#but we both know I'm a comfort girl😂

[sunlitsunflowers]

I'm in love with this (I'm in love with you) this is perfect and amazing! I want to live in this fic! I want a hug from Bucky!!💛💛💛

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

The first port of call, whether you intuitively chose it or not, was always going to be Bucky — rain or shine, he was there to lift your spirits, and at that moment, you needed it more than ever. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✾ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✾ 1.8k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✾ Pet names, fluff, angst, comfort ✾ If you want a big hug and a kiss on the forehead from Bucky? this is the fic for you.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✾ I have missed these two, and I know they've been wanted for a little while as well.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ✾ No Milk Today by Joshua James and The Forest Rangers ✾ Crash This Train (Acoustic) by Joshua James

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ✾ @buckybarnesevents Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟰 — Tattoo Artist AU — Masterlist ✾ @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo  —  Forehead Kiss (February) —   Masterlist ✾ @sweetspicybingo Sweetheart Bingo — Heart Of Gold —  Masterlist

𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You hadn’t meant to make your way to 107th Ink — truly, you hadn’t. 

After the exhausting trials and frustrating moments that spanned the entirety of the day, you aimed to make your way back home and sit yourself down on the couch with a pint of ice cream to wind down, your favourite movie playing on the screen while you ate your fill. 

But no. On autopilot, your instincts took you straight to the soon to close shop and parked your car out the very front. 

Through the decorated glass that spanned the front of the shop, you could see Sam — the newest addition to the crew, and Steve. Both of them milled about and performed various duties to close up shop for the night. Peter appeared from a doorway, a broom in hand to sweep the floor. 

You suspected Nat had a hand in making the boys work hard. 

A deep breath made your shoulders rise and fall, then, a small sniffle startled you, and you realised with a jolt that you had started to cry. The fresh burn of tears on your waterline only made you more frustrated — it began a replay of all the events of the day in your mind, from everything going wrong to just plain horrid, bad luck. 

The quiet clinking of your keys was quiet next to your stifled sobs, and you made your way haltingly to the front door of Bucky’s shop, his haven — the epitome of his pride and hard work. 

While you approached, Steve looked up from whatever chore he was doing and smiled, though it was wiped from his face before you could muster something that resembled a smile back. His deep frown only made you whimper, and he made towards the door with a fast jog. 

His lips moved as though he was saying something to Sam and Peter who startled at his hurried movements, before the door swung open with a loud clink from the bell, and he rushed over. “Sunny? What’s happened, sweetheart?”

You furiously blinked back the tears, but it was to no avail. “Just– Just a bad day, Stevie, I’m sorry, I–”

“Nuh-uh, you’re not apologising.” The warmth from his body when he pulled you into his chest was soothing — an all-encompassing embrace. His arms squeezed you against him before he tucked you against his side. “C’mon, let’s get you to Buck.”

The awkward shuffle to the shop entrance made you laugh as your feet stumbled, and Steve smiled heartily as he pulled open the door to usher you inside. Both Peter and Sam looked up from their chores to greet you, but they blanched in unison with worry before Steve shook his head at them. 

You could barely manage a smile at them through the silent tears that still streamed down your cheeks. 

“Sunny, love,” Steve said, pointing towards Bucky’s booth, his other hand resting on your shoulder where he squeezed reassuringly. “He’s just through there, sweetheart.” Louder, he called, “Buck! Your girl is here.”

The soft footfalls from your shoes couldn’t be heard over the music playing on the overhead speakers. Before you reached Bucky’s door, you looked at Steve over your shoulder. “Thanks, Stevie.”

He smiled at you sadly and nodded. “Anytime, sweetheart. Go on now.” 

Your hand pushed open the familiar door to reveal Bucky’s booth. The walls were a deep burgundy, populated with frames of various artworks by the man himself as an ambitious teenager, to the more refined, finessed works of a seasoned artist. 

There was no need to look for your love — Bucky was sitting on his wheeled stool with a stricken expression, lips pulled downwards in a frown and brows pinched as he took in your glossy eyes. “Baby? What–” The stool clattered backwards with the speed he stood up, and you sobbed as he hugged you. “Oh, baby girl, c’mere—you’re alright.”

Bucky held you tight, one hand splayed over the small of your back, and the other rubbed up and down between your shoulders. The soft brush of his lips over your forehead tickled, but he never ceased the constant reassurances and soothing words; how he was relieved you came to see him instead of going straight home to wallow. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, still sniffling as you rested your cheek against him. “I didn’t mean to butt in–”

“No, that’s enough,” he interrupted. “‘M here for whatever and whenever you need me, sweetheart. I promised you and that will never change.” There was another kiss pressed to your forehead — you couldn’t voice just how it filled you with an unwavering sense of comfort.

“But–”

“That wasn’t up for discussion, baby—now lemme hold you, I know you love hugs.”

You sighed, defeated. “Okay.”

His lips pressed harder against your forehead, a firm kiss that trailed to your temple and back; the cycle repeating on itself. The creak of his leather boots sounded while he rocked the two of you gently side to side. 

Moments passed in his embrace, when he suddenly said, “Why don’t I cheer you up a lil’? Then we can talk—I just wanna see my girl smile again.” 

In lieu of an answer, you squeezed your arms around him, and he took the initiative to walk you both towards the padded, tattoo chair. The papers that were scattered over the base of the seat were piled neatly onto his equipment cabinet, and he hummed along to the song that played from the speaker connected to his phone as he moved around. 

“What are you going to do?” you asked, watching him curiously. 

“I am gonna make you smile,” Bucky teased, a smirk on his lips. “It’ll be a surprise. But I need you in my lap, alright?” Without waiting for your reply, he jumped up onto the chair and hung his legs off either side — a tattooed hand slapped the space between his thighs in an invitation to sit. “C’mere.”

With only an ounce of hesitation, you moved to sit between his thighs — your back pressed to his chest and his chin sat tucked in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. The stubble from his beard tickled your skin, making you giggle quietly. “There’s my girl, huh? Alright, it’s a good thing you’re wearin’ a dress today.”

You looked at him quizzically over your shoulder. “What–?”

“I’m gonna draw on your thighs, jus’ somethin’ small,” he murmured while he dug through the draws of his supplies. There were glimpses of paint brushes and pens, fine line points to broad, chiselled markers — each labelled neatly and organised according to colour. “I thought my idea was fittin’ for my baby girl, given she’s my Sunshine.”

Tears sprang to your eyes again from his earnest words. “Buck–”

“Shh,” he hushed. “Lemme treat you, I wanna make you smile again. Close your eyes for me.”

“Okay,” you whispered, and you fluttered your lids closed. The hard press of his muscled chest against your back as you leaned into him earned you a kiss on the cheek. It was easy to give in to the warmth that consumed you in his presence, the way he brought peace to your constantly whirring mind — how, even on your worst days, he could make everything better by just being there. “I trust you.”

Another soft kiss was placed on your temple in reply. 

The sudden strange sensation of ink on your skin felt remarkably ticklish — the tip of the marker danced over your thighs, moving in long, wavy lines, to short, finer bursts of movement. Bucky continued to hum softly to the song that played on the speaker while he worked. 

There was no distinct way to decipher just what Bucky was up to, or what vision he was bringing to life in that moment, but you were content to just sit there in his company. 

Until the sensation ceased on that thigh and began on the other. “What are you–” The movements froze while you squirmed.

“No, don’t look just yet, sweetheart,” Bucky scolded. “It’s a surprise.” 

An exaggerated pout played on your lips to truly sell your displeasure. “I don’t like surprises.”  

He chuckled. “I know, I know. This will be worth the wait, though, baby.”

The way time froze while you basked in Bucky’s attention and warmth made it seem like forever passed, when finally, he pulled the pen away from your skin, and cleared his throat. 

A beat of silence hung in the air while he seemingly admired his work. Then, “Okay, open your eyes.”

The sudden exposure to the bright lights overhead made you wince as you focused your eyes. “Damn, it’s bright,” you said sarcastically, and Bucky chuckled. His hands rubbed up and down your arms to ground you. 

Slowly, you lowered your gaze to your thighs and found them both decorated in the delicate, beautiful petals of a pair of sunflowers. The saturation of the golden yellow blooms stole your breath, and the tinges of orange in the shadowed strokes of the pen made the contrast unlike anything you’d ever seen, the beauty forever unmatched. 

The deep, sage green bud of each flower smoothly transitioned into the softer, vibrant parrot green of the stalk and leaves. “Holy–”

In the background was a symmetrical, matching, fine filigree of swirls that if you looked closer, you could make out the patterns of rose thorns. “Oh, Buck,” you gasped, your hand flying to cover your open mouth. 

Bucky’s hand rested just below the bottom of the left design. “One day, I want to get this on my own skin—so I have my sun with me, always.”

You were unable to speak or articulate a single word in your awestruck state. The meld of colours became blurred by tears of gratitude. 

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered. The pad of his thumb brushed over the skin of your cheek to collect the trailing tears, and he hugged you tightly. “I’ve got you.”

Eventually, after you made it back home with Bucky, you expressed your distress at losing the artistry that decorated your thighs, only he smiled and winked. It left you puzzled and confused. “What are you up to…?”

For the umpteenth time that day, Bucky’s lips brushed your forehead in a kiss. His breath was warm as it fanned over your skin, and he said simply, “Don’t you worry that pretty head a’yours, baby.”

The plan of which he kept under wraps came to fruition only a couple days later, to your utter glee. You woke up late that morning and padded into the kitchen to make breakfast, when something in the living room caught your eye. 

You backtracked the few shuffled steps and blinked sleepily, trying to focus on the wall directly in front of you, and it almost bowled you over with the shock of what you found in your sleep-addled state. 

Hung high on the wall was a frame made of ash wood. Within the frame was a sketch — beautifully and masterfully rendered — of a pair of sunflowers side by side, entwined with the thorny stem of a rose. 

An identical recreation of what Bucky created for you to lift your spirits.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ���⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[faebled-stories]

Max Level: Pleasure Unlocked

Le Sserafim's Miyawaki Sakura x Male reader

AN: So... I may have been a tiny bit late to class today 😅. Why, you ask? Well... I was up all night re-watching Marry My Husband (totally worth it, btw). Anyway, fast forward to class, and I casually checked my phone, and—wait for it—WHAT?! Almost 300 likes for Ms. Kim Chaewon?! You guys are seriously amazing! 💖 This story was supposed to drop tomorrow, but because I love you all so much... here’s a little treat! 😘✨

P.S. Why is this lecture soooo long? Send help! 😂

Miyawaki Sakura, the eldest member of Le Sserafim, had found a new thrill—one that didn’t involve the stage lights or concert crowds. Live streaming had pulled her into its vibrant, fast-paced world of colorful pixels and instant connection. It wasn’t just a hobby anymore; it became her escape—a digital realm where she could unwind and be herself. Streaming offered her a space where she could share her love for video games in the most authentic way possible. Her laughter would echo through the headset, filling the room with the joy she found in navigating complex game worlds and strategizing with her audience. It was a welcome reprieve from the pressures of K-pop stardom, a place where she could exist without expectation.

But as Sakura’s love for streaming grew, so did the distance between her and Y/N. Y/N cherished their quiet evenings together—the ones filled with soft conversations, playful glances, and the warmth of shared intimacy. Now, those moments seemed to slip away, replaced by the blue glow of Sakura's monitor and the sounds of gaming filling the room. He found himself feeling increasingly sidelined, the comforting presence of his girlfriend diluted by the endless stream of fan interactions and in-game distractions. Every evening, as he sat in their apartment watching her stream, Y/N felt like a shadow in her life, forgotten behind the glow of her screen.

The silence after Sakura's gaming sessions hung in the air, heavy and unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the laughter that used to fill their nights. He would lie in bed, staring at the empty space beside him, wondering when their quiet, intimate nights had been swapped for late-night streams. The late-night absence became more palpable, the connection they once shared now buried beneath layers of bright pixels and fan interactions.

Frustrated and unsure of how to bridge the growing gap between them, Y/N turned to the one person who knew both of them best—Kwon Eunbi, Sakura's former leader and the matchmaker who had brought them together in the first place. Eunbi, always the voice of reason and support, listened with a thoughtful expression as Y/N poured out his concerns.

"I just don't know how to get her attention anymore," Y/N confessed, his voice tinged with frustration. "She used to light up when we were together, but now it feels like I'm competing with a screen."

Eunbi, ever the sage, leaned in with a twinkle in her eye, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Well, my dear, sometimes you just need to remind her of what she's missing," she said, her tone playful yet reassuring. "There's this little shop downtown. They have... items that might help reignite that spark you're worried about. A little mystery, a little surprise—that's the key."

Y/N blushed at the suggestion, but the idea intrigued him. Maybe Eunbi was right—maybe a little spontaneity was exactly what their relationship needed. "Okay noona," Y/N said with newfound determination. "Take me there. I'll do whatever it takes."

Eunbi grinned. "That's the spirit. Trust me, after this, she'll be more than eager to spend some time away from that screen, and if it doesn't work out... you have my number" the older girl winked before giving a slightly playful slap to Y/N’s behind

As soon as Eunbi led him into the little adult shop tucked away in a quiet side street downtown, Y/N’s nerves melted into curiosity. The shop was intimate, lined with rows of items that promised to stoke passion and bring lovers closer. Eunbi was more than willing to offer her guidance, clearly enjoying herself as she pointed out various products.

"Trust me," Eunbi had said with a wink, picking up a small bullet vibrator from one of the shelves. "This one is discreet but packs a punch, It's perfect for getting things started. She won’t see it coming." Y/N’s cheeks had flushed at the thought, but the image of Sakura’s surprised reaction made her smile. It was perfect for catching his girlfriend off guard.

As they continued browsing, Y/N’s eyes landed on a sleek, curved G-spot vibrating dildo that promised deeper, more intense sensations. He couldn’t help but imagine how Sakura might respond to its use—what that extra thrill might do to rekindle the heat between them. Eunbi happily skips over to Y/N with a box that he hasn't seen before, a rabbit ear vibrator "Y/N you have to get this, I’m telling you Sakura will melt and turn to putty in your hands, I have one myself and it's pretty amazing." Y/N looked at his noona with a skeptical look. Why is she so into this, is his precious noona actually not as innocent as she portrayed to the public?

Thinking about her words he can't deny that the idea of being the one to control Sakura’s pleasure sent a surge of excitement through him. He added it to his growing selection of items.

The final addition was a delicate set of pastel pink lingerie. His girlfriend's favorite color. lace-lined and revealing, something that he knew she would love, he remembered her saying she wanted something similar to this but was always ashamed and embarrassed to buy it

Y/N picked up the set knowing how much it would make his lover feel even sexier. He could already imagine the fabric clinging to his girlfriend's skin, the look in Sakura’s eyes when she sees it. There was no doubt that tonight, he would make sure all of Sakura’s attention was focused on him.

As the duo went to the counter the current cashier was about to take a break and out comes his replacement, someone who Y/N would not have expected to work here.

"Oh Eunbi unnie welcome back Oh! and Y/N oppa, what are you doing here?" the duck looking girl squealed. To say Y/N was shocked is an understatement. His girlfriend's former members, his friends, were all so familiar with this place.

"I was showing Y/N around the store, he needed my help" Responded the eldest. "Oppa is Sakura unnie giving you a hard time?" Yena responded, causing Y/N to shrink into himself in embarrassment. 

The girl started scanning the products one by one, her curious eyes glanced back and forth from y/n and each product he bought. "I didn't think Sakura unnie would be into this, I guess she's less of a prude than I thought" At this point Y/N just wanted to leave, he slightly hid behind his noona as she started placing her own products she wanted to buy. 

"I’ll pay for it Y/N I get a discount here, just pay me back after" Y/N nodded before Eunbi tapped her card and they both left with Yena waving to them, saying that they should visit her again.

With his purchases in hand, Y/N left the shop feeling embarrassed about the whole situation but he thought about the end goal and it made him feel more confident than ever. This was his chance to break through the monotony that had settled between them.

Later that evening, back in their shared apartment, Sakura was already in the midst of her nightly streaming routine. Her set up was in the living room, per Y/N's request after waking him up way too many times. It was bathed in the soft glow of the monitor, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across her face as she engaged with her audience. Y/N, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement, watched from the shadows, clutching the items he had bought earlier.

He knew exactly what to do.

Grabbing a piece of paper, Y/N quickly scribbled a note and held it up just out of view of the camera, flashing it at Sakura with a grin. The note read: "Since you're so into games, let's play one right now, this will be level one, don't make anything obvious, good luck."

Sakura blinked in confusion at first, her head tilting as she tried to make sense of the message. But when she looked up at Y/N’s playful expression a delicate smile spread across his lips, a knowing look in his eyes. Sakura then glanced down at her stream, her posture adjusting as if nothing had changed, she quickly muted her mic. “ Not now Y/N, I'm busy.” before turning it back on and saying her mic was glitching. But Y/N had spent too long planning this out, spent too much money to turn back now. 

Satisfied with the confusion, Y/N smiled back. The game was on.

Without another word, Y/N crouched and began crawling under the desk. Since her desk was longer than any normal person would normally have, It made the access to the prize easy for him as he just needed to go from the side, his movements smooth and deliberate, hidden from the camera’s view. Sakura’s attention was still on the screen, her voice cheerful as she interacted with her viewers, but Y/N knew it wouldn’t be long before his girlfriend’s focus would shift entirely. Beneath the desk, Y/N felt a rush of excitement as he prepared to introduce a new level of spontaneity into Sakura’s night.

The note had been the first step—a secret shared between them, a playful challenge that only the two of them would understand. What happened next was up to Y/N, and he was ready to make it unforgettable.

Y/N smirked as he slowly slid the small bullet vibrator out of its box, he wiped it with a wet wipe before lifting up the pink short skirt in front of him, He brought the toy up and pressed it against Sakura's panty-covered mound, watching with delight as the Japanese girl jolted slightly in her seat. Sakura tried her best to maintain focus on the video game, determinedly gripping her mouse and keyboard as she attempted to hide her reactions to the subtle vibrations. But Y/N could see right through her act - the way Sakura's thighs clenched together, the slight flush creeping across her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing quickened.

