#i added the cheesiness under the 'keep reading' so you don't have to read it if you don't want to lmao

[slowburningechoes]

confessions over cocoa ❆

Summary: Sipping on hot chocolate with the love of your life seems like the perfect time to reveal the secret you've been keeping.

Pairing: Domestic!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: just some tooth rotting fluff, domestic Christmas activities, caloric consumption, pregnancy, giving this man children because CBS writers are cowards

Word Count: 1.2k

"Seems your PhD in chemistry is finally coming in handy," you tease, sipping on a mug full of hot chocolate Spencer had made from scratch.

A scoff fell from his lips, "Finally? You know I've defused chemical bombs and deciphered the elements in hundreds of biological and chemical weapons, right?"

You roll your eyes sarcastically, "Yes, I know, boy genius. I'm just saying that all this is the best application of your skills." You lift your mug up and point to it.

"Well, I'm glad that my years of academic research has yielded an expert cup of hot cocoa for you," Spencer rolled his eyes, pouring some from the warm pot and into a mug that matched yours.

"Don't forget the homemade sugar cookies last week," you add, smirking at him mischievously.

Spencer almost spits out his drink as he laughs. "I should've just become a baker instead of a profiler, huh?"

You sit your cup down on the island and move to place your body in front of his. "No, we still need to work on your icing skills, honey."

"Presentation isn't everything - like you said, they were delicious," Spencer sat his mug down, too, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"And either way you'd be busy this time of year," you say, matter-of-factly.

"Hmmm, that's true," he leaned down, pressing his lips against your forehead. "But at least as a baker, I'd have some down time throughout."

You found yourself shaking your head, "You're proud of the work you do and I am proud of you. I wouldn't want to change that for all the endless sweets in the world. Besides, I hold down the fort pretty well while you're away."

"I hate that you have to do so much on your own," he whispers, running his fingers down your spine. "You run the bookstore, you check in on my mother, and you take care of everything here. You even managed to put up all of these Christmas decorations without needing me to reach something for you."

You slap his arm lightly in response to the joke about your height before pulling him into the living room with you. His expression was one of confusion as you rustled under the ornamented tree.

"What are you looking for, baby?" he inquired, attempting to aid in your search.

Before you can respond, you spot it - a small rectangular box wrapped in dark green paper with a golden twisted ribbon on top. You turned to him, holding it in your hand unsteadily.

"I was going to save this until the morning since it will officially be Christmas," you begin, "but I feel like now is the perfect time for this gift."

You had it to Spencer, who still had a curious look on his face.

As he rustled with the paper, you added, "Also, I love taking care of things here. I love taking care of you - of us."

A smile spread across his face, popping off the lid of the sturdy box. "I love you, y/n." He unfolds the tissue paper that hid the gift.

"I love you, too," you respond, rocking back and forth on your toes waiting for him to see it.

Spencer lifted up the small round object into the palm of his hand, admiring its ceramic detail. "An ornament?" he asked, a befuddled yet pleasant tone in his voice.

"Just one last one to hang before tomorrow morning," you bite your bottom lip nervously, moving to his side to view the ornament next to him. "Look at it closely."

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and squinted to read the engraved script. As he realized, his breathing became hitched and his jaw dropped. The room was silent for a moment longer than you expected, which made the lump of anxiety grow in your throat.

"Soon to be...," he read, tracing his fingers over the text. "A family of three?"

"The rhyme is cheesy, I know but-," you justify before he cut you off.

"You're pregnant?" Spencer asks, his voice soft but higher in pitch. Tears began to form in his eyes and he softly bit down on his lower lip.

You nod earnestly, your eyes also beginning to fill with tears. "Mhm, turn it over." He doesn't move though, so you reach into his palm and flip it over yourself.

The opposite side revealed a picture from your ultrasound. The fetus was just defined enough for the various parts of his body to be obvious. As soon as Spencer laid eyes on it, he raised his free hand to wipe away the tears that were now rolling down his flushed cheeks.

"H-how long have you known?" he asked, barely able to get the words to escape his mouth.

"I had my suspicions when I missed my cycle awhile back, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions," you begin, rubbing your thumb against your sweaty hand. "But then it still hadn't come when you left for the case last weekend, so I bought a few tests. They all came back positive... but I still couldn't believe it, so I went to the doctor where they confirmed it with a blood test and well - this. She says I'm eight weeks along."

You looked up at him with anxious yet hopeful eyes. His eyes broke from his trance on the ornament to you and a huge grin spread across his face. The mix of happy tears streaming down his face and his goofy smile makes you fall for him even deeper.

"Y/n," Spencer sighs, placing his free hand on the side of your face, before kissing you fiercely. "I-I can't believe it. We're going to be parents, I-I'm going to be a father!"

His hands quickly moved to place the ornament safely on the tree before dropping to his knees in front of you.

Spencer gently placed his head against your stomach and began whispering to your unborn child. "I already love you so much, little one. You have no idea how excited I am to meet you."

You practically melted in that moment, just admiring his attentive nature and softness. He had waited forever to have children and you had talked about it for years, but it hadn't happened until now. You always knew he would make the perfect father and this just confirmed it all.

"You are already so perfect," he says in a hush. "I can't wait to hold you."

You run your fingers through his curls, pressing him against you softly. "What do you think it is, Spence? A boy or a girl?"

"I don't even have a guess - b-but, truly I don't think I have a preference either way," he responds, coming back up to his feet and embracing you. "Either way, this baby will be so loved. I can't believe we made a baby."

"Hopefully they're just as smart and charming as you," you say, cuddling into his chest.

"I already know they'll be beautiful like their mother," Spencer mumbles against your skin, placing a firm kiss upon the top of your chest.

You had always felt that "home" feeling wrapped in Spencer's arms, but something about carrying his child inside you and bringing them into the world made you feel complete. Even just the two of you made a family, but this third addition was the most welcomed gift you could have received this holiday season.

[babybluebex]

italy calling: part three | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: part three of three! your time with joe in livorno comes to a tearful end, but, when you return home to london, can you be trusted not to find joe? and can he be trusted not to find you? pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf - don't like, don't read) tags: ANGST, lots of crying, but it's sweet, i promise, brief mention of smut word count: 3.4k author's note: since @icallhimjoey is BULLYING me to post this early, i am. everyone say "thank you joey". thank you all so much for your support on this fic, it truly means the world to me. i love you guys, and enjoy the last part!

The rest of the week passed in the blink of an eye. You spent nearly every second with Joe, either laid up in bed or out exploring the streets, and you adored it. He was gentle and kind, though still a cheeky little bloke— at dinner, his hand would teasingly slide between your thighs, only to stay there and not progress, or he would kiss you hard and grin at you when you chased him back into another kiss. You maintained the rules, stopping yourself from texting Lily or Googling him multiple times, abstaining in favor of cuddling and talking. He had so many stories, and he could have regaled you all day if you let him, and you often did. 

All too soon, though, Friday came. You sat in Joe’s bed as you watched him pack— you had offered to help him, but he declined, saying that it was something that he needed to do for himself. He seemed to be taking it hard, his brow drawn and mumbling under his breath as he gathered up his things. He scratched his head and sighed, and he looked at you sort of helplessly. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. He had a habit of employing big, wet puppy-dog eyes on you when he wanted something, usually a bite of your pasta or a kiss, but you could tell that this was something different. “Joe?” 

He came to you and laid down, settling his head in your lap, and your fingers started to card through his curls. “This has been the best week of my life,” he whispered. “I don’t want it to end.” 

“Me neither,” you admitted. “I… I’m gonna miss you.” 

“I’ll miss you so much,” Joe whispered. He took your hand into his and gently stroked your palm with his thumb, and he added, “This just isn’t fair. I find the perfect girl, and I have to leave her in Italy.” 

“You don’t have to leave me,” you offered. “We could keep in touch after you get home.” 

“No, no,” Joe whispered quickly. “It’s better if we keep it like this. I couldn’t ask you to join me and… My life is messy, love, and you wouldn’t want any part of it.” 

“Yes, I do,” you said, hot tears pricking at your eyes and threatening to spill. You sniffled, and you said, “If it meant I had you.” 

“It’s constant, with me,” Joe said. “You’d constantly be scrutinized, everyone would have an eye on you at all times, everything that’s private suddenly isn’t anymore. Is that the sort of life you want?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you asked. “Why would any of that happen? Joseph, darling, I’d do anything for you, but where in the world did you get that?” 

Joe sat up, his puppy-dog eyes locked on yours with a new intensity, one that made your skin crawl uncomfortably. “I have to tell you something,” he said. “After everything, you deserve to know who I am.” 

“I know who you are,” you told him, taking his hands into yours. “You’re Joe. You like cheesy bread and long walks at sunset and smoking after I blow you, and you hate when people are rude and when I get picky about olives. You have a brother and a sister, your best friend’s name is Wesley, you only smoke Camels and use a pink lighter, you’re ticklish on your left side, you’re insecure about your stomach— Joseph, I know you.” 

“But that’s not enough,” Joe said. “I’m more than that, there’s more important stuff to know about me.” 

“I don’t care,” you told him. “You said at the start of this that you didn’t want me to know, and I'm not going to break that promise, and I’m… I’m okay with that. It’s like you said, we wouldn’t work at home, we only work here.” 

Joe pressed his lips together as he thought, and he finally said, “Alright. I guess this is it, then. Give me your phone.” 

“Why?” you asked, though you fished your phone out of the bedsheets and passed it to him anyway. 

“I’m deleting myself,” Joe told you. He tapped at your phone, swiping and deleting the text conversation, then went to your phone app and deleted every call that you had made to him from your call history. Then, he went to the contacts folder, found himself (still listed under Italy Joe), and deleted it. “No chance of you finding me now. No trace of me left.” 

“Give me yours,” you said, and Joe did the same, pulling his phone from his jacket pocket and handing it to you, and you went through the same motions, deleting your texts and calls and contact. Your heart ached at the sight of your name in his phone— your name with a heart next to it— but, before you gave him his phone back, you opened up the camera, and you tugged Joe close to you. “Maybe you can’t contact me,” you started, snapping a picture of both of you. “But you can remember me.” 

Joe turned and kissed you without a second thought, and you snapped another picture before you set down his phone and kissed him back. You finally let your tears fall, and you whimpered as Joe broke the kiss. He softly kissed your cheeks and eyelids, collecting your tears on his lips, and you tugged him close and held him tightly. “I’ll never forget you,” he told you. “I love you.” 

You shook your head, your frown growing. “No, you don’t,” you told him. “You love me in Italy. At home, I’m messy and boring, and I don’t do anything except watch television and go to bed early.” 

“Then, I’d love nothing more than to be messy and boring with you,” Joe chuckled lightly. “I love you, darling, and location won’t change that.” 

“It’s your rule, my love,” you told him. “No finding each other. We obeyed every other rule, please just… Don’t ruin this. Don’t let this be tarnished by the end. Everything was beautiful, and it’ll end when you leave in a few minutes, and-and that part of our lives will be over, and we’ll be okay with it. Because we have no other choice.” 

Joe nodded gently, and he said, “One more kiss, love.” 

You indulged him, softly pressing your lips to his, and he kissed you with all of the love and softness that he had in his body. This man loved you, and you loved him, and you were about to lose him. And you were okay with that. He was only meant for the short time you were in Livorno, and now that was over. But it broke your heart so thoroughly that you actually felt pain in your chest. When you broke the kiss, you only had one request: “Tell me your name.” 

“Quinn,” he said in an instant. “My name is Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn.” He would give you the shirt off of his back on a regular day, but it seemed as if your parting had broken his will down to nothing. Before, he had faffed about and not given you even his surname, but now… 

“Joseph,” you sniffled. “Joey… Your flight leaves soon.” 

“I can get another one,” Joe whispered. “I can stay here for another day or so.” 

“Darling, you have to go,” you told him. “Your life awaits.” 

Joe kissed you one last time, and he took his phone from your hand, moving to zip up his luggage. He didn’t say much as he led you out of the hotel room, letting the door close softly behind you, and he gave you a tight hug, breathing into your neck and having your scent one last time. “I guess this is goodbye,” you whispered, and Joe gave a shaky breath. 

“Not ‘goodbye’,” he said. “‘See you later’, maybe. We’ll see each other again.” 

“But not on purpose,” you reminded him. “No finding me.” 

“As long as you don’t find me,” Joe said, and you nodded. 

When you got back to your hotel room, you felt empty. You were hungry, but you didn’t feel like eating. You were tired, but the bed was too big and lonely. You had hardly been in your hotel room all week, and it looked sad and deserted. Joe’s light was gone. You needed to go home. 

But first, you called Lily. “Babe!” she exclaimed as she answered the phone. “Oh my God, how is Italy? I’ve hardly heard from you!” 

“It’s fine,” you said. “I met a guy.” 

“Ooh!” Lily said. “Tell me about him.” 

“I…” you started. “I think I know him. His name sounded familiar, and I think maybe we know each other somehow.” 

“What’s his name?” Lily asked. “Let me Google him, maybe I can find his LinkedIn or something—“

“No, no,” you said quickly. “Part of the deal of the fling was that we don’t find each other afterwards. Googling is forbidden.” 

“Oh,” Lily sighed. “That sucks. Why did you agree to that?” 

“Because I didn’t realize how I would feel at the end,” you said. “Lil, I had a-a whirlwind romance, one of those kinds you only read about. I love him and he loves me, but that’s over now. We were only meant to work in Italy, and I’m okay with that.” 

“Your voice is all shaky,” Lily noted. “You don’t seem okay with it.” 

You sighed, and your throat tightened as your tears fell. “I’m coming home,” you whispered. 

“What?” Lily asked. “Your flight doesn’t leave until Sunday night.” 

“I’m coming home now,” you said. “I can’t be here without him. I’ll cancel that flight and get the next flight back to London.” 

“If that’s what you want,” Lily whispered. “Pop ‘round my place when you get back, I need to hear all about your guy.” 

The weeks passed slowly. After coming home from Italy, nothing seemed right anymore. Your flat was sad too, not even having been touched by Joe’s presence and still feeling the effects of his withdrawal. Your plants were wilting, your bed was too hard, everything was skewed and wrong. Where you used to be content going to work and coming home and watching TV, you suddenly found yourself searching for more. 

You started going to coffee shops after work, sitting and reading and trying to enjoy the bustle of people and tourists around you. You had gotten a copy of Joe’s favorite book and tried to read the poetry, but every word made you think of him. Everything reminded you of him. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid as to send him away home without so much as getting a picture for yourself. Even three weeks out, already, the image of him in your mind was beginning to fade— everything but his eyes. 

