pecking your pouting lips. "Only for you, pretty girl."

[minminyoonjii]

please do more little!reader x caregiver skz!! for me my comfort is mostly caregiver!Felix, but you can write any members you'd like 💕 a "sleepover" like scenario with fun activities would be so cute 😭

i actually never thought abyone else had caregiver!skz as a confort before i saw the other ask so 😭 im v happy

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Gender Neutral! Reader|Age Regression|Wholesome|Domestic Settings|Fluffy|Tooth Rotting Sweet|A Whole Lot Of Kisses|A Whole Lot Of Hugs|Daddy! Chan|Mama! Minho|Baba! Changbin|Jinnie! Hyunjin|Appa! Jisung|Mommy! Felix|Dada! Seungmin|Ninnin! Jeongin|Collect Your Caregivers Like Pokemon To Help With Your Fort

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 2.4K

"Daddy?" you asked, tugging on the back of Chan's shirt. Chan jolted, too immersed in his thoughts to hear you walk up to him. "You almost gave daddy a heart attack, little one," he chuckled, turning around to face you. You frowned, holding your plush close "I didn't mean to," you pouted, staring at your feet. Chan smiled, running his fingers through your hair "Daddy knows, darling," he reassured, kissing the top of your head. "Daddy," you mumbled, burying your face into his chest.

Chan cooed, "Yes, little one?" he asked, rocking you in his arms. "Is daddy busy?" you asked, nibbling your bottom lip. Chan hummed, pressing your lip away from your teeth "Nope, daddy's free today," he said, reaching into the baby bottle sterilizer for your teether. You opened your mouth, drawing a low chuckle from Chan as he place it between your teeth. "Daddy, really free today?" you asked, chewing on the silicone toy. Chan nodded, "Yes, darling. Daddy's free today," he said, stroking your cheek.

You gasped, excitement buzzing throughout your body when a sudden thought popped in "Chan probably wants to rest. We shouldn't bother him," the voice echoed. Your excitement died down in front of him, causing him to furrow his eyebrows "What's wrong, little one? Come on and tell daddy what you're thinking," he coaxed, brushing his index finger under your chin. You pursed your lips, "Wouldn't daddy want to rest since it's daddy's rest day?" you asked, fidgeting with your fingers.

"While that may be true, little one. Daddy would rather spend his free day with you," he reassured, patting your head. You huffed your cheeks "I don't want to burden daddy," you whispered, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Little one, you are never a burden. Who made you think that way?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. You bit into the teether, "Big me has thoughts," you mumbled, averting your gaze. Chan felt his heart ache, "Look at daddy, darling," he whispered, making you face him.

He held your pinky in his "Daddy promises, that no matter what happens. You are never a burden. Do you understand?" he asked, hooking your fingers together. You croaked out a whimper, nodding your head at his word. Chan smiled, holding you close "Well, what does our little darling want to do today?" he asked, booping your nose. You hummed, "Can we make a fort please?" you asked, staring up at him. Chan chuckled, "A fort, yeah?" he asked, brushing your hair from your face.

You nodded excitedly, "Want a fort so we can sleepover together!" you cheered. Chan cooed, "Alright, little one. Daddy is going to find your playmat, we can stack the pillows and blankets over it," he said, releasing his hold. "Thank you, daddy," you giggled, kissing his cheek. Chan smiled, "Go and see if anyone else wants to help with our little project," he said, gesturing to the stairs. You nodded once more, "Otay!" you squealed, padding up the stairs.

You opened Changbin's door, "Baba? Is baba awake?" you whispered, crawling onto Changbin's body. Changbin grunted, wrapping his arms around your body "Is something the matter, agi?" he rasped, blinking open his eyes. "Daddy and I are making a fort, does baba want to help?" you asked, lying on Changbin's chest. "Of course, anything for our agi-ah. Why don't you take Gyu with you? He could protect your plushies," he chuckled, kissing your forehead.

"Otay, Gyu protector of the fort, like baba," you said, snuggling between Changbin's chest. Changbin cooed, rubbing your back "That's right, just like baba," he said, holding you close. You giggled, squirming under his hold "Baba, let go," you squeaked. Changbin chuckled, tightening his hold "Nope, you're stuck here with me," he teased, pampering kisses all over your face. You squealed, loud giggles echoing within the room.

Changbin laughed, loosening his hold enough for you to wriggle out. You playfully glared at him, wrinkling your nose "Baba," you huffed. Changbin smiled, handing you Gyu and your plushie "You're so adorable, agi," he cooed, squishing your cheeks. You whined, holding the plushies close. Changbin sighed, letting go of your face "Alright, alright. Go see if Jinnie's in his room. Maybe you can ask him to help as well," he said, following you out the door.

You nodded, "Otay, baba," you said, walking towards Hyunjin's room. "Jinnie, jinnie," you called out, peeking your head into his room. Hyunjin chuckled, turning around to face you "What is it, lovely?" he asked, setting his pencil between his ear. You tilted your head, staring at Hyunjin's canvas "What was jinnie doing?" you asked, oblivious to his question. Hyunjin shook his head with a fond smile etched on his lips "Jinnie was just sketching tulips, little love," he said, pulling you onto his lap.

You stared at the canvas in awe "It's very pretty Jinnie," you whispered. Hyunjin cooed, "Why thank you, lovely. Now, what do you need me for?" he asked, noticing the plushies in your arms. You gasped, "Oh, right! Daddy, Baba and I are making a fort. Does Jinnie want to help too?" you asked, looking up at him. Hyunjin chuckled, "Definitely. Do you need more blankets and pillows?" he asked, setting his pencil down. You nodded "Yes, please," you said, tucking yourself under Hyunjin's chin.

Hyunjin hummed, holding you close with his eyes shut "My beautiful little love," he whispered. You giggled, kissing his nose "Jinnie, I need to go," you whispered back. Hyunjin shook his head "Just a little longer," he whispered, melting into your presence. "Otay," you whispered, leaning your head against the crook of his neck. Hyunjin sighed, opening his eyes "Okay lovely. I'll go prepare the things," he said, loosening his hold. You nuzzled his cheek "Otay, Jinnie. See you later," you said, walking out the door.