To save face Sakura quickly slapped Y/N’s hand away from her wet pussy but Y/n quickly placed it back to its home.

The little vibrator buzzed away, its vibrations transmitted through the thin fabric barrier. Y/N could feel the heat radiating off of Sakura's core, could sense her wetness growing with each passing second. Sakura squirmed almost imperceptibly, fighting the urge to spread her legs further.

Sakura's game character died with a pitiful electronic squeal, breaking the spell. She blinked hard a few times, trying to regain her composure as she struggled to stay focused on the screen. Y/N chuckled quietly, pulling the vibrator away.

Rising up from his spot on the floor under the desk, Y/N made sure that he was holding eye contact with Sakura the whole way. Sakura's eyes widened as Y/N made a show of slowly swiping his fingers on the toy before rubbing them together and slowly pulling them apart a slick line of the idols juices were connecting Y/Ns fingers showing her that even though she's against it, her body doesn't lie. Y/N’s fingers were brought to his lips, eye contact still not breaking and in an exaggerated motion he licked her fingers clean. Sakura quickly glanced away, her face burning crimson now, but she couldn't keep her eyes from peeking back at Y/N. A shaky exhale escaped her lips.

Y/N just winked before reaching for a piece of paper that read Level 2 commencing before crawling back to her side of the desk, leaving Sakura even more flustered and distracted, though trying her best to play it cool. Y/N made a mental note - Sakura was even more responsive than expected. This was going to be fun indeed...

The next level involved the G-spot vibrating dildo, escalating the intensity. There was only one small thing blocking his way, deciding to deal with it he wrapped his fingers around her panties before giving it a quick and powerful tug completely ripping them. The sound loud enough to catch Sakura off guard. Shocked, the idol’s hand instinctively reached down, her fingertips brushing her now bare, wet pussy. She inhaled sharply, her body reacting to the sudden exposure, but she didn’t dare glance away from the screen.

Y/N teased her relentlessly, his fingers circling her entrance before finally pushing the toy into her slick cunt. He moved it slowly at first, letting her adjust to the sensation, feeling her muscles tighten around the intrusion. Sakura’s hand gripped her mouse tighter, her knuckles whitening as she fought to keep her composure. She nearly missed a key on her keyboard, her body betraying her as Y/N expertly played with her, pulling the toy out just as she neared the edge of release.

Her breath came in shallow, uneven pants. The subtle strain in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N, who watched with a smirk, knowing just how close she was to losing control. Yet, he denied her the satisfaction of climax, bringing her to the edge again and again only to retreat, leaving her desperate and aching.

“Fuck,” Sakura muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible as she tried to focus on her stream. Her viewers, blissfully unaware of the torment unfolding beneath her desk, cheered her on in the game, oblivious to the real game being played just out of sight.

Y/N pulled the toy away once more, but this time, Sakura couldn't hold back her frustration. "Ahh, what the fuck" she whispered harshly, trying to control her reaction. She couldn’t look down to see what he was doing, not without giving herself away on camera. She tried to push through the absence, hoping Y/N would relent, but the moment stretched on.

And then, without warning, Y/N switched the vibrations onto its highest setting and plunged it back into her, the thick dildo buried deep inside her clenching cunt, the toy felt around and lived up to its name, pressing on that spot she loved.

"AHHHH!" Sakura’s cry pierced the quiet of the room, her pussy convulsing around the toy as an intense orgasm overtook her. She barely had time to mute her mic, her thighs trembling and squeezing together, her stomach contracting as wave after wave of electric pleasure crashed over her. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation

Her game character spun wildly on screen, her mouse jerking out of control as her body seized up. Her viewers, concerned but unsuspecting, quickly flooded the chat with messages.

"Are you okay? What happened?" one asked.

"You just screamed like you saw a ghost, lol," commented another, oblivious to the real reason behind her outburst.

Sakura’s cheeks burned with humiliation. They had heard her, but thankfully they couldn’t know the truth—how their sweet, innocent idol was secretly being driven to the brink of madness by her boyfriend under the desk. With a shaky breath, she forced a laugh. "Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I thought I saw a bug under the desk," she lied, her voice higher than usual, the embarrassment clear. "You know how I get when it comes to bugs!"

Her viewers, still clueless, accepted the explanation, laughing along with her as they playfully scolded her for getting so worked up over something so trivial. But Sakura’s mind was far from the stream now. The aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her, and she bit her lip hard, willing her body to calm down. The irony wasn’t lost on her—here she was, playing the role of their wholesome crush while secretly being ravaged by Y/N just out of sight.

Satisfied for the moment, Y/N leaned in and gave her sensitive pussy a slow, teasing lick, sending another shiver through her body. Her thighs trembled, clenching around his head as his tongue worked its magic. She didn’t want to admit how much she missed this—missed him—but the pleasure coursing through her veins made it impossible to deny. He left a final lingering kiss against her soaked lips before pulling away, leaving her panting and desperate for more.

As Y/N stood, he reached for the final toy in his collection, pulling the rabbit-ear vibrator from his bag. His fingers traced the packaging—Rabbit Ear Toy: Maximum Clitoral Stimulation—and a grin spread across his face. The playful sparkle in his eyes revealed his mischievous intent, recalling how Eunbi had enthusiastically recommended this particular device. With a small chuckle, he knew this would be the perfect grand finale to their secret, unspoken game.

Y/N scribbled a quick note—Level three, good luck—and slid it over to Sakura. Her gaze flicked to him, and their eyes met briefly. A silent exchange of both anticipation and trepidation passed between them. The tension hung thick in the air, a blend of excitement and nerves that only heightened the moment. Sakura’s cheeks flushed as her fingers hovered over the keyboard, pretending to remain focused on the game, but her attention was split, knowing what was coming next.

As Y/N shifted back into his familiar spot under the desk, his breath hitched in anticipation. It had become his little domain, a place where he could send Sakura into oblivion without her viewers being any the wiser. He carefully unwrapped the vibrator—an egg-shaped toy, compact but powerful. The soft, flexible rabbit ears promised an intensity that could tip her over the edge with just the right pressure. His hands, steady and deliberate, moved between her legs, teasing her for a moment. The toy slipped between her folds, refusing to cooperate at first, but Y/N’s persistence paid off. He finally nestled it perfectly in place, the rabbit ears snugly embracing her clit.

For a second, he paused. The anticipation in the room grew thick as Sakura shifted in her chair, her breaths shallow. The tension between them felt electric. Y/N knew what this small delay would do to her—he was prolonging the inevitable, letting her body crave the release that was just out of reach. Then, with a press of the button, the vibrator buzzed to life.

The effect was immediate. A surge of pleasure ripped through Sakura’s body, her muscles tensing as the toy began its relentless rhythm. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying desperately not to give herself away. The overwhelming sensation sent waves of heat cascading from her core, and her hands trembled as they hovered over her mouse and keyboard, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts, her body writhing ever so slightly, desperate to remain still for the camera.

Her chat lit up with messages of encouragement. Her viewers had no clue the real battle she was fighting—the one between maintaining her composure and succumbing to the pleasure that was quickly unraveling her. The boss fight on screen grew more intense, each phase of the battle requiring her utmost focus, but her concentration wavered with every flick of the vibrator against her clit. It was nearly impossible to think, let alone execute precise game mechanics, as the rabbit ears worked her over with merciless efficiency.

Sakura whispered to herself, “Y-You’ve got this, Sakura!” Her voice was strained, too high-pitched to mask her struggle, but she plastered on a wide smile for her audience. Her hands shook violently now as they moved across the keyboard, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of the game. Her pulse raced in sync with the toy, the pleasure mounting to unbearable levels.

The boss’s health bar ticked down in sync with her endurance, her every keystroke becoming sloppier, more frantic. As the final blow landed and the boss collapsed in defeat, Sakura could no longer hold back. Her body convulsed as the climax hit her like a tidal wave. A guttural shout escaped her lips as she slammed her hands down on the desk, her voice cracking with a blend of triumph and carnal release.

“YESSSS!!” she screamed, her eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving with the force of the orgasm that ripped through her. Her muscles clenched, and her toes curled as the vibrator continued its assault, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until she was utterly spent.

Her viewers erupted into cheers, congratulating her on the hard-earned victory. Oblivious to the real reason behind her breathlessness and the flush on her face, they celebrated her skill and persistence. The screen flashed with messages of admiration, and Sakura forced herself to sit up, her body trembling with the aftershocks.

“Whew… that was intense!” she gasped, wiping away the sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her hand reached for her water glass, her fingers still trembling slightly as she took a long, much-needed drink. “Thanks for cheering me on, guys,” she added with a weak laugh, masking the exhaustion coursing through her.

As Sakura leaned back in her chair, Scrolling through other games to hopefully find a good one to end the night, Y/N, who had been patiently watching her recovery, wasn’t quite done yet. A devilish grin played on his lips as he leaned forward, his finger hovering over the vibrator’s controls. Without warning, he cranked the toy up to its highest setting.

The sudden jolt of the vibrator sent Sakura reeling. Her body stiffened, eyes widening in shock as the intensity of the stimulation threatened to unravel her all over again. Her breath hitched in her throat as her muscles tensed, gripping the arms of her chair to ground herself. Y/N’s laughter echoed softly from beneath the desk, watching her fight the new wave of pleasure with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

Sakura, the ever-composed streamer, found herself on the precipice of a new kind of experience. The powerful vibrations of the new toy sent shivers through her body, a primal force that ignited a wildfire of anticipation within her. Her body responded with a raw, undeniable intensity, the moisture building until it seeped through her folds, dripping off the chair and leaving a glistening trail on the floor. The sweet scent of candles that once permeated the room was quickly overtaken by the pungent aroma of her arousal, a testament to the burgeoning passion that consumed her.

As the pleasure reached its crescendo, a surge of instinct took over. With lightning-fast reflexes, Sakura muted her microphone and switched off her camera, craving the sanctuary of privacy for the intimate storm that was about to break. The online world faded away, and she surrendered completely to the throes of ecstasy.

The timing was impeccable. As Sakura neared her peak, Y/N, her boyfriend, seized the moment. He seamlessly combined the pleasure of the vibrator with the intimacy of his mouth, diving forward with a ravenous hunger. His tongue explored the depths of her, savoring her taste and fueling the fire that burned within her. Each flick and swirl of his tongue sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

The combined sensations were too much for her to bear, and with an animalistic moan escaped Sakura's lips, a guttural sound intertwined with a scream that seemed to rise from the very core of her being. "UGH FUCK YEEESSSS Y/N!" Her voice was a raw expression of unrestrained pleasure. She grasped his hair, her body convulsing in a wave of ecstasy. Her legs lifted and wrapped around him pulling his face impossibly close to her core, her muscles contracting and relaxing with each tremor, the old gaming chair squeaking in protest with every movement. Her cheeks flushed a vibrant hue, a visible marker of her heightened state as she rode the wave of her orgasm with unbridled abandon, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Sakura climaxed with a force that left her breathless and trembling. Y/N continued his ministrations, prolonging her orgasm until she felt every ounce of pleasure.

For Y/N, the experience was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. He couldn't see anything; his vision was blocked by Sakura's body. Each subtle movement sent shivers down his spine—her soft skin felt warm and alive against him, her thighs encasing his head in a passionate vice that was as constricting as it was pleasurable. it was just the two of them, enveloped in a cocoon of heat and desire.

This was a Sakura he rarely saw, one that lay hidden behind the carefully curated persona of her online streams. In those moments, she had shed the facade of the cheerful, bubbly entertainer and revealed a side of herself that was raw and unfiltered. It was the Sakura from before her streaming career, the girl who had always been playful and spontaneous, exuding an authentic vulnerability that left him breathless. Her laughter echoed in the confines of his mind as he realized how seldom he’d had the chance to witness this intimate version of her.

The chaos of streaming and the demands of her audience faded into the background, replaced by a potent chemistry that crackled between them. His own heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drum echoing the urgency of the moment, while his breath hitched at the raw display of passion and surrender before him. Every heartbeat was a reminder of how deeply and irrevocably he craved this connection.

This moment carved a permanent mark on him, etching itself into his memory like a secret tattoo. It was a reminder of the beautiful, complex dynamics that fueled their relationship—beyond the streaming lights and scripted interactions lay a blend of affection, longing, and a hint of danger. Their souls intertwined in this rare instance, revealing as much about their hearts as it did about their desires. The very essence of their bond lay anchored in these fleeting but fervent exchanges, making each encounter a treasure and a risk he was willing to embrace.

Sakura's breath came in ragged gasps as she slowly released her hold on Y/N, her legs trembling, weak from the intense stimulation. The room seemed to amplify all her senses, the cooling sensation of sweat mingling with her skin a stark contrast to the recent heat. Her legs, barely able to support her, struggled to find their footing as she fought to regain her composure. The assistant to her pleasure, the formidable toy that had helped push her to the edge of chaotic bliss, lay on the floor, a glistening reminder of the storm that had just passed. Its surface, coated in her essence, served as a tangible testament to her unleashed passion.

Realizing that her momentary loss of control had severed her connection with her viewers, Sakura quickly attempted to regain her composure. Her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. But before she could complete the act of resuming, Y/N’s steady hand came to rest against her thigh, gently halting her fidgeting. Kneeling between her legs, his tall frame allowing him to almost come face to face with her, their eyes meeting in a moment that felt both electric and profoundly intimate.

Sakura's mind swirled with a haze of emotions, a flicker of melancholy washing over her like a soft tide. She missed these moments—the brief interludes where they could shed their roles and embrace a deeper connection, where laughter and genuine emotion melded seamlessly into something more. Each stolen glance, every shared laugh had been a thread weaving them closer, and yet, amidst the chaos of their lives, she felt those threads fraying, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.

In that heavy silence, Y/N reached for her, his fingers warm as they gently cupped the back of her head. There was no need for words; his eyes spoke volumes, conveying understanding and longing in a single gaze. Then, with a tenderness that sent shivers down her spine, he leaned in and sealed their lips together in a passionate kiss. The flavors of her arousal mingled with saliva—a delicious, intoxicating symphony that danced on their tongues, each movement igniting a fire deep within her core.

Sakura was momentarily consumed by the warmth of his embrace, every worry dissolving into the sweet elixir of their connection. But as the kiss lingered, her heart raced at the thought of what lay beyond this moment. Still lost in the afterglow, Sakura whimpered softly when Y/N finally pulled away, his lips brushing against hers gently as they parted. His gaze held her captive, a silent promise lingering in the space between them, but it only deepened her desire, leaving her craving more.

This was the testament to their bond—a connection that blossomed amidst the chaos of her storm, a lingering whisper of hope amid uncertainty. She knew she couldn’t let this slip through her fingers again, not when they had ventured into a territory that felt so beautifully raw and undeniably real.

But as the seasoned entertainer she was, she corrected her streaming gadget, turning her webcam back on and adjusting her microphone. Her face, still flushed from her recent exertion and her lips swollen, was now contorted into an apologetic smile as she addressed her audience, hiding the true reason behind her sudden departure by blaming it on unpredictable internet issues.

"Sorry about that, guys," she panted, her voice slightly uneven with the remnants of her peak. "We had a little technical glitch," she continued, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous hint that was not quite caught by her virtual audience.

The chat, a flurry of messages, was filled with questions and mild irritation. Her viewers were curious, their previous excitement now shifted to suspicion and a growing sense of doubt . They wondered what had caused such a sudden disruption. Yet, despite their curiosity, they respected her privacy, unwilling to push for explanations that she was not willing to give until she was ready. In their minds, the truth of her interruptions could often be their most decadent fantasies, creating an air of mystique and allure around her that kept them coming back for more. Sakura, a master of her craft, knew how to keep her audience hooked, turning even a glitch into a potential performance enhancement, as her viewers' imaginations filled in the blanks left by their sudden disconnection.

Y/N, with an air of mystery swirling about him, gracefully emerged from under the desk, his presence suddenly filling the room with an electric energy. As if appearing from the shadows, he moved with a fluidity that captivated Sakura, drawing her gaze irresistibly. From his vantage point behind the monitor, Y/N's eyes met Sakura's, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths.

His movements were deliberate, with a rhythm that matched the beating of Sakura's heart, as if he were conducting an intimate dance where only the two of them could hear the music. The fact that he planned this whole thing gave Sakura a warm feeling. The remnants of their shared passion became a declaration of love, a promise of intimacy, and a reaffirmation of their bond.

Satisfied with his thorough work, Y/N offered Sakura a look, his eyes darting back and forth from Sakura and a bag that was placed just to the side. A secretive smile playing upon his lips. It was a silent challenge, an invitation for Sakura to join him in their next adventure. Turning away, he walked calmly towards the bedroom.

As he cleaned the toys and meticulously arranged them in their new resting place, the nightstand, Y/N took the time to appreciate the small details of their shared space. The nightstand, once merely a piece of furniture with no purpose, now held a whole new meaning, a symbol of their intimate connection.

Sakura remained seated, her breath catching in her throat as Y/N disappeared into the shadows of the bedroom. The atmosphere lingered with a charged energy, the room still humming from the intensity of their shared moment. Sakura’s mind raced, replaying the image of Y/N’s mischievous smile, his teasing, deliberate movements, and the unspoken promise that hung in the air like a secret waiting to be unraveled.

For a moment, Sakura sat frozen, the temptation pulling her forward. She felt a surge of warmth radiate through her, a tug towards the bedroom where Y/N awaited, his presence as enticing as ever. The weight of their connection, unspoken but deeply understood, anchored her as she ended the stream and rose from her seat.