You tried to enjoy yourself more, the way Joe would have wanted you to. You dressed up with Lily and went to girl’s night and you went to nightclubs, but none of it was the same. You remembered in Italy, how, one night, Joe had taken you back to the nightclub where you met and danced with you. He was an awful dancer and it had made you laugh endlessly, though you weren’t much better, but you had found your rhythm with his arms around you, swaying to the music. That night had ended with room service ravioli and cigarettes on his balcony, wrapped in bedsheets and trying to keep quiet as he knelt down and ate your cunt, and you frowned as you remembered it. There was nobody like your Joe. 

Somehow, you resisted the urge to look for him. You hadn’t told Lily his name so that she couldn’t do it either, but you remembered it: Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn. Every day, you wanted to Google that and see what would come up, but you never did, and you were thankful that you didn’t. Even if you found him, there was nothing that said that he would want to see you. Even though he had said that he loved you, that meant nothing. He easily could have had a million reasons why he didn’t want to expand your relationship past Italy. Maybe he didn’t want to fool with long-distance either. Maybe he even had a girlfriend waiting for him at home. There was no telling why he had made that rule, and, even though you tried to pretend that it was blasé and you didn’t care, you cared immensely. 

You held your chin in your hand as you gazed out the window of the coffee shop, watching the London afternoon go by. It was rainy, and umbrellas passed by every second, but your eyes went past them, unfocused as you thought. The next day was a deadline, and you weren’t quite finished with your load of work yet, but you knew that you could finish it tomorrow before noon, before that deadline, but you still sat and worried about it. You chewed on your thumbnail and played with a bit of skin on your lip, and you watched as a man in a suit walked by. 

You saw plenty of men in suits in London, but this one was different. The suit was a sort of warm beige-brown color, and his pants didn’t fit quite right, a little too long and brushing the rain-slick pavement. He wore a white shirt underneath, unbuttoned two buttons down, silver chain on his freckled neck. He had his phone in his hand, looking down as his wired headphones jumped and clacked with each step, and he finally stopped and looked up at the sign of the coffee shop. 

Your heart stopped in your chest, and you jumped in shock. Joe. There was no way. It was impossible. Joe could not be standing in front of you right now. How did the universe orchestrate this? His hair was styled now, pushed back off of his forehead with product, golden-brown curls that you couldn’t help but adore, and his eyes scanned the sign before dropping back down to look through the window. It took him a moment, but those dark eyes found you, and he stood still, his chest heaving as you locked eyes. Slowly, he tugged his other earbud out and held them in his fist, and he gave you a gentle little wave. 

You shot out of your seat and gathered up your bag, and you hurried out to meet him. The world flew by you, and your chest tightened as you stepped out into the drizzle and into Joseph’s warm arms, mashing your face into his neck. He smelled good, like expensive cologne, and you laughed as Joe held you tightly, rocking back and forth with the might of his embrace. “How…?” you started, your voice cracking, and you pressed your cheek harder into his skin, clawing at his back to get him closer. “How did you—“ 

“I couldn’t help myself,” Joe told you. “I went into my data carrier’s call log and found your number, and I Googled it, and I found you. I really just did it so I could see your face again, I really didn’t intend to come find you, but then I found your Instagram, and I saw your post about this place, and-and this cafe really isn’t that far from my flat, and I thought maybe being near you would be enough, and—” 

“I can’t believe it’s you,” you whimpered. “Joe!” 

“Are you mad?” Joe asked, his lips touching your ear. 

“No,” you told him. “So, wait, you mean to tell me that you’re from London? You’ve been right under my nose this whole time?” 

“Born and raised,” Joe chuckled. He pulled out of the embrace, smoothing his hand across his hair, and he said, “I could hardly believe my luck when I saw that you lived here too. I mean, London is huge, but also incredibly small, I can’t believe we haven’t run into each other before— Whatever. Do you… Erm… Did you keep up your end of the bargain?” 

You nodded. “And I really wanted to Google you too,” you whined. “My friend wanted me to so badly, she wanted to find your LinkedIn profile or whatever.” 

“So, you have no idea who I am?” Joe asked. 

“And I don’t care who you are,” you told him. “You could be the King of England, and you’d still be my sweet boy.”

Joe chuckled. “You might want to sit down,” he said nervously. 

“You’re not royalty, are you?” you asked. Without a thought, you sat down at one of the little wire tables, drenched in rain water, and Joe knelt down next to you, taking your hand into his. “Because I don’t think that I can handle being, like, a prince’s consort or whatever.” 

“I’m not royalty,” Joe chuckled softly. “I… If I just tell you, you’ll never believe me. Google my name.” 

Slowly, you pulled out your phone and did as he asked you. You couldn’t even begin to type his last name before it was autofilled for you, and you looked at him with wide eyes before you clicked on it with a shaking finger. 

Articles. Interviews. Pictures of him on red carpets. Modeling campaigns. Dior. Valentino. GQ Man of the Year. Netflix. HBO. Your head began to swim, and you set your phone down. “Okay,” you started. “So, you’re, like, super famous.” 

“To my chagrin,” Joe joked softly, although you got the impression that it wasn’t much of a joke. “But you see why I didn’t want you to know.” 

“Yeah, I get it,” you said hazily. 

“I’m lucky that no fans wanted a picture when we were out together,” Joe said softly. “That would have ruined my whole anonymity thing.” 

“Why did you hide that?” you asked. “This is— Joseph. This is a huge thing to keep secret. Why didn’t you just tell me?” 

“You remember my ex?” Joe asked. “The one I told you about, the one who used me? I needed to be sure that you wouldn’t do the same, and you proved to me that that sort of thing doesn’t matter to you. You’re not superficial or shallow, you don’t care about fame or status, you liked me for me. You were happy with regular old Joe, and I don’t get people like that anymore. You were— you are— a breath of fresh air, and I wanted to keep breathing you. So, you can leave me be, if you want, you can turn away from all of that and keep living the life that you have. I wouldn’t blame you, I wish I still had this sort of life, but… Darling, I’ve been suffering without you. Life just isn’t the same. I come home from set, and I imagine what it would be like to come home to you, and I… Fuck. I want you so bad, but it’s your decision to make.”

It certainly was a big decision. But you knew your answer. You had known it since the moment you met Joe, all those weeks ago, in that nightclub in Livorno. You tugged Joe close to you and kissed him, tasting cigarettes on his lips. Italy Joe was no more— now, he was just Joe. “We can make it work,” you told him. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it work.” 

“Good,” Joe smiled. “Cool. Awesome. Erm, do you— Would you like to come—”

“If you’re asking me to come home with you, the answer is yes,” you chuckled. “A million times yes.”

Joe smiled, the sort of smile only movie stars could give, and he stood up, taking your hand in his. “I’m just glad you’re not mad at me,” he said. “I thought you’d be upset about me breaking our rule.”

“We’re about to break all of our rules,” you smiled, and Joe grinned at the insinuation. “I’m not mad at all. I’m just relieved that I wasn’t the one who did it first.” 

Joe pulled you into his body as he laughed, and you hugged him tightly, your heart opening up inside your chest. Joe. Your Joe was here, and he wasn’t going to leave. “I love you,” you told him, and Joe kissed you hard, his hands sliding down your body and grabbing your hips, tugging you up on him. It reminded you of your first kiss on the beach, and Joe couldn’t help his smile as he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. 

“I love you too,” Joe whispered. “I really do.” 

“You know this means that we can, like, vacation exclusively in Italy now, right?” you laughed, and Joe did his laugh that you loved, the hearty chuckle from his chest. 

“Of course,” Joe said. “I’d want nothing else.”

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[sojourner-between-worlds]

Rather than subject myself to the Complete Humiliation of posting old things anew on ao3 but since judging from that poll I made ages ago now that ya'll just as desperate for content as I am, lol, I have decided to link all of my old Yugioh 5Ds fics here, complete with short (spoiler-free!) commentaries about what you can expect from these ancient monstrosities. (Yes, the links are to ffn; don't complain about ads if you still aren't using an adblocker in the year 2023.)

Under the cut since there are quite a few and commentary doesn't help make it any shorter of a post, lol.

General Notes: **Posted in FFN publication order; fics posted on deviantArt at an earlier date have that noted. **The earliest fic is 13 years old. I won't tell you how old I was but... it was much younger than now, lol. I was 16/17 okay? A Baby. **As stated above, commentary is spoiler-free so feel free to read that before clicking through (actually, I'd recommend it; there are trigger warnings on a several of them that appear in those notes). **I had not seen the sub at all/ all the way through at the time, so all names/terms are from the dub. Similarly, some details may also be different. **Feel free to laugh at all of these, but please laugh about them here on tumblr and not on FFN. If you leave me a comment over there, I won't know you came from here and that it's in good faith instead of just being mean-spirited. (Or, if you feel you must comment there, at least tell me you came from this post. But I would love to interact over them and I probably won't do that with FFN comments.) Feel free to laugh (because God knows I did while re-reading some of these), but let me laugh with you.

Proceed at your own risk.

A Secret Kept Originally Posted: April 7, 2011 (First posted on dA -Aug 14, 2010) Summary: When questions of his past surface, Yusei uncovers a 20-year-old secret that someone will do anything to keep hidden - even if it means murder! Length: 22 chapters (~36.5k words) Commentary: -- This was originally posted in three parts on dA but was combined for ease of subbing on ffn. -- Trigger Warnings: ya know, murder if that wasn't clear in the summary, lol; gun violence (in relation to the murders), vehicle accidents, dubious science -- Don't ask me what I was on when I named OCs, okay? I don't know. Pretty sure in my head "Kale" was not pronounced like the leafy green stuff, lol. Maybe there was supposed to be an accent on the 'e'? I don't know so don't ask. (I'm laughing about this, okay? Feel free to laugh too.) -- There's one chapter early on that gave me second-hand embarrassment so hard that it is the reason I am not posting these on ao3 at this time. I contemplated cutting it out but then realized I couldn't because, as terrible and cheesy as it is, it's too relevant. Just. Just keep that in mind. -- Medical Inaccuracies. Because I was Young and it makes for better drama. I am sorry. I am so, so sorry. It's so terrible. It killed me ten times over. I am so sorry. -- I had zero concept of the layout of the garage apartment. But, then again, I feel like most people don't, lol. -- The timeline is waaaaaaay off in places. Whoops. In my defense, streaming as a whole was pretty new at the time and I didn't have a way to re-watch episodes yet except pirating, which, you know, I had to do for the last 20 anyway, but I digress, lol. -- I have nothing to say about the plot except: Yeah. It gets Weird in places. The resolution is also Weird. Probably not any Weirder than the sequel, though, honestly. (....or any weirder than some of the things that happen in canon, for that matter.)

Changing the World Originally Posted: April 25, 2011 (First posted on dA -Sept 11, 2010) Summary: Crow is fed-up with the way Kalin is running the Enforcers! What happens when he walks away? Length: 4 chapters (~4k words) Commentary: -- Slightly canon-divergent but still fits in the overall narrative. -- Trigger Warning: suicide (It wasn't actually suicide but you don't even find that out in this fic, so.) -- Why did I ever think first-person POV was a good idea? It is not. -- Very loosely tied to both a collab listed below (A New Hope) and Angels and Devils but not truly necessary to read this one first. (Its connected by one name and one event. That's it. That's all. lol) -- I started rereading this one and then Did Not. Make what you will of that.

Shattered Soul Originally Posted: May 1, 2011 Summary: Yusei has always been the quiet, almost shy one of the gang. Jack is the one to explain why this is since only he, Martha, and Dr. Schmidt know the truth. Some reasons were never meant to be understood... and this is one of them. Length: 12 chapters (~21k words) Commentary: -- Trigger Warnings: semi-graphic depictions/descriptions of child abuse, graphic self-harm, gang violence and murder (mentioned) -- The second half of this fic was entirely unplanned when I started, so there is an abrupt shift in story-telling about half way through. -- The timeline doesn't quite match up correctly with canon, but I'm just gonna blame that once again on not really having a way to rewatch episodes back then, lol. -- This one actually got a sort-of one-shot re-write, lol. The re-write ended up almost entirely different, but this was where that idea came from. (You can actually read that one on ao3 because it's pretty recent.) -- If I were to actually fully re-write this one in the future (I never will), I would absolutely not format it like this. The format is pretty terrible, and some things should just...not have been written the way they were, lol. (Please excuse the info dump that is chapter 4, for example.) -- This one is also loosely tied to the collab listed below (A New Hope) but not necessary to read first since we didn't actually get that far into the collab for it to make a difference. Just a fun fact for you. (There was an unresolved plot point that was intended to resolve in the collab, but we didn't get that far. So if you read this and wonder about something, yeah it was probably that, lol.)

Scattered Memories Originally Posted: June 7, 2011 Summary: 50 Yugioh! 5D's related one-shots and drabbles. Length: 18 chapters (~14k words) Commentary: -- Clearly this is not 50 chapters. I never finished it because I started writing for a different fandom and lost interest. Ironically, I also started a theme challenge for that fandom as well that I never finished (though that was because my hard drive crashed and I lost the list, lol). -- I did not reread this one since it is just one-shots. There's nothing terribly memorable about them that bares mentioning, however, so... make what you will of that.

Chain Reaction Originally Posted: June 23, 2011 (First posted on dA -Dec 28 2010) Summary: If you had the power to change the past, would you? This is the question Yusei receives from a mysterious stranger. Will he accept the invitation to stop Zero Reverse from ever happening? Length: 10 chapters (~18.5k words) Commentary: -- Ye old cringey "what if"/alternate timeline fic. Except it doesn't actually happen. And nothing is explained at the end. -- I read about the first page and noped out of it. Maybe it gets better, hard to say. Let me know if it does if you actually dare to read it, lol. So unfortunately I can't really warn you about anything since I haven't read it in who knows how long. Sorry. You're on your own on this one, folks. -- (I do remember it being fun to write, but that doesn't really mean much. I'm sure I had fun writing all of these, after all, lol.)