The front door swung open. You giggled "Mama!" you squealed, running towards Minho. "Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules about running indoors, cupcake," he nagged, setting the groceries on the kitchen counter. You whimpered, "I'm sorry, mama," you said, walking towards him. Minho sighed, "It's fine, baby. Mind telling me what's got you all excited?" he asked, taking out the ingredients from the bag. You bounced on your heel "We're making a fort. Can mama help too?" you asked, holding Gyu closer.

Minho nodded, folding the bag aside "Sure, baby. Let mama and appa put back the groceries then we can start," he said, opening the fridge. You tilted your head "Appa went out with mama?" you asked. Jisung grunted, holding the bags in his arms "Yes, sweetheart. Your mama bought me out with him," he sighed, setting the groceries down. Minho scoffed, "You're making me sound like I forced you out. You volunteered," he said, crossing his arms. Jisung stretched his shoulders "Yes, hyung," he said, clearing the groceries.

Minho rolled his eyes, placing the dish soap under the sink. "Your mama is a menace of a man," Jisung whispered, setting the bag to its pile. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Mama what's a menace?" you asked, looking towards Minho. Just as Minho was about to reply, Chan covered your ears "Nope, you don't need to know, little one. Come help daddy with the pillows," he said, redirecting your attention. You nodded, "Otay, daddy," you said, letting Chan guide you back to the semi-finished fort.

"Do you have any other plushies you want in the fort, agi?" Changbin asked, setting Gyu between the pillows. You shook your head, "Nope," you said, popping the 'p'. Changbin chuckled, patting your head, "Alright, baby," he said, making sure the fort was stable enough for you to enter. "I heard something about a fort," Jeongin said, popping his head in the living room. You gasped, speed walking towards Jeongin "Ninnin," you said, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He cooed, "Hello, angel," he said, stroking your hair. You looked up "Ninnin come alone?" you asked, tilting your head. "Unfortunately, no. Felix and Seungmin hyung are here too," Jeongin sighed, holding you close. You giggled, "Mommy and Dada here?" you asked, burying your face into his hoodie. He nodded, "Yup, your mommy is probably plating up the brownies he made as we speak," he said, rubbing your cheeks. Your eyes sparkled, "Mommy made brownies?" you asked, thumping your feet against the floor.

Felix cooed, "How did you know?" he teased, overhearing your conversation with Jeongin. You giggled, squirming out of Jeongin's arms to Felix's "Mommy!" you cheered, nuzzling into his warmth. Felix chuckled, lifting you up slightly "Hey there, sunshine," he said, spinning you around. You squealed, holding onto Felix tight, "Naur," you screamed, joy bubbling within the room. Felix laughed, setting you down, "You're so cute, sunshine," he said, booping your nose. You whined, covering your nose "Don't boop, it's sensitive," you complained.

Seungmin sighed, pulling you away from Felix "Stop bullying the poor munchkin," he said, kissing your nose. Felix rolled his eyes fondly, "Sure," he said, ruffling Seungmin's hair. You giggled, patting Seungmin's hair to its original glory. Seungmin chuckled, "Thank you, munchkin," he said, patting your head. You smiled, "You're welcome, Dada," you said, nuzzling into Seungmin's chest. Jisung gasped, "Why does he get our little sweetheart?" he shouted, pointing at Seungmin. "Maybe it's because I'm the best caregiver in this house," Seungmin sassed, holding you tight.

Jisung fell to his knees, holding his chest "Baby is that true?" he sobbed dramatically. You shook your head vigorously, "That's not true. Baba stop lying," you scolded, hitting Seungmin's shoulder. Seungmin chuckled, wincing "Baba's sorry, munchkin," he said, rubbing your arms. You huffed, "I'll forgive Baba if he gives Appa a kiss," you said, staring at Jisung's faux unconscious body. Seungmin grimaced, "But munchkin," he whined, staring at Jisung's jutting lips. You shook your head, "No buts," you said, getting off Seungmin's lap.

Seungmin sighed, cupping Jisung's face "Get your dumbass up," he whispered. Jisung smiled, "No," he whispered back, puckering his lips. Seungmin scoffed, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek "Fine," he said, pressing his lips with Jisung. You giggled, "Appa and Dada are kissing!" you cheered, causing the rest of your caregivers to turn your way. Felix laughed, clutching his stomach at the sight. Minho sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose "Really? Right in the living room," he said, walking away. Hyunjin snorted, setting up the fairy lights "Naughty little love, aren't you?" he said, staring at you.

You blinked, shrugging your shoulders "Nope, I'm always good," you said, holding a pillow against your chest. Felix chuckled, wiping the stray tears away "Gosh, sunshine. Where did you learn that from?" he asked, pulling you onto his lap. You curled up against his chest, "I don't speak English," you slurred, laying your face on his chest. Felix smiled, "Oh then, 한국어 괜찮아요? (Is Korean okay?)," he asked, stroking your hair. You giggled, playing with the hem of his sleeves "네엄마, 괜찮아요 (Yes mommy, Korean is okay)," you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows.

Felix cooed, rocking your sleepy body "Don't sleep yet, sunshine," he said, patting your cheek. You whined, rubbing your eyes. Hyunjin chuckled, "Don't you want to see your fort, lovely?" he asked, taking your hand in his. You gasped, sitting up "Fort done?" you asked, looking up at Hyunjin. He nodded, helping you up "Come on and see," he said, leading you to the entrance of the fort. Fairy lights decorate the borders. Pillows and blankets formed an arch with a tent stick in between. "Do you like it?" Changbin asked, cracking the joints in his neck.

You nodded "Can everybody fit in there?" you asked, looking at Changbin. He smiled, "Of course, they can. Minho hyung will bring out dinner in a bit," he said, checking the structure once more. "Dinner in the fort?" you asked, eyes gleaming from the fairy lights. Minho cooed, holding a tray of dishes "Yes, my dear cupcake," he said, setting the tray in the middle of the fort. "Why don't you go choose your spot? We'll join you in a bit," Changbin encouraged. You giggled, "Otay," you said, finding a place near Gyu. "I want to sit next to Gyu," you said, hugging the Munchlax.

Chan walked in, chuckling "Good choice, little one. Boys, it's dinner time," he called out, sitting next to you. Jisung whined, "I haven't held the baby since yesterday" he sulked, trudging his feet. You pursed your lips, "Appa sit next to Gyu," you said, patting the spot. Jisung gasped, "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, sitting down. Soon everyone found their places around the tray. "Your cooking never disappoints, hyung," Felix said, taking a mouthful. Minho smirked, "As it shouldn't," he said, setting some fruits on your plate.