Sakura’s eyes fell to the bag on the floor, under the coffee table, its presence both familiar and intriguing. She had seen Y/n walk in with it  earlier but hadn’t given it much thought in the midst of her stream. Now, as the evening light dimmed into twilight and the apartment grew quieter, curiosity took over. Slowly, she bent down, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the bag as she picked it up. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a ripple of anticipation through her. 

Peeling back the wrapping, her breath caught when her eyes landed on the contents. A stunning set of lingerie lay folded neatly inside, the color immediately striking her—her favorite color. The rich, silky fabric shimmered slightly in the low light, delicate lace tracing intricate patterns along its edges. She lifted it out of the bag, feeling the cool smoothness of the material slip between her fingers. The fabric felt luxurious, softer than she imagined, and as she held it up, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Y/N had remembered.

In the whirlwind of their lives, it wasn’t often that someone paid attention to the small details, but Y/N always had a way of doing just that. Not just any lingerie, but a set that spoke to her tastes, a color that made her feel powerful, beautiful, sexy. The care and thoughtfulness behind it warmed her from the inside, the kind of warmth that settled deep, in the quiet places of the heart.

Sakura didn't waste time, a surge of excitement bubbling up inside her. Without even heading to the bathroom, she began to undress right there in the middle of the living room. Her body was sore, every muscle aching from the games “levels”, but the thrill of the moment outweighed the discomfort. She moved slowly, peeling away the layers of her clothing, and as each piece fell to the floor, she felt lighter. Her breath hitched when the cool air of the room brushed against her bare skin.

Pulling the lingerie up over her legs, she marveled at how perfectly it fit, as if it had been crafted just for her. The lace clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure in a way that made her feel both strong and undeniably feminine. She caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror and paused for a moment. The reflection staring back at her was striking—she looked lovely and powerful. The fatigue that had settled into her bones seemed to dissipate, replaced by an invigorating energy, one that thrummed beneath her skin like a quiet storm ready to break.

Her gaze shifted from the mirror to the slightly ajar bedroom door, and that’s when she felt it. The pull. It was almost magnetic, an invisible force drawing her toward Y/N. There had always been something between them ever since they met, something more than words or physical attraction. It was an unspoken connection, a shared intimacy that went beyond the surface of things. Y/N had a way of turning even the smallest gestures into something profound. A simple gift of lingerie wasn’t just a gift; it was a conversation, an invitation, a reminder of the bond they shared.

Sakura’s heart raced as she stood at the threshold of the bedroom, her hand resting lightly on the doorframe. From where she stood, she could see Y/N’s silhouette bathed in the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp. The room itself was dim, quiet, filled with the gentle hum of the night outside. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, focused. There was a look in his gaze—one that she knew well. Mischief, affection, desire, all wrapped into one.

Her breath caught again, but this time it wasn’t the cold air or the tightness of the lingerie. It was the way Y/N looked at her. As if she were the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment. As if the night was theirs and theirs alone.

Without breaking eye contact, Sakura stepped inside the room, her bare feet soundless against the wooden floor. The door clicked shut behind her, the soft sound echoing in the quiet. It was as if the outside world ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them in the cocoon of their own making. The air between them was thick with anticipation, with the unspoken promise of what was to come.

Y/N didn’t move, didn’t say a word. His gaze traveled over her slowly, taking in the sight of her standing before him in the delicate lace and silk he had chosen. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, appreciative smile, but there was something deeper in his eyes—a smoldering intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

She moved closer, the space between them shrinking with every step. Her own breathing had become shallow, her pulse quickening in response to the heat building between them. It wasn’t just about the physical desire; it was the emotional weight of everything they had shared, everything they had been through together, all condensed into this one, intimate moment.

Sakura reached the edge of the bed, standing just before him, her body illuminated by the soft, golden light. Y/N reached out, his hand gently grazing her thigh, his fingers brushing over the delicate lace. His touch was light, teasing, sending a shiver up her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, the feeling of his skin against hers.

He had given her so much today, endless pleasures each one more intense than the last. But now, as she stood before him, she knew the time had come, it was his turn. She smiled, slow and teasing, as her fingers toyed with the straps of the lingerie. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a soft whisper filled with promise.

"You’ve given me so many gifts today baby. Now it’s your turn to unwrap your present." 

She gave him multiple kisses from his neck to his cheek, ending with a needy one on his lips.

“Since you're so into games, let's play one right now,” her words mimicking those that started this whole thing.

The night had just begun, filled with endless possibilities Sakura's situation mirrored her favorite games. She had failed multiple times but knew that this was a fresh start, an extra life, With a smile she positioned herself face to face with his crotch and pulled down Y/N's pants exposing his member, she gave the tip a quick kiss and lick, before reminding him that singing was not the only thing her mouth was used for.

Miyawaki Sakura was back on level one.

[bunny-1111]

I love love love your writing! I was just re-reading “Theodore Nott who…” and possibly wondered if you could expand on how he reminds reader that he will propose when they are finished school. Kicking my legs giggling thinking about that 😂

Aww, thank you. Of course, I can. Let me know if you have any other requests!! PS I wrote a whole thing, ready to push post now. It was perfect, but something happened, and it didn't save, so I had to rewrite it the best I could, I hope you enjoy this anyway AH I'M SO MAD 🥲,

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Theodore, at age 11, thought you were the prettiest girl in school

Theodore, at age 13, began to navigate his not-so-small crush on you

Theodore, at age 16, felt his heart in his stomach as he swallowed his pride and finally asked you out

That is where our story starts.

By 17, you got comfortable enough and started spending the night in each other's dorms; one random Tuesday morning, Theo woke up earlier than usual, you were still fast asleep. Theodore was a very productive person. If he woke up early, he would get up, make a coffee, go for a run around the grounds, come back, and shower, all before most had even opened their eyes. As he reached for the corner of his side of the blanket and moved to start his day, you felt him, causing you to stir, your brows quickly scrunching, your body automatically moving towards him; you reached for him even in sleep. Something in his mind slowed, something in his heart raced, something in his soul shook. Dropping the blanket in his hand, he surrendered to you, laying so close, gently caressing your face, feeling peace in your dream state. Then it dawned on him, if I married her, this would be the last face I would see before I slept and the first I would see when I woke up.

That's when it began.

His constant reminders of marriage.

That very morning.

When your eyes fluttered open, Theos wide eyes already met yours, it would've scared you in his eyes weren't so dreamy.

"Good morn-" you start

"Marry me" he interrupted

"What?!" you laughed out. It was too early for this

"Marry me?" he smiled

"shut up" you laughed, reaching your hand under your pillow, softly throwing it at him

"Come on, why not?" he pleaded

"Theodore, we're still in high school, that's why", you smile

"Fine, you fucking time waster, but after we get out of here, I'm gonna marry you", he insisted

You thought it was a passing thought.

Something he wouldn't bring up again.

Boy, were you wrong, he proved that time and time again over the next two years.

Sitting in class, he would peck a kiss on your cheek from behind you. "Kisses for the Mrs" he would whisper with a smile before returning to his own seat

In the great hall, he slapped Matteo's hand away as you and he both reached for the same dish. "Can't you see my fiance wants that slice?" he grits, serving you before Matteo puts it on his own plate. "You aren't fucking engaged?" A defeated Matteo retorts, arms out in confusion. "Don't start", you apologise on behalf of you and your pretend husband

In Hogsmeade, you and Pansy tried on dresses. Theodore was walking past when he saw you in the mirror. Letting himself in, he slithered behind you, his reflection joining yours in the mirror, slipping a hand down your waist. "You know, if you look this good in this dress, I can only imagine how good you'd look in white," he'd smirk, "you know when we get married," he muttered on his way to the register, leaving money, giving the workers strict instructions to charge him for any dress you bought, for them to keep the change too.

When Theodore had early morning Quittich practice, he would leave a steaming cup of coffee or tea on your bedside, accompanied by a note: " To keep you warm while I'm gone, good morning, my better half, Mrs Nott."

When you studied in the libary, you had a very distinct look of focus. He would lay a bored hand on his face, "Come on, let's go for a smoke", he whined, "No, Theodore, We have final exams soon. You should be studying. Go without me if you want" you explain, fingers pointing at text on his book, "not going without you" he said frustrated under his breath. Theodore kept testing, blabbing nonsense, attempting to distract you, staring at you instead of the open books. "Why are we wasting time? You could be pregnant by now," he said, his free hand twirling your hair. This caused you to slam your book closed, looking up at him, your eyes widening. "What!?" he laughed. "If I had it my way, we would've tied the knot last year, and we would have a kid on the way", he continued; you did nothing but shake your head and fight your growing smile.

Walking through the gardens, you pointed at some hydrangeas. "My favourite flowers" you smiled. "I know" he smiled "I'd walk down the aisle with hydrangeas in my hand," you say softly, leaning in to smell the flowers, "When we get married, I will" you say picking some to take with you. Theodore could've fainted on the spot. 'When we get married,' your voice repeated in his mind, pulling you up into a deep kiss

When you finally graduated, Theodore pulled your father aside. If there was something Teddy valued, it was tradition; he was officially asking for your hand.

Returning to you, smiling ear to ear, he suggests you join him on a walk. Reaching the tree near the Black Lake, he kissed your forehead, one hand intertwined with yours, the other hand in his pocket, fidgeting with a small box.

A box containing a ring.

That he had bought on the year prior, now all that was left to do was kneel.

unedited today, sorry for any incorrection I'm too tired to reread or edit rn LOL

in my mind me and teddy r married

him in a suit KILL ME NOW one chance PLS

[ghostssweetgirl]

So, here’s the request lol

Fem reader x Ghost

Reader zones out a lot, doesn’t zone back in for awhile and keeps unfocusing their eyes. Ghost sees this and takes care off them.

Would be interesting to seee how König handles this too but that can be a post for another day lol

Have fun and stay hydrated hun 🤍

i'll be damned, i'm zoned out most of the time myself 😂 and i'm sure a lot of people relate as well, it's like i'm here but i'm not here lol. here have both 🤗

Reader x Ghost + König | How They React to You Zoning Out Often

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Even before you two were together, he noticed how you'd... go somewhere else. You'd sit there and stare off into space, in deep thought? No, you wish it was just deep thoughts. You couldn't really help your dissociation.

Sometimes you could respond to a quick question, but most times, you really were in another world.

He'd gently tap you on your shoulder and bring you back with his soft voice. "Lovie. Hey, come back to me. 'S alright."

Here lately though, it's gotten worse. You catch yourself zoning out more than usual, your eyes unfocusing as well.

You'd been sitting in the living room watching one of your favorite shows. Ghost walks in from work, happily greeting his lovely wife whom he loves coming home to. He took a shower and changed into casual clothes before he joined you, but when he walked in his happy expression turned into a worried one.

"Babe?" he called out, sitting next to you. No response. "Y/N...?"

You were staring off into space, not unusual, but you weren't responding - physically or verbally. He reached out to rub your back. You didn't even flinch. Just a few moments ago, you greeted him happily, even smiled at him. He leaves the room for a few minutes and comes out to you like this. It always worries him.

He sighs before he gets up and turns the lights off, closes the blinds to a point there's not much sunlight coming in and he shuts off the TV. He kneels down in front of you and grabs your hands in his.

"Y/N, doll, hey..." he reaches up to cup your cheek. Your expression still blank, though your eyes move, he leans up and places a loving kiss on your forehead. You finally start to come back and you take in a deep breath. "There she is, my sweet girl. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," you smiled. You're not exactly sure why you do this, it slightly worries you but it's clear it worries Ghost more than it does yourself.

"I get so worried about you," he sighed. "There has to be something or somewhere we can go to see what's goin' on, is there?"

"Probably," you nervously laughed. "But there's not much they can do about it... I don't like doctors... or any of that sort."

"Regardless, I'll be here for you," he smiled. "I love you no matter what and I'll always take care of you."

König

Before you got together, he thought he had upset you the first time you zoned out. You two were having an at-home date, and you zoned out in the middle of your meal. You didn't mean to, it just happened.

Once you opened up, he made it a point to make every environment as comfortable as possible in hopes it would help lessen your moments.

He was so sweet and understanding about it, too.

He'd kiss all over your face and hold you so tight until you came back to him.

He had taken you out on an evening picnic, away from people, but close enough to take in the view of the beautiful lake as the sun was setting and you watched some ducklings and their mothers waddle into the lake.

You both finished your food and here you were laying in between his legs, back against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder while you talked about nature and how it was such a beautiful night.

"It's not as beautiful as my Maus," he complimented you while he kissed your forehead.

You giggled, humming in response before you both fell in a comfortable silence.

Moments flew by, it was getting dark, but you didn't know that at the time.

"Maus? Maus?" his voice echoed, although you couldn't make out his words.

"Oh, Meine Liebe (my love)," he cooed as he gently grabbed behind your knees, now cradling you as he placed soft kisses all over your face. "I'm right here. It's gonna be okay."

He rubbed your cheeks, rocking you back and forth in his big arms, shushing and cooing at you, trying everything to bring you back. He kept his eyes on yours, which were focusing and unfocusing, slightly darting back and forth but he knew that you were zoning out.

"Oh, my dear," he smiled, rubbing your cheek faster as he saw your eyes start to flutter, blinking rapidly to wet your eyes that hadn't blinked for a good moment. "Is she okay? Do you feel alright? Let's get you back home."

"Mhm," you lazily agreed, looking up at your boyfriend who made you feel so safe even in these vulnerable moments. There was no one else in the world you'd rather zone out around; with him, you were safe no matter the state you were in.

A/N - This was actually very comforting to me personally! I know zoning out isn't the exact same for everyone but I only hope I captured this well. Thank you for the request @almightywdm <3

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

hi this is my first time sending a request and this one was rejected by other writer so I wondered if you could write it instead. I love quinn and I was thinking about a quinn fabray x fem!reader where reader was quinn first love back in middle school in that old school of hers and they had confessed to each other. reader loved quinn since her lucy caboosey phase and you could add that russell or Judy found out and separated them and encouraged quinn to get the nose job and lose weight. anyways, reader goes to McKinley during season 2 where quinn is trying to get her life together and she snaps when reader tries to approach her using her old name they don't speak anymore but reader always look out for quinn from the sideways (she's not from the glee club but she befriends Rachel) and quinn gets even more pissed when she catches rachel mentioning you before glee starts. the whole mess with lucy caboosey gets out and they finally speaks w reader comforting Quinn. make it angsty with a happy ending do not spare our feelings😂

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Still By Your Side

You know you're staring, but you can't help it. Something about this girl in your class is so familiar. You just can't put your finger on it.

See, you used to live in Lima, but you moved away in middle school. Forced away, rather. Now you're back and junior year began at McKinley High. While you recognized a lot of people, this one person just couldn't jog your memory.

Not until her eyes bore into yours.

As soon as class ends, you pack up your things and dart after the blonde.

"Hey! Wait!"

The blonde turns around, eyebrows cocked with an annoyed look on her face. She doesn't say anything, waiting for you to tell her why you're bothering her.

You take a moment to take her in. This girl was beautiful, that's for sure. There was a grace about her to match. Even her annoyed face looked pretty. You shake the thought from your head before finally speaking.

"Lucy, right? Lucy Fabray? It's me, Y/N."

Almost immediately, a hand covers your mouth and you're shoved against the lockers. Eyes blazing with fury found your shocked ones.

"I don't care who you are. I don't care how we met. But you will NEVER utter that name ever again." She leans closer and dangerously lowers her voice. "I am not Lucy and I will never be again. I am Quinn Fabray. Lucy is dead."

She pushes off of you, shoving you further into the lockers before striding away. You just watch her leave, your heart breaking with each step she takes. You didn't even notice the person next to you until she spoke.

"Sorry about her. She's always been like that."

With a jolt of surprise, you turn to look at the short brunette next to you. There's a moment before you look towards Quinn again.

"No... Not always." A sigh escapes your lips before you turn your attention to your companion. "You're friends with Lu-er... Quinn?" The brunette lets out a soft, rueful laugh.

"Kind of? More like rivals, I guess. We're both in Glee Club together. I'm Rachel Berry." She holds out her hand, which you take to shake.

"Y/N," you reply. "Y/N Y/L."

"If you wanna get close to Quinn, you can join Glee. We always need more members anyway." She offers. You consider it for a moment before shaking your head.

"Nah. I won't bother her like that. And I'd rather get myself settled before joining any clubs." You smile. "Thanks though. Maybe in the future." Rachel returns your smile with her own wide one.

"I'll hold you to that."

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As the days pass, you learn more about Quinn thanks to Rachel. Her pregnancy and the resulting fallout with her parents, her life with the Glee Club, and now her determination to return to life before her baby. It was a lot and you weren't surprised by how much it affected her. You've already decided to stay out of Quinn's way, but they didn't mean you weren't still drawn to her.

While you tried your best to avoid directly interacting with the blonde, there were times when it was inevitable. Much like when she and Santana got into a fight in the hallway and you made it a point to pull Quinn away while blocking the Latina's attacks with your body.

Quinn didn't even acknowledge you.

It wasn't ideal. Your heart squeezed in pain with every rebuff. But the love you held for her, from the moment you met Lucy, it was worth every glance.

Only once did Quinn speak to you after meeting again. It had been months of just being in her orbit. But suddenly, you're slammed against the wall.

"Stay away from Berry." She growls. "I already have to deal with you everywhere else. I don't need that dwarf opening her big mouth to speak your name."

Recovered from the push and sudden rant, you retort.

"We haven't spoken since the first day! I even honored your request, Quinn. I don't understand why you dislike me so much."

"You don't get it." She leans into your space. If you weren't so frustrated, you would've blushed. "You're the only one who knows about Lucy. About everything I had to go through because of her. You can ruin my reputation with that knowledge. How can I not hate you?"

You could only blink in shock. So much was forgotten. Or rather, repressed. After a moment, you sigh.

"Quinn... What would I gain from that?" With a slump, your head thumps against the wall. "You may have forgotten but I... I loved Lucy." You hear a soft gasp. "I still love her. Even after your parents forced me away. Even after all this time."