The Camping Bet Originally Posted: June 26, 2011 Summary: What starts out as an argument between Jack and Crow turns into an all-out bet, guys vs. girls! The guys don't think the girls can last in the wilderness without electricity and running water; the girls think likewise of the guys. Who will win the bet? Length: 8 chapters (~12.5k words) Commentary: -- I only wrote about the first half of this one, so when there's an abrupt shift in writing style, that's why. Debated not including it, but I still like the premise honestly, and it was a lot of fun to write. -- Features my former best friend's OC, Elodie Kumari. You don't really need to know anything about her for this fic, though. Except that she's dating Crow? I think? I didn't reread this one, either. -- Incorrect geography. I did not look up places in Japan. I used the Boundary Waters in MN, USA, because I've been there. I have no regrets about this, however. -- I did skim the first chapter, but since I didn't re-read it in full, I apologize that I can't alert you to anything weird. Like replacing all of the 's's with 'z's in Sherry's dialog since she's French. I'm sure that seemed like a good idea at the time... *shrugs*

Darkness Before Dawn Originally Posted: Sept 24, 2011 Summary: Sequel to A Secret Kept. The worst has happened: Yusei is dying and the doctors can't figure out why. Now the gang must call on an old enemy for help… But will he be able to help? Will the gang find out what's going on before it's too late? Length: 11 chapters (~17k words) Commentary: -- I don't know where this absurd premise came from, but also it's really not that absurd within the Yugioh universe, so. Whatever. (It's so nutty but somehow I still love it? Idek.) -- Medical Inaccuracies. In part due to the dubious science of the previous fic, but hey. Also because of, ya know, magic and stuff. But also because Drama. Same as last time. -- Look. All of these are cheesy. But this one? Takes the cake. By a mile. (Also very majorly shippy --YuseixAki-- if you're into that, lol. Very minor JackxCarly and CrowxSherry but like. barely.) I had to stop reading a couple of times to gather myself. It is an ooey-gooey mess. -- So many epithets. I am so sorry. -- Also so many typos. I don't know why its so bad in this one, but it really is. -- (Also, where were the twins through all of this? I have no idea but I didn't write them in this and it actually makes zero sense that they aren't present, considering certain events. Me @ past!me: care to explain yourself? lol)

Angels and Devils Originally Posted: Nov 6, 2011 (first posted on dA -Feb 7, 2011) Summary: Naomi Mori may live in the Satellite, but her life isn't as horrible as most - that is until one so-called friend turns everything upside down. No shippings, mostly OC's with mentions of cannons until the second half of the story. Length: 4 chapters (~12k words) Commentary: -- Ye old cringey OC story. 'Nough said. -- This one was originally posted in two parts (Looking for Angels and City of Devils) on dA but was combined for ease of subbing on ffn. -- Trigger Warnings: gun violence (someone does die), suicide (that's actually not but still), implied attempted sexual assault (me @ past me: excuse me but why) -- The only reason I posted this one over to FFN was because of the collab listed below because Naomi plays a large part in it and readers needed to know who she was and her history. -- Side note: as someone who actually plays the game now but didn't when I wrote this, the deck I created for her is absolutely terrible. As in, nonfunctional except for anime duels where you always get exactly what you need, lol. -- I have no idea if half the cards I use in these duels are real cards or not. I know I made some of them up, but at this point, I don't remember which ones, lol (with the exception of one that is very obvious when you read it). There is definitely some Absurd Things going on in this duel. I'm pretty sure I did not count cards and even though I'm not counting them now either, I'm pretty sure this character does not have this many cards available to him, lol. Little Me did not know anything about dueling, lol. Take everything with a grain of salt.

A New Hope Originally Posted: Jan 2, 2012 (First posted on dA -May 2011) Summary: Construction has begun on the bridge that will finally connect the City and the Satellite. But certain people aren't happy with the City's decision to unite the two places and will stop at nothing to make sure the bridge is never completed! Length: 12 chapters (~37k words) - Discontinued Commentary: -- I am still Mad at myself and my collab partner for having never finished this. It tied so many fics of both of ours together and resolved some previously only hinted at story lines. But -- wouldn't you know it -- we got stuck on a duel. We technically wrote past that, intending to just come back to it later, so there are probably at least 3 chapters that never saw the light of day because we never frickin got the duel written before we both moved on to other fandoms. *sigh* (She's also the one who had the notebook we passed back and forth so I don't even have access to those chapters anymore. Hard to say if she even has it anymore. It's very sad. I'm very smad about it, lol.) -- The first couple chapters are okay but a few chapters after are kind of a drag, not gonna lie. But they are also now essential because said collab partner decided to rewrite her OC story (that is rehashed in this one) and never finished the rewrite but also deleted the original. So those few chapters are really the only place the full story exists now, sadly. (If you really want to read what there is finished of the rewrite, you can here: Birds of a Feather. Also, if you are in desperate need of yet more really old and cheesy fics, her writing was always better than mine, haha.) -- After the first ~5 chapters, I really, really still love the plot, okay? Parts of it were really, truly genius. I kind of wish I could go back and finish writing this fic, but sadly...I cannot. For a lot of reasons, I won't get into here, haha. But yeah. If you can get passed the opening few chapters, I think you may still enjoy the rest of it. -- There's this really weird part where we wrote in first person despite the rest of it being in third person. I stand behind that decision for what we were wanting to do, but also terrible. Horrible. Should not have done that, and I think we could have found a way to write it in third. -- While I have reread this one recently, actually, that was still probably at least six months ago so I didn't reread it for the making of this post. Therefore, not a lot of commentary on the fic itself other than the parts I can remember.

Lay Your Weapons Down Originally Posted: May 27, 2012 Summary: After being married for two years, everything they fought so hard for is falling apart. Yuaki Length: One shot (~1600 words) Commentary: -- There was supposed to be a companion piece to this with Jack and Carly, but obviously I never wrote it. -- Contains the above collab partner's OC shipped with Crow but that's not the focus and you don't really need to know that much about her beyond that. -- Honestly? Didn't reread it. Super cheesy if memory serves, though, haha.

I Never Meant For This To Happen! Originally Posted: June 8, 2012 (First posted on dA Jan 26, 2011) Summary: Kalin is hauled away by Sector Security. Yusei wonders at his friend's mistake. Length: One shot (~750 words) Commentary: -- Nothing really. Didn't reread it either, honestly.

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There we have it; ye old 5Ds fics. If these haven't completely scared you off from my writing, I do have a whole three fics I've written recently that you can find on ao3. I hope you enjoyed reading these (or at the very least that they gave you a good laugh at the absurdity of it all).

[cipheramnesia]

Charybdis, the partially documented and completely unquantified weapon of mass destruction, grew out thorny claws, gnarled tendrils, roots, or whatever they were. Under scant visible light, Serah thought, it seemed more like the moon had an ugly crack on the surface. She put her hand on the portal along side the distant ship. "I'll scoop you up little bug," she said, very softly because she didn't want anyone to overhear the voice she used to imitate her nani.

"Where are we, Kan."

"It's been five minutes," the pilot briefly looked away from one of the system alignment screens to glare at Maryam.

"We have broken three stages of encryption," Trevor said, as she looked upwards towards whatever distant dark regions held her soul at the moment. She stood between Paresh and Eric while they alternated between adjusting oscillating frequency and focus length. They were working through the runes which normally kept the vessel compatible to various local and nonlocal systems, and was generally a key component when it came to interstellar travel that didn't cause earth civilization tech to spontaneously self destruct the minute it left an earth system. Trevor's guidance indicated if the frequency had a better or worse chance of lining up with whatever nonlocal system lengths had been wrapped across the Lev Nicoburg, and whether or not the focus was right to meet the system tangle.

"What does this mean," said Maryam, "in practical terms."

"It means I don't know. I can plot but we're not going anywhere," Kan said. "I don't know."

"We're moving faster," said Serah.

"What?" Maryam looked her way. "That is, I mean to say... Excuse me?"

Serah looked back up at the rest of the bridge. "Charybdis, I think. It's probably a gravitational effect." She looked back at the portal. "It's moving, I think, and we're getting, like, backwash or something."

Kan actually growled the words, "horse shit," while Maryam walked down to the front of the bridge to stand beside Serah. She slowly exhaled and whispered half to herself, "In all the worlds... we are..." She looked down at the moon with Serah, and her breath lightly fogged the portal. "Maybe it's pulling us on purpose?"

Serah just shook her head. Charybdis smoothly rose from the Lunar surface, and she very much wished if nothing else they were at a better angle. If she could just see the stars, she could try to ballpark by the light distortion-

The doppelganger slipped out of its own short hop right as Charybdis cleared what little atmosphere the moon had. Serah felt almost disappointed watching the slight flicker of the system nets around Charybdis. It seemed almost anticlimactic, but it was over.

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"Okay," Nguyen said, thwacking the big platic "enable" key with a flourish of her thumb. "Rendezvous all laid in. You sure the whole sequence is necessary?"

"GK has gotten really good, really fast, at throwing off any 'unwelcome company,'" Sy said, seated in the copilot seat of the Paperclip. "Wow that sounded cheesy. What's the normal thing you guys call it when you get chased during system travel?"

Dandridge, at one of the scan stations, said, "We haven't done anything stupid enough that we need a formal word for getting chased."

"Ah," Sy replied.

"Also great haul guys! Who'd you have to blackmail," Nguyen added, using the local drives to exit the Lunar traffic lanes, slow and steady.

"All that guy," Loren pointed at Dandridge. "I knew we had a reason to keep him around."

Dandridge shook his head and threw up a circled thumb at Loren.

"Huh, what- oh crap." Nguyen frowned.

"No, what's oh crap?" and "Now what?" and "What's wrong?" all overlapped at once so Nguyen waved a hand. She said, "Weird readings, but we don't even need to check, your ship picked a fight," and pulled it on one of the main screens.

For Sy, this was only the second actual space battle he'd seen, and it was becoming clear that, as these things went, there was not much to see. Just Genghis Kahn, and a smaller ship dwarfed by it. The other ship was difficult to make out because it was shades of black and gray, but it reminded him of tiny desert plants, or succulents.

Both ships sat there a bit. For a moment he could halfway see a sequence of lines flicker around GK. The smaller ship started to rotate, and the same lines went around it for a minute, followed by stabilizing thrusters.

"Are we gonna help," Sy asked.

"With what," said Loren. "I've never seen anything like the little guy there, and if mister 'I'm so advanced' mega-WMD can't handle it, we sure can't."

"The Paperclip isn't really, uh... built for that anyway," Nguyen said gently. "We're really not even armed by comparison."

"We shouldn't hang around," Dandridge said. "If they make the rendezvous, we'll see them there."

Sy looked one last time at the screen. "That... makes sense."

Nguyen gave him a reason smile. "Don't sweat it, your pet monster will tear em apart. Starting the first system transfer now."

Something flashed on the screen, and Sy said, "wait-" as the Paperclip jumped out of the Luna system.

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From the bridge of the Lev Nicoburg, they watched the doppelganger take on Charybdis.

"Did it just-" Kan said. Maryam finished, "Completely ignored the system net."

"It's pushing," Serah said.

"It appears our twin successfully repelled whatever weapons it used," Trevor this time.

"It's... fast," Paresh said.

As they watched, the doppelganger tried to rotate and then hop to keep up, while the giant WMD spun itself effortlessly, inertialessly, around and over the smaller ship.

"It hurts my eyes," said Eric, to a series of affirmative grunts. Charybdis moved faster and faster, jumping and moving back and forth around the doppelganger so rapidly that none of the flashes of its weapons came close.

"It's too fast to be a human pilot," Maryam said. Trevor hmmed but didn't speak.

Before anyone could figure out what happened, the doppelganger was slammed onto the surface of the moon in a burst of slowly expanding rocks and dust. Simultaneously one of the "prongs" of the ship was crushed and bent backwards, while the part of the hull Serah knew was most directly over the system drives crumpled and pinched itself flat, a deep concave crater. Some invisible giant stuck a thumb in the base of the egg.

"What the fuck..." Kan breathed.

"This is why we do not try to blow these up," Trevor said, "without quantification."

Serah asked, "Do you think they're alive?"

"No visible hull breaks or air leaks. If the drive does not critically fail, we may be able to aid in rescue efforts," Maryam replied.

"It is looking at us," Trevor said.

Maryam and Serah looked away from the wreck of the doppelganger. Certainly, Charybdis hadn't moved for a moment. Maryam saw what had been described as a scar or a launch bay in the side of it, which could be viewed as an eye she supposed.

Trevor took a step back from the port. "It's looking at me," she said. Serah was getting spooked by the mounting horror on Trevor's face and in her voice. "It's looking-"

The flicker of the system drive weapons arced from the doppelganger to one of the branches of the Charybdis, and it flared so white Serah immediately had a black spot in her vision for the fractional moment before both portals flooded completely with blinding light. Then darkness.

Part 4: A Midnight Summer Dream

a story by @rox-and-prose and @cipheramnesia

Luna was a pale sliver of paint in the stars, a slip of the brush in the forever of the sky.

"That's it," Michele Loren said. "This is where we head our separate ways for the moment."

Laika took her hand of the control vines for Genghis Khan as she stared wordlessly. The earth civ moon, original version, a system unto itself. She had devoured all she could find about Luna, the multifacet god, in hopes to understand the call she felt in the days after leaving home. She'd put the hope of seeing Luna with her own eyes at the bottom of a box and buried the idea. Her muzzle hung slightly agape as she searched for something momentous to say, to share with GK how much it meant to be in the here and now.

She noticed Sy was watching her, and the dryad smiled and glanced away when he saw her seeing him. She blushed and her face felt hot, and she forgot her train of thought.

"I never imagined I'd rob the moon," she said.

"You're only robbing a very, very small part of it," Cat Nguyen corrected.

The crew of the Paperclip were sharing the bridge of Genghis Kahn, with varying expressions of perplexity on their faces watching the werewolf executing the peculiar movements and footwork involved in manipulating the various switches and nerves and pedals essential to a Pilot. Even Doc seemed entranced, silent through all the system jumps, or structure solutions, or whatever GK liked to call them. All except Dandridge who returned to the Paperclip immediately in a sullen huff, vowing never to set foot on GK ever again. Laika was going to need to find out what exactly GK had done to piss him off so bad.

Now they were gathering up helmets and and gloves for their envirosuits, looking around for just the right way to excuse themselves from the room which Laika had seen enough of before she was eight to recognize. "Okay," Loren said. "Well, you know. This should go fine, just stick with the plan, keep it simple, you know."

"I can do better than that," Doc (Laika still hadn't figured out if the woman was Blake Sloane, or Sloane Blake, or something else), pushing her bracelets along with the sleeve of her purple, double breasted, knitted suit jacket. "I can stick the plan to me." There was a mess of writing which Laika deeply hoped was meant to look smeared and half erased on Doc's forearm.

"That's, that's a great- Good job Sloane."

"Doctor Blake, why can't you ever get my name right?!"

"I'm sorry. Doctor Blake. Fantastic work as always." Loren turned to Laika. "Look, I don't know how to uh. You know how much work this has been for me. Well, just be careful. Make sure next time I see you, you have the godseye or Doc, or both. Or don't let me see you again?"

"Is that a threat," Sy asked.

"Think of it as friendly advice," Loren said.

"And also as a threat," Nguyen added, despite Loren's sharp look. "What?" she shot back at his frown.

"Do I have do go with these guys?" Sy looked at Laika who said "no" at the same time as Loren and Nguyen said "yes."

"We'll keep our end," Nguyen said, "along with your friend. You keep yourself along with Doc."

"Who you wouldn't be sorry to see killed, I gather."

"We'd prefer she come out of this mostly intact," Loren sounded almost apologetic.

"Okay, okay, fine. Let's not draw this out, I get it."

Loren breathed a small sigh of relief and Nguyen just smiled. "We'll get going then," he said.

"Take care of yourself," Laika gave Sy a shoulder pat as he walked by, then impulsively pulled him into a hug.

