#i am going to watch it immediately after this

[lightseoul]

a/n. once again, i have been inspired by a random instagram reel. i didn't even watch it, really—i just saw the keyword and was immediately spurred into writing this. enjoy <3 (0.9k)

you feel his gaze on you before you even think of meeting it.

“what,” you state more than ask when he doesn’t let up after a minute, not bothering to look up from the book you’re reading.

a scoff resounds from his direction. then: “too lazy to even move your shitty eyes?”

“don’t have to,” you retort as you finally close the paperback, shifting in your bed to regard him. “you’re boring holes into my face with all that staring.”

from where he’s seated at your dining table, bakugou grumbles, although he doesn’t deny the allegations. your face softens when you realize belatedly that he’s being awfully quiet—a jarring juxtaposition to his usual brashness.

something’s up.

but you know better than to pry it from him.

you mentally sigh. the roundabout way it is.

“what, am i extra pretty today?” you joke out of your ass, and that catches him off guard because he chokes on his own spit. that wasn’t part of the plan but you can’t help it—you laugh as he coughs his lungs out, somehow managing to throw in a curse or two in between rasps.

“shitty fucking—” he hacks some more, and when he finally recovers: “i don’t know why i fucking put up with you.”

you shrug, not at all hurt by the otherwise scathing statement. he’s said that to you too many times to count and yet, he’s still here. hanging out with you in your apartment on a friday night, no less.

you don’t point out any of that, though, confident that said knowledge is true enough for the both of you to leave it unspoken. so instead, you continue down the jesting route. “you wouldn’t know how to talk to girls without me, that’s why.”

“fuck off,” he tosses without missing a beat. “i can get the fuck by without your shitty ass guidance.”

that makes you grin, because no, he definitely can’t. how can he when he refuses to do the very first step? as in, choose a girl to talk to?

you know, someone who isn’t you.

his reluctant (best) friend.

and as if he read your mind, he shoots you a pointed look. “and i told you,” he hisses, “you use up all my fuckin’ tolerance. can’t have another girl around because you drive me crazy enough.”

“thanks, kats. i love you, too.”

“whatever,” he answers petulantly as he looks away, although you catch wind of the faint tinge of pink spreading across his cheeks like it always does when you shower him with affection—to his chagrin.

“so…” you start when neither of you says anything for a moment, “am i extra pretty today? or do you wanna share, i don’t know, something.”

“if i spit it out, will you fucking stop badgering me about how you look? you haven’t even showered today, for fuck’s sake.”

a pillow is flung across the room before you can think against it.

“wha—” he gets out instinctively before dodging it with ease. you roll your eyes as he flashes you a victorious smirk. of course. of all the jobs he could have in the world, he had to be a pro-hero and have the signature pro-hero reflexes.

his countenance then morphs as he stares at you expectantly, waiting for an answer, and you have to bite back the fuck you that’s dangling at the tip of your tongue. instead, you give him a curt nod, feigning nonchalance to further coax him into spilling whatever’s in his mind.

“go on,” you press when he doesn’t follow it up immediately after.

“i’m getting to it, alright? jesus.”

a pause.

then, another.

and when you’re finally convinced he’s just playing with you and won’t reveal whatever secret he’s got hidden behind the vault he calls his lips, he says it.

“i’m getting a vasectomy.”

you blink at him.

that was not what you were expecting.

“wh—what?”

you can only watch him in utter bewilderment as he flushes, covering up his fluster with a glare. “you heard me.”

“but, kats,” you begin, not knowing how to say the next bit, “…you’re a virgin. and you’ve never been with anyone romantically.”

the pink from earlier instantly deepens into a scarlet. “so what, hah? you’re the one to talk!”

“no, no,” you manage to respond, slowly shaking your head. you have no idea what’s happening. “that wasn’t meant to be a roast. like, at all. it’s just…why?”

bakugou doesn’t answer right away, instead choosing to press his lips into a thin line.

“you said it yourself, didn’t you?” he says after a while, voice uncharacteristically hushed, as if he doesn’t want you to hear him. you lean in ever so minutely, straining to listen from a few feet away.

“said wait?” you ask, matching the stillness of his tone.

“that birth control fucks you up.”

at that, you barely manage to school your shock into a neutral expression, although it’s definitely your heart that’s suddenly hammering wildly against your chest at his admission. you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. his gaze is dizzyingly penetrating as you struggle to get your words out, until you finally manage a warbled “y-yeah.”

he probably meant that birth control fucks you—women—up, and not you you.

yeah, that’s definitely it.

with this new strand of knowledge, you’re able to muster a genuine smile his way. “that’s very thoughtful of you, kats.”

and just because you like to be sure of things, you throw in the next thing for good measure.

“she’ll be very lucky to have you.”

silence.