You chewed on your meal, sleep dawning upon you quickly. Chan cooed as you nodded off with your puffy cheeks "Little one, swallow the food in your mouth," he whispered, rubbing your back. You forced your eyes open, clearing the food stuffed in your cheeks. Jisung chuckled, "Is our baby getting sleepy?" he asked, staring at your drowsy features. You shook your head, biting into a slice of watermelon. Hyunjin took a few pictures, knowing well enough that he had to send them into their group chat right after. "Such a cutie," Changbin whispered, drinking his water.

"Channie hyung, lay them down," Minho said, setting the tray by the entrance of the fort. Chan nodded, lightly making you lie down "Cozy up, little one," he whispered, tucking your plush under your arms. Felix hummed, rubbing your sides "Sweet dreams, sunshine," he whispered, kissing your cheek. "Are we going to sleep early too?" Jeongin asked, checking the time. Jisung shook his head "I don't think so," he said, wrapping his arms around Felix's waist. Chan smiled, "The TV is right in front of us. Why don't we watch something?" he proposed.

"Yeah. How about something Disney?" Felix asked, snuggling against Jisung. "I'm fine with that," Changbin said, holding Gyu in his arms. Seungmin nodded "Me too," he said, sitting between Changbin and Chan. Minho grabbed the remote, "Disney it is," he said, looking through the movies. You nuzzled your face into your plush, drawing silent coos from your caregivers. "Let's not put the volume that high, agree?" Hyunjin asked, brushing your hair from your face. "Agree," they said in tandem, staring at you with adoration and love.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Thirsty Frank hours? Well, perfect time to send this.

Imagine... you've always been a little insecure (weight, looks, whatever) and have a particularly hard day. Frank senses your distress and want to make you feel better.

And ehm... He does make you feel reeeealy good 😏

Can just imagine him being so soft, tender, talking you through it and just... God, just being wrapped in his arms 🫠❤️

|| Reminder ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: readers insecurities, soft supportive Frank, fingering, p in v unprotected sex.

A/n: thank you so very much for this ask @munsonownsmyass I've read so many mirror sex fics but I thought fuck it, I wanted to do my own with Frank! I swear this man talking sense into you in that rough and sweet way he has would fix me forever.

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You're barely in the door, late getting back, having had an absolute shitter of a day and feeling like you just want to curl up in bed and cry about it. Frank’s already home and waiting for you, you don't even need to say anything. He knows you, inside and out. He can tell when the crushing weight of your thoughts is dragging you down and he can help lighten them.

Still, you turn away as his eyes meet yours, darkest brown and always so penetrating, stripping you bare. Sometimes you think you can't face him when you're like this, but then he sidles up next to you, his hand curling around the back of your head and holding you as he plants a light kiss on your forehead and the barriers you're ready to put up crumble.

"Hey, c'mere and tell me what's wrong." His fingers stroke over your hair and you lean against him burying your face into the soft brushed cotton of his hoodie. He smells like home and although it doesn't lift your heavy mood entirely, it helps. Frank wraps you in his arms letting you decompress a little before he'll press you any further. He leans down, laying a peck on your cheek before he guides you to sit down with him on the couch.

"It's just-" you want to tell him but it suddenly all seems stupid as the words are forming in your mouth. Frank is watching you patiently, his gaze soft and open as he lets you take all the time you need.

You sigh and try again. "We were trying on outfits, the girls and I, for Marci's wedding… and the others, they looked so beautiful and effortlessly gorgeous in everything, and I-"

You pull at a fraying thread of your sleeve and huff, angry at yourself as tears begin to well in your eyes.

"Baby, you look gorgeous in everything too."

You sit up, shaking your head. "No I don't. I just look like I'm playing dress up with my mom's clothes or something. I hate the way everything looks on me, I hate how I feel. Like everyone's staring at me because I look so dumb…"

Frank's brow forms into a deep furrow as you berate yourself, he won't stand for that shit.

"Hey, where's all this coming from? You're fuckin' beautiful darlin', I say it all the damn time but you gotta know it's the truth."

He pulls you onto his lap, gently wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

"Th-they just all seem so strong and don't give a shit what people think. I can't do that, I don't know how. I've never liked how I look, or felt confident or anything… urgh, and now I'm just whining to you about it like a pathetic idiot! I'm sorry, I shouldn't- I'll go away..."

You go to get up from him but he gently clasps his hand around your wrist.

"If you wanna be alone that's okay I'll let you be, but I've got somethin' I need to show you sweetheart, if you'll let me."

You look at him, confused about what he could want to show you. He's got those big pleading puppydog eyes trained on you but underneath there's something else…

"W-what?"

He stays close to you as he rises, taking your hand in his, leading you to your bedroom and standing you opposite the wardrobe mirror in front of him.

"Oh, Frank, no please…" You cringe, turning away from your reflection but he catches you in his arms, reassuring you as he urges you to face yourself.

"Baby, I need you to see what I see." He strokes the back of his knuckles down the outside of your arm, his other hand around your waist and his head resting lightly in the space between your neck and shoulder. His lips brush a kiss to the bare skin revealed by your loose sweater.

"Look at this woman I got." He begins, and you can see him looking at all of you. Eyes flickering over every inch of you as if you were naked in front of him. "She's a goddess."

You roll your eyes, body sagging in his hold. "No she isn't."

Frank stares you down in the mirror. "You callin' me a liar?" He actually seems slightly hurt as you sigh again, then a dark look of determination crosses his features. You know you're in for it now, whatever it is.

“What I see right here in front of me, is the strongest, most confident woman that I ever laid eyes on. You see that girl taking any shit from me? Baby, all those assholes I take down in the Kitchen, they ain’t got nothin’ on you, I ain’t scared of them, but you… Christ, you’ve got me whipped.”

He holds you around the waist, his big hands warm through your clothes as his lips graze your ear. "You think you don’t look good? I’m tellin’ you, you look goddamn fucking gorgeous to me just the way you are, wearin’ what you’re wearin’.”

His tone drops an octave as he moves his hands down and hooks his fingers under the hem of your sweater, pulling it up over your head. “An’ you look good not wearin’ anything at all too…”

His fingers trail down the bare sides of your ribcage as you bring your arms back down, wrapping them around yourself. You try to shy away as his fingers come up to trace your collarbone and slowly down the cup of your bra, unraveling your arms and placing them down by your sides exposing you as he goes.