"I'll be good," he said into fur. "You have the hard job."

"Pulling off the heist?"

"Being alone with, uh, the Doc."

Loren and Nguyen waited at the entryway to the bridge. Laika set down Sy from the hug and stood her full height. "Oh," she said. "Before you go? GK, please threaten them."

Its voice coming from nowhere as usual, GK said, "Thank you Laika, for this commendable request. Captain Michele Loren of the Paperclip, please prepare for receiving a threatening missive."

"What?"

"Captain Michele Loren, Pilot Cat Nguyen, and the remaining crew of the ship Paperclip not present aboard myself, I am placing you under the advisement that should even the smallest fraction of an injury occur to Pilot Laika Blackwood, or Sy Drangea, electrical engineer, I will track you to the end of earth civilization space, and to parts unknown. You will never know safety or peace for as long as you remain alive. I will find your dreams, and take them from you. There will be no power up to and including the total heat death of this universe which will stop me from extracting your lives in payment. If you die, I will find yours souls. I will tear apart the essence of your beings. I will disperse the electrons of your bodies into every star of this universe. I will burn your souls to ash. Nothing will remain. Please ensure Sy returns safely to me upon our next meeting."

Loren stared, open mouthed.

"Uh," said Nguyen, "You're... really good at that."

"Thank you," said GK. "Your praise is insignificant to me. Please have a safe trip."

[shxxhanbin]

Shit I’ve Said About Junhoe

Happy Junhoe Day! [19970331] (first gif cr: summer)

Here’s to a boy who I feel like I owe my entire heart. The amount of light and happiness you’ve brought into my life, in such a short amount of time, is indescribable. I could not be more thankful to have you in my life. I hope one day to meet you and be able to tell you how much you truly mean to me, and how much of an impact you’ve had on me. You make me smile when nothing else can. You make me laugh until I’m crying. You cause my heart to race and butterflies to flutter in my stomach. You’re a talented, and beautiful individual, who deserves the world. Don’t ever forget how special you are. I love you, with every fiber of my being, and promise to be by your side until the end.

[angelamajiki]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧

PAIRINGS: Yandere! Fatgum x Female! Sidekick! Reader

CW: noncon, voyeurism, bell bulge, size kink, praise kink, breeding, cunninglingus, bondage, dumbification

AN: This is a piece for Fern’s 1k Event! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ! Read the intro and first piece before reading this one! Ty <3 P.S. the italicized quotes are Nighteye’s and reader prior convo

Gluttony: The Second Circle of Dante’s Inferno

“What I like about gluttony,' a bishop I knew used to say, 'is that it doesn't hurt anyone else.'”

You hadn’t the faith to believe him when he said it.

It was hard to call the exchanges that occurred between the two of you a conversation. More or less, he spoke the truth of your reality and you simply didn’t have the gall to question it.

The elevator he thrust you into was cold and unnerving despite the cheesy jazz music that thankfully filled the void of silence you were sure would have deafened you if it prolonged itself. It gave you time to think on his words, more so than you would have liked to.

“The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind. It is a poison that is all-consuming of the senses.”

Gluttony was the next trial, so it seemed. Lord knows what lies ahead for you, leaving you foolishly clutching to the notion that this circle couldn’t possibly be worse than the last.

The abrupt halt to the elevator allows the gravity of the situation to sink in fully. The inescapable horror was creeping in through the crack in the door, especially when it opened to find a man waiting for you.

And what a man he was, standing at nearly eight feet.

“Just the gal I was lookin’ for! I was worried my favorite lil sidekick had run off right after quitin’ time.”

An enormous, gloved hand clapped down on your shoulder, lingering far longer than you would have liked.

“Follow me to my office, yeah? I got something I wanna discuss with ya.”

And just like that, the string of fate slipped around your neck like a noose and pulled you along down the empty hallway, save for you, the man, and the numerous amounts of plaques, awards, and other celebratory memorabilia decorating the agency halls.

Judging by the pictures you saw yourself in, you were a hero of sorts, working alongside the unnamed man and two others you had yet to meet. Hopefully, your paths would never cross.

Even inside his office, you could see the remnants of what your life would be in this circle of hell. Whoever was with you seemed to be very fond of you, given the number of photographs and newspaper clippings adorning his desk and walls of the office.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and not just your fantastic work as a hero. Been thinking about what a fine woman you’ve grown to be.”

Those large hands found your shoulders again, stroking and rubbing to set you at ease in his grasp.

“Strong.”

One dipped down to your waist.

“Sweet.”

The other onto your arm.

“Everything a man like me needs. You sure fill my appetite in more than one way.”

Finally, the rest on your hips, thumbing circles into the soft flesh he took purchase in there.

Ah, so this was the glutton in question.

“I’m not sure I’m following what you mean.”

Just play dumb, maybe this circle will have mercy on you.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, honey. There’s no reason to get all shy on me; I promise I don’t bite-”

His hand slid up to your neck, resting comfortably while enveloping the entirety of it with just his palm.

“Unless you ask for it.”

The whisper in his voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving you frozen in his grasp. It was undeniable that you would never beat him, no matter what your power may be in this world. Hell, if you even had one, how certain were you that you could use it?

Your options were far and few between, but laying down and taking it like some pathetic little bitch was not going to be an option for you. Not here, not now.

The shrill sound of your own voice even hurt your own ears as you cried for help, thrashing wildly in the grip of the man.

Your cries for help should have been chosen more carefully, seeing as when your two apparent saviors sped into the room, they opted to help the man pin you down even further.

“Damn, she’s being a feisty little thing-”

“Fatgum, let go of her neck! You’re gonna hurt her.”

“S-Should we really be doing this?”

And so you were left bound against the top of the desk, shrouded in a swarth of tentacles pinning your legs open and your hands above your head.

“Thank you, boys. Didn’t realize she would cause such a stir.”

So Fatgum was his name, or so it appeared to be an alias of some sorts.

“Fatgum, please-”

His smile was sickeningly sweet as he towered over you.

“Awe, no need for formalities with me, sugar plum. Just call me Tai, yeah?”

The two other men stood beside you, watching their boss closely as he dealt with you.

“Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.”

Damn that cursed man for sending you down here in that goddamn elevator. This journey alone made it nearly impossible to keep this strength to see your mother again alive.

“Tai, please. I don’t-” His hearty laugh cut you off. “Begging already, sugar? By the fight you put up, I’d almost thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I don’t!” You protested, squirming in your slimy bonds before they tightened uncomfortably around you.

“Don’t yell at him like that. It's unbecoming of you.”

The raven-haired man snapped at you, looking down with a blush seared across his face and up to his ears.

“Relax, Tamaki. She just needs a reminder of who she belongs, ain’t that right? But, he’s right, I can't have you mouthing off like that, now can I?”

Slipping his black mask off his eyes, Tai fastened it around your mouth and head, loosely gagging you.

“Yeah, you belong to us!”

It was the redhead’s turn to pipe up before Tai shushed the pair of men.

“Now, now, I know you’re fond of our sweet little sidekick here, but this?”

He clapped a hand over still clothed pussy, rubbing gently.

“This here is mine; you boys can’t have this. But you’re more than welcome to stay and watch as I indulge myself.”

You whined into the gag, looking at him with teary eyes as he ripped a hole in your bottoms and panties.

“Hey, hey, hey. No need for tears, honeybun. You're safe with me, okay? I’m gonna take such good care of my little sweetheart, don’t you worry about a thing.”

His large fingers stroked over your clit slowly and tenderly, kissing your salty tears away as he shushed you with praise and loving words. Thumbing your clit, he pushed his middle fingers into you at a slow pace, grinning softly when you bit back a moan.

“Come on now, girl. We wanna hear how good I’m makin’ ya feel, ain’t that right, boys?”

Their collective groans of pleasure gave you all the response you needed; those sick fucks were getting off on you being harassed by your boss.

His finger sped up in pace, making you squeal once he curled his finger in an upwards motion. “Can’t wait to hear what you’ll sound like on my cock, sweet girl. Gonna sing us a nice song?”

Another finger slipped in as his free hand pawed at your tits, fondling and groping as he finger fucked you a new sense of vigor.

“As much as I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart, I’m just itching to get inside you and feel that pretty cunt around me. You understand, don’t you? I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

His lips continued to litter your skin in kisses to your face, licking at the tears that fell from your eyes when he added a third finger into your tight, wet hole.

“Mhm, you won’t mind if I have a taste, do ya?”

You could only whine in response.

“Of course you don’t, my good girl never says no to me.”

A hot mouth sealed itself around your clit as three fingers pumped in and out of you steadily, hitting all the right spots repeatedly. You squealed and shook in your binds, feeling your orgasm approaching hard and fast with the aid of his tongue lapping and suckling at you.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

That was all you needed to feel yourself reach that blinding peak, sobbing and writhing as he rode out your ecstasy. His tongue continued to work at you far after you were finished, overestimating you without a care in the world. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears as he just pulled your body closer to his face.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I’ll stop when I’m finished with my meal, y’understand? This is my pussy, and I’ll do what I want with it.”

Leaving you twitching and sobbing, Tai finally pulled away and stood up, pulling his cock out and stroking it above you.

“Can’t wait to breed my pussy. Gonna make you my cute little cream puff.”

Both of his massive hands circled around you waist, pulling you flush against him as he sank all the way into your tight heat. The stretch of his girth was quite nearly unbearable as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, rubbing the small bulge in your belly with fondness while peering down at you.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. I knew you’d be so good for me. Yer takin’ me so well.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he slowly pulled out, leaving your legs twitching wildly when his thumb found its way back to your clit before he sank back in all the way. You could snark about how courteous it was of him to allow you to adjust, but the thread of consciousness was hard to grasp onto as he completely dominated your mind with numbing pleasure.

“You were made to take my cock, sweet thing. Let me give you a treat for bein’ so obedient for me.”

His praise went straight to your gut, as much as you hated to admit it, leaving you feeling pliable and soft under his demanding touch. Those hands around your waist pulled at your body, bringing you back and forth on his cock like you were a goddamn fleshlight.

“Ah, ” he grunted. “I don't think I can hold back much longer; you’ll let me be selfish, won’t ya?”

With that, all sense of tenderness and gentleness was thrown out the window as he picked you up from the desk, holding you against his chest as he jackhammered into you with an impossible pace of his hips.

“Shit! Squeezing me so tight, bein’ such a good little fucktoy for me.”

The sounds of skin slapping and the collective sounds of pleasure rang heavy in the room as he used and abused your throbbing pussy, feeling his grip on you tighten when he was reaching his own high.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, gonna stuff my pussy nice and full!”

The bulge on your stomach grew even more as he came, stuffing you to the hilt with his cum and his cock. Ropes of it leaked out of your hole, even as he stayed inside you, panting and kissing at your sweaty forehead.

“Gave ‘em a good show, didn’t we, sweetheart? Say thank you, boys.”

Their thanks were mumbled out as they too had exhausted themselves just from the display of your pleasure. Tamaki’s tentacles retracted themselves from you, allowing you to stretch and return feeling to your arms and legs.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart. We’re - hey, are you with me? I’m gonna clean you up and take you back home with me, okay? No more hero nonsense for you, ya hear me? All you need to do from now on is stay home and keep that pussy warm for me.”

Like hell you were going to stay for another damned second in this realm, not after being violated so horrifically.

“O-Okay.”

Play it cool, play it cool.

“Let me go to the bathroom, then.” You swallowed, hoping to fool the men. “A-And I’ll get my change of clothes and we can go home.”

You didn’t wait for a response, hobbling out of the office before making a break down the hall for the elevator. Their shouts echoed off the hallway walls as you ran with all your strength left back into the safety of the elevator, leaving them running after you before the door shut on them.

“Gluttony is a great fault; but we do not necessarily dislike a glutton. We only dislike the glutton when he becomes a gourmet-that is, we only dislike him when he not only wants the best for himself, but knows what is best for other people.”

— tagging: @sightoru @anarchicmartyr @natsuonii @whumperooni @viixens @lunar-nebula @trafalgar-temptress

[metalbuckaroo]

Tattoo

Summary: After losing a bet, Bucky gives you a tattoo of his choice (part of the SP backstory one-shots but can be read on its own)

Warnings: Smut, car sex, tobacco use, mention of alcohol consumption, light praise kink and hair pulling, cursing, tattoo needle (if thatd be considered a warning)

AU: Beefy Biker Bucky x Fem Reader

AN: again; no clue what this is, felt the need to write something but brain wasn't working. Requests are always open, reblogs and feedback appreciated!

SWEET PEA MASTERLIST

You were stood outside Steve's small, semi-secluded tattoo shop with Bucky while he smoked his cigarette, the dark parking lot barely lit up with a single pole light.

Sam was inside getting his tattoo finished before the four of you started drinking for your birthday. "Bet you he cries like a baby again." You told Bucky as he took a drag from his cigarette.

His lips curled into a smirk, exhaling the smoke through his nose. "What're you wanting to bet on it?"

"If he doesn't make it through the whole thing you have to get a nipple piercing." You said, giving him a wide smile and stuffing your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket.

He flicked his cigarette to the concrete and stepped closer to you, his hands going to your hips. "And if he does, you have to let me give you a tattoo, of my choice."

You liked your chances with this one, Sam had ended up with a half finished tattoo last week because he backed out.

"Deal, now come on, its cold." You laced his fingers with yours and tried to walk backwards, Bucky pulling you back to him. "Gotta couple ways we could fix that." He teased, making you roll your eyes at him.

"Not right now, Buck." You laughed, pulling him by his metal thumb with you to the backdoor of the shop.

Bucky walked to where Steve was switching needles on his tattoo gun and leaned to talk to him, Steve chuckling lowly and shaking his head. "You two are ridiculous."

"What? Tell me you didn't have sex in my car." Sam said craning his head to look at you and Bucky.

A smug look crept on Bucky's face as he sat on the couch on the other side of the counter and pulled you into his lap. "Just don't flake out on your tattoo." He shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Steve was nearly done with Sam's tattoo and you were getting nervous, he still hadn't backed out of it, meaning you would lose the bet.

The sound of the tattoo gun stopped and Steve stood, pulling the latex gloves off. "Well, looks like Buck won." He chuckled.

You exhaled and looked at Bucky who was smirking at you, heavy hand resting on your thigh. "Knew I'd win. C'mon."

You put your hand on his chest to stop him from moving you. "Wait, wait-" He shook his head at you and gave a cheeky smile, showing his sparkling white teeth. "You lost the bet, sweet pea. Rules are rules."

You raised your eyebrows as he urged you to stand, his hands on your shoulders to guide you towards the tattoo chair that Steve was cleaning off. "You're playing by the rules now? Well, in that case-"

He cut you off with a kiss to your cheek, leaning to talk in your ear. "I make the rules, baby. You know that." His low voice sent a tingle down your back as he nudged you to sit.