You finally look straight into Quinn's eyes.

"If I ever talk about Lucy, it will only be with love and adoration. But since you don't want any indication of her existence, then she'll live in my heart. I'm not here to hurt you, Quinn. You have my word."

With that last word, you push past Quinn, leaving her in the hallway. You laid everything out there and you hope the blonde would trust you.

You didn't notice the look of awe in her face.

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The first thing you noticed when you walked into school the next week were the whispers. Gossip sprung up all around you. You were confused until you were faced with a poster of a familiar photo.

Lucy Caboosey.

Almost immediately, you move to look for Quinn. At the choir room, you were met with most of the New Directions. Upon seeing you, Rachel rushed up.

"Y/N!"

"What's going on?" Another girl piped up.

"Fabray was being more annoying than Rachel." You recognized her to be Lauren Zizes. "I found out her little secret and decided to even the odds for Prom Queen."

You just stared at her. "YOU WHAT!?"

Everyone jumped at your voice.

"Do you know what she had to go through because of that bullying? I basically had to be her bodyguard in middle school just so she wouldn't be pushed to do anything drastic. And. You. Bring. That. BACK!?"

It didn't matter that Zizes was twice your size and stronger. She shrunk at your rage.

"You better damn well hope I find her before I see you again."

You whirl around to continue your search for Quinn, leaving the group in fear and awe.

Eventually, you follow the trail of torn posters to a classroom where you find the blonde crying at a desk. Quietly, you take a place across from her and wait for her to acknowledge you. It didn't take long for her to look up at you with teary eyes.

"Y/N..."

You smile. "Hey, Luce. Sorry I wasn't around to protect you this time." Quinn let's out a scoff.

"Please. I pushed you away. It's my own fault." A sigh escapes her lips. "How am I going to face the school now?"

"The same way you always did."

Quinn just looks at you, confused.

"Sure, you had an outburst. But you can't let that, or your past, dictate what you do now." You reach out your hand, palm up in an inviting manner. "You show that it doesn't control you. Even if you're just faking it."

She stares at your hand.

"Why are you doing this? After everything that's happened between us." You just give her a sad smile.

"I told you before. I love Lucy. Always will. I told her that as long as I was around, I'd protect her. I intend to keep it."

A tear falls from Quinn's eyes as she looks at you with wonder. Her hand covers yours and she revels in its warmth.

"Do you think you can... Love Quinn like you did Lucy? I've changed so much since you left. I'm not Lucy Caboosey anymore."

"Quinn," you start. "I don't think I could love you like I did Lucy." The blonde wilts, her heart breaking. Her hand clutches tighter onto yours. She had been so scared of her reputation crumbling that it masked her own feelings for you. Feelings she held for so long.

Quinn's actions catch your attention and when you look into her eyes, you're struck by the emotion in them. In an instant, you're back in middle school and falling in love all over again. You let yourself stay in that moment for a bit before speaking again.

"Lucy has a special place in my heart. She's my first love." You watch as your thumb caresses Quinn's hand. "It'll always be there, but it'll never grow." Your eyes meet again. "It can grow with you though. I may not know Quinn as well as I did Lucy, but I'd like to."

The smile on your face is immediately covered by soft lips. In a surge of emotion, the blonde leaned forward to kiss you. Before you could even react, she retreats.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself..." The light blush on her face sparks another memory and your smile widens.

"And here I thought I'd be the one to break." You chuckle. Gently, you lift her hand and kiss each knuckle. "Maybe let me kiss back this time?"

Quinn's blush deepens.

[writingforstraykids]

More than friends - Chp.5

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 5519

Summary: On your ride home, Chan notices Minho needs some extra attention tonight, and before you know it, you're invited. Chan makes sure Minho and you feel comfortable throughout the process and lets you experience your own dominance once Minho fully submits to the both of you...

Warnings/Tags: smut, bottom!sub!min, top!dom!chan, switch!reader, p in v, oral (f/m receiving), anal, subspace, very subby min (as requested), chan gets called sir/hyung/.., reader gets called baby girl/kitten..., minho gets called bunny/pretty boy,..., fluff, aftercare, cuddles

A/N: I know I said part 4 was the end, but you asked for more, so here we go. A very subby min, as promised. There's literally no plot, have fun guys😂👀

PART FOUR

Skin to skin, breathe me in Feel with your kiss on me Lips are made of ecstasy I'll be yours for a thousand lives For you ~ Liam Payne, Rita Ora

Minho listens to Chan and you chatter on as he tries to stay awake. The last three weeks have been exhausting, and he's glad to be back home with the two of you finally. He watches you interact from the backseat, smiling to himself as he sees how close you've grown. Stifling a yawn, he gently tugs at the sleeves of his sweater and leans back in his chair. 

"Tired, baby?" Chan asks, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. 

"Exhausted," he nods before sighing softly. "No idea if I can sleep, though, I feel too tense." 

"I can help with that," Chan suggests and Minho smirks at him amused. 

"And leave me all on my own?" you pout. A heavy silence settles in the car, and they exchange another glance. "I was joking," you say half-heartedly. 

"What if you..join?" he asks almost too quietly to hear. 

"No, seriously, let Chan take care of you and-." 

"Do you want us to take care of you?" Chan cuts you off, and Minho's throat dries. His eyes filling with need betray him and Chan chuckles to himself. "Judging by that look on your face, you do." 

You turn in your seat to face him and search his blown, hungry eyes. "You're sure?" 

"Mhm," Minho hums, chewing on his lower lip as need spread through his body like wildfire. 

"And you uhm - how is that going to work? I mean, you never…" you trail off, blinking at him. Minho always took control when he's with you so far. 

"Don't act so innocent, you weren't exactly submissive when we had sex," Chan snorts. 

"That's because you were too needy to make me stop bossing you around," you protest softly. 

"Oh, that's a first," Minho snorts, and Chan shoots him a look through the mirror that makes him squirm. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask curiously. 

"He tends to slip when he's all overworked and needy," Minho smirks nevertheless, teasing Chan. "Suddenly forgets he's in control when he's feeling really good." 

"Min," Chan speaks up firmly, and you watch with curiosity how Minho tenses up at the tone, hands clutching his jeans. "Don't make me regret offering you to take care of you." 

"Channie hyung, no, I'm sorry for teasing, I'll be good, I promise," Minho breathes out, eyes widening. He licks his lips and stares at him with pleading, soft brown eyes. Chan's grip around the steering wheel tightens. Oh, he's good. 

"Mhm, you better," he says calmly, but glancing down, you can tell he's getting hard by Minho's pleading look alone. 

"Missed you two so much," Minho says softly. "Missed stuffing you with my cum and licking you clean," he goes on, locking eyes with you. "Missed being good for you and feeling full," he rambles on, looking back at Chan. 

"If you don't shut that pretty filthy mouth of yours right now, I'll make sure it's busy with something else," he growls softly, and you instinctively press your thighs together. Minho sits on his hands to stop himself from allowing some much-needed friction against his dick straining in his pants. 

"Busy with whom?" you ask, and Chan scoffs. 

"That's for me to decide, doll," he says. 

You clench around nothing at the sudden change of dynamics in the car, both Minho and you staring at Chan, longing for something to happen. That's what you've been waiting for, what he hasn't allowed himself in the past week yet. Fully taking control, making Min and you bow to his will. 

It's silent for a moment before Minho speaks up, barely audible. "Can I eat her out later, hyungie?" 

You bite your lower lip hard and glance at Chan excitedly. Chan glances back at you and chuckles softly. "You'd like that, baby girl?" 

"Yes," you nod eagerly. 

"Please, Channie hyung," Minho chimes in from the backseat. "Wanna make our girl feel good." 

Our girl. You might as well pass out. 

"Relax, bunny, of course you can," Chan assures him and stops the car in front of your house. "You start when I tell you to, or else you'll get nothing from me today, and you two can figure it out on your own." 

Minho's eyes widen and he exhales almost shakily. "I'll be good," he whispers, and you wonder if he's afraid of being unable to switch back from his subby state if Chan drops him like that. It sure looks like it. 

You get out of the car, gently adjusting your skirt as you notice you're already soaking your pants in anticipation. Minho steps out of the car, nervously tugging at his sweater to conceal the very prominent bulge in his pants. Chan gets Minho's suitcase, fumbling for his keys and urging the two of you toward the house with a gentle wave. Minho's hand slips into yours as you wait for Chan to unlock the door, and he exchanges an excited look with you. Chan pulls the door closed behind the three of you and raises his eyebrows as Minho drops to his knees the moment he does. He wraps his arms around your legs and buries his face in your stomach with a soft sound. Chan doesn't seem that fazed anymore and reaches out for him, soothingly patting his head. "So eager to please, bunny?" 

Minho makes a muffled sound against the fabric of your shirt and nods before lifting your skirt and burying his face in your core, only parted by your panties. You gasp as his nose presses against your clit and exchange a nervous glance with Chan. A needy groan escapes his throat as the soaked fabric meets his skin, your scent taking over. "Hyungie, fuck," he whines, and Chan chuckles, running his hands through his hair before gripping it and pulling him back. 

"Did I say you could start?" he asks firmly. 

"S-sorry," Minho stutters, lower lip trembling. "Just wanna make her feel good," he pouts, glancing up at him through his lashes. Minho on his knees, explaining himself to Chan, is a heavenly sight, really. 

"Please, Channie," you say softly, pressing your legs together at the missing touch. 

Chan's eyes meet yours, and you swallow at the dark lust clouding his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, baby girl, you came three times before we left to pick him up. You can't be that needy." 

"You'd be surprised," Minho laughs weakly, fondling your thigh. "That girl's a needy little s-." 

Chan grabs his chin and gives him a stern look. "You're not the one to judge here," he points out his current position on the floor. "Now behave, you two. Min, you stay dressed. Y/N, take off your clothes, living room," he instructs the two of you, and Minho scrambles to his feet. 

Chan gently kisses your temple to reassure you before sending you off. Minho looks at him fondly and chews on his lower lip. "Kiss?" he asks so sweetly, Chan can't deny him. Minho hums as their lips meet, and his whole body visibly relaxes. 

"You know your safeword, I'll be there the whole time," Chan says and takes his hand. 

"I'm so tired already, I might slip," Minho whispers. He doesn't mind falling into subspace; he knows Chan takes care of him and ensures he's comfortable and safe. A warning is never too much, though. 

"I'm here. I got you," he nods and squeezes his hand. "You know our signals; I know when you are." 

"Okay," Minho nods sweetly and pulls him with him to the living room. "You're okay with this?" he checks in with you, eyes glistening as you discard your shirt to the floor. 

"I am," you assure him. "I know my safeword and stuff. I trust you guys, and I trust Channie to keep an eye on us." 

Minho smiles and steals a kiss. "That's good," he nods. 

Chan kisses you next, caressing your cheek. "I got you, baby girl." 

Minho wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you with him to the sofa. He sits down with you in his lap and softly kisses you, nudging your noses together. "Gonna make you feel so good, honey." 

You allow yourself that little moment of reassurance and watch Chan as he prepares your favorite pillow for your head. You're only wearing your underwear now, and a shiver runs down your spine as Chan opens your bra, kissing the back of your neck as he pulls it off your body. A soft groan escapes Minho at the sight of your breasts, nipples hardening at the sudden change of temperature. Chan cups your breasts and kneads them, making you moan out his name. He kisses your shoulder softly and exchanges a fond look with Minho. "Such a beautiful girl. Y/nnie and I are going to take good care of your needs, bunny," he promises him, and Minho beams at him so full of love it makes his stomach flutter. Chan soothingly fondles down your sides, coming to a halt on your hips. "Get on your back for Minnie, okay?" 

You nod compliantly and get comfortable. The sight of your boyfriends admiring your body makes you squirm a little. Their eyes seem to be undressing you even though you're only wearing panties by now. Minho glances at Chan obediently, sitting on his knees between your legs. "Hyungie, can I start?" he asks gently. 

Chan gets comfortable in an armchair opposite you and nods. "You can start, baby." He watches as Minho pulls down your panties and marvels at the form of your naked body. "Open your gorgeous legs for Min," he tells you, smiling as you do without hesitating. 

Minho doesn't waste a second, getting comfortable between your legs and burying his face in your soaking core with a sweet groan. "Mhm fuck missed you so much," he tells you and licks up between your folds agonizingly slow. 

You hum softly at the motion and smile down at him. "Me or my pussy?" 

Chan snorts, and Minho shoots you a playful glare. "Both, obviously," he clarifies, rubbing up your thighs and spreading your folds with his fingers, watching as you clench around nothing. He hums to himself before burying himself in your wet core, dragging his tongue across your tensing hole. His nose pushes against your clit as he does, and you shudder above him. Fuck, he missed that. "Sweet girl," he marvels, tongue traveling all over your soaking pussy to lap up your juices. "So fucking wet for us." 

"Can I touch him?" you ask, glancing at Chan and almost choking on your breath. Chan's sitting on the armchair, legs spread wide, and strokes his dick, still fully dressed besides that. 

"Sure," Chan hums gently before his eyes travel back to Minho buried between your legs. 

You glance down as well, biting your lip hard as Minho looks up at you through his long lashes, moaning sinfully at the taste of you. You reach out for him, running your hand through his hair, and he hums pleased, eyes fluttering close a little. Minho pushes his tongue inside, thumb lovingly caressing your clit. He moans, vibrations shooting up your body at it. "Shit, Min, feels so good," you moan blissfully and tug at his hair. 

Minho whimpers against you, and glancing down, you notice him more or less subtly rutting against the sofa. 

"Min," Chan moans out, and Minho pulls away from you, making you whine at the sudden loss. "Stop fucking the sofa, I told you we'd take care of you." Minho doesn't even protest, even though his dick hurts as he watches Chan. You follow his eyes, swallowing softly. Chan's curls frame his face beautifully, lips parted with soft pants as he strokes himself. "Go on," he breathes out. 

"Please don't cum yet," Minho says quietly, and Chan frowns at him. "Want to suck you off when I'm done with her." 

"No need, this is enough," he says, gesturing at the two of you. 

Minho's body trembles, and tears brim his eyes, making you gulp softly. "Hyungie, please," he pouts sincerely, and you gently take his hand, soothingly fondling it. Your heart hurts at how desperate he looks, and you begin to understand why Chan is so damn protective of him. If that's the side he sees of Minho when they get intimate and vulnerable, it's no surprise he'd keep him safely stored in his pocket if he could. "Wanna make you two feel good before you take care of me, please." 

Chan searches his eyes observantly before nodding. "Okay, Minnie baby," he says, eyes growing incredibly soft. "Now, take good care of Y/nnie." 

"I will," he nods eagerly, a beautiful smile covering his face. He squeezes your hand tenderly before burying himself back between your legs, sucking at your clit.

You gush against him with a loud moan, hand shooting back into his hair and pressing him close. "Fuck," you whisper, hips bucking up against him. "Ch-Channie," you press out, stomach tightening at Minho's skillful little licks and touches. Chan hums in response, only lazily stroking himself now. "M'so close." 

"You like it that much?" he asks, and you whine in response. "Hear that, Minnie, she can't answer properly with your mouth on her." Minho almost purrs at that, squeezing your thighs. "Go on then, beautiful, make a mess of our pretty boy." 

The sinful moan against your clit that leaves Minho's lips at that is enough to push you over the edge. You moan out his name loudly, body spasming beneath him. Your eyes roll back as Minho collects all your juices, not stopping even as you whimper from overstimulation. "Fuck, Min, stop," you beg, trying to squirm away, but he keeps you in place. "Min-ohh," you squeeze your eyes shut as he sucks on your clit so eagerly it makes you cum again. You pull at his hair and shake at another intense orgasm. "Channie," you plead as Minho keeps going on, too pussy drunk to stop. 

Chan tucks himself back in and steps next to you, grabbing Minho by his hair and pulling him back. Minho leans into the firm grip, lips parting with a breathy moan. His face is a mess, and so is his hair, and he smiles at you lazily. "Easy there, bunny, not so eager." 

"Sorry," he apologizes softly to you and fondles your thighs. "Love you, kitten." 

"Love you too, honey," you assure him softly. 

"Mhm, look at the mess you made," Chan hums gently, wiping his thumb across Minho's glistening lips and licking it clean with a soft sound. 

Minho moves onto the floor, reaching up to unbutton Chan's jeans before hesitating. He glances up at him with pleading eyes. "Can I suck you off now, hyung?" 

Chan chuckles softly and unbuttons his pants for him, pulling them down to his knees with his boxers and sitting down at the end of the sofa. "Come here, baby," he nods, and Minho does, resting his chin on his knees. Chan reaches out for you, soothingly rubbing your thigh as you're still coming down from your high. He smiles gently as Minho eagerly leans forward as soon as Chan makes room for him, spreading his legs. He licks up his shaft, hand stroking him experimentally. Chan groans softly as Minho wraps his lips around him and sinks down deeper. He tenses as he hits Minho's throat, and he gags around him, tears shooting to his eyes. Chan pulls him back and leans down, cupping his face. "Stop rushing, baby; we have all the time you need, okay?" he asks soothingly, kissing his forehead, nose, and lips. Minho kisses back with a soft moan, gripping the fabric of Chan's pulled-down jeans. Chan lovingly runs his hand through his hair, soothing him for a moment before guiding him back down. Minho takes his time now, relaxing his jaw as he goes on, moaning at the taste of Chan on his tongue. 

You sit up shakily after a few moments and lovingly kiss down Chan's neck, who throws his head back against the sofa to give you more room. Your hand roams his stomach before covering Chan's, buried in Minho's hair, and intertwining your fingers. Chan gasps as you bite down below his ear, nipping at his skin and guiding Minho's head with him. "Minnie, look how good you're making Channie hyung feel," you tell him, and Minho glances up, fingers gently massaging his balls. 