“Fuck, look at you sweetheart, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I'm thinkin' that my baby girl needs a little reminder..."

You bite on your bottom lip as he drifts his hands to the button of your pants, undoing it and pulling the zip down slow like he’s unwrapping a precious gift. His fingers tease at the waistband of your panties as you feel the hardening shape of his cock pressed up through his jeans against your ass.

"Mm, yeah that's all you." He says, his gruff voice driving straight down to your core as he works your pants off down your legs and helps you step out of them.

"That’s what you do to me… and this ass?" His hands are all over you as he marks your soft flesh with his teeth while he's down there, making you gasp as he kisses and soothes over it and continues placing adoring kisses up over the curve of your ass cheek as he works his way up your spine.

"Frank…"

"You want me to stop?" He asks you quietly, laying another soft kiss as he reaches the base of your neck.

You glance at the two of you in the mirror. This terrifying beast of a man to most is curled around your body, holding you, touching you, intent on showing you how much he adores you. Were you going to let your insecurities get in the way of that?

"No." You commit. Deep down you know that you need this.

He nods and unzips his hoodie, taking both it and his t-shirt off revealing the canvas of scars littering his massive upper body. His own imperfections that you can never see as such. He unhooks your bra, sliding the straps down over your shoulders, following on one side with his mouth letting it drop from your arms to the floor. A sweet warmth builds within at the sensation of his skin against yours. That basic, unshakable thought that Frank is your home.

He feels the softening in you, the corner of his mouth pulling up a little as he runs his hands up the outsides of your thighs, over your hips and stomach. One hand smoothes up your chest to gently cup one of your breasts, while the other moves south, cupping your sex through your underwear. Your eyes half-close as you let him take you over.

"There's my girl." He growls as he slips his hand beneath the thin cotton of your panties, fingertips meeting the slick pooling of your arousal there. He slides his fingers through your folds, spreading the moisture around before taking your ruined underwear off and sitting down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, still facing the mirror. He lifts you onto his lap like you weigh nothing, the muscles in his arms are thick and prominent, and god if that doesn't turn you on even more.

You watch as he parts your legs, placing them on the outside of his own. He drags his fingers along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, up and up to circle around the apex of them, and you're unable to draw your eyes away from the glistening of your own exposed cunt as he touches you there. Your breathing picks up, becoming shallow while he simultaneously runs a finger and thumb over your hardening nipples, playing with and gently pinching at them. A smile spreads on his gorgeous lips as a small moan leaves your throat, your body arching, your leg muscles twitching and the throbbing pulse behind your clit ever growing with the slow pass of his talented fingers.

"That's it beautiful," He praises, his stubble scratching along the side of your face as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. He dips his middle finger into your soaking entrance, reveling in the sweet sounds you make as he pushes it slow, in and out of your pussy.

Your own hand covers his on your breast, urging him to squeeze and grope. He's rock hard underneath you now and you're getting so wet that you're soaking into the crotch of his jeans, but even so, he's intent on concentrating solely on your pleasure.

He takes his fingers away and you look up, bereft, only to see him bring them up to his mouth to suck your juices from them. You've almost forgotten how you got here.

"Taste so good baby, you know I can't ever get enough of you." He pushes two fingers inside you this time, encouraging your loud moans along with his gentle kisses up the side of your neck.

"You seein' what I'm seein' now?" he drawls, looking at your reflection. “My strong, powerful, gorgeous lady makin’ me weak for her?”

He’s a fucking liar, you think, your mouth starting to stretch into a satisfied smile. Frank Castle would give you the world if he could, you don’t make him do anything he doesn't want to. That thought gives you momentary pause, he wants you. He has always wanted you, right from the beginning.

"Fuck Frank, you always, -uhh, know exactly what to say… mmm!" You whimper and moan as he fucks you so slowly and lovingly with his fingers. He kisses and mouths at that spot just below your ear as he curls them, searching for that place inside you that will shatter you into a thousand pieces.

"It's just the truth, baby."

He's watching you in the mirror the whole time. Your eyes meet his and you reach a hand back to grasp him behind his neck, your fingertips scratching at the fuzz of short hair there while the fingers of your other hand grip and dig into the muscles of his thick thigh, nails probably bruising his skin through the denim.

His other hand leaves the plush flesh of your breast to massage the pearl of your clit and you move counter to his ministrations, bucking your hips in time with the steady rhythm he sets.

"Attagirl, take what you need, princess." The low timbre of his voice feels like another caress and has your eyes almost fluttering shut as you let him worship you. You see the way he looks at you in the mirror, enraptured by your body writhing in his arms, those dark eyes drinking in every ounce of your pleasure.

"More, Frank," it's not a request. His breath matches yours as he works to bring you to a climax. You're beautiful, stunning, my fuckin' wildest dream in all his hushed, gasped words of praise spoken against your heated skin. Your legs shake when he adds a third finger, slick, wet and noisy as he pumps them firmly. Both your lips and legs part wider as you can feel the tangled knot deep within you about to blissfully unravel. Your clit feels so sensitive and the way his finger glides and flicks over it is maddening, it's right on the edge of wanting to push him away, but Frank won't stop for anything.

"Oh! Frank, god- oh fuck-"

"Yeah that's it baby. Please darlin', let me see you." Frank Castle doesn't plead for anyone other than you.

It hits you then, coming in his lap with absolute and pure pleasure bursting through your core and spreading out in pulses through the rest of your shuddering, sweat-sheened body. Frank's mouth roves over your neck and the side of your face until you turn to meet it with your own, tongues sliding against each other as you reach your climax. He doesn't stop, only slowing down to let you ride out the thick satisfying waves that follow.

You could lie back in his arms like this for the rest of the night but you're desperate to thank him. Of course he protests, says he doesn't need taking care of but when you get up and turn around, unbuckle that belt, ease him out of his pants and take him inside you he's the one at your mercy.

You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, face to face now, every little sign of his deep love for you written there so plainly. The dark black of his expanded pupils as they lock on yours, the slight curl of his lip as he grunts, swears almost every curse he knows as you ride him. It's barely half a dozen frantic thrusts of your hips until he's spilling inside you with an unguarded moan, his fingers pressing into the flesh around your hips and your foreheads pressed together as you both struggle to catch your breath.

He falls back on the bed and you go along with him. All of your hangups are forgotten as you lie together, basking in the afterglow with his arms around you.