Once everything was set up, Bucky had discarded his leather jacket on the counter, sitting in the stool as he put a pair of latex gloves on.

When Steve and Sam were out of view he lifted the front of your dress. "Hold this." He smirked, lifting the waistband of your underwear to uncover the spot between the top of your thigh and hipbone.

Pulling the fabric up, you let out a shaky breath, nerves getting the best of you from the thought of how many stupid things he could etch onto your skin.

"Don't do anything ridiculous." You told him, not getting an answer as he started.

It wasn't near as bad as you had expected and didn't take as long either, Bucky's focused face softening into a lazy smile when the tattoo gun went silent. "Perfect."

You lifted your head to glance down at the two words in his handwriting. Sweet Pea.

"That is so cheesy, Buck." You laughed as he placed the protective cream and plastic over it before giving your thigh a squeeze. "Suits you."

The bell on the door dinged before your friend Anya's voice sounded in the half lit shop.

"Out of all the places to have a tattoo shop, Steve picks the stupidest one. How does he even make money?" She huffed, sitting the case of beer down on the counter.

She looked at you as you stood from the chair and cocked an eyebrow. "Well, birthday girl. Already making stupid decisions."

_____

You hadn't even made it through one beer and Bucky was being relentless with teasing touches. A hand brushed against your ass, brief kisses to your neck, and filthy whispers in your ear, earning a reminder of Steve's rule.

No sex in his shop.

He had said something to Anya that made her roll his eyes at him and dig in her pocket for her keys, a devilish smirk on his face as he walked to you.

Pulling you by your waist with him out of Steve office, he pressed a supple kiss to your lips. "Time for your birthday gift, pretty girl."

Two orgasms in and he wasn't letting up, his lips covering yours to keep your moans and whimpers muffled, middle and ring finger knuckle deep between your folds as you pumped his dick at the pace he thrusted his fingers.

He pressed his thumb to your clit and your movement stopped, tilting your head back and gritting your teeth together to try to keep quiet as the third orgasm seared it way through you.

The air in the car was thick, windows fogged to the point you couldn't see through them and Bucky's broad body took up a lot of the room as his body bent over yours.

"Open your eyes, sugar. Not done yet." He hummed, placing wet kisses along what was exposed of your chest. "You can take one more. Can't you, sweet pea?"

You nodded and gripped onto the back of his hair, letting out a strained moan as he slipped into you, his hips snapping forward with a low groan.

The suspension of the car squeaked with the force of his thrusts, hushed moans and whimpers filling the air.

Your head was swimming with the filthy praises that spilled front Bucky's lips, his dark hair shielding his face, metal hand gripping your outer thigh and other hand holding his weight off of you beside your head.

"Holy shit, J.B." You mewl, bucking your hips to meet his pace.

He looked at you through hooded eyes, lip bit between your teeth as you clawed his hip and tugged at the back of his hair, thin layer of sweat adding a shine to your skin. "Look so good under me, sugar."

"So close," you whimpered, grip on his hair tightening slightly to elicit a guttural moan from his throat.

Bucky angled his hips to thrust into your g-spot, a breathy cry passing through your lips. "C'mon, Sugar. Be a good girl and make a mess on my cock, wanna feel you clench around me."

Tears burned your eyes as heat coursed through you again, goosebumps prickling your skin with a cry of his name that was muffled by his tongue slipping into your open mouth.

He spilled into you, moaning into your mouth with the slowing thrusts.

His forehead leaned against your, stomachs brushing with each labored breath. "Fuck, sweet pea. You've ruined anyone else for me."

[roleplayfinder]

✧- 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 . . .

                                       ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♡ - hello ! my name is viola. i'm an 18+ experienced writer with close to ten years of writing experience. i love to plot extensively, become close with my roleplay partners and become very invested in the plot we'll create together. since it is the middle of the summer, i am free and itching to write again ! i will only roleplay with others that are also 18+ and willing to let me write in the novella/long term style. i don't mind if replies are not extremely long! quality over quantity always. but i like being able to read well thought out replies and give them as well. i am a 1x1 writer. i use all pronouns but commonly go by she or they. i love original plots and i double only i find singles to bore me very easily. i do also like integrating dark themes into some roleplays ! like violence/gore/jealousy or otherwise unhealthy dynamics. we of course do not have to do any of those if you do not wish! it is all up to you and your comfort! most of the time i will roleplay either m x f or f x f ! i will write for any dynamic for your side <3 

♡ - for smut i will write descriptively as always, but i would prefer the roleplay to not revolve around smut scenes / sexual themes. under no circumstances will minor characters be involved in any and all nsfw roleplays. while i absolutely enjoy smut scenes in roleplays and i will put my all into keeping them descriptive and fun to read, i will not purely roleplay nsfw. i want to incorporate lots of drama and plot, and the nsfw scenes make sense for the characters and their relationship.

here are some original plot ideas that i love

♡ - vampires ( i love a dark vampire roleplays a TON !!! )

♡ - victorian era / period piece

♡ - fantasy / medieval fantasy 

♡ -  dystopian fantasy 

♡ - royal / kingdom plots

as for dynamics i like unhealthy dynamics, jealousy, power dynamics, fluff ( i know, dramatic change) cheesy romance, slow burn and many others we can discuss! 

fandoms i'd love to roleplay !!

♡ - red dead redemption ( 1 & 2 )

♡ - elder scrolls V: skyrim 

♡ - dragon age: inquisition 

♡ - resident evil: all games ( but really wanting a village roleplay ) 

♡ - what i require in a roleplay partner

being flexible with my reply time, it may take me a few days or a week, if you don’t like waiting please don’t reach out

quality over quantity. i would prefer a really engaging smaller paragraph than something that feels long and drawn out!

i tend to write a lot maybe even 2000-3000 words per reply, i love LOVE writing out long replies, but again don’t feel the need to match my word length if you can not. 

you need to be 18+ to reply any and all adult themes with me, i will not roleplay those themes with minors. 

you will plot and talk with me !! i would love to make friends and chat throughout the plotting process (which im hoping will be very thorough!) 

you like aesthetics ! i love using images, symbols and lowercase aesthetic in my replies. please let me know if you’d like proper grammar. 

please, don't ghost me. i have severe anxiety and tend to take ghosting personally. my mental health can't handle ghosting well. so i would prefer just either unadding me, leaving our server or telling me you'd like to end the roleplay instead of radio silence. please.

♡ - contact!

please feel free to message me on discord 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚#2742 (paste exactly as is) if you're having trouble adding me just message me here !!! , also let me know of your time zone/age/name/pronouns when we communicate! i will get back to you as soon as i can, i do find it hard to reply very quickly but i hope you will be patient with me. thank you for reading this..terribly long post, but i hope i piqued your interest. have an amazing day/night/evening!!

with love, viola

[joyliiejolly]

As a lover - SEVENTEEN's DK

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purpose only, so please take it as a grain of salt and live laugh love all the way besties!!

This reading is done by my friend @bluerabb (she usually doesn’t post any reading on her blog and she wants me to post them here so please considerate follow my blog if you want to read more from her ^^). I took note during her reading, proofread and added some of my own thoughts along.

There is a nsfw part in this reading (under “keep reading”), so if you’re a minor reading this, please stop where I put my warning.

Without futher ado, enjoy the reading!

Happy birthday to our Sunshine ☀️ 🌻

I’m forever grateful of you, who saved me from my brain many years ago and till this day 💙

The cards:

Tyldwick Tarot: Queen of Swords, Ace of Wands (complemented by Judgement and Page of Cups), Seven of Cups.

Cosmos Tarot and Oracle: Ace of Pentacles (rx), Five of Pentacles, The 13th card in the Oracle.

Seokmin's love is the purest thing in this world. It's the kind of love that one can't help but cherish, the kind of love that makes everyone believes in the good of loving again.

To Seokmin, every love is his first love. He is always excited for any new love that enters his life, as he sees each of them as a distinct experience to go through. The way he loves is innocent and sincere. He's hopeless romantic and the ideal of true love is there. He believes that there's someone out there who is destined for him and he's destined to be theirs. He will want to do a lot of romantic stuffs with his love one, it can get a little bit cheesy but it's gonna be so freaking adorable ><.

Funny thing is, when he starts to like someone, he would try so hard to act like he isn't interested in them at first :D The reason is simple, he is just so shy and awkward. It will take a lot of time for him to make any move on his feelings. He doesn't want to play around with romance. He wants to make sure whether or not this warm feeling is just a one timing or something more long lasting.

This boy hasn't been in love that much, he lacks of experience, and he's well aware of this. He would wonder a lot about the relationship even before entering it ("Will this last long?", "Can I work this out?", "Will we be good together?",…). And with the tendency to idealize love, if a long-term relationship of him somehow crashes, he will melt down really bad and won't ever be able to fully recover from it.

Though he's a hopeless romantic type of guy, but in love, Seokmin isn't spontaneous, but rather cautious. He might make extremely detailed plans/notes/check-lists in regard to his lover, like what do they like/dislike, their little hobbies and habits, what gifts should he buy in which occasion,… All because he again, lack of experiences and he wants to make it right. An overthinker in love, basically. He is a try-hard one, and because of this, one's love might overshadow the other's, which can lead to a lack of balance in the relationship.

He is also a perfectionist in love, he doesn't want to mess anything up. He will ask his friends, even ask online whenever he wants something from his love one, like a hug, a kiss,…since well, he doesn't know how to. For gifts, he would be like "I don't really know what you like the most, so I bought them all" :D He would even go on wikiHow "How to have a perfect date" and follow the steps exactly how they were written :D "Get them 10 roses", yeah, he will get them 10 roses, no more no less. He follows the steps simply because he believe that if he nails them perfectly, nothing can go wrong.

You know how much of a soft boy he is :D He will get all emotional and cry during important moments, like when they accept his confession/they confess to him, the first time they hug, the first time they holding hands….Yeah, the softest boy everrrr. He will definitely gonna put a picture of his love one on his desk :D And he wants to provide them a home as they like, literally. A little greenery, like a mini garden .

He expresses his love through music. He will gift them the most beautiful sound in this world . He would sing his love one to sleep, recording himself singing for his lover. He will want to dance with his partner, just the two of them swaying the night away, or sing on top of their lungs together. He will send them memes lol or buy them funny stuffed animals. He will definitely gonna make a fool out of himself around his lover just to see them smile (Dad jokes alerted :D).

He will give his lover flowers. It could be some beautiful wild flowers he picked up on the street or a bouquet of mixed white flowers. Red flowers like roses are a must for important day. His favorite kind of date is picnic by a lake, sight-seeing the mountains (basically anything related to nature or in the nature).

(Minor please stop right here!)

Music is an important part of the love-making process and maybe used to built the mood.

Seokmin is a soft dom, a pleaser, who cares a lot about his lover's satisfaction in bed. Since he is very careful, he would be a little bit experimental in bed (nothing too extreme tho), in order to figure out what his partner's preferences and gain some experience, just to please them. He may want to try some positions that require flexibility.

He will give a lot of attention to their feelings and expressions, taking a mental note of their likes/dislikes. All the small, soft spots, places that make his lover goes weak, yeah, he will remember it all.

[himitsu-luna]

Headcanon

⸰ֺ⭑Nct 127 - Ideal types⭑ֺ⸰

❥︎𑁍 Taeil

Someone like the moon. Serene, a comforting presence, humble, but that still possesses various interesting facets and is able to light the darkest room. Someone with a magnetic aura, whose presence is subtle, but when they are not around, they are definetely missed. Someone soft who inspire romantic thoughts and actions. Someone cute but that doesn't realize it. Someone silly who makes him smile and laugh at the smallest things, that vibes with him in a deeper level. Someone simple, as chill as him, as free spirited as him, who will be up to do anything with him. Someone who has the ability to make the most complicated thing look easy, that can vanish any bad feelings with a reassuring smile or touch. Someone that appreciates his entire being and all of his perfect imperfections.

❥︎𑁍 Johnny

Someone like the sun. Spontaneous, warm, bright, inviting, that makes him feel that life would be impossible without them. Someone that smiles a lot and laughs easily, that is kind of random. Someone visionary, free, that just catches his hand and says "let's go!". Someone who is genuine in everything they do and say, that sees no problem in saying "I'm sorry" or "I was wrong". Someone hardworking, that works more for others than for themselves. Someone with whom he can have cheesy pick up lines battles and that can make him flustered at the end. Someone that has firm steps and knows where they are going, that has a broad vision of life. Someone balanced, 50% emotional and 50% rational.

❥︎𑁍 Taeyong

Someone like a lighthouse. Always there to guide him, to show him that he is not alone, to show him the way when he feels lost, someone he knows that will be there for him, waiting for him at that same spot, with unchanged feelings. Someone dependable and reliable, with a motherly instinct, but that still has their inner child jumping and playing at times. Someone wise, from whom he can always learn a new thing. Someone that can make him slow down sometimes to enjoy a peaceful afternoon. Someone that can read, match and change his moods, that knows exactly what to do in every situation, that makes him feel safe and understood. Someone that goes to him with open arms and always listen to him before listening to anyone else.

❥︎𑁍 Yuta

Someone like a painting. Expressive, colorful, admirable, interesting, full of layers, that show themselves completely, but there's always some detail yet to be discovered if you look at them from a different angle. Someone fair, just, loyal, that kind of person that you can trust completely. Someone that actually doesn't fall for his pranks, because they are always one step ahead. Someone playful, sincere, open minded, free of judgements, that just want people to be happy and prays everyday for this world to get peace. Someone who matches his intensity, but is far from being competitive. Someone strong, maybe tough, but that has soft spots for a lot of cute little things. Someone kind and generous, that is always ready to help others.

❥︎𑁍 Doyoung

Someone like a precious crystal. Beautiful, transparent, formed with a lot of patience, that takes the hardships in life to become a better person, that seems delicate but is actually very strong, extremely precious and valuable in every way. Someone with an extremely good heart and a charming great mind. Someone who forgives easily, even though they shouldn't. Someone who is good with words, that expresses themselves well, that is honest with their feelings and share them with him. Someone who has the sense of commitment and give their all in the relationship. Someone who gets along with his family and friends. Someone who has eyes just for him, that is his supporting system, his number one fan, that recognizes all of his efforts. Someone who truly listen to others and keep in their hearts everyone's story.

❥︎𑁍 Jaehyun

Someone like an old love song. Filled with tender emotions, ageless, classic, someone who evoque sweet memories everytime he looks at them, someone who validates his thoughts and feelings. Someone who makes him miss them, that makes him smile with just one text message. Someone that doesn't push or rush him, that is in the same wavelenght as him, that walk in the same pace as him, that makes him feel comfortable and relaxed, that brings harmony to his life. Someone encouraging, that makes him gladly go out of his comfort zone sometimes. Someone entertaining, creative, that comes up with the most brilliant and funny thoughts from time to time. Someone fascinating, charming, passionate, that speaks with their whole body when they get excited.