Chan's jaw grows slack, plump lips falling open with a beautiful moan. His eyes flutter close as Minho takes him in deeper, moaning around him. His hand sinks down to his neck, keeping him in place as he thrusts into his mouth. "So good, bunny," Chan presses out. "Doing so well for me, fuck," he pants, pushing himself further down Minho's throat. Chan turns his head, chasing your lips, and you let him kissing him passionately. He moans into your mouth, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he gets close. "Min, baby, fuck," he barely gets out before shoving Minho down his dick roughly, releasing down his throat with a guttural groan. 

Minho pulls back with a fucked out look on his face once Chan loosens his hold on him and licks his lips in anticipation. Chan catches his breath and cups his face with one hand, gently wiping the spit off his chin with his thumb. "Good?" Minho asks sweetly. 

Chan smiles fondly, tucking himself back in. "You've been very good." 

Minho glances at you expectantly, and you can't fight the smile covering your lips. "So good," you agree and lovingly ruffle his hair. Minho hums, pleased with himself. 

"Now, bunny, I'll prepare you so I can make you feel all good and full as you wanted," Chan explains, still caressing his cheek. "Once you're ready, Y/nnie will help me out, okay?" 

"Okay," Minho nods quickly. 

"Y/N?" Chan checks in, and all you can do is nod. "Speak up." 

"Yes, sir," you stammer, not quite sure where the hell that comes from, but Chan doesn't seem to mind, poking your cheek. You let him guide you into your previous position and watch them curiously as he pulls Minho to his feet. Chan helps him undress, kissing him firmly as he does. Minho lets him, chasing his lips with soft whines. Chan lets Minho undress him beside his boxers and kisses him one last time before whispering something to him you can't hear. You watch Minho cautiously as he comes over and laugh, surprised as he climbs on top of you, cuddling you close. "Hey there," you smile as he nuzzles his face in your neck. The simple act of feeling his weight on top of you, his golden skin pressing against yours, makes you feel so safe and grounded it's ridiculous. 

"Missed you," Minho whispers against your skin. 

"I missed you too, darling," you tell him and watch Chan getting comfortable on the sofa behind Minho, gently pushing your legs apart to scoot closer. 

Chan fondles Minho's back for a moment before grabbing his hips and pulling him onto his knees. "Ready?" he asks, and Minho hums, agreeing, burying himself deeper into your neck as his bum is on full display for Chan. Chan locks eyes with you and smirks. "Our dear boy felt a little embarrassed because of the sounds he makes when I stretch him out," Chan explains, and a smile creeps on your face. "I thought cuddling you might help." 

"Aw, really, Minnie?" you ask softly, and Minho nods, squirming a little in your arms. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, love," you soothe him as Chan spreads his cheeks with his fingers. "Let us hear how good you feel; I bet you sound incredibly sweet." 

"I'm not sweet," he mutters playfully offended, grip on your hip tightening in surprise as Chan licks up between his cheeks. A soft whine falls from his lips, proving your point. 

Minho's face grows hot against your skin as Chan eats him out skillfully, hands kneading his thighs and bum. His warm breath tickles your skin, and his hand gropes your hips and thighs, trying to steady himself. Beautiful tiny moans, whimpers, and whines, growing in volume and pitch, now fall freely from his lips. He's pushing back to meet Chan's tongue and grows desperate in his movements. Chan eases two fingers inside and brushes them against his prostate. Minho collapses on you with a broken moan and starts fucking himself on Chan's fingers, dragging his dick through your folds and against your clit as he does. "Hyungie," he whines, and you fondle his hair, eyes fluttering with every drag of his hips. You kiss his head and moan softly as he starts intentionally grinding down against you. “God, Y/N.” 

Chan lets him for now, kissing up his back, and soon has four fingers buried deep inside. He can tell Minho is getting close by how his body arches into his touch and his moans grow higher pitched. He suddenly pulls out, and Minho cries out his name in utter despair. "Shh, bunny, you can't cum yet, okay?" 

"Why?" he asks, sounding heartbroken. 

Chan gently rubs his sides and smiles down at him fondly. "Because you wanted to stuff our pretty girl with your cum, didn't you?" Minho moans weakly and nods face still buried in your neck. "Good, now switch positions with Y/N." 

Minho falls into the cushions heavily, staring up at the two of you with his tired, soft brown eyes. He looks adorably handsome like this, and you can't stop the moan tumbling from your lips as Chan pulls you flush against his body. "Fuck, Channie hyung, you're gonna…," he trails off as Chan runs his fingers down your folds, collecting your juices, and pushes in. You melt against him with a loud moan, reaching back and tangling your hand in his hair to steady yourself. 

"Patience," he tells Minho and locks eyes with him as he opens you up, thumb caressing your clit. "Such a good girl," he praises you as he soon eases in a third finger, stretching you out perfectly. You whine softly and roll your hips, meeting his fingers needily. 

Minho moans at the sight of you and casually spreads his legs, slowly picking up on Chan's delicious idea. 

Chan kisses his way down your neck, making you whimper his name. "Get a pillow, Minho baby." Minho reaches out for one and lifts his hips, shoving it beneath him. "Good boy," he praises him, and Minho bites his lower lip hard. He pulls his fingers from you and pats your hip, deciding you're ready. "I'll go get the lube, you two behave."

"Yes, sir," you say compliantly. 

"Min," Chan says firmly, and Minho's head snaps from your dripping pussy up to his face. 

"Yes, hyungie, of course," he promises quickly. 

A few minutes later, you're straddling Minho's lap. His fingers sink into the flesh of your hips as he's buried fully inside you, lips parting with a soft gasp at your tight heat. His face contorts with pleasure, eyebrows knitted together, and eyes squeezed shut. Chan plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, groaning as he eases himself inside of Minho. A mutual moan escapes them as he's buried deep inside. Chan inhales softly, glancing down at him. "Min?" 

"Mhm?" Minho hums, eyes still squeezed shut as he gets used to the feeling of Chan's dick stretching his hole and you clenching around him at the same time. 

"You're good?" he asks, at the same time fondling your hip. 

"Yeah," Minho nods breathlessly, cheeks flushing red. "Need a moment," he chuckles. 

You bite your lower lip with anticipation as you watch him adjust to the overwhelming feeling. It's enough for you already to have him that deep inside without him moving and Chan right behind you. You can't imagine how good Minho must be feeling now. 

"That's alright, you're in charge," he assures, soothingly fondling his thigh, making his boyfriend hum. 

Minho slowly opens his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. Chan has repeatedly told him that he was in charge whenever he fully submitted to him. Chan wouldn't do anything that pushed him over his limits; he'd never hurt him on purpose, and he'd stop at any time without getting mad. This has created a net of safety and comfort for Minho early on, allowing him to submit that easily in the first place. He meets Chan's sweet chocolate orbs and feels a warm wave of safety crashing over him, numbing his senses. Then he meets your feverish soft eyes and feels so fond of you his heart might burst. "Okay," he breathes out. 

"Baby girl?" he asks softly, and you hum in response. "You can start moving slowly." 

"Thank you," you breathe out, relieved, and lift your hips before sinking back down on him. Minho beneath you sighs and fondles up your thighs shakily. You moan sweetly at the very needed friction and brace yourself on Minho's chest. 

Chan lets you find your rhythm for a bit before gently rubbing Minho's thigh. "Tell me if it's too much," he says, and Minho nods, whimpering with pure need as Chan braces himself on the sofa and pulls back, only to thrust back into him slowly. He matches your pace, pulling out whenever you sink down on Minho and pushing back inside when you lift your hips. "That's okay?" 

"Very okay," Minho breathes out, eyes fluttering. "Feels good," he adds after a moment, a soft whimper lacing his voice. 

Chan taps your hips, signaling you to speed up a little, and once again adjusts to your rhythm. "How's the view, bunny?" he asks, lovingly cupping your breast.

Minho chokes on his next moan and grips your thighs tightly. "So pretty, Y/nnie," he tells you. "Wanted to fuck you so bad, missed that gorgeous - god fuck - pussy so bad," he rambles, making you shiver at the raw lust coating his orbs. 

You moan softly and meet his hips. "Yeah? You've only had it for such a short time but can't get enough of it, do ya?" 

Chan eyes you curiously as you seem to switch a little, growing more dominant with Minho. His boyfriend stares at you with wide eyes, seemingly incredibly turned on by you doing so. 

"What did you miss more? That pussy or your hyung's dick stuffing you until you're dumb?" you ask, and Minho swallows softly, wincing as you grab his chin. 

"Don't make me choose," he pleads softly, and Chan didn't think he'd see him do that with anyone else but him. 

"What if you had to?" you ask, enjoying this little game. 

Minho's eyes dart back and forth between you and Chan, growing confused, and suddenly, he looks almost anxious. "I don't know," he whimpers, eyes brimming with tears. "I don't wanna choose just one, wanna have you both." 

"Fucks sake," Chan groans deliciously, burying his face in your shoulder as his hips buck forward. 

You smile fondly and brush back his hair. "That's why you're such a good baby boy," you praise him, and Minho whimpers in response, lower lip trembling. 

"Yeah?" he asks timidly. 

"Yes, gorgeous," you smile at him and pat his chest. "Such a good baby." 

Chan rubs his thigh and flashes him a smile. "You're doing so well, such a good little bunny for us," he tells him. 

Minho seems to melt beneath you, blushing heavily at your combined praises. He throws his head back as the two of you pick up pace once more. His jaw grows slack as you seem to punch out whiny, shaky moans from him. He doesn't hold back anymore, falling apart with every roll of your hips, with every thrust Chan delivers. Minho feels heavenly, and the combined pleasure is almost a little too much. He feels himself starting to slip away and reaches out for Chan with one hand weakly. "Channie, hyungie," he whispers. 

Chan intertwines their hands and searches his face observantly. "I'm here, you can let go," he assures him, and Minho moans sweetly. 

Minho's face relaxes, a lazy smile spreading across his lips and his head slowly drops to the side. His hand relaxes in Chan's but stays there, his other drops from your thigh onto the sofa. 

"What's happening?" you ask quietly, stopping your movement and frowning when Minho whimpers in protest. 

"Keep going, baby girl," Chan tells you, soothingly fondling Minho's hand. "Subspace. Happens sometimes." 

"Oh," you nod gently and pick up your previous pace, bouncing on him. 

"I'll know when something's wrong, but practically all he wants is for you to keep using him the way you did before," he tells you between pants before speaking up again. "Min, you're okay?" he asks, and Minho needs a moment before reacting to his voice and squeezing his hand. 

Minho feels like he's floating, heart bursting with joy to be used by Chan and you. His needy moans turn into tiny, weak whimpers, and Chan's hand feels heavy in his. He can hear your voices through a heavy fog, feeling safe as you two talk to him. 

Your stomach tightens at the sight of Minho being so fucked out he can't respond besides squeezing Chan's hand. "I'm so close," you tell Chan. 

"Cum whenever you're ready, beautiful," Chan encourages you, chasing his own high. 

You desperately roll your hips and reach down, toying with your clit to give yourself that last push. Chan gently encourages you, guiding you through it as you cum with a loud groan of their names. Minho beneath you whines as you clench around him repeatedly, shaking on top of him. "Fuck, Chan," you whisper once you start to get overstimulated, and Minho's eyes fill with tears. 

"Kiss his neck for me, baby girl, let's help him out," he says soothingly. 

You lie down on Minho, still keeping him inside, and gently litter his skin with kisses that have him humming appreciatively. The force of Chan's thrusts and Minho's weak attempts to push back make you bounce on his dick, moaning against his neck. Chan behind you grows quiet, his once-controlled pace gets messy, and you can tell he's close. "Come on, Channie hyung," you moan out softly. "Let go." 

Chan spills into Minho with a long, loud groan, slamming his hips inside of him roughly. "Fuck, yeah," he growls, and Minho suddenly tenses up, tears slipping from his eyes as his face scrunches up in pleasure. 

A loud sob ripples through him, and you can feel him coating your walls. Continuous weak little moans leave him as you two help him through it, and he can do nothing but enjoy the pleasure coursing through his body. 

Chan pulls out very carefully, and Minho whimpers at the loss. He lifts you off his dick, and that's when Minho reacts.

"Hyung, no, please," he cries, grabbing your arm. "Don't go." 

Chan soothingly rubs his side. "We're here, baby, you're okay."

You get comfortable on his left and Chan on his right. You both cuddle him close, soothingly fondling his hair and body, whispering sweet nothings to him. "You're so pretty, darling," you whisper. 

"You did such a good job, Minho baby," Chan adds, and Minho closes his eyes, cuddling into the two of you. Chan seems to know exactly how to coax him back out, and you do your best to support him. Once he's sure Minho's alright, he exchanges a glance with you. "We should go and clean up," he says, and you nod tiredly. 

Chan prepares the bathtub for the three of you and carries you there first, helping you into the warm water. He kisses your forehead and smiles fondly. "I'll go get Min." 

"Okay," you smile softly. 

He gently lowers Minho into the water with you before getting in himself. He pulls Minho into his lap, who cuddles up against him tiredly. You cuddle into Chan’s left side, resting your head on his chest next to Minho’s. Minho’s hand finds yours in the warm water, easing your bodies. For a while, you all simply relax in silence before Chan and you help Minho washing his hair and body for him. Chan then does the same for you, and you’re ready to sleep once he’s done. You’re amazed at how quickly Chan has the two of you in bed, comfortably dressed and hair dried. Minho clings to you as Chan leaves you to finish up himself, and you lazily fondle his hair.

Chan smiles softly at the sight of you two, all cuddled up and waiting for him. His curls are still damp from rushing a little to take care of you as soon as possible. As soon as he climbs into bed, the two of you are clinging to him, having him chuckle, and his heart swell with pride. He kisses both your heads and whispers to you how much he loves you, telling you to sleep. Neither Min nor you need a second invitation, dozing off quickly, trusting Chan to keep you safe in your sleep.

PART FOUR

MASTERLISTS | PROMPT LIST | GUIDELINES

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[dreamwritesimagines]

It would be so funny if like it's been years and Logan has begrudgingly accepted Jamie as part of the family. It's fine. He married Sunshine. Theo calls him dad. He has a daughter with Sunshine. He knows Uncle Jamie is just a good friend of the family and he accepts him as such

But the competition comes back when he realizes that Brianna is A LOT more comfortable around Jamie than she is around him and Sunshine is like "of course I mean you scare the girl to death"

"I do not"

"Last weekend you told her you'd always get revenge on anyone who ever hurt Theo and then you told her you knew where she lived"

"I was offering her a ride home!"

"Last weekend you told her you'd always get revenge on anyone who ever hurt Theo and then you told her you knew where she lived"

"I was offering her a ride home!" HELP I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AT THIS ASDFGHJKL-

My love this is hilarious! 😂 Thank you so so much for this! 😂😁

I'm still giggling, and YES! 😂 I feel like Logan will eventually accept James into the family -or James accepts Logan into the family- and they actually do get along well even if at first they both just tried it for Sunshine's sake 😁

Lolll I feel like Sunshine would be like,

"Logan, I love you but since constructive criticism is important in communication; you do realize that there are less intimidating ways to offer someone a ride home?"

"Like what?"

"Like maybe don't start the sentence with 'I know where you live'?

"Well-"

"Also, we like Brianna."

"Yeah but why does she like James more than me?"

"James just has a comforting vibe."

"And I don't?"

"Oh, to me you do, absolutely. To the rest of the world, however..."

[shrutithemisfit]

My favourite Starbula moments:

When I saw Nebula carrying Peter scene in the trailer, I knew something changed between them.

I loved how much Nebula cared for him and was worried. She was upset looking at his condition deteriorating and felt helpless.

The way everyone was asking her if Peter is okay, what she thinks they should do with him is such a 'significant other' position of her.

The touching scene was so soft between them. She was heartbroken but made peace with it. I felt bad because she might have accepted the fact that she will always come second to Gamora.

Towards the ending,when Mantis shouted at her for being rude to everyone, it felt her anger comes from a lot of self hatred; what Thanos did to her.

"She calls me Star Lord when she is angry" is such a cute moment. That's something a couple would do. 🤭

I loved how much it affected Peter.

"Let me in" when Peter said this to Nebula while she was entering the dressing room... My dirty mind 😳😅

I mean he said it in such a normal way. Did they changed their clothes together before??? Are they comfortable???

The eye scene just made me their fan. When Nebula dismissed Peter's feelings and that hahaha. I'm like 'Girl don't lie... You feel something.'

I don't know why... Peter could have said no to Gamora's words, but he didn't and instantly stared at Nebula. As if, he felt something but never paid attention to it and this is the first time someone said it loud and he acknowledged it.

Later, Peter helping injured Nebula got me thinking. Either Gamora or Mantis could have supported her and Peter should have been with Drax due to the physicality.

I loved when Nebula protected Peter from Gamora and admitted that he is family to her. Looking at her temperament, she could have shouted at him for bothering her sister as well as not focusing on the mission. She never did throughout the whole movie.

The argument between Mantis and Nebula is such a funny sister in laws moment and Peter shouting at both of them to stop. 😂

Nebula not able to open the door and later Peter unable to drive. I agree with everyone who said they are giving old married couple vibes.

Peter insisting her to stay when High Evolutionary called only Peter and Groot, that they will be alright while she was still worried. Her jumping onto the spaceship when things went south.

Her calling Peter to let him know help is coming. Peter being disappointed, that she knows him better and he always finds a way.

Their epic fight scene was 🔥🔥🔥

They were so much in sync.

Nebula almost losing it when Peter was saved and him asking her if that looked cool was such an adorable moment.

Later, Nebula asking him whether he is alright after Gamora left was also a touching scene.

From the beginning to the end, she always cared for him and was there for him.