He kisses you on the top of your head. It's such a simple gesture but it makes your heart swell.

"You need any more reminding of just how amazin' you are? Just gotta give me a few minutes and I'll do it all goddamn night."

You smile wide, softly shaking your head. "You did a pretty good job of that Frank, but the moment I need you I'll be sure to let you know."

"That's right. I'm always here for you baby. You just tell me and I'll do whatever I can to help, alright?"

You nod and your lips brush his shoulder in a kiss. "Thank you, I mean it. You're so good to me."

He squeezes you tight. "How about we go get cleaned up and I'll order us some pizza for dinner. That sound good?"

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[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness V /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: Death of a character.

Word Count: 2K

Notes: Wow, chapter 5 already, I can only thank you all for the support, you guys are amazing, love you ❤️

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Saying that Azriel was scared, was a gentle way to address his feelings, he was terrified, and the thought of moving to a completely different place, filled with strangers ready to judge him was driving him insane, Y/N reassured him that Loralen would be waiting, she even invited his brothers and Feyre to join them and meet Thera.

All of them were wearing the best Night Court fashion, Feyre was wearing her crown, a floor-length dress, a deep black with some silver spots to represent the night sky, Rhysand also had his crown and a black suit, matching his High Lady, Cassian had his hair in a bun, his new leathers hugging his toned body, Rhysand tried to convince him to wear something else but he refused. Azriel was wearing black pants, truth teller strapped to his thigh, a grey shirt with the sleeves rolled all the way to his elbows, showing a trace of tattoos, the first buttons open and his siphons glowing lightly.

"You have a little bit of saliva here, might want to clean it up before someone else notices." Evanore whispered in Y/N's ear, her sweet giggle made the brunette female roll her eyes, Azriel was a handsome male, seeing him wearing something that wasn't his leathers was quite a view, he had a side smile while he listened to something that Feyre said, his wings proudly behind his back, the shirt tighten around his muscles, he was a handsome male but he was her High Lord, nothing more.

"It's time to go." Y/N said, loud and clear, everyone turned her way, and she could see the anxious expressions, she was feeling anxious herself, she wanted to go home, back to her life, and get ready for war. They made a circle, holding each other's hands while Evanore transported them, it took only a few seconds and they were in front of a huge mansion. "Welcome to Tornan Manor, the High Lord's house."

The manor was beautiful, the front garden was like a little maze with a fountain in the middle of the garden, tall trees, maybe with thousands of years, adorned the sides of the heavy gates, and a stone trail led the way from the gate to the double stairs, Elain would love a garden like this, Feyre thought to herself. The exterior was made of stone, many windows were open and they could see a glass part, a greenhouse filled with indoor plants.

The oak doors opened as they walked towards it, things were even more pretty inside, grey walls and a marble floor, adorned with fancy paintings and black furniture, even if the place was so dark, still seemed so alive as they walked, Y/N guided the way to a huge staircase, the second floor had the same colors as the first one, big chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the way.

"This place is wonderful, you're lucky Az." Cassian said, his eyes scanning every corner of the house, the female kept walking until she turned left, crossing an arch on the wall, they were met with a hallway filled with closed doors, Evanore ran past them, opening one of the doors and disappearing.

"This is the dormitory wing of the Manor, it was requested that the rooms were prepared for you." She stopped in front of a door. "This is your room Cassian. You can get ready for our meal later in here." She opened the door, a big bed in the middle of the room, large windows from the floor to the ceiling, dark curtains, a fireplace with some seats in front of it, and two doors inside that led to the bathroom and the closet, a desk in the right corner and some shelves filled with books.

"Thank you." The general spoke before closing his door, the other rooms were pretty much the same, the High Lord and Lady got a room next to Cassian's and Azriel in front of him, they were all instructed to enjoy some time before they reunited again for a meal together with the High Lord of Shadows.

As everyone closed their doors, Y/N rushed through the hallway, her eager hands pushing the double doors to Loralen's room open, the Lord sat at his desk, writing something, his head slowly turning her way, a smile forming on his lips as he spotted her.

"My dear, you're back." She walked to him, giving him a tight hug before sitting at his side. "Missed having you with me on my daily studies." She smiled.

"I found him!" His eyes more quickly than ever looked at her again, tears slowly filling his hazel eyes. "He's here, with the High Lord from the Night Court, maybe you want to join us for a meal?" He nodded.

"Of course my dear, we have a lot to discuss, can you send someone to prepare me a bath? I have to be presentable for our guests." She giggled, getting up and kissing the top of his head.

"l'll send someone." 30 minutes later, Y/N was leaving her room, after getting everything ready for the evening, she was finally ready to join. She was wearing a black mid-length dress, thin straps, and a flowy skirt, her hair in a braid and her dagger on her thigh, she entered the room and everyone noticed how light she seemed here, her shoulders less tense and her features less harsh, Azriel's eyes drifted to her cleavage, a pink scar laying there, disappearing in the fabric and her right arm had a tattoo, from her wrist to her shoulder, the black ink made her even more beautiful, he wondered how he haven't noticed it before.

Azriel nervously looked to the door, he was informed that Loralen would be joining them, his palms were sweating as he waited to meet his grandfather, the doors opened and a man stood on the side.

"The High Lord Loralen from The Court of Shadows." He announced and an old fae entered the room, Azriel immediately noticed that he looked like his mother, his grey hair and hazel eyes were somehow familiar, they stood up, bowing to him and the old man slowly walked to the empty seat in the head of the table, he smiled and motioned for the others to sit as well.

"It's so good to have you all here, especially you, my grandson, Azriel." He felt weird as he listened to the old fae, he never thought about his mother's family, let alone thought that he would meet his grandfather. "As you may know, my time here is ending and you're soon to be High Lord, you will have all the help you need and I'm sure we can count on the High Lord to help you with anything you may need." Rhys nodded.

"Let the feast begin then." He snapped his fingers and all types of foods appeared on the table, the evening was fun, the food was good, the wine exceptional and the talking was pleasable, Loralen talked about Eletha and court duties, and everyone shared a history or two, Az felt his heart squeezing happily as he watched the family he chose interact with his family by blood.