❥︎𑁍 Winwin

Someone like the ocean. Deep, pacific, that makes him feel free and calm, that has the strong power to pull him to them, that gives him that feeling that the world is huge and there's so many things he doesn't know yet . Someone who gets his walls down, that makes him wanting to be the chaser. Someone who accepts him, who understands him, who doesn't suffocate or pressure him on acting in a certain way. Someone considerate, respectful, a gentle and ethereal soul. Someone that people may label as traditional, but that has a truly rich inner world, that they share only with him. Someone that quietly takes care of him just for the sake of caring, without any greed or second intentions.

❥︎𑁍 Jungwoo

Someone like a flower. Sweet, unique, fresh, that attracts people to them, fill everyone with happiness and with the feeling that at the end things will be alright and that life is indeed beautiful and worth living. Someone supportive, that will stay by his side and will make him their priotity. Someone who shows unconditional trust on him, on his feelings, on his thoughts, that makes him feel confident about himself. Someone with a hint of a genius mind, that can follow his thoughts, and that has thousands of hobbies, because they like to keep their mind running. Someone who won't deny his affection and will give him all the hugs he needs.

❥︎𑁍 Mark

Someone like the sky. Pure, sincere, soft, clear, that shelters everybody under their veil with no prejudice, that makes him want to fly high. Someone easy to deal with, that doesn't like conflicts, but that also knows how to protect themselves and the ones that need to be protected. Someone who gets involved in his daily life, that shows interest in the things he does. Someone empathetic, positive, cute, kind, soft spoken, that sees the bright side of the world. Someone who feels like a best friend, that greet him with a high five followed by a sweet little peck. Someone overall calm and chill, but that also has lots of chaotic moments that makes him burst into giggles.

❥︎𑁍 Haechan

Someone like the stars. Cute, special, lovely, that shines on their own and helps others find their own light, that is there even if you don't see them, that makes his eyes sparkle. Someone as wild as him, as intelligent as him, that thinks quick and acts quicker. Someone sweet and friendly, that makes sure everyone feels included. Someone who recognizes him and takes him seriously, that talks to him about any subject: politics, food, tv shows, science, business, everything. Someone affectionate, that hugs him, kisses him, that says him at the end of the day "You did great!". Someone that gently point him his hits and misses, that is always leading him to improvement. Someone mature yet carefree, funny and bubbly at their core.

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[bloomingjungwon]

Hii can i request enhypen reaction having med student s/o?? I hope you have a nice day✨✨

enhypen with a med student s/o

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry if this is late! as someone studying in the field of medicine right now, i'm beyond excited to write this, so thank you for requesting! also, i have reached 100+ followers at the beginning of this week and i am so so thankful! i will continue to keep writing for you guys to provide you with content. tysm everyone <3

❀ 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

amazed!!!! by the effort you put in your hours of studying and doing homework

knows you are busy just as much as him so always respects your space when you're in the zone

would offer to be your little guinea pig when you're practicing your readings for blood pressure

stares at you with stars in his eyes because wow, you're such a hard working student despite all the stress you must be under

feels as if you're relationship is even more special to him since the both of you are so hard working

❀ 𝐣𝐚𝐲

okay hear me out, he'd probably offer to pay for your tuition lmao

like he would try to convince you that your biggest concerns should be passing your classes and not the debt your school is trying to put you in

he really values your education especially when it comes to med school since he didn't really get great education growing up

he knows it gets extremely tough and he's always prepared to whisk you away from studying to relax

probably would say some cheesy shit like

"you can't be a med student if you can't take care of your own health"

❀ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞

i swear this guy's mind would be blown

he's said before that he takes a liking to science, especially physics

so he's blown away by the fact you have the same amount of love for science as much as him

most likely would "accidentally" injure himself so you can take care of him

acts like a lost puppy and needs his med student s/o to nurse him back to good health

but bro, he probably gave himself like a paper cut or something small like that

❀ 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

tries to catch you off guard

he would ask you so many questions to see if you know your stuff and if your studying has paid off

and being the good student you are, you answer almost everything correct

keyword almost

because one day he asks you a question thats literally on the mcat from years ago that you don't remember the answer to????? and you answer it wrong

remember that scene in i-land when sunghoon won most handsome and he celebrated?? yeah that's him after you finally an't answer a question correctly

❀ 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

another member to stare at you as if you were a genius

so curious about everything you're looking at

asks questions left and right about certain terms

wants to learn about every system, how every machine works, how to PERFORM SURGERY

so so so curious, you tell him he should just be a med student himself

doesn't disagree with the idea, and would love to be a cute med student couple

❀ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

curious (like sunoo) and very cautious around you

curious in terms of wanting to know basic treatment in case you get hurt, and he'll know what to do to help!!!

but also very cautious around you because he knows you're buried deep in work so he doesn't want to bother you

you don't ever notice it, but when you're practicing the motions of certain procedures, like cpr for example, wonie is copying your every move from afar on a stuffed teddy bear

❀ 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢

so grateful to have you because this dancing machine gets injured so often

feels bad every time he sees you while he's injured because he just knows he's added another thing to your list of things to worry about

but as he sits in front of you all guilty, he can't help but admire you and your intelligence

you're tending to his injuries with your knowledge of the anatomical area and he's just amazed and so grateful

[mochiusagifanficchaos]

Gabriel x Reader lemon/smut •Let me heal you•

Warning: adult content

It was one of those nights after a long hunt at the bar again.

Tired you sipped at the cocktail in front of you.

Hunts had been much easier with the Winchester brothers but you had to go your way, didn't want to play the little girl who needs to be protected anymore, so you left.

Sometimes you still wished you haven't but this was your life now, alone on the road.

You were so deep in thoughts that you didn't notice that a man sat beside you and watched you with an amused smile.

"Well if this isn't (y/n).", he said and you jumped in surprise.

The man with the golden brown hair and whiskey-colored eyes grinned at you. He was wearing a white collared shirt and the first buttons of it had been left open.

You knew him from the time with the Winchesters and even so, they didn't quite like him, you had come along with him pretty well.

"Gabriel!", you shout happily, placing the cocktail glass in your hand back on the counter.

"Long time not seen, cupcake.", he said and gave you a peck on the cheek. "So, I heard you finally left the brothers?"

"I wanted to go my own way.", you admitted. "Why are you here?"

"I was bored and wanted to pick some girls up.", Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes as a response.

"You haven't changed at all.", chuckling you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"And you're still as beautiful as always."

You blushed slightly: "Oh shut it! You're too cheesy."

Gabriel just smirked at you, but his smile faded as he noticed a big red cut on your neck which disappeared under your black t-shirt that your hair had been hiding.

"What happened with your neck?", he asked with a worried tone in his voice and pushed some more of your hair back to get a better look at the wound.

"Just some stupid werewolves.", you lied. "But I got rid of them, don't worry."

It had been an Angel who had tortured you with his angel blade. He wanted to know where Gabriel is but you couldn't tell him and even if you had known where he was your mouth would have stayed shut.

After over a week he finally let you go but you had cuts all over your body now, not to speak about the psychical damage he had done.

"You are lying.", Gabriel stated with an angry voice and you felt caught.

"I-I am not.", you tried to sound as convincing as you could but the look in his eyes showed you that he already knew what had happened.

Suddenly you felt dizzy and the next moment you blinked you were in a different room, sitting on a soft sofa.

Gabriel was kneeling in front of you:

"You can't lie to me. I can read your thoughts if I want to."

Awkwardly you looked down at your feed: "...Right. I'm sorry."

"I can't believe my brothers did this. I'm sorry, (y/n).", he said with a guilty voice. "How bad is it? Let me see, I'll heal you."

You hesitated for a moment but then pulled your shirt up and undressed in front of him.

He had healed you often back then and saw you in your underwear multiple times already so it wasn't such a big deal to you anymore but it still embarrassed you.

With red cheeks, you tried to cover yourself up.

Gabriel admired you and your body, he always had, and sometimes he even had found it hard to keep his hands by himself when he healed you but today he just felt pain as he looked at you.

You've gotten skinnier and all those red cuts over your body made him feel guilty. After all, this just happened because of him.

"I'm so sorry...", he apologized again and pulled you into a tight hug, laying his chin on your head.

"It's not your fault, Gabriel. Stop apologizing and heal me already.", you said with a soft chuckle on your lips, trying to overact the embarrassing and sad situation.

With one quick movement, he lifted you and sat you down on a big wooden table next to the sofa.

Carefully he caressed over the wound on your neck with his fingers and followed it to your shoulder, letting it fade away.

You first flinched at his touch and the stinging sensation but quickly got used to it and started to enjoy the feeling of his fingers stroking over your body.

You had to admit that you had missed this.

His hand slide over a cut on your stomach and you watched his face, his eyes shining blue for a short moment whenever he touched a new wound, making it fade away.

Melting into his touch you closed your eyes.

Suddenly his hand wandered over a scar that went from your hips to the inner side of your thigh and you sharply sucked some air in, gasping at the sensation.

Puzzled he looked up at you and locked his eyes with yours.

You blushed furiously and wanted to look away but his whiskey-colored eyes hypnotized you in a way you couldn't explain.

It seemed like he was searching for something in your eyes and your thoughts went crazy about the intense gaze he gave you.

It seemed like he had found what he had searched for because his mouth formed a little grin before he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto yours, kissing you softly.

Surprised about his action it took you a moment to return the kiss.

But the moment you did he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer, deepening it.

A small moan escaped your mouth. Gabriel chuckled: "I wanted to do this for such a long time, cupcake."

A shy smile crept on your lips and Gabriel started to travel his kisses down your neck, his hand wandering behind you, softly pulling at your hair.

Your hands clenched into his shirt as he sucked at your neck, having found your weak spot.

Slowly he grazed more kisses down your shoulder, healing cuts on his way until his lips met the hem of your bra.

Before he could take it off you took his face between your small hands and kissed him harshly, swinging your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. You could feel his hard member and rubbed yourself against him. A low groan came from his throat and the next moment, he pushed you backward.

You expected to fall on the hard desk but instead fell on a soft mattress.

That little jackass had shifted you both again.

His lips crashed onto yours and his hand wandered down your stomach to your panties, rubbing you through the thin fabric while his other hand pinned you down by your wrist above your head.

"I'm not a little jackass.", he growled against your lips before he attacked your neck again and trailed down to your breasts. With one finger snap your underwear was gone.

You hissed as you felt his hot breath over your breast and your eyes fluttered shut as he licked over them, before sucking at your nipple.

His free hand caressed your inner thigh, slowly moving closer to your faults before he slipped between them, massaging your clit.

Moaning you arched your back, overwhelmed by his touch.

Gabriel loved the view of you being a moaning mess underneath him.

He had pictured you in his lonely nights like this so often and finally, you were his. 

Without a warning, he pushed a finger inside of you and scratched your walls.

He added a second finger and your hips bucked against his hand as he found your spot, asking for more, moaning and wriggling under his touch.

His lips left your breast and found your mouth again, kissing you roughly, muffling your moans.

Suddenly he pulled away from you and started to slowly unbutton his shirt, never breaking eye contact with you. Once his shirt was open he teasingly slowly unbuckled his belt and let his trousers slide down his legs, smirking as he watched the growing desire in your eyes.

As soon as his boxers followed his jeans you yanked your hands forward and grabbed him by his open shirt, pulling him back on top of you and kissing him while tangling your fingers in his golden brown locks.

A little off-guard about your sudden action he nearly forgot to kiss back.

His member rubbed your faults and a wave of heat rushed through your body.

You felt him position himself at your entrance before he pushed inside of you, carefully and slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size.

You whimpered, his golden eyes stared into yours, wanting to make sure that everything was okay.

Soon the pain was fading into pleasure and his slow thrusts became faster and harder.

His hands found your waist, and he grasped it tight while pounding inside of you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again, making you cry out and arching your back.

Gabriel leaned down to you, his lips only millimeters away from yours, too occupied to actually kiss you.

You felt the knot inside of you tightening with every thrust and you clenched onto Gabriel's shoulders, digging your nails in his skin. Moaning and whimpering you threw your head back as the knot burst and the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm rushed over you.

He groaned, your walls tightening around him bringing him further to his own climax.

His thrusts got sloppy and his breath shorter until he released himself inside of you with one last hard thrust.

Exhausted he let himself fall on top of you, burying you underneath him.

"Looks like I still picked a girl up tonight.", he said proudly and you could feel the vibrating of his chuckle.

Snickering you pushed him down from you and gave him a quick kiss.   "Took you long enough.", you whispered and cuddled to his chest...

I'm not really used to writing smut, I hope it's not too cringe haha

But anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story!

Let me know if you did and much love from a certain archangel to you ❤

[bunnyywritings]

true love’s kiss

tenya iida x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

requested by @coleluuviida : So may I request a iida tenya x gn! reader? The plot I want is where reader likes reading a lot of books and comics, they will read romance, action, horror, etc. So then one day reader and the dekusquad are eating lunch together, reader was quick eating their lunch so that they can continue reading their book but then iida ask about what their reading and reader go on and on how, and why they like the story with passion iida was listen with joy even the dekusquad are listening in. After that reader let iida borrow their book the rest is up to your imagination!

[a/n: thank you so much for trusting me with your request sweetheart!! i’m sorry it took so long but here it is, i hope you enjoy! I kinda got carried away...it’s been a while since i’ve properly written so i apologize if it’s not very good :/ without further adieu, here’s some adorable iida content cause he’s the best and deserves the world - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

It was never strange to see you with your nose buried in between the pages of a book. Your friends found it endearing.Some people, literally just Bakugou, found it a bit ridiculous. 

Denki and Kirishima made a game out of it. They would bet on the genre you were reading purely based on your reactions alone. If your cheeks ever got flushed and your eyes wide, 10/10 it was probably a cheesy romance manga. If your brows were furrowed and your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, it was a mystery novel. A forlorn look in your eyes ment it was some type of magical book with Knights, Wizards, and Dragons (oh my!)

But somebody in particular, albeit enamored by your love of literature, was also concerned.

Iida was in your group of friends and so he had witnessed first hand your obsession with finishing a book. Sometimes you wouldn't eat during lunch because you were so enthralled and when he did get you to eat something, you raced to finish your food so you could grab your book once more and pick up where you left off. You weren't much of a talker and no one at the table really minded your lack of conversation and let you be.

However, this time around, it was different. Iida noticed the bags under your eyes and knew that you hadn't been sleeping. You had been engaging in class and you were keeping up with your studies but the second you guys were allowed a break or you all were let out for lunch, you picked up your book and resumed reading.

Even as you walked with them to the cafeteria, your eyes hadn't left the page. You had your book in one hand and your other was gripping the end of Shoto's blazer, leading you to where you needed to go.