I hope this is not the end and we get to see more of their relationship develop. 🤞

[rascalentertainments]

THE GIRL IS HERE! SHE'S HERE! 😃 You have no idea how long it took me to get to this one! I'll admit this one looks a tiny bit different than in my head (it could've looked a little better, honestly) but I hope she turned out well! After seeing all the wonderful fan art I've been getting I finally got to give something back by showing WG!Asha! Her design is based off of two concepts arts combined into one (Though I forgot her silver jewelry here somehow, my bad 😅) So now she can interact with other Ashas in the Wishverse! Plus she has some sass, cause let's face it, its been building up.

(These two pieces stood out the most to me, and I'm growing attached to Bill Schwab's art style 😅)

The idea was keep the outfit like it was homemade, since her mother taught her to sew clothes from a young age. Sakina lost her wish to become a royal seamstress for Rosas and the citizens, so she gave her daughter all the knowledge she knows instead. Asha might have a royal princess dress (not yet anyway), but she feels comfortable and free still wearing it.

Surprisingly (to my horror), she gets along with TFS!Asha very well. WG!Asha can only swear outside of the movie because "DISNEY". (with the exception of hell, because that's allowed in kids movies now for some reason) and TFS!Asha swears like a sailor, so she admires the freedom she has. And the pessimism they both have, dear lord...😂 However when it comes to their respective Stars, WG!Asha is more open about her feelings that she's developing for Star, but TFS!Asha doesn't want to get influenced by her romantic thoughts, so she changes the subject. 😂😂

As for the progress on the story, the next chapter should be either tomorrow or Wednesday, after I check for errors. I'm also planning to doing the DTIYS challenge of Asha and Suñeo soon, and then get to Valentino's redesign next. Got my hands full with content here and I love it!

NOW WE CAN DO WISH GRANTED SHIP ART!!! 😃

So Star, what do you thi—

Star: SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!!!!! 😍

Me: TOO BRIGHT!!! MY EYES!!!

Uh, can someone take me to the hospital, I think I've gone blind–

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[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 5

Tagging: @bloody-mf-bsc, @augustwithquills

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Y/N Y/L/N: Lord have mercy

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User3: Finally,it's Ben's Era to shine

User15: Ben Barnes could step on me and I'd be grateful

User14: Y/N is so damn lucky for having such a husband material of a man

User19: Quick question Y/N: When people get married or engaged, some of them have that habit of always twirling their ring for comfort. Do both of you do that a lot?

Y/N Y/L/N: neither one us realized at first but when our friends and families pointed out, especially when we weren't together, that yes we indeed do that... We were shocked and touched. So yes, we do it a lot 🥰

benbarnes: It makes me feel closer to her when I touch my ring because that's when I know that this wasn't a wild dream.

User6: OMG that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard 🥹😭

User12: these two are the biggest simp for each other and we are their biggest simps

User13: crying, wailing, vomiting, sliding over the door 😭

User6: Man is just so genuine and grateful for his life... Just watch how he softens and gets giddy at the mere mention of his girl and you would see it

User12: a Man who turns into a child with his lover is the greenest green flag ever and the most adorable thing in the whole world

User5: if these two ever breaks up I'll for sure loose all hope for a long-lasting love.

User18: but like... Has anyone ever seen Ben that much in love? Look at our man, there is a different glow I've never seen in him with all the other

User4: That's Y/N effect, darling, and it proves even more that what they have is genuine and real💓

User6: they slowly solved every single one of the problems they faced and now living fhe life they deserve 😌

User10: Ben is down so bad for her and look at that shiny, bright smile on his face🤭

User5: What is he smiling at in the second picture Y/N?

Y/N Y/L/N: we were having a zoom meeting with the SaB cast and he looked so cute like that and I took a screenshot 🥹

User6: why was he smiling tho?

benbarnes: because my fiancee looked so cute ❤️

jessie_mei_li: my parents are so obviously in love 🥹 but come on, just lower the flirting down a bit, will you?

User9: Lord, indeed, should have mercy

User1: those two are so cute together and so like those old school romances 🥹

User7: If Ben looked at me like the first one, I would fold

shadowandbone: legit

User4: Who is managing this account 🤣

User8: And why so like us?? 😂

User12: Legends say that It's Y/N so that she could openly gush about them 👀

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Y/N Y/L/N: Very close to lock him up in the house...😑 I thought we talked about being so cute, mister benbarnes?

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benbarnes: It's genetics, love, I can't change it😏🤭

User3: someone finally thaught him how to use emojis

User9: user3= sarcastic older daughter

User16: we indeed agree on this Y/N, he should be kept hidden for some time!

User14: Ever since their engagement, I am always imagining their son. Yes, son. For some reasons, I feel like their first child would be a boy... With his daddy's pout and nose scrunch and his mummy's eyes 🥹

User8: STOP THAT'S TOO CUTE

User1: They can have my soul for that to happen

User7: I feel like he is more of a girl dad tho

User8: who said they would only have one child?😌

User7: She has been very clingy and lovey on Ben lately 👀 Is it because of the Engagement or...

User4: There is more Y/N and Ben content everywhere, and I'm soaking them all up

blakelively: I'm shocked...

User6: WHY? DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T

User5: SECOND MOMMY BLAKE WE ARE DESPERATE PLEASE-

User1: I'm ready to give everything, not that you need, bUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOOD IS IT BABY NEWS?!

freddycarter1: finally, she remembered that she is engaged and actually flirts with him rather than bullying.

kittheyounger: at least one of us is saved 🥹

calahan.skogman: It's a fair sacrifice to make...

Y/N Y/L/N: Stop being dramatic guys... I'll take you all to Disneyland, don't worry

kittheyounger: just like that, suddenly, I'm very obedient 🧎

User9: Let's not forget about how user3 is basically their adopted kid at this point djsjdj

User5: I'd have died if they personally invited her to their wedding lol

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Y/N Y/L/N: Here are some photos of me on the set, taken by amazing people!

1. my fiance benbarnes

2. dear jessie_mei_li

3. dragon queen sujaya_dasgupta

P.S: Damn, I really look good!

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User9: look at our happy girl claiming her man😎

User15: A confident girl 😎

User1 Queen is queening

User4: Mommy is mommying

User6: but brain not braining because dayumnn look at that cute smile

User8: Everyone, find yourselves someone that looks at you like Y/N looks when she is directing

User14: So inspiring for young girls! Keep doing what you love, sweet Y/N!

User7: The third picture stepped on me... thank you mommies 🧎

User4: I had to put my phone down and breathe deeply with a hand on my chest 😛

User12: who knew Sujaya's great photo-taking ability?

User11: definetly not me, but it was a welcomed surprise

shadowandbone: on my KNEES for them, down so bad...🤭🫦

User3: Y/N we know it's you, you can come out 🤣

zendaya: Happy smiles after the engagement huh 😏

amita_suman: and here we are, wondering what made her even more enthusiastic... Turns out, it was just Ben effect

User5: She looks so much more happier, if that was possible!

freddycarter1: and much more soft

kittheyounger: and much more loving

Y/N Y/L/N: I'm still the old me... Maybe a tiny bit softer, but don't tempt me.

User5: currently watching her old interviews... MOMMY we need new food!

User2: Have you watched the latest, very long, reels in Instagram?

User5: NO! WHEN DID SHE DO THAT

User2: a few hours ago! It's really fun, just our Queen slaying again

User12: "I'm so glad I'm finally alone... Having to pretend like I like the male population of the cast took a toll on me. Her face:😒😏🫢🤭🤫 *Sips soda but chokes*"

User7: The way I cackled so hard at that part! She is unintentionally so funny djsjdj

User9: Chaotic Good is literally her.

User6: Karma has found her after her prank on Freddy as a revenge for Calahan

User13: Mother Y/N, is there gonna be New food? I need me some full-of-feels work-of-art kinda thing of yours...

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Y/N Y/L/N: I couldn't have done half of the things I did without his support, trust and love. And look at what he is doing?

Are you trying to be my 13th reason?

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benbarnes: I didn't know me, holding babies did something to you love 😏

Y/N Y/L/N: It does many things, Barnes, but we shouldn't talk about it here...

User5: I don't know what you want from me, but you can have my first born or whatever so that you two could get married 🫡

freddycarter1: benbarnes and Y/N Y/L/N Please get a room already, you are getting kinky in the comments

User16: Bets are on about how soon they will hold their baby ✋

User7: If Ben isn't gonna give her a baby, she will get it herself...

User3: she wants to have a baby so bad 🥹 And I do too

User8: this world is shitty anyways, we all need a little baby Y/L/N-Barnes to make it a little bit better

User10: Completely irrevelant and you don't have to answer Y/N, but in one of his interviews he said he always loved your kisses the best and it didn't have to be sexual etc. I was wondering what type of kisses he was talking? Again, completely fine if you won't answer 😊

Y/N Y/L/N: hı, sweetie! Thank you for being so mindful of our life! Of course I can answer it: It's perhaps the ones that gives you butterflies? He enjoys the lingering kisses with a hand over his neck and face, whether on the lips or not, he also loves me attacking his face with gentle kisses too but I think, by his reactions, the one he ADORES and melts the most is forehead kisses! 🥹

User10: OMG thank you for answering! So, it was true? Ben really enjoys getting the babygirl treatment?

Y/N Y/L/N: He does! And I really love it when he is so happy and just giggles cutely🥰🥹

User15: Y/N Y/L/N being the most lovely and amazing girlfriend she is... Coddling her boyfriend and shit and making me cry because damn, that's one hell of a healthy realtionship

User5: currently sitting in my tub full of water and staring at the toaster...

User1: Y/N is swooning for her man holding a child( no wonder why, it was my first reaction at seeing Ben look down at that child so softly and lovingly)

User3: Now, just imagine how he would be like if it was his own🥹

User6: istg they are Milf and dilf in making, I just know it!

User12: what would be the gender of their first child? Bets are on! ( user3, you better vote too because you called dibs on their marriage, you are calling dibs again on the gender and this time, I'm on your side)

User3: OMG djshdjdjd I don't know really, as long as the baby is fine and healthy... But I'd really like to see a baby boy Barnes who ADORES and waddles after his mama like a certain dad of his 🥹

User12: Boy, it is... Okay, okay.

User12: girl button (･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ ♡

User12: boy button( from the seer herself): (･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ ♡

[wysteria-clad]

Dating Will Miller would include:

paring: Will Miller x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: mentions of sex but nothing explicit, pregnancy, kids.

If marriage, babies & children aren't your thing, keep scrolling.

a/n: I'm highkey soft for the Miller brothers. I'm in love, your honor.

Will

- Will is 10/10 the guy to give you his shoes if you say your feet hurts after wearing heels all day. He would even carry you in his arms after teasing you a bit playfully.

- He is so good at cuddling. His hugs are the best. He completely wraps you in his arms, shielding you from anything hurting you figuratively and literally, making you feel loved, safe and warm.

- He is a gentleman. He opens doors for you.

- Kisses on the side of your head, lots of it—as a goodbye, a greeting, a reminder of his sweet love. He is soft for you <3

- His terms of endearment for you—sweetheart, honey, sweetie usually. If he is feeling really tender/trying to calm you down, he calls you, 'Baby'

- He is not the jealous type, but he is really protective of you.

- He is attentive, he notices your cues if you are in a bad mood/ pms-ing. He knows exactly what to do to comfort you. And he will give you space to cool down if you prefer that.

- Daddy af

- He is the dom, but would be down to switch for you if you want to try it.

- He is always gentle with you. But he is rough af when you want it that way, but still he checks to make sure you are alright.

- He gives you anything you desire—Hot passionate sex? Yes. Soft vanilla sex? Yes. You just want to be held by him and kissed and cuddled sweetly? Yes.

- He is the big spoon. You tried to spoon him once, but you looked like koala bear clinging to him. You both laughed it off. He doesn't mind as long you are next to him. But you hook your leg over his hip in sleep and he loves it.

- He is not big on pda, but he would never turn down your kisses. He holds your hands when you go out.

- And when you go shopping, he actually pays attention to the outfits you pick out when you try it on for him. He doesn't zone out and scroll his phone mindlessly.

- He is patient af. He would wait for you till you choose without complaining.

"You look beautiful in everything, sweetheart."

To him you can wear nothing but a huge baggy t-shirt, and be the most beautiful women on the entire planet.

"You are not helping," you laugh lightly holding all five outfits you tried.

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Flattery would get you anything, Miller," you add, smiling. You ended up buying all five outfits.

- He would carry your bags. No way he want his baby to carry stuff when he is around. Not in a controlling, macho way, more like, 'Let me treat you like the Queen you are, baby.'

- His primary love languages are quality time and acts of service.

- He is a girl dad™

- You have two daughters with him. (If you wanna see soft! Dad! Will, here ya go)

- They are daddy's girls without a single doubt. You joke about how your girls 'betrayed you'

- He tries to leave for work before your daughters are up, cause he cannot resist their faces when they cling to him. Your youngest refuses to leave his arms, while your oldest clings to his legs and cry for him not to leave. "Daddy, don't leave me alone!'' (You don't count, mommy 😂)

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Dating Benny Miller would include

paring: Benny Miller x fem! reader; established relationship

- Let's say you did something great/achieved something in academics/career. Benny is the type of boyfriend to yell, "That's my girlfriend!", publicly. You are embarrassed, but deadass love it.

- He is a proud boyfriend and he loves to show you off to his friends.

- Santi, Frankie and Will thought it would tone down after he married you, but no. It only changed to 'That's my wife!', after the marriage.

Frankie casually mentions how his wife is the best, and of course, Benny has to go on and on about how wonderful you are until they cut him off, grumbling.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. Your girl is the best."

"My wife," he corrects with a not so subtle grin on his face.

- Benny loves your cuddles. He would just lay his head between your breasts or bury his head on the crook of your neck. Mans just loves your touch. He is your personal weighted blanket. He cannot keep his hands off you.

- He melts into you like a puddle when you thread your fingers into his hair, and play with his hair while cuddling.

- His terms of endearment for you—baby, babe, darling, sweetness, babygirl. And he would call you more cheeky names.

- Constant teasing and playful banters.

- Palm kisses are his thing <3

- He is the kind of boyfriend that would rest his chin on your palm/kiss your palm if you do the 'hold out your palm to your lover and see what they do' challenge.

- He is your golden retriever puppy. His mere presence lights up your entire day.

- He gets jealous and is a little insecure at times.

- Always knows what to do and what to say to make you smile and laugh.

- Switch af

- Down to try new things with you, but impact play is not his thing.

- kinky sex, giggling goofy sex, passionate sex.

- He loves and enjoys cuddling you after sex.

- He usually spoons you, but would not hesitate to ask you adorably, "Baby, can I be the little spoon now?". He is your six feet tall baby <3

- He knows how goddamn handsome and hot he is, yet he would blush whenever you compliment him, especially his pretty eyes.

- You want piggyback rides from him? You got it.

- pda. pda. pda

Always has his arm around you shoulder/waist/thigh when you are out. And he can't stop kissing you any chance he gets.

- His primary love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

- He is great with kids. He is 'the fun uncle' to his nieces and his friends' kids.

- You have a son and a daughter with him.

- Highkey cries on your kids' first day of pre-school, and won't hide it.

(a/n: I can go on & on about these cuties, let's save that for later)

[yazthebookish]

I just reread the bonus chapter and I'm just, as always, struck by how fucking obvious Gwyn and Azriel's set up is.

✨ He found it already occupied. His shadows had not warned him. It was too late to bank without appearing like he was running, Azriel landed in the ring a few feet from where Gwyn practiced in the chill night, her sword glimmering like ice in the moonlight.

I'm telling you those shadows are going to play wingmen for Az.

✨ His shadows peered over his wings at her. The young priestess smiled--and Azriel thought it might have been directed at his curious shadows.

Does anyone ever really smile at his shadows except for Gwyn 😭

✨ "Happy Solstice," she said, as much a dismissal as it was a holiday blessing. -- He snorted. "Are you kicking me out?" -- Gwyn's teal eyes flashed with alarm. "No! I mean, I don't mind sharing the ring. I just...I know you like to be alone." Her mouth  quirked to the side, crinkling the freckles on her nose. "Is that why you came up here?"

Gwyn really indirectly said he was going to be a brooding ass so let's wish him a happy solstice and let him go and he still teased her back instead of taking the opening she gave him. Also, no one pays enough attention to this detail but SHE KNOWS he likes to be alone 👀 girl is paying close attention to him alright 👀

✨ Sort of. "I forgot something," he reminded her. -- "At two in the morning?" Pure amusement glittered in her stare. Better than the pain and grief he'd spied a moment before. So he offered her a crooked smile. "I can't sleep without my favorite dagger."-- "A comfort to every growing child." -- Azriel's lips twitched.

Gwyn has no filters on I love her 😂😂😂 she really indirectly called his lying ass out.

✨ "How was the party?" Her breath curled in front of her mouth, and one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. Like it heard some silent music. -- "Fine," he said, and realized a heartbeat later that it wasn’t a socially acceptable answer. "It was nice."   Not much better. So he asked, "Did you and the priestesses have a celebration?"

For a 500+ year old immortal Az you should've been better at this game, but I'm proud of you for at least being self-aware and trying to have a normal conversation. 2/5 on the effort but still appreciated.

✨ She angled her head, hair shining like molten metal. "Do you sing?” -- He blinked. It wasn't every day that people took him by surprise, but..."Why do you ask?" -- "They call you shadowsinger. Is it because you sing?" -- “I am a shadowsinger--it's not a title that someone just made.” -- She shrugged again, irreverently. Az narrowed his eyes, studying her. "Do you, though?" she pressed. "Sing?" -- Azriel couldn't help his soft chuckle. "Yes."

1. Not many people take him by surprise but she did. -- 2. I wouldn't be surprised because it's funny as hell if she asked him because of shadowSINGER -- 3. Azriel taking offense and reaffirming he is, in fact, a SHADOWSINGER. -- 4. Sarah confirmed there will be a scene of him singing, as far as we know Gwyn is likely the only character who knows he does, also the fact that SJM created something common between the two of them and it's that they both sing? -- 5. It's sweet to think that Gwyn wanted to know something about him and asked him about something she herself loves to do, which is sing.