His brothers noticed how relaxed he seemed, listening to his mother's childhood stories, his eyes shining brightly as he felt closer to her like she was there with him, Rhysand was also quick to notice the shy glances Y/N directed him, smiling openly as the High Lord talked, her eyes would watch Azriel's smile and her cheeks would get red, quickly looking down afraid of being caught. As the night got closer, Loralen invited Azriel for a walk while Y/N led them to a living room so they continued the talk with more good wine.

"It's like having Eletha again, you look a lot like your mother." The old fae spoke, they were walking in a huge library, filled with so many unknown books, Azriel's shadows danced around frantically, exploring the place.

"I only remember a couple of things about her, I was really young when she died." He said, the tears still threatening to spill, he was on the verge of tears all day, even if he never stepped on this place before, something felt familiar, weirdly, he felt as if this was his home as much as the night court was, the feeling that he truly belonged here filled his chest.

"She was my light, I never wanted to find her more than when I learned she had a son, I was a grandfather, I wanted to meet you and I'm glad I'm still alive." He turned to Azriel, his hands grabbing Az's. " Can I give you a hug?" Azriel nodded and the fae pulled him closer, Azriel had to hold back a sob as he let himself enjoy the warm embrace of his grandfather.

"What if I can't do it?" He allowed himself to be vulnerable just this time. "What if I'm not able to be a good High Lord? What if I let people down?" The man looked at Azriel, his eyes filled with affection towards him, they sat in front of a window, looking at the stars and the moon that illuminated everything outside, Loralen was still holding Azriel's hands and for the first time in years, he didn't feel uncomfortable with it.

"It's not easy, I'm afraid to do things wrong all the time, I felt so guilty when we almost lost the battle all those years ago, I am afraid of not being enough, it's a scary job, but only you can do it, and having people you trust by your side makes things easier, I don't know anything about your relationship with the night court members, but I can feel that they will be by your side no matter what, you just have to be courageous enough to ask for help, asking for help it's not a sign of weakness, it only means you want to be better." Azriel smiled, the words bringing some comfort to his wild thoughts, he could do it.

"Thank you, this really means a lot to me, knowing that you trust me enough to give me with your crown." The man smiled too.

"This doesn't belong to anyone else, you're the only one strong enough to carry the weight of being High Lord." Azriel kept quiet, contemplating his words, his shadows laying peacefully around the two males. "Your shadows, they are a part of our dynasty, only the Malthalions have shadows they can manipulate and talk to, you're the last one that I see having them." Azriel smiled proudly at them.

"Wow, I had no idea this was a family thing, I thought they just liked me." They laughed and talked a little while before Azriel escorted him to his chambers and went to meet his family.

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"If Evanore can make us travel that fast, why do you still need to do some research?" Cassian asked, his cheeks red from the wine, they were sitting in a circle, talking about the future.

"It's not that simple, I have to be present to be able to transport you, what we want is to make that travel possible without a witch around to do the work." Eva explained, her hand brushing the white strand away from her face.

"That would be good, I don't think I can winnow this far." Rhys laughed, being joined by the others, Azriel opened the doors, Feyre was leaning on Rhyand's shoulder in a double seat couch, Cassian was comfortable in an armchair, Y/N and Evanore sat together on a couch similar to the one Rhys and Fey were, Y/N was resting her feet on Eva's lap, all of their eyes landing on Azriel when it happened.

The manor trembled, and everyone could feel the change in the atmosphere, Azriel reeked of magic, his shadows resting around him, lethal and ready to strike, a golden crown appearing in his head, that could only mean something, Loralen was dead, Azriel was officially the High Lord.

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Taglist: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @fieldofdaisiies @devilsfoodcake22

[greensagephase]

Hi!!! First, how are youu??! I hope you are doing find. Second, I LOVE NON VIOLENT COMMUNICATION SO FREAKING MUCH!! I mean honestly, majestic piece of work. I would frame it or printed out to have it in a really cute book in my shelf. You are amazing.

Also, I find it adorable when you apologise for the word count, because it is like: non sense, I want moorre, gimme all the words your brain creates into this beautiful poetry. Really, it is amazing.

Lastly, I hope I am not overstepping, but, do you have any advice on how to start writing? Because I've had this idea for months, and I feel like it is really good. But I sometimes can't find the way to translate the things I picture in my brain to paper, you know? So, I just wanted to ask you, because your story really made me want to write mine.

Anyway, love yaaa. You don't have to answer if you don't want to ❤️. Apologies for my English, it isn't my first language

Hiii, V!!! I’m doing great today, thank you!! I hope you’re having a fantastic day/night!! (Also, sorry for taking a moment to reply to your ask but I wanted to sit down and make sure what I'm saying makes sense regarding the writing!)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 🥹 You’re so sweet, truly!!! I’m screaming about the framing or printing out the story into a book 😭 (lowkey, I might do that once the fic is done as it’s my best writing so far and I’m proud of it, so thank you for the idea)!! You’re too kind!!!🥺

And aww, thank you!! The word count always makes me feel guilty! I feel like in a way, I’m forcing readers to read long chapters, even though I know I’m not forcing anyone physically. I have a few readers who always reassure me it’s okay, so I’m slowly learning to accept that some of my chapters are and might continue to be longer than the average length of fanfic chapters lol!

As to the last bit, you’re not overstepping at all!! I’m so happy you’re writing your own fic, and I’m so, so touched that NC made you want to write it!!!! Seriously, this alone made my day!! Thank you!!

On how to start writing (I apologize for how long my response is but hopefully I can be somewhat helpful), I have some advice and I’m also sharing my own process for writing a NC chapter specifically since the process is more concrete than it is for my other short and standalone pieces.

One, I recommend simply starting!! I was reluctant to write my first ATSV work because I hadn’t written fanfic in many years and all I had been writing was either academic or for my original novels (not published but I hope one day they are). From experience, I also know posting fanfic online is or can be a commitment. I never want to be a writer that leaves a fic halfway done because as a fanfic reader, I’ve experienced that pain too many times 😭, so I knew if I posted anything that was longer than one part, I was going to stick with it no matter the ups and downs of my life. Ultimately, I decided to push past everything, even though I had nothing beyond the first chapter of this initial idea. I had an itch and needed to scratch it, so I gave in and literally wrote it on a car ride in my notes app lol not caring if I even posted it. That work is not published, it never was (it’s still on my notes app and it’ll probably stay there forever lol), but it helped me immensely with finding my voice and getting comfortable writing fanfic again. A few days after writing that, I was working on the first NC chapter! So, just start writing and don’t think about it. Brain dump everything on a page that you have so far without worrying about how well it’s written yet!