 "It must be a really good one this time." Kirishima muttered to Denki, both watching in amusement as you were being led around by a nonchalant Shoto.

So as you sat at the lunch table, Iida watched in concern. Even with your favorite food in front of you, you still hadn't put the book down. As much as he hated what he was about to do, he just couldn't do nothing.

"(Y/n), as much as I hate to disrupt your reading...I must know, is a book really more important than sleep? Or more important than eating a healthy meal?"

All conversation came to a screeching halt. No one had ever really disrupted your reading before...so no one knew what to expect when Iida spoke up. The seconds were tense as they ticked by and as you moved your hand, they all held their breath, but instead of bookmarking your page, your finger deftly slipped under the corner of the page and turned to the next one.

 "Huh...they didn't even hear you." Ochako giggled.

Sighing, Iida reached over and placed his hand flat on the pages, successfully obstructing your view of the letter on the pages.  

"(Y/n)..."

Normally, you'd be a slight bit annoyed that someone had interrupted you but it was Iida. Sweet, sweet Iida.

"Oh. Sorry." Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, "I must've not heard you. What's wrong?"

Iida sighs.

“I'm just concerned, is all. What's got you so interested?"

 "You really want to know?" He noticed how your eyes twinkled with excitement.

 "Yes, I really want to know."

And with that, you went off on a whole tangent.

Explaining the story from the very beginning. Giving character description with wild and elaborate hand gestures. Even going as far as adding sound effects to fight scenes. This was nothing new for Shoto or Midoriya. They had often asked about the stories you read and quite enjoyed hearing you re-tell them. Shoto never had anyone tell him bedtime stories but he assumes

this is what they would've been like.

Iida was stunned. Absolutely stunned. He's never seen you speak about something so passionately, other than the time he had asked you why you wanted to be a hero.

So as you went on and explained what you've been reading, he felt himself fall even more. He was intently listening.

You had been reading a rom-com style, action book about two knights going on a quest to slay a dragon to break an evil curse. There were wizards and mystical forest creatures. Once you finished, you had asked if he wanted to read it once you were done.

Now...this wasn't really Iida's cup of tea. Don't get him wrong, he loves sitting and enjoying a book but fantasy books

aren't really his style.

  "So..? Would you want to read it? Ya' know, see for yourself?" The look in your eyes was absolutely adorable, he couldn't possibly say no.

    "S-Sure, I'd love to borrow it."

He wasn't too worried though, you still had a few chapters to go and surely you'd forget about it.

Boy was he wrong.

As he was getting ready for bed, the knock on his door confused him. Upon opening the door, there you stood in your pajamas

with the book tightly clutched in your hands.

    "Sorry I took so long but here you go. Let me know what you think." You had an excited smile playing on your lips.

    "Oh...thank you." He reached out and took the book from your outstretched grasp.

He read through the first chapter before going to bed, slightly intrigued.

It took him about a month to read, maybe a little longer since he definitely took breaks and focused more on school than anything...but eventually, he finished. 

You had been hanging out in the common room when Iida had walked in, book in hand. It took you a while to notice since  you had been buried in another . 

    “Oh, hey Iida!” Ochako grinned. 

You turned and took notice of what was in his possession and your smile grew.

    “You finished! What’d you think?” 

    “Uhm well, it was quite...quite interesting-” He was fumbling with his words, something that’s a bit unusual for him. 

    “Oh...you didn’t like it?” your face fell and his heart dropped a little.

    “No, no! What I mean is that-!”

    “It’s okay, you can be honest. It’s not for everyone.” 

    “I did like it but there’s something that I didn’t quite understand. Why would they risk leaving the magma gem? From my understanding, it would’ve given them the abilities needed to slay the dragon.” The complete and utter confusion on his face was adorable. 

    “Come on, Ingenium!” You chuckled quietly. “If they had gotten the gem, they wouldn’t have been able to save their partner. Remember, sometimes the best strategy is to run and get help instead of fighting a fight that you can’t win.” 

    “But they didn’t even slay the dragon!”

    “They didn’t because that wasn’t needed to break the curse. The only way to break the curse was with true love’s kiss.” 

    “That’s not very logical. How would that break a deadly curse?” 

    “Don’t underestimate the power of love, Iida. It’s quite strong.” 

Upon hearing those words he looked up from the book and into your eyes...had they always been that mesmerizing? His heart hammered in his chest as he parted his lips to speak once more. 

    “W-would you show me?” This was a big leap of faith for him. He had confided in Midoriya a while ago when he realized his feelings for you, and ever the observant one, Midoriya had a feeling that you felt the same way. There had been multiple times where he had caught you gazing longingly at the class rep. 

Now you...you were stunned. Your cheeks had flushed red and your mouth was agape. Taking your silence as a rejection, he swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head. 

    “I apologize, that was quite forward of me. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He placed the book down on the couch and got up. Once he turned away from you, you had realized that the words in your head never left your mouth so you reached out and grabbed his wrist. 

        “Wait…” your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you and turned back around. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I’m just surprised that you feel the same way I do.” 

There was a small silence that followed but your body seemed to move on its own. You held his face in your hands, the feeling of your thumbs gently caressing his cheekbones sent the butterflies into a frenzy. 

    “Can I still kiss you?” Your voice was hesitant, quiet, and it made him smile, gazing into your eyes with such a fondness that it made your stomach do flips. 

    “Yes...please.” 

That was all you needed before leaning in, his eyes and yours fluttered shut as your lips met. Both of you were unsure but he trusted you and you trusted him. The feeling of his lips moving languidly with yours was absolutely euphoric. He tasted like mint and black tea, and his lips were soft. Gaining confidence, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. 

After finally pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours. 

    “Believe it’s strong enough now?” 

    “Hmm…” His chest vibrated as he hummed in feign thoughtfulness. “I may need more convincing.”

[aetheternity]

Hey, Jean-babe

Synopsis: Calling Jean by your nickname for him when everyone’s around surprisingly worked out ok for you. (19 year old Jean).

"Hey, Jean-babe I finally found that book you-"

Unfortunately it had been quiet when you entered the room even more unfortunate was the stares coming at you from all directions. Jean quickly rose from his seat taking you by the arm, dragging you into the hall by your wrist.

"Thanks." he said quietly, looking over his shoulder.

"Sorry.." You apologized "Maybe they won't fixate on it?" Jean scoffed raising an eyebrow.

"Ok fine I messed up.."

"Just.. do a quick scan of the room next time.." Jean grumbled

You placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "I will I promise." He kissed back, entering the room again, sliding into his seat while avoiding all the eyes.

You sat across the table from Sasha and she smiled at you. "Hey, Y/N." She greeted

"Hey." You replied with a slightly nervous smile. Everyone had been weirdly quiet since you and Jean had sat down. The only noises currently surrounding the table being, chewing and the small clatter of bowls and cups being set down.

After a while Eren whispered something to Armin and just as your shoulders began to relax and you started to feel normality settling back in,

Connie snorted. Super loud and obnoxious. "Jean -babe?" He practically cackled.

"Shut it, Connie!" Jean yelled, from across the table.

Your cheeks felt like they were gonna burn off and you hung your head over your bowl of soup. After a couple more seconds Eren joined in almost spitting out his water.

"Come on guys! It's cute that they have nicknames for each other." Sasha tried but when their laughter didn't cease but increased in volume she was quickly reoccupied with her bread.

"It's not funny, Eren." Armin added, throwing you an apologetic look which only made you wanna crawl under the table and die.

"Eren, don't choke." Mikasa warned, patting Eren's back as he coughed.

"Oh yeah, so hilarious." Jean grumbled, "Hey Connie, want me to tell everyone here your mom's nickname for you?"

Connie turned with playful malice, "You wouldn't."

Jean ignored him, "And shut up Eren, you wouldn't be able to function if Mikasa didn't run after you constantly."

"Oh really? You wanna go there?" Eren grunted

"Everyone shut up and eat already. You know you all have to be up before the sun for the mission tomorrow. And you all know what happens when I have to wake you up." Levi interrupted

This time the room fell into small bits of chatter and mummers of sentences until people started to retreat. Plates cleaned of food and yawns aplenty.

You looked up to Jean. Surprisingly he hadn't finished his plate either. His smirk was sweet the same one that always made your stomach clench.

"I missed hearing Jean-Babe." He whispered

He could only be referring to the long stretch of time where you'd be tasked as being Hange's assistant. (Due to Moblit's passing). You two had spent so much time apart that any little amount of affection now felt amazing.

"Even in front of everyone?"

He held up the book that had been sitting in his lap. "I get shit from Connie and Eren constantly. I know how to shut them up."

You couldn't help the giggle that fell off your lips as you leaned forward on the table. Pressing your elbows into the hardwood. "Will you tell me what it's for now?"

His fingers crept forward with a soft rub of your knuckles his smile faded a bit. "I've said it's a surprise about a million times."

Technically the two of you didn't have to whisper but you loved how soft Jean's voice could get. Especially since he spent so much time yelling.

"Hint, Jean-babe.."

He stood up circling the table to place his thumb just below your bottom lip. You peered up at him taking in his calm expression that sent a river of chills over your spine. His thumb was delicate and light as it cascaded across your slightly open lips.

When he leaned closer your breathing stopped. Everything stopped. You felt exposed knowing that Captain Levi and Historia were still seated at the end of the table. When he avoided your lips you almost outwardly groaned.

"Come to my room later tonight." And with that he was turning around and hightailing it upstairs. Not without throwing a shitty grin and a wink back at you.

You probably looked stupid with your mouth open like it was. Face warm. And he possible remnants of Jean's teasing exposed on your face. You know you felt stupid but, you were also slightly holding on to that lingering feeling of his fingertips.

Damnnit.

Your leg clattered against the table as you stood trying to avoid the looks from both Historia and Captain Levi. Jean knew and you knew too that you couldn't be in his room till all the lights went out.