✨ "I blame Cassian for this. He's too busy making eyes at Nesta to notice such mistakes these days." Azriel laughed. "I’ll give you that."  

Gwyn complaining about Nessian and Az is like "I can relate " 😂

✨ Gwyn smiled broadly. "Thank you." -- Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch.  

She smiled at him and both him and his shadows felt calm 🥹 like compare how aloof and depressed he was at the start of his scene with Gwyn to him feeling this just after one conversation with her 😭😭 it's so 😭😭 I love them so fucking much.

✨ Gwyn nodded her farewell, again facing the ribbon. A warrior sizing up an opponent, all traces of that charming irreverence gone. Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer.

"That charming irreverence" Gwyn is so unapologetic about that irreverence I love her for it -- also, that's a clear, in-your-face, clue about a mating bond. I stand by that and my opinion remains unchanged since I first read the bonus chapter in 2021.

✨ Clotho was smart enough to see through his deflection. She wrote, "I’ll give it to Gwyneth, Tell her a friend left it for her". -- He wouldn't go so far as to call Gwyn a friend, but... "Fine. Thank you."  

I don't really find this alarming when people try to push into my face. It's obvious they're not in love "yet" and Azriel doesn't have any friends outside the IC, he doesn't know how to label it. It's still early to even label it. That "but..." leaves an opening there.

✨ Clotho's pen moved once more. She deserves something as beautiful as this. I thank you for the joy it shall bring to her. -- Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason... he could see it.  -- But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. -- A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

When Clotho thanked him for the joy the gift wil bring to Gwyn that's when something sparked in him. That's when he started to picture that joy. "For whatever reason" she's likely your mate bro that's why but we'll save that for later. He was aware and conscious enough to erase his smile yet bury the image of Gwyn's joy in his chest. He had a DAMN SMILE on his face while thinking of Gwyn's joy, like, that's so precious 😭 and Clotho is 100% true, she deserves all the joy the world has to offer for her (I just wish it wasn't a necklace meant for someone else). I get the kindness behind the act but it can bite him in the ass if SJM brings it up in the main book.

That's only a teaser for what's to come and that's the purpose of the bonus chapter. I can see why Sarah was more excited for readers to read Azriel's chapter than Feysand's chapter. She knew what she was doing here and what she's setting up. I didn't want to post the earlier scenes since I don't want to deal with people showing up with pitchforks and I don't need to talk about other ships I'm happy and content to gush about my own.

Every time I reread this chapter it just reminds me of how obvious Gwyn and Azriel's set up is and you don't need a pairing to bang or make out to create a set up. We didn't even get much but they are going to be such a fun couple, I need more of funny and easy-going Azriel.

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

The beauty🌹 of Shadamy

Isn't it just wonderful how my dear Amy Rose gets paired romantically with every Sonic Rival in the fandom? Even Blaze! And fortunately not much with Jet 😂😂 My favorite one obviously is Shadamy, followed by Surgamy and finally with Metal Sonic but seriously, to me nothing beats THE Shadamy❤🖤🩷.

So the BEST thing about this ship to me is that it was born out of a single interaction 😆 and I don't mean the moment she colorblinded mistook him for Sonic and hugged him nooooope I mean the moment she reminded him about Maria Robotnik's 🥺 true wish by giving him a similar speech of hope and second chances and after that he said: I have to fufill my promise for Maria... And you... Me after seeing that👇👇

(Funny this gif, casually she was also fangirling about a... SHAMY 🤣🤣 only the ones who know the show will get it)

Seriously, is fascinating how popular this ship became of that single interaction that led fans to write a HUGE amount of fanfiction of them and is always so romantic or so passionate or so angsty God I never get tired of it, one of my favorite portrayals of Shadamy is when Shadow is kind of a emo simp towards her, like he is simply adoring her even when she only looks at Sonic who is not looking at her 😭... Ah drama. 😂 I remember a few stories back when I was a pre teen... Like "el blog de Amy Rose" That's the only written fanfic name I remember and it was a total soap opera, a total and absolute telenovela full of all kinds of drama like Silver was their son and Sonic and Shadow were lost brothers 😂. Then I remember I few comics like Ternion that was an insanely passionate and angsty story with an excellent art that to contribute to my torture it was never finished... And boy I know the author had a secret smut chapter that she never posted anywhere... We know it exists because there were a few hot scenes in a video... 😭 but never happened the story didn't even reach half of what I think it was going to be🥲. In Chaos universe there's a double story in one Sonic and Amy had a daughter named Sonia but in an alternative universe we have María Rose who is Shadow and Amy's daughter... Is another tragedy were Amy is dead in both universes 😭 and of course I'm totally biased with Maria Rose's universe because the way her dad remember Amy's just hits different, seriously is way more enjoyably painful 🥲 and then the most current comics I'm addicted to of course IDOL AMY portrayed Shadow exactly how I said I like him the most 🥺 and the last one I saw is one apocalyptic where obviously Shadow survives and mourns a dead Amy: Future's Shadow... Girl this hedgehog can't catch a break they like to see him suffer 🥲🥲🥲

Now let's focus in the official interactions:

The Archie comics before the reboot kinda mistreated Amy portraying her in an annoying way most of the time just like in some games... And I wasn't a fan of a certain interaction she had with Shadow... (Those issues had a bitchy evil Rouge portrayal that I didn't like one bit🤬) I mean shadow actually kicks her in the stomach and hits her with her own hammer and... That just felt so wrong, you see I can't picture an scenario where Shadow would lay a hand on Amy in such a way as he did in those comics but I had a little comfort in this interaction at least 👇👇

She puts her faith on him when he doesn't have much faith on himself and that is something she also did in the games, like in Shadow the hedgehog own game. Then there was a reboot and we got better interactions, here we have Amy teasing him and he pouting adorably (and finally they dropped the Rouge is a bitch portrayal thank you😤)

We also see that they can make a good team

Hey Shadow how it feels to be hammered by her? 🤭😇, then we had the marvelous IDW reboot but we still don't have proper interactions (and this is the best Rouge💜)

Though honesty? This look like a romance novel scene... You know, with the bad boy being stubborn with the kind sweet girl 😂. Well Sonic IDW is still ongoing so we'll see if we get something more juicy... But I think I will be happy if they simply team up in a fight again.

And now let's talk about Twitter... Well, well, well have you noticed this tiny details in Sonic's Twitter takeovers? Someone asked "Shadow, will you marry me? " And they made Amy voice be the one reading that question 🧐, not only that the things Shadow described about what he wants in a partner for marriage were things that Amy totally would do perfectly (and to add some spice they made Sonic voice sound kind of upset to tease us with some sonadow too😂😂) and then the most precious and hilarious thing... SHADOW AND AMY ARE BOTH SWIFTIES 😆😆

And look! He got her ticket's 😭😭 and they went together!!! 😭😭😭(that's a DATE) and then in another Twitter takeover she tells about how they had fun and got shirts and then Sonic got jealous 😭😭😭 KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and look what SEGA IS DOING 👇👇👇

Pop Star Amy and Rock Star Shadow I can't... 😭😭 and paladin Amy and knight Shadow AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY MATCH!!!!!

I'm telling you... Sonic team is indulging us with oficial Sonamy but they are also shamelessly teasing us with SHADAMY (and sonadow juju)

And seriously fellow comic artists, feel free to keep drawing Shadamy comics forever... We don't get tired... 😇 and SEGA... Don't be shy... We conform with little teasing details you don't have to confirm or deny anything but for future games... A little Shadamy won't hurt 🥺🙏, we want Shadamy in games too! IDW that goes for you too... If you are teasing Sonamy and Sonadow you can tease Shadamy too! (And Knouge too! 😫)

And all this reminds me that we should demand SEGA to reboot the Sonic Adventure games with new modern animation and also so it's playable in modern consoles! I want to play it with the Nintendo Switch!! 😤😤😤

[alxndryngs]

Alright I've got a prompt for you: RE8 women (including mother miranda) have a nightmare, how does the reader deal with it?

If you keep making me write fluff like stuff about Miranda, you might just succeed with your mission 😂 But yes, absolutely. Here we go!

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Alcina:

She was never one to stir much when she slept. Once she had found a comfortable position, which most of the times was behind you with her arms wrapped around you, she would most likely not move again until she woke up.

It was one of the first nights in winter when the snow began to stick when it happened, when your wife began to squirm in her sleep.

The sounds of her whimpers, her rough handling on you and the moving of hers woke you. Squinting, you turned your head to take a look at the taller woman behind you.

"Cina?" You whispered, even in the dark you could see the layer of sweat covering her.

Turning over to face her, you sat up in bed and gently began to shake her arm to wake her from whatever bad dream she was having.

This hadn't been the first time she seemed to be getting a bad nights sleep, but this was the first time she was actually seeming to be having a nightmare.

Even the thought of Alcina going through something horrible in her dream made you frown. She was strong, but in the dream world? God knows what was happening.

The gasps and shallow breaths coming from her spurred you on to shake her a tad harder, eyebrows furrowing with worry.

"Alcina, draga."

Nothing. Her squirming continued.

Turning back for a split moment, you turned on the small lamp on your bedside table before turning back to your wife, almost gasping at the sight of her. Hair was sticking to her sweat covered forehead, just like her nightgown clung to her body. The mattress beneath her was absolutely drenched, as well as the sheets on pillow.

"Alcina damn it! Wake up, you're dreaming!"

You couldnt deny the fact that you had began panicking, especially after seeing your wife in the state she was in. Alcina never broke a sweat, not even after a trail ride in the middle of June with the scorching sun shining down on you both.

"Draga mea, why are you panting like that? I am positive even the girls back at the castle can hear you."

"Nothing, I'm just- incredibly hot."

Your wife grinned, her nude painted lips stretching into a smile.

"Well," She mused. "That I know, but-"

"Oh gods! I am sweating Alcina."

"Oh yes, of course. Of course."

Holding her damp face in your hands, you yelled her name once more before she finally opened her eyes with a loud gasp. Before you could even ask her what was wrong, what had happened, she pulled you against her sweaty body. Her arms were holding you so strongly, you thought she might squish you like a blueberry.

"The girls, the girls." She breathed, repeating herself over and over before eventually shooting out of bed, leaving you behind to follow which you did as soon as you could process what was happening.

On her way out, she grabbed her shawl and pulled it over before she began chasing the wind through the castle.

As fast as your human legs could carry you, you followed your wife through the dark castle. No chandelier was lit, no candle, nothing. The only source of light had been the moon shining through the windows.

It was like watching her chase a ghost through the corridors of her home with how fast she was walking.

As soon as she reached her daughters chambers, she opened the door to Cassandra's room and peeked inside.

First daughter, safe and sound.

Turning to the second door, she checked it the same way, worry slowly leaving her body.

Second daughter, safe and sound.

She checked Daniela's room last. When she found her youngest cuddling the little stuffed animal bat Donna made for her, she let out a relieved sigh and closed that door as well before turning to her wife.

"I had- it was a nightmare- they-" She stuttered and you smiled, pressing a kiss to her hand before leading her to the dining room.

You prepared her a cup of tea, poured a generous amount of blood and sat down with her. You never let go of her hand whilst she told you about the horrid dream she had.

And even though you weren't able to convince her to get back to bed, the both of you took a nice midnight stroll through the woods, even spotting a few fireflies. That was the first time she had called you firefly, and she would continue to for many years to come

Donna:

You knew her to be a very light sleeper. Even when you turned over in bed to cuddle into her, she would wake and smile while wrapping an arm around you to bring you closer.

When one night, Donna didnt bring you closer or let a small chuckle, you looked up at her through your eyelashes and with furrowed brows.

You had always been a very clingy person. At first, Donna never knew how to deal with it since she had been alone for a very long time. But once she found to enjoy the little and sometimes big affectionate touches you gave her, she grew accustomed to it.

"Donna?" You whispered quietly. "Cuddles?"

A small pang of worry hit you when she remained laying on her back, not moving a single bit. You weren't even sure if she was breathing.

"Don?" You frowned, gently nudging your wife's arm as you sat up.

Swallowing the lump building in your throat, you turned your head to the side and called for Angie. Maybe she could tell you if Donna was alright. When not even your shout for Angie woke her, and when Angie hadn't given a snarky remark from another room for waking her, your worry began to become justified.

Turning your head back to her, you gently grabbed her arms and shook her lightly while softly calling her name.

There was no tension in Donnas body whatsoever, you felt it when you shook her. No resistance, nothing. Tears began to burn in your eyes at the thought of her laying next to you in bed, dead.

No, it couldn't be. "Donna!!" You yelled, shaking her roughly this time. You never.. manhandled her like this before. You knew she would've hated it.

When she finally woke, she just opened her eye and stared at the ceiling. You sat in silence, watching and unsure of what to do. Until you heard her voice.

"Coccolona?" She whispered, eyes fixated on the ceiling.

She had begun calling you Coccolona when she found out how much you loved physical touch. She let you know it was in no way a bad thing, but translated into 'Cuddly'.

"Yes? Donna are you-" Before you could finish, she had pulled you down into her embrace and held you close. Her hand sneaked into your hair, running her fingers through it as she continued to stare at the ceiling above.

"A bad dream. That is all it was." She whispered, pressing a small kiss to your hair.

"I-.. I thought you were dead. You didnt react and- and you weren't looking like you were breathing. And Angie didnt answer either and-"

The more you talked, the faster you got. Donna could feel your heartbeat against her own chest, how it hammered against you ribs. She hadn't had a nightmare like this in a long time, where it pulled her down so deep that she wasnt responsive anymore.

Later on she had told you it might've been because she had worked in the garden a lot in the past week and inhaled a lot of the pollen. And even though it didnt have the usual effect on her like on other people, the reason why she never let you in the garden when the flowers were blooming, it still did something to her. And in this case, it was a very vivid and real feeling nightmare it pulled her into.

For the next week you refused to let her into the garden, threatening that if she went, you'd go with her.

From then on, Donna began wearing a mask whenever she worked in the garden to not give you another scare.

Bela:

You hadn't been assigned Lady Bela's maid for long, but when you were, Lady Dimitrescu made sure you had been assigned the room next to her eldest in case she ever needed anything. She did the same to her own maiden.

One particular night, you were up in bed reading. Only recently you had discovered the fairy tale part of the Dimitrescu library and were now reading a few tales of the Grimm Brothers.

It was already incredibly late, past 12, but you were fascinated by the stories written. Halfway through 'Mother Holle', you heard something from Lady Bela's room. Turning your head and furrowing your brows, you pressed your ear to the wall and tried to listen out.

Once you realised it were cries you had heard, you rushed out of your own and into her room. She was wriggling in her sheets, crying in her sleep.

You made haste at trying to wake her, gently shaking her and calling her name a few times before the girl shot up in bed.

Jumping back from it and her, you both stared at each other.

"I heard you crying, my lady." You began, the first to break the uncomfortable silence. "I figured I should come and check on you. You were crying in your sleep. Bad dream?"

The eldest nodded, wiping tears from her face whilst her face flushed with embarrassment.

Whilst you waited for an order from her, perhaps get her a snack or just leave, she began to tell you a bit about what had happened.

"The castle.. it was attacked. Everyone died. I couldn't help them."

She kept it short and simple, you took the hint that she didnt want to go into detail with it since it was very upsetting and unsettling.

"I understand." You said softly, giving a single nod. "It must have been very upsetting."

The girl looked at the book in your hands which you didnt even manage to put down and just dragged along. She nodded to it whilst sitting up, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

"What's that?"

Taking a look down, you held it out to her.

"Grimms fairy tales. I was reading it before I heard you."

The hesitation on her face and in her voice was not to miss. "Would you.. well, read your favourite to me? Mother used to read to us ages ago, but she's gotten so busy.."

You smiled, nodding and taking a seat in the chair by her bed. Whilst you got seated, Bela laid down once again and tried to get comfortable.

Crossing your legs, you laid the book on them and flipped back to the beginning of the chapter.

Clearing your throat, you began reading.

"There once was a widow who had two daughters-- one of whom was pretty and industrious, while the other was ugly and idle."

You smiled at the small chuckle you heard come from underneath the blanket she had tucked into.

"But she was much fonder of the ugly and idle one, because she was her own daughter."

Cassandra:

Walking into her room to serve her a small glass of wine before sleep, you mustered the bookshelf by the wall.

She was just getting into bed when you turned to her with a smile.

"You like Edgar Allen Poe?" She turned, looking at the beaming smile you gave her.

Slowly, she nodded while leaning back in bed.

"I do, yes.." She paused, gnawing on her bottom lip. "Do you?"

"I love his work, my lady." You beamed, coming over and setting the tray you were holding down on the nightstand before pouring her her cup of blood. "If you'd like, I could read you my favourite poem of his."

She seemed to think about it while she took a sip, staring at the bookshelf and then you, before nodding. "I would like that."

So you did. Once she had finished her cup, you retrieved the book from the shelf and flicked through the pages as you took a seat in a chair close to the bed.

Cassandra had already laid down, getting comfortable and closing her eyes as she waited for you to find the page and start reading.

Once you found it, you cleared your throat and checked in on her once more to make sure she was ready.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"Tis some visiter' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-- only this, and nothing more"

By the time you had finished the long poem, Lady Cassandra was deep asleep. Putting a bookmark between the pages, you closed it and put it on her nightstand before getting up and beginning to clean her room like she's asked you to.

Picking up her laundry, dusting the shelves, sweeping the floor. Just when you were about to finish up, grab the tray and leave, you heard a whine coming from underneath the blanket.

Stopping, you looked at her outline under the blanket.

"Mm, no. No." She muttered, shifting in her sleep.

Your eyebrows furrowed, was she having a nightmare? Quietly, you placed the tray back down and gently pulled the blanket off her face to reveal the pained expression she had.

She repeated her mumbling, shaking her head and clinging onto the blanket.