Two, I recommend doing a writing exercise. It doesn’t have to be about your fanfic, just write about something and get your writing juices going. Sometimes we overthink and it’s the one thing holding us back! You can easily find some short writing prompts on here, so if you’re interested in that, just search some up! This helps warm you up and once again, get more comfortable with writing.

My process:

Consider using outlines. I use these especially with NC because it’s a multiple parts work and has a clear story line. These are the best thing ever! I've also seen other people use mind maps, but I prefer outlines because they're more organized in my opinion.

I start the outline with the “bones” or foundation of the work. These are the main points/events of the writing piece. This is anything from a big event like an action moment with a villain to a character chilling alone on a rooftop, but they can also be pieces of dialogue that are essential to the chapter. I usually have some snippets already planned out in my head, so I go ahead and include those in this part. So I start by doing this, writing each point in chronological order, at least the way it starts out. Sometimes it changes with new main points being added or some omitted during the process and later on in editing. That’s okay! But either way, writing the events in chronological order helps keep everything organized and allows me to physically see the layout/flow of the chapter so far, and make changes to it.

I then go back and add the “meat.” This is all the details surrounding the main point that I have in mind already. This part becomes bigger once I've laid out the first layer of details.

Here’s an example from one of my old outlines, please excuse the handwriting and how messy it may seem. Usually I’m planning and writing all my thoughts in a rush because my brain is thinking faster than my hand is moving lol (I’m like “write that down, write that down!”)

The main point is that Miguel wakes up. Everything else is the meat of that scene and you can see I even have that one snippet of dialogue that I had stuck in my brain.

When I get to the writing on my laptop, I follow my outline and by the end of a writing session, I have a scene that I’m happy with. I do go back and edit, and usually this is when I do my best ✨magic.✨ I think the reason for that is that the idea/scene is not stuck in my head anymore and I can focus entirely on the other details that truly capture the mood of the scene perfectly to how I see it play out in my head, down to how the characters are sitting and looking at each other to the weather outside. This is why I highly suggest that you just write what you have so far and allow your brain to do its magic, it'll help you capture your story from brain to paper!

I hope this helps a bit! And of course, don’t stress too much on it! Writing should be fun and not stressful! Be kind to your writing and have fun creating!

Once you post your fanfic, pls tag me! 😊 I'm trying to read more fanfic these days, so I'd love to read yours! And if you have other questions that I can help you with, send them my way! I’m not an expert but sometimes just talking with someone helps a lot! Also, no need to apologize about your English!! It’s great!!! 🥰 I hope you have a great weekend, V!! 💞💞

[k0kichiimagines]

Skdhajdjsjadbnwbs bad ending ew *COUGHS AGGRESSIVELY* HELL NAH, I STILL NEED TO DO 3 MORE TO BE DONE WITH SAEYOUNG I'M-

SJDBS

Can I get Saeyoung with an S/O who tends to fake their emotions through difficult situations? (Toxic family/y'know that part with the bomb, they seemed calm but inside they were scared but hid it well) and he finds out later when everything was okie dokie-

I noticed I fake smile and laugh a lot when I'm with family that makes me tense but when I'm alone or with people I trust, I usually drop the act slska something like that? They do it so they don't get hurt easily or sum-

Also can I write something for you too? Think of it as a thank you gift for everything skdjah-

Please take your time!! You're doing amazing and I love you!^^ ❤️ /p

I DID THIS SOONER RATHER THEN LATER SINCE YOU SUFFERED THROUGH THAT ROUGH ENDING AND ALL THE DAYS LEADING UP TO IT. AND YOURE DOING MORE AS WELL, TAKE CARE AS WELL

thank you v much for the offer!! if it worked i put it in your ask box!!

ALSO THATS VERY SWEET I LOVE U TOO AND YOURE ALSO DOING AMAZING!! THANK U!! <333 /p

hope you enjoy!!

- mod kokichi

Saeyoung x reader

-> reader who hides their emotions in stressful situations

he does question it a bit during the later days. when you're both preparing to drive off to the mint eye, but you always reassure him you're fine, and your smile is so convincing he just shrugs it off. perhaps you're just very rational, is his thoughts.

you seemed so calm to him. oddly calm for someone with a bomb under their feet, let alone when you consider the hacker that had just smashed through your window moments before. at the time, he ignored it.

perhaps you honestly felt everything would be fine, perhaps it was a denial response, he wasn't sure, and honestly he felt even just thinking your name made his heart feel funny, so he avoided the thought entirely. he focused on his work. (as best he can with all the calls from you)

you didnt even react to his attempts at getting you to give up on him, at his harsh words or straight up blanking. nothing.

it slipped his mind after that. the next few days were a whirlwind of a mess. he only makes a lighthearted comment afterwards, having exhaustedly sighed and rested his head on your shoulder while you held him. "how d'you always manage to stay so calm... you should teach me one day, I'll be the most diligent student."

it's only then you kind of make an 'ehhhh....' noise in reply, and he goes to look at you questioningly. you confess that you're not as calm and unphased as he once thought - of course you were absolutely terrified throughout the whole ordeal, you felt paranoid and miserable in that apartment at times.

he kind of just blinks at you. he's surprised you managed to appear so calm, but also feels instantly guilty for not working it out sooner and comforting you more during those days. he'll tell you such as well, applauding your skill, but apologising sincerely. he does wonder if this means you've done this before, many times before, which would explain your skill level.

but he doesn't question it now. if and when you wish to tell him about anything from your past he'll be ready to listen.

now he's just more careful on keeping an eye on you. he tries to learn your behaviour and find anything that gives away your emotions. if its over something not so serious then he'll lift you in the air with a declaration that you can't hide your feelings from him! he was the 707 of course.

if it something serious then he's not as intense. he'll reach for your hand and hold it firmly, he silently tells you he's guessed your emotions, and he's here for you, but he won't make you talk if you don't want to. as you two stay for longer and you drop the act more, he's also going to be there for you to rant to or vent to.

no seriously he'll always be there, even if he's busy this man adores you he would drop almost anything to simply say hi and kiss your cheek, let alone if you were upset

[michu-writes]

hello !! i usually just lurk around tumblr but i really love your writings, they're adorable T__T keep up the good work hun<3

wanted to see of its alr to request a camilo and a fem!s/o who is very touch starved and kind of feels unworthy of all the affection he gives? like, she gets flustered easily and the simplest compliments or the corniest pick up lines can make her just forget to function and when he expresses his love verbally, physically or does lil things like remember the most mundane things, listen to her rambling or give her a small trinket — she tears up or just straight up cries LMAO i wanna see how he would react. some self indulgence since thats usually what i become when friends of mine do stuff like that ehe headcanons are fine ^v^

so sorry for the long-ish ask T__T hope you have a great day, remember to stay hydrated and to stay safe always hehe <33 mwah !!