Stupid tease.

~~~~

It took about 2 hours for everything to finally die down in the barracks. The last remaining whispers falling silent and the light little footsteps of Captain Levi halted inside his office probably with a cup of tea.

You slipped out of your room shutting the door quietly behind you. As always feeling thankful that Historia was either too hard a sleeper to notice your exits or just never said anything. Your feet slid over the floor, until you reached Jean's door.

Through the crack where he'd left it open for you, you could see the way the moonlight shone over half of his face. One leg laying flat while the other was bent, knee pointing up at the ceiling. The book you'd brought him earlier resting in his lap as he scanned the words on each page with his thumb.

"You should come in before Captain sees you." Jean smiled without looking at you.

"You know, you've been teasing me all night." You answered, walking into his room and shutting the door quietly. "That stops now."

His chuckle was calming and yet also electrifying as you walked over to him. He slid his legs open and in you went scooting your arms under his frame as he kissed your forehead. Welcoming you into the sweet embrace.

"That's new." You commented pointing to the small vase with small white flowers in it.

"I couldn't help but see you when I saw these. I don't know how long they'll stay alive but they're pretty." He popped it out of its little home on his desk playfully petting your nose with the petals.

You giggled, taking the flower from him. "When did you get it?" You sat up between his legs to fully appreciate the beautiful plant.

"I was out with Eren, Connie-"

"Oh god." You whispered, biting your lip to keep the shitty grin off your face.

Jean just playfully rolled his eyes. "-Armin and Sasha." He finished

"They made fun of you." You groaned, burying your face in his chest.

"They're just mad they're not in love."

"Cheesy." You mumbled, pressing your lips on his.

"Adorable." He shook his head.

"Book!" You laughed, turning your head to look the discarded book, closed with a bookmark against his wall.

"Well." He began pulling you in tight. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and thighs so you were laying on top of him. (Feet not included). Grabbing the book from where it was and leaning you both back till his head was against the headboard.

"You know I normally read you small passages of a book till you fall asleep. But I noticed that you were having more nightmares. So I wanted you to bring me this book because Armin recommended it. It's full of poems and hopefully they'll be sweet enough that you can rest all night."

You could tell by Jean's slightly nervous expression that you'd said nothing for a really long amount of time. You quickly leaned in kissing his jawline and then his cheek, turning his head to you.

"I love you." You sighed, breath tickling his face.

"I love you more."

"Don't start that shit." You giggled, playfully punching his arm.

"Why? Because you always lose?"

"Read the damn book Jean-babe."

"Whatever you want, Love."

[saigonharrington]

Stargazing // g.w

Well, hello, this is my first ever one shot/imagine and I hope it isn't that bad... also english is not my first language so !TW! mistakes ;)

If I write more cause I have some ideas in my mind, I'll create masterlist (?) or something like that lol, maybe someone should explain me how all the things work here.

Anyway, here it is

George Weasley x fem!reader (somehow related to Diggorys)

There is nothing said about years or hogwarts house, so feel free to imagine it if you want.

It's pretty fluffy, but Fred jokes from time to time about inappropriate things.

It has about 1.2k words, so it's quite short.

Summary: Y/N stays at the Burrow during the summer and talks with George about memories.

Spending time with the Weasleys at the Burrow was always entertainment because these people were never bored. Imagine what an amazing time they had during summer. Y/N came here a few days ago and never had the time to catch a breath. Her boyfriend invited her, wanting to spend some more time together. Harry and Hermione also were here, but they spend all day in Ron's room or outside, looking for something and ignoring everyone. Percy also wasn't eager to have an active summer, he was always drinking tea and reading books, or complaining about everything.

But Y/N, George, Fred, Ginny, and occasionally Bill and Charlie had fun every day. Their splendid ideas about things to do during summer were almost immediately were quickly realized. They had played hide-and-seek, severe quidditch matches, they even tried to cook something, which didn't turn that bad as they expected, but they left so much mess that Molly forbids them to do it anymore.

After some research, they decided to do stargazing and spend (or at least try) the whole night outside because of perseids.

Even the golden trio decided to join in after they heard that we're having supper under the stars, and we'll bring many sweets as a dessert.

"Are you ready to spend the whole night with my family next to us?" George asked, making Y/N blush because she didn't realize this earlier. "Well, we're not planning to do anything nasty, then why should I?" She replied smirking. "It's gonna be cute, you and me, lying under the stars, holding hands…" She dreamt. "And Fred by our side." "And Fred by our side… damn. He'll annoy the shit out of us, won't he, pup?" Y/N said, calling George pup as always.

"Yeah, won't I, pup?" Fred came out of nowhere, laughing at that nickname.

"Fred I swear I'm gonna cut your ears because you're always eavesdropping!" Y/N screamed, hitting Fred on the arm.

"George, why did you have to pick a girl with anger issues? I expected more from you" Fred added, disappearing from the living room, as he noticed that Y/N wanted to hit him once more.

Night came by really quickly, and everybody was outside, lying on the blankets, watching the stars and eating goodies.

"Fred, when did you start calling Georgie pup?" Y/N asked curiously.

"Well, one time I said that sarcastically because I heard you saying that, but it quickly clicked, and I couldn't call George by his name again."

"Yeah, and I got used to being a puppy. Cause I'm cute." George added grinning, so Y/N gave him a wet kiss on the cheek.

"Ew, gross." Said Fred "I'm gonna try to make Ron angry now, be right back soon." And he got up to go to lay on another blanket, shouting at Ginny to move, because he wanted to be next to Harry.

"You know what" Y/N started. "I remember when you were jealous of me, and we weren't even together." She started explaining what suddenly came to her mind.

" Can't blame me, Diggory was around you like 24/7, I didn't even have a chance to talk to you properly. How could I say that you're the one I fancy when he was always there, making you smile, and you didn't bother."

"Well maybe because I didn't have someone to talk to. And he was my only friend. And cousin, therefore he was no competition for you. Although I have to admit that you look funny when you're jealous."

"Since we're calling each other out, do you remember when we were at the lake last summer? And you saw a frog, which you are afraid of, and you jumped at me like I was your superhero. That was hilarious. How can one be afraid of frogs? I mean, it's cute, but you were so terrified, I had to laugh."

"Yeah and that's why you dropped me. It wasn't amusing, I feel like I'm still aching even if it was that long ago."

"Get a room! We came here to watch the stars and talk with each other, not listen to you teasing each other." Ron got angry.

"Are you envious Ickle Ronniekins?" George asked. "Because I can simply call you out. You know, that one night in May when…" He started, wanting to remind his brother about one time when he had drunk too much and cried because Hermione was mad at him.

It's obvious that when there was more of them, the wittier were conversations. Talking about random stuff, and gossiping about the ones that weren't present here tonight, made them realize that they were not paying attention to perseids.

"You know." Ginny said and everyone turned around to hear what she's got in mind. "I didn't see a damn thing in the sky. I'm going home, it's quite cold." She got up. "Harry?" She added, which made the boy get up as well and follow her like a lost puppy.

"Maybe someone deserves that nickname more than me." George made everyone chuckle, except for Ron, who definitely wasn't fond of Harry spending time with his little sister.

"Hey Ron, you can't protect her from everything. She's old enough to take care of herself. Besides, you should be glad, that it's your best friend who's with her, not some random rude bloke" Fred gave a speech which made Ron even angrier because he didn't like when people tell him what is right. After a while he also went home, telling us he needs to play chess to relax and Hermione was eager to join him.

"Just the three of us." Fred said, moving onto our blanket again. "So, what are we going to talk about, pups?"

"About your crush on Angelina." Y/N mocked him.

"Suddenly I'm not interested in keeping the conversation with you, guys. Just don't get too loud, I hear like a bat."

Y/N moved her head from the blanket to George's stomach to lay on it.

"You want to hear digesting food or what?" He joked, playing gently with her hands.

"It's more comfortable here. You know, I thought others will last longer tonight. But maybe we were mending to watch the stars alone."

"Yeah, the sky is almost as beautiful as you. I don't know why they left."

"You're so cheesy, maybe that's the reason. Oh, look! Shooting star, make a wish."

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"In the muggle world, when you see a shooting star, you make a wish, so that it can come true."

"Am I supposed to tell you what is my wish?"

"No. Otherwise it won't come true."

"I am pretty sure it will." He said, kissing her passionately.

Y/N wished this moment to last forever, while George's wish was to be with Y/N forever because he can't imagine his future with anyone else.

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Therapy: Seonghwa×Reader (Rated)

Contains NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

Pairing: Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Noticing that you had been under a lot of stress, your boyfriend decides to help you get relief. Inspired by Sophiya's Therapy.

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"Wow."

That was all that left your mouth as you took in the beautiful scenery around you: the glittering beige sand, the crystal clear ocean water, the refreshing breeze that blew all over and the soft sound of seagulls flying in the sky.

"Breathtaking isn't it?"

Your boyfriend Seonghwa asked as you felt him wrap his arms around you from behind. You nodded and let out a deep sigh when he started peppering tiny kisses across your shoulder.

"Thank you." You smiled at you.

"Hey, don't mention it. I think we both needed some time off."

Letting go of you, he went over to where your suitcases were and started rummaging through your belongings looking for something in particular. He beamed when he caught sight of the [enter favorite color] bikini you had packed.

"Here." He tossed it over to you. "Why don't you go put this on and go soak in the hot tub for a bit? I'll join you in a few minutes after I'm done unpacking our things."

You nodded, knowing full well it'd be useless to try to argue with him. So instead, you made your way to the bathroom and proceeded to rid yourself of your clothes, tossing them in the room's laundry basket. Putting on your swimsuit, you exited the bathroom through the other door that led to the luxurious hot tub.

It was absolutely perfect. Not only was the hot tub wide and spacious, it was placed outside in the balcony of your room, meaning you could see and hear the waves crashing against the shore, feel the wind blowing slightly against your body. And since it was already late, right now you could watch as the sun began to set, painting the sky in an array of red, orange, yellow, pink and indigo hues.

Slowly, you stepped inside the tub, the steaming hot temperature of the water stung your aching muscles but not in a painful way. Rather, it seemed to loosen them up, helping the tension that was built up in them after weeks and weeks of endless and tiring shifts at your job. You inadvertently let out a moan at the relaxing sensation.

"This feels like heaven."

Closings your eyes, you simply decided to savor the moment, forgetting about every crappy thing that happened to you. This was a vacation that you were certainly going to enjoy to the fullest.

Seonghwa smiled to himself as he watched you, silently congratulating himself on deciding on this getaway for you two. He had really missed you recently. He missed waking up to your lovely face, missed eating a meal together as you talked about your day, missed feeling your body against his. He bit his lip at that last part. It had been such a long time since you two were intimate, both of your jobs keeping you apart from each other for what seemed to him like an eternity.

But now he didn't have to wait. His eyes were locked on you and trailed down to your body. He felt himself get hard as stared at your cleavage peeking out from the bikini top. He wanted nothing more than to push them out of the constraining material and mark them as he pleased. Such sinful thoughts spun in his head that he was going to put into action.

He began stripping himself of his clothing, not even bothering to put on his swimming trunks. There was no use for them in the moment. Slowly so as to not arouse suspicions in you, he walked to the other side of the hot tub, carefully and swiftly sinking inside as well. You opened your eyes to find him staring intently at you, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him.

"What?" You simply asked him.

"You're just so....beautiful." He let the last word out like a whisper, simply mesmerized by your beauty that never failed to make him speechless.

You blushed at his comment.

"You're always saying things like that."

He simply shrugged. "I'm only speaking the truth love."

You giggled nervously and opted for splashing some water to him, making him laugh as he covered his face from your attack.

"You're so cheesy." You stated, rolling your eyes at him.

"I prefer the term 'hopeless romantic'. Now baby, why don't you come over here and sit on my lap? I want you here with me."

You made your way over to him, with absolutely no clue that he had ulterior motives for having you close to him, unaware of the fact he was completely naked. That is until he wrapped his arms around your waist, setting you down on him, your back against his chest, that you felt something very familiar poke you.

"Seonghwa!" You exclaimed when you realized that you fell into his trap.

"Yes my love?" He replied, trying to mask his voice with an innocent tone.

"Are you- you are- already?" You couldn't believe him.

He could only chuckle at your shocked expression. He expected that reaction from you. But he also knew you wouldn't say no to the idea. And that's why he now began to place open mouth kisses on the side of your neck, his hands drawing circles on the sides of your hips.

"Well, when you're looking sexy as hell, can you blame me?"

You could hear the teasing in his voice, but you were too distracted by his hands that were now rubbing against the top of your thighs, his movements suddenly making you realize it had been too long since he's touched like this, held you like this, kissed you like this. You didn't move when he started biting and sucking on your neck, making sure to leave marks for everyone to see the next day.

His hands began to move more towards your inner thighs, slightly brushing on the string of your bikini bottom. You could feel him subtly press his hard on to your butt, wanting to get just a little bit of friction. It was all too much. Your mind began to get clouded, you felt like you were getting drunk by each second that passed.

"Love.....won't you let me make you feel good?"

His deep, husky voice never failed to send sparks down your body. You nodded as soon as the words left his lips. But apparently that wasn't enough.

"Use. Your. Words." He growled softly against your ear.

"Yes Oppa. Please make me feel good." You responded, knowing fully well that he'd go crazy not only at your use of his favorite word, but also because you said 'please' like the good girl you were.

You felt the effect right away when he spun you around and made you straddle his lap, his lips immediately attaching themselves to yours, kissing you hungrily. When his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, you moaned and parted your lips, granting his tongue the access to explore the inside of your mouth. The feeling was so addicting to you. Your hands tangled themselves in his soft, black locks, and you began grinding your hips against his boner that just seemed to keep on growing.

Seonghwa let out a moan at the feeling of your clothed core pressing against him, almost getting lost in the feeling before he remembered that he wanted to make you feel good. His hands gripped your hips, locking you in place so you couldn't move. The lust in his eyes was unmistakable as he looked at you.

"As much as I love that, right now I just want to take care of you darling."

Picking you up with your legs wrapped around his waist, he stood up and placed you on the edge of the tub. His hands trailed across your abdomen for a few seconds before grabbing at your bikini top. He pushed the fabric to the sides, making your breasts peek out and be on display for him. He began to knead them with his large hands, his fingers pinching at your nipples causing you to throw your head back and release a series of gasps and moans.

Bending down, he attached his lips on your left breast, sucking at your tender skin, tongue swirling around your erect nipple as his other hand continued to massage the other breast. When he had enough of that, he made sure to give your right breast the same attention. You felt intoxicated, loved the way he sucked and bit at your skin, red spots being plastered on it, a sign that you are his and belong to him only.

Seonghwa trailed kisses down your sternum, then down your stomach before coming in between your thighs. His fingers played with the hem of the strings of your bikini bottoms, a smirk flashing on his face as he untied the strings and threw the article of clothing away. He groaned at the sight of your wet pussy on display for him, a sight he missed so much. It was practically inviting him to dive in and devour you like a dessert. And that's exactly what he did.

You inhaled sharply when his tongue swiped across your folds, feeling like you needed to catch your breath at what was to come. Seonghwa was an expert when it came to his tongue and he knew that. The way his tongue circled around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure for your vision to get hazy. Or when he sucked on it like his life depended on it, it was like an amazing ride. The little moans he released only added to your pleasure, you could feel the vibrations of his sounds against your core and it was the best feeling ever. You felt yourself coming closer and closer to your release. Seonghwa knew it too. The way you were struggling to breathe, your chest moving more rapidly, your fingers clutching on his hair tighter, he knew you were going to release any second now.

But Seonghwa didn't just want you to cum. Oh no. He wanted you to burst. And that's why his finger was now prodding at your entrance, easily slipping inside as he rubbed against that particular spot that made you extremely sensitive.

"S-Seonghwa!" Your voice was shaky when you realized what he was planning.

"Hush. Relax baby. You know what I want and you're gonna give it to me."

He added a second finger in you. Picking up the speed, he thrusted them in and out of you violently, making you a moaning mess as you felt it all building up in the pit of your core. You were practically almost there. All Seonghwa now needed to do was circle his thumb around your clit and it was over for you. You shuddered as you released it all, your liquids splashing all over Seonghwa's hand and forearm.

"Holy shit." Seonghwa groaned at the sight of you squirting because of him. It never failed to turn him on. He could literally bust right then and there at the sight of you.

Seonghwa slowed down the pace of his fingers, helping you ride out your high until eventually he pulled them out of you. Once he saw that you recovered from that, he picked you up bridal style and began carrying you back in the room. He made sure to untie your top, throwing it across the room before setting you down on the king sized bed. He hovered on top of you, cupping your cheeks to kiss you slowly and lovingly. It was something that always made you melt. Whenever he kissed you as if saying 'I adore you.' You smiled happily against his lips as you kissed him back.

He pulled back to sit up and position himself in between your legs. He pumped his impressive length a couple times, lubbing himself with his precum. He ran his tip against your slick folds, and bit his lips when he finally pushed himself inside of you.

"Oh-oh my god. You're so tight." He moaned out.

He stood still briefly, trying to regain his composure as well as letting you adjust to his size. Even after fucking you with his long fingers, you still needed time to adjust to his length and girth. Cause Seonghwa was definitely packing. You closed your eyes and felt him press his hand on your lower stomach, feeling his bulge pop out of you.

"Look at you sweetheart. So small yet you take my cock so well."

You groaned at his words, loving it when he made you feel so small, so fragile.

"Oh you like that don't you baby? I felt your walls clench around me. And I can't wait to feel them clench again when you're cumming all over my dick."

He began pumping in and out of you at a regular pace, his hips rolling so that they'll hit that spot that'll leave you breathless by the end of it. The both of you were a mess now, moaning and panting, enjoying the blissful moment that you couldn't enjoy for many months.

"God you feel so good baby girl. And you look so beautiful underneath me like this."

Seonghwa loved praising you every time you were intimate. Even when he was fucking your brains out, he was still the hopeless romantic he was.

"You don't know how I missed this. Missed your beautiful body against me. God! I love you so much."

You felt yourself clench against him and you came all over him again at his words. You loved it when he talked like that to you, it made you feel even better. Seonghwa smirked when he felt you come for the second time. Feeling greedy, he placed your legs on his shoulders as he began to ram in and out of you at a faster pace, the new angle hitting you even deeper than before.

"Seonghwa!" You cried out at the overstimulation. "I- I can't-"

"Yes you can and you will baby. I'm not cumming until you come undone a third time. I know you can cum for me one more time." He cut you off.

You let out almost pornographic moans and whimpers across the room. It was a euphoric feeling. Even though you wanted to push him off, you also didn't want him to stop. It was a ride you didn't want to get off of, you just wanted to continue riding. And sure enough, you could feel your third orgasm approaching.

"O-oppa, I'm c-close... " You struggled to form your sentence.

"Cum for me love, cum all over my cock. I'll cum right after you, I'll fill your pretty pussy up with my cum."

His filthy words sent you to the edge. You quivered harshly underneath him, clenching tightly on him as you released yourself, screaming his name in the process. True to his word, Seonghwa came when you came around him, your walls milking him of every last drop of cum. He slowed down so both of you could ride out your highs, sweat dripping down your bodies, panting breathlessly.

It was still for a moment, only your heavy breaths could be heard. Seonghwa then pulled out of you and collapsed next to you.

"Oh my God." Was all that came out of his mouth.

Reaching over, he pulled you into his arms and embraced you tightly, placing kisses on your forehead.

"I love you." He said with a smile.

You giggled. "I love you too."

He pecked your lips before pulling the blanket over your bodies.

"This might be the best idea I had." He confessed.

You couldn't argue with that statement.

"I know. We really did need this. I missed all of this."

"Well we're going to be here for 2 weeks darling. So get used to it. It's just me and you for the next 14 days." He winked at you, making you chuckle.

This was definitely the best form of therapy.

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