"My Lady." You said softly, not wanting to leave her suffering in a bad dream.

You tried again. "Lady Cassandra.... Cassandra!"

With a small gasp, the girl woke and looked at you with her eyebrows knit together.

"Where is he?" She asked once gathering herself, grabbing the sickle underneath her pillow and sitting up, looking around the room.

"Where is who, Cassandra?" You asked confused, taking a small step back to get out of reach of her sickle.

"The intruder! Where is he?! Once im done with him, he won't be anything but a bag of bones!"

That's when it hit you, she had a nightmare because of the poem you read her. You tried biting back a small smile whilst placing your hand on her wrist, slowly making her lower her weapon.

"Cassandra, I read you a poem before you went to sleep. You had a dream about it. You are alright. I have been in here ever since you slept in, to clean like you asked me to. No one has entered this room. I just heard your mother call out 'goodnight' a few minutes ago. And she wouldnt sleep if there was danger, would she?"

Considering it, she looked up to meet your eyes and shakes her head. No, her mother wouldn't. She lowered her sickle completely once she was convinced you were right, sliding it back under her pillow.

"Would you like me to read you something a little more joyfu-"

Before you had even finished, she nodded, plopping back down in her pillow.

"Yes."

"Very well."

Little Daniela x mom!y/n: (A/N: Couldn't help myself 😬)

You and Alcina had gone to bed not long after you had put the girls to bed. It was a long day, the girls celebrated their 6th birthday and you and your wife were positively exhausted.

Alcina had the idea of taking them to a theme park and little Daniela had escaped multiple times, ending up somewhere else each time and leaving you and Alcina both carrying one child while running through the theme park like idiots, screaming your lungs out.

At some point Alcina even contemplated buying a leash for her.

"You know, I have seen these people buy leashes for their childre-"

"Alcina. I am not going to put our girl on a leash."

"Right. Well, just a thought, my dear."

Alcina had slept in as soon as her head hit the pillow. No wonder, you thought. She refused to wear sneakers and ran through the park in high heels. Her back and feet were killing her, she said. You just about managed to hold back the 'I told you so' at the tip of your tongue.

Just when you were about to doze off, nuzzling into your wife's arms, you heard one of the girls cry out for you both. Looking up at Alcina and seeing she was gone out of her mind, you got out of bed and made your way to your crying daughter.

Opening the door and peeking in, you saw Daniela, sitting up and crying on the bed. As soon as she saw you, her arms reached out for you whilst she sobbed and cried.

"Sweetheart.. whats wrong?"

You asked while coming over, sitting down on the edge of the bed and wrapping her up in your arms. She cried into your chest as she clung onto you, babbling her words into your skin.

"Sweetie I cant hear you. Look at mama and tell me whats wrong."

Daniela lifts her head, looking up at you with her big sad eyes and wobbling lip.

"I had a- a dweam that someone stole Miss Min-Mouse an now she's GONEEE!"

She wails, throwing her head back into her neck and crying as loud as she possibly could.

"Ohh darling," You coo, rocking her in your arms as you look around the bed, finding her laying close to your feet.

Daniela must've accidentally thrown it out of bed as she slept.

Nudging it up with your foot, you grab it and wrap both arms around her again while a small idea pops into your head.

"Well you know what?" Little Daniela looks at you once more, sniffling hard while shaking her head almost violently.

"Right when I was on my way to you, me and mommy found the guy who took Miss Min-Mouse. She's taking care of him right now to make sure he never steals another stuffed animal from children ever again." You said, smiling at your youngest and holding up the Minnie Mouse for her to see.

She smiled brightly once she saw that her beloved stuffed animal she had gotten today was not gone, but that her mommy and mama rescued her.

"You the best mama.." She sniffled, taking the stuffed animal and nuzzling into your chest. Pressing a kiss to her hairline, you mumbled a 'you're welcome' before tucking her back into bed.

"An mommy's the best too.. tell her, kay?" Looking up at you, she wipes her eye with the back of her hand.

You assure her that you will, smiling at her and wiping her tears.

"But you and Miss Min-Mouse need to sleep now. See how tired she is..? My, she's exhausted! Im sure that if you sleep, she will sleep with you. Okay?"

"Tay Mama. Ni ni"

"Night night, bumblebee"

Mother Miranda:

Tonight was one of the not so many nights where Miranda slept in your shared bed.

The closer Eva's birthday had gotten, the more time she spent in the lab and away from you. You couldnt be mad at her in any way, you understood why she does what she's doing.

She was a mother who's lost her daughter and was willing to give everything in the world to get her back once more.

You were there when Eva was born, when she grew up and then lastly died. Miranda was shattered, lost herself. It took her so long to recover and when she did, she was trying to bring her back.

And even though she never let you see what she was doing, she told you about it. She knew it was wrong, but she couldnt help herself. All she wanted was her daughter back with her.. and you.

During the time when Eva died, you never left her side. You took over everything she couldnt do. Cook, clean, take care of certain things and on some days, herself.

Now Miranda was sleeping next to you, breathing deeply and content. You had woken up when she came to bed a few hours ago and took the opportunity to admire her beauty.

Before she sneaked into bed, she had changed in her black sheer nightgown that ended on her mid thigh and put her hair back in a ponytail.

You took the opportunity when given and decided to stay awake and ogle her a tiny bit.

Gently reaching over, you wrap your arm around her and gently caress the skin between her wings. They flutter for a moment when you did before relaxing once more.

Her body relaxed when you caressed her skin and at some point even wings. You had always loved the feeling of her soft feathers on you skin.

However, you had to cut your ogling short when she began letting out rough breaths and furrowed her eyebrows. You almost immediately recognised what was happening.

She used to have nightmares like these almost every night after Eva died so you learned to recognise it fairly quickly.

Moving your hand from her back to her arm, you gently shook her to wake her up from whatever dream she was having. Her rough breaths turned into small grunts as she writhed in her sleep.

The first few times, she wouldnt wake up when you called her name.

"Randy" You said, voice laced with worry. She seemed to be so deep asleep that the usual shaking and calling her name didnt help.

You did what you were about to do once, and Miranda did not like it. Bracing yourself, you reached for her wings again and wrap your fingers around a big feather of hers before plucking it right out of her wing.

She yelled, shooting up in bed and looking around with the most bewildered look you had ever seen before her eyes fall on you and the feather in your hand that you had plucked from her.

"You-.. You plucked one of my feathers." It was more a statement than anything, but she sounded way more calm than the last time you did this. You turned the last feather into one to write with so the sacrifice hadn't been for nothing. Might as well just do the same with this one.

"I did, I'm sorry. I couldnt get you to wake and-"

Before you could finish, Miranda was all over you. Her arms around your neck, her wings pulling you as close as she could manage while she buried her face into your neck.

Kissing her head, you held her as close as you could possibly manage while again, caressing her wings and whispering sweet nothings to the shaking woman in your arms.

She hadn't said anything close to thank you when you comforted her, but she did deliver breakfast in bed every morning for at least a month after that and tried her best to sleep in the same bed with you most nights since after that one, it showed her how much you truly kept her calm.

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I hope you enjoyed! I had fun writing this. :)

[multifandomslxt]

I’d love to know your take on the perks of dating a chubby!reader. Seventeen or NCT, it’s upto you!

I mean as a chubby girl I make a great heater, pillow, stress ball, gym weight, and taste tester 👅

I’m sure not everyone has a smutty outcome but I’m sure a few of the boys would love death by bosom. Jeonghans always cold and I’m pretty sure I could give jungwoo the softest squishiest cuddle he’s ever had haha

Nct 127 perks of dating a chubby! S/o

Taeil

Tits and tummy

He’s alllllll about the tits and tummy

Idgaf what anybody else says😭😭

Goes feral when you walk round the hose without a bra.

His hands always find a way to creep up under your shirt and play with your nipple

As for your tummy…

His personal pillow

Although if he were to choose between the two

It’s your tits😌

Doesn’t mean he shuns the tummy though

9 times outta 10 he gives you hickeys all over your tummy

Makes you wear crop tops every time he does it too.

“You’re so soft and comfortable”

Taeyong

Choke him with your thighs🧍🏿‍♀️

Loses it when you wear shorts

He gets to see your thighs double in size when you sit 😭

I’m sorry but he groans out loud at that some times😭😭

Pinches them when he thinks you’re being a tease

As we all know taeyong is a man (SHALALA)

As a result

In his eyes

Death by pussy is the best way to go

In other words…

SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE!

He sucks the life outta you

Past

Present

And

Future

Also likes how rough and calloused his hands look next to your soft and plush thighs

Oooooo

He would loose it if you wore short tennis skirt but lemme stop😭😭✋🏿

Johnny

Okay okay hear me out

This is very specific

Yk when thick girlies wear body con dresses and they sit down

And you can see their tummy rolls?

Yup

That’s his calling

Your fucking tummy rolls AND your back rolls

I’ve said this before but when Mr.Suh is fucking you from the back

there are certain things that just make him want to fuck a baby into you😭

Another one of those being your back rolls

HE MAKES YOU ARCH MORE SO THAT THEY BECOME MORE PRONOUNCED 😭😭

I said what I said

And don’t let him catch sight of those stretch marks either 👀

Also we know this man has a size kink so if you just happen to be short and chubby….good luck with that😭😭

Yuta

Ma’am 😭

Chileeeeee

Yk exactly what this man will do to you😭

Anyways even though I believe Yuta would love EVERYTHING

I think is absolute favourite would be

Your love handles.

Why?

Not only because you skin is soft and supple there

But also because

When he’s fucking you and you’re trying to run away or escape

He knows that Holding on to your love handles tightly will keep you right here he needs you

Also likes how your tummy jiggles when the orgasm is too much😩

Doyoung

Unlike the previous ones his isn’t as horny💀

Baby like your cheeks

He just loves how plum they are🥹

He loves how he can squish them and how they puff up when you’re angry😭😭

So cute🫶🏿🫶🏿🫶🏿😭

Also Loves your chubby hands

Loves how they can barely wrap around his hard dick

Loves how you have to use both hands to pump him

And also loves how your cheeks puff up when your trying to swallow all his cum🧍🏿‍♀️

Ik I said his wasn’t gonna be horny but I lied😂

Jaehyun

Okay

Lemme see if I can explain this well

lie down on your back

lift both your legs up

don't spread them just lift them up and pull them to your chest

THAT!

THAT IS WHAT HE LOVES

more specifically

he loves the way your pussy is being squeezed between your thighs

he would call it a sweet treat

because this man eats pussy like he's been starved.

Jungwoo

Anon you couldn't have been more on point.

Although I believe Jungwoo is horny 24/7 lmaooooo

His favorite thing about you would be the cuddles.

Especially when he's sad or tired he just likes to be spooned

imagine this big baby curling up next to you

OMG

OMG

He would definitely leave light kisses on your tummy

AJFJHWEIKJDSBVINJEKLHDGVESK,S;DFJP

I'm devastated

Mark

STRETCH MARKS

And if you think I'm wrong

argue with yo mama, not me.

Don't get me wrong Johnny would break your back in if he saw your stretch marks

But mark?

Mark?

Mark is gonna have you trying to push him off you.

Like you are literally going to try and run tf awayyyyyyy

Stretch marks are necessary for his survival.

Can and will fuck you just because you showed him how some of your stretch marks are darker than others

OML this is so dirty and specific but hear me out

He uses his cum to trace some of your stretch marks😭😭😭

Haechan

Loves how you look in his clothes

Especially his basketball shorts

One time he spilled something on your bottoms and he offered you his basketball shorts to change into

It's loose on him but when you put it on it looked skin tight

THE MAN WENT FERAL

because why is your ass so pronounced in a pair of basketball shorts???

long story short that pair of shorts now has a hole in the crotch

don't ask why

yk exactly why

HE FUCKED YOU

[lizzieislife94x]

First Love (w.m)

Requested<3

Wanda x G!P reader

 Both legal age 19 in high school

AOU era for wanda so if your picturing wanda picture that era 😊🤷🏼‍♀️

Requestes are very much open message me if you want something all feedback is welcome

Y/ns POV:

"Do we REALLYY need to go to the game I don't want to watch a cocky Tony Stark running around thinking he's the man for scoring a few touchdowns" I pout to my best friend Amy as she laughs at me I'm trying my best to pretend I don't wanna go but I secretly do I've been seeing the head cheerleader Wanda Maximoff she's so fucking beautiful but no one can know I have an image to up hold if people around the school see me with her being all loved up they'll think I'm soft I didn't get the title of the schools bad girl over night I worked to build it but wanda is an absolute sweetheart she's the good girl around these halls well so everyone thinks trust me I've seen her being naughty and I've heard the language that slips past her mouth when we manage to get somewhere alone but in everyone else's eyes she's the good girl I'm the bad girl.

"Hello y/n" I'm snapped out my thoughts by Amy gently shaking me looking at me concerned "are you ok your where somewhere else" I cough and shake myself snapping back to reality "yeah I'm all good sorry just zoned out what where you saying" I give her my undivided attention "yeah I was saying you're coming to the game tonight if you like it or not I'll drag you there" I laugh and throw my hands up in surrender Amy is one of the few people I like in this place I'm never mean to her she's actually my best friend "you win you win ill go" I pretend giving her the victory "ok pick me up at 5pm that's enough time to get home and change " I smile as we say our goodbyes as I walk over to my pride and joy my motorcycle my precious baby I put my helmet on and climb on putting the keys in and starting her up I quickly look left and right and spot wanda as she spots me and I nod and wave without being seen by anyone as I can guess she blushes and waves as I drive off towards my house it takes me roughly 25 minutes to drive home as I park I run inside and go to my bedroom to get some black ripped jeans and an over sized hoodie to match after I get ready I goto the kitchen and make a quick ham sandwich I eat it and grab my phone and keys and head towards the door but stop myself I quickly shoot wandaa text 

Me: Hey I can't wait to see you do your thing tonight I had to pretend I didn't want to come tonight to Amy but I think she bought it 

Wanda: Oh my god 😂 least she doesn't suspect anything I can't wait to see you tonight I miss you y/n after the game meet me in the maths class 

I smile like an idiot as I gently bite my lip before I send another text

Me: I know ! I miss you too wanda and you got it babe see you in maths after the game

I walk out and head to my bike as I put my helmet on and drive towards Amy's house as I pull up and I grab my phone.

Me: I'm outside get yo ass out here bitch 

I put my phone away and wait a few minutes before she appears "well you took your time dickhead" I laugh as she hits my shoulder playfully "shut up let's go" she puts on the spare helmet and climbs on holding onto my waist as I drive towards the school it takes us 15 minutes to arrive and leaves us 10 minutes to get to our seats as we find out seats and get comfortable my eyes look for wanda and instantly land on her making me smile as if she can feel me she locks eyes with me and smiles as I mouth "you got this babe" she bites her lip and nods I honestly want the game to start so it can end I'm not here to watch the men run around I'm here to watch the good girl my good girl that owns my heart do her thing.

After the game I whisper to Amy "ill meet you outside in an hour I have something I need to do" she doesn't question me she just nods in agreement as I make my way to the math class room making sure no one sees me as I arrive my smile is beaming "hey baby, fuck I've missed you" I say walking towards wanda grabbing her waist pulling her in for a kiss which she happily returns as her tounge roams my mouth I savour the feeling, once air becomes a problem I break away and rest my head on hers "I've missed you too y/n" I look into her eyes for a second "we don't have long baby and I need you now" she whimpers making me giggle as I let my hands rub her ass "I have the place to myself this weekend do you wanna spend it with me we can  actually spend some proper days together" I say as she beams me a smile "I'd love to y/n" I smirk and push her against the desk as I start to kiss her neck earning precious moans from the redhead I feel her hand rub my crotch and moan against her neck "fuck wanda" I moan gently as she continues to rub my groaning member "I need you inside me y/n I've missed having you inside me I feel so empty when your not inside me" I bite my lip and smirk at her begging as I pull her panties off in a quick motion earning a surprised gasp making me giggle I quickly bend her over the desk and run my hand down her body admiring her as she spreads her legs I quickly push my ripped jeans and boxers down as I grab my dick and rub it through her dripping cunt lubing my cock with her juices "yes fuck y/n" she moans gripping the desk as I slowly slide myself into her waiting cunt "fuck wanda no matter how many times I fuck you you're always so fucking tight" I groan as I thrust hard bottoming out inside her "uhhhh shit don't stop uhhhh" I smirk as I run my hand round to massage her tits over her top as I start to thrust harder and faster both of us moaning messes the sound of skin slapping would easily be heard by anyone walking past "this pussy belongs to me, say it "

I growl into her ear as she whimpers beneath me the sounds of her soaking pussy only turning me on more "fuck y/n you own me you own my pussy its all yours no one elses baby" I lift her legs allowing me to get deeper as I fuck her harder feeling her walls gripping my cock, I increased my thrusts and look down as she creams all over my cock "fuckkk fucckk fuckkk baby I can't oh fuck" she screams making me smirk "fuck wanda I'm gonna cum but I don't have a condom on" I say with my eyes closed as my release fast approaches rushing towards me "pull out quickly " I instantly listen and pull out as she sinks to her knees and takes my cock into her mouth making me moan as my head rolls back making me grip her hair "shit just like that wanda it's coming" she tries to say something but fails sending vibrations up my dick causing me to crash over the edge I moan loudly as I feel my cum shoot down her throat after a few seconds she stands up and pulls me into a kiss "I have to go but I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby getting to wake up to your beautiful face" she says as she walks backwards towards the door as I fix my jeans and boxers "me too ill see you Friday after school beautiful " and just like that she's gone, fuck I'm so inlove with this chick this is gonna hurt, I shake my head and laugh to myself as I go to the front of the school and see Amy waiting for me we both get onto the bike and I start the drive to her house to take her home then make the short drive to my house.

AN: this was a request I hope you like it requests are open I do them almost right away hahaha stay hydrated people hope everyone has a good day/ night word count is 1.5k