A/N: YES OMG YES OF COURSE <3! Same though like omg pls- I'm always craving physical affection and I LITERALLY MELT WHENEVER PEOPLE GIVE ME AFFECTION OF SOME KIND!! This was easy to write because I do this too </3 /pos. Thank you anon! You're really sweet ^^

Warnings/genre: Fluff, mentions of crying, physical affection, headcanons, mentions of crying, just cutesy stuff :)

Camilo x touch starved!fem!reader

• CAMILO THINKS YOU'RE SO CUTE AND ADORABLE!!

• He LOVES seeing you flustered and embarrassed so knowing that, he keeps complimenting you more and show a lot of affection towards you

• He might seem chill and a tease on the outside, but on the inside he's just "OMFGSOAJXSJSOCUTEAODHSN"

• Every bit of compliments and love he gives you is true though

• Makes sure that you are loved everyday <33

• If you're in denial with all the affection he gives, he'll literally be like "Say sike right now 🔫" /hj

• Seriously though, he'd do anything to cheer you up, and not talk about yourself like that

• When I say forehead kisses, I mean it

• Kisses on the forehead from your Colombian boyfriend are so MMMMM /pos

• Idk why and how, but his kisses are so damn soft for some reason

• I'm not complaining though ❤️

• It's literally the best kisses for comfort in the entire universe Istg

• They're just enough to make you shed a tear

• It makes you think how you even got him as a boyfriend

• Like he's literally too good for you???

• When you cried for the first time, he got so worried and panicked

"(Y/N)?!?! Are you okay??? Did I say something???? Was it too much???? I'm so sorry!!!!!"

• You gotta just kiss him to reassure him that you're okay 👍

• As much as he doesn't like seeing you cry, he still thinks it's cute on how you cry just by simple affection

• ....Yeah he sometimes goes a little overboard by giving you overwhelmingly a lot of love

• HE DOESN'T MEAN IT IN A STRANGE WAY OR ANYTHING, HE JUST THINKS ITS SO CUTE AND ADORABLE

• But if you tell him to stop, he will of course. He's a gentleman :)

• He will always listen to you rambling on about anything, he loves the sound of your voice anyways

• It's music to his ears

• Will always use cheesy pick up lines on you, even in front of others to make you even more flustered

• He adores the look on your after that, he feels so powerful lmao

• So yeah, he's a total tease about it !

[pacifymebby]

Okay so we’re going out tomorrow!! And he’s taking me to do a very active activity so skirts are definitely a no go sadly but I’ve got some pants that make my ass look nice so they’ll just have to do! We’re gonna go to a cafe afterwards and get desserts! Maybe I’ll subtly suggest we go back to his place to watch a movie or something 👀 so that we can have a little privacy. I really want to kiss him again (like so badly omg) but I don’t think I’m big on pda although he seems to not mind considering we were full on making out in the open lmao. Oh lord man I’m whipped hahaha.

The only thing I’m worried about is that I’ve got serious body image issues and that’s part of the reason I’ve never been with someone and like when he was touching me around my hips and my waist I was just too aware of it you know? And obviously it’s only the second date so I don’t think he’s gonna try to go much farther than making out (lmao as much as I’d like to I’ve been waiting long enough). But yeah do you have any advice for not feeling so insecure in intimate situations? I don’t want to freak him out by being like please don’t look at me I hate my body you know? Sorry if this was a little too honest I can’t ask my friends about this kind of stuff. Again thank you for all the help you’re so sweet and you’ve made me feel so supported throughout this!! ❤️❤️ - age gap crush anon

Yo so I kinda wanna know what the active activity is haha. But a dessert date omg I'm so jealous, B has 0 sweet tooth so I have to beg and beg to go on ice cream dates haha.

I'm sure the date/day will just flow naturally. You'll definitely get to kiss him again I'm sure!

I think that like, in terms of feeling self concious and having the body image stuff, the way I get through it is like... He's touching you there because he wants to be touching you there he obviously isn't repulsed by your body, he's obviously attracted to you, if he wasn't he wouldn't be touching you there, he wouldn't be being intimate with you and stuff. Like that kinda thing is what I tell myself all the time. But also, the other thing to remember is that like, he isn't scrutinising your appearance the way you are, and also your body looks totally different from where he is standing than from where you are ya know? Like when you look in a mirror or you look down at yourself, those are different views than the ones he's getting of you? And also he's a man, he's seeing that he fancies u and honestly beyond that, he's not looking at your hips and thinking they are the wrong shape, or like he isn't looking at your waist and critiquing it. He's looking at you thinking wow she's gorgeous.

But also, you can be shy about that, you don't have to hide your nerves and stuff from him, you can say that you're self concious about ur body. From the way he responded to you saying you hadn't kissed anyone before I'm fairly certain he will respond in a supportive manner and not be freaked out or think you're weird. Like if anything he'll just be endeared to you I think.

He seems to have treated you with care this whole time so I should imagine he will continue to do so, and tbh, if you're perusing a relationship with him then being honest with him and just being open about ur feelings like that is for the best. You haven't got to turn around like oh I have all these issues like really detailing everything, you can just tell him you feel self concious or shy about ur body and he'll get it and probably be supportive.

Idk what ur body issues are but if they are anything like mine they won't necessarily disappear. I still get like that a lot when B touches me or like, sees me naked and like, when I tell him I'm feeling like that he's always really soft with me, reassuring me and like, v sds haha. He does shit like kisses the parts of my body I'm feeling shit about, or makes me look in a mirror and like stands with me and like, puts his hands on the places I'm insecure about and tells me I'm beautiful and stuff. Like lads can be really supportive and lovely about this stuff. Your guys not going to drop you because you don't see yourself as being as gorgeous as he sees you?

Hope this helps, please please please give me all the updates and honestly, don't hesitate to ask me for advice or vent at me, I'm glad u can come and talk to me about it ❤️❤️❤️