“hah?!”

(the keyword was vasectomy lol) (petition for more birth control methods for men)

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[grandline-fics]

Hello! I just found your blog and I am reading everything that you have (while working🤐)

I have to say I am in love with your writing. You are amazing, can't put the phone down.

I would love to be in the tag list for everything that you will write in the future.

Also if you don't mind can I ask for the Promp "Conforting Kisses" where the reader had a nightmare of the getting badly hurt and they give them kisses to forget maybe?

If you can do it for Luffy, Ace and Shanks I will be thankful for ever. If you don't want to write it is okey💕

Hope you have a great day! 💕

Thank you again for writing💕💖

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Comforting Kisses

WARNINGS:  descriptions of injury, mentions of death. slight angst. hurt to comfort

CHARACTERS: Luffy, Shanks

WORDS: 1,340

A/N: Thank you so much for your support and this request! I made a mistake and mis-read it to think you wanted the reader to do the comforting. I also only managed to get something for Luffy and Shanks for this but I hope this is still to your liking and you enjoy how it turned out.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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LUFFY

He was so much stronger than he had been when you first met and joined him on the crew. Luffy had spent two years under Rayleigh’s instruction to ensure he’d never lose anyone else close to him again. So now why was he staring in horror, completely helpless and unable to intervene as you were overwhelmed by multiple heavy hitting opponents he’d defeated in the past. Each one got hit after hit on you, ignoring Luffy’s yells for them to leave you alone. As strong as a fighter as you were normally you were no match against these monsters striking all at once. You didn’t even seem to notice Luffy as he screamed and struggled to get to you. The Captain could only watch as your attackers fell back into shadows while you fell to your knees as a wave of Magellan’s poison and Akainu’s magma came crashing over you.

Luffy awoke with a shuddering gasp, limbs locked tightly and body trembling as the cold sweat broke over his skin. With every rapid breath he took, the images he’d just detached himself from flashed in his mind in the dark. Every desperate gulp of air just brought more of a panic, drawing him back to the darkest, lowest point in his life when he’d realised he was weak and couldn’t save his brother. What would he do if he lost you? Before a new panic could set in, he caught the sound of soft footsteps approaching. Immediately he was out of bed and approaching the door, opening it before you could even knock. “Oh, couldn’t sleep either Lu-”

Before you could finish your question, Luffy had his arms out like a shot and pulled you against him. Laying his head against your chest the sound of your heartbeat finally began to ground him, rooting him in reality and not the horrible nightmare that still clung to him. You’d initially tensed at the hug Luffy drew you into, not because of it being unexpected-it wasn’t given how affectionate he was with everyone-but because of how timid he seemed. This wasn’t a usual Luffy hug, filled with warmth and happiness. As you wrapped your arms around his shoulders you could feel the tremor in his frame and took note of how every so often his arms would try to pull you closer. Angling one hand you settled your finger’s against the back of his head, moving in gentle motions to help him relax from whatever nightmare he’d clearly had. 

Lightly you pressed a kiss against the top of Luffy’s head, a small smile tugging at your lips when Luffy slowly lifted his head to meet your gaze. It was reassuring to see he seemed more himself albeit still a little shaken. “Can you do that again? Felt nice.”

“Sure.” Leaning forward you pressed a longer but just as gentle kiss against his forehead, your smile growing to hear and feel Luffy’s body relax from the comforting action. You pulled back to watch him carefully. “Ready to go back to bed? I can stay with you if it helps.”

Unsurprisingly Luffy’s gaze hardened at the suggestion. He was tired, he wasn’t going to lie but at the same time he hesitated. The last thing he wanted was to have that nightmare all over against your offer of staying helped him greatly. 

Together you moved back into Luffy’s room and lay down in the bed. Taking naps with Luffy was never anything new but since starting a relationship with him this was the first time you were going to spend the night in his bed. As much as you didn't like the circumstances that led to this but you couldn’t deny how right it felt to lie in Luffy’s arms, pressing comforting kisses against his head as he fell asleep to keep his nightmares away. 

SHANKS

Shanks knew this image well. Loguetown’s town square filled to the brim of people, their heads turned towards the towering execution block and awaiting the procession to appear on the top podium. Overhead thick grey clouds quickly swept in and darkened the clear morning, rain falling heavily as the winds began to shriek. Shanks lifted his arm to shield his eyes, his gaze firmly on the Marines who appeared. Your name was shouted out for the audience to hear and immediately Shanks’ body froze when the two Marines stepped aside and you were roughly shoved onto your knees. 

Your body looked so frail and small on top of the execution block. Even from where he stood he could see the bruises and cuts against your body as you knelt, hands held firmly by the heavy iron shackles and chains. Shanks quickly began to push through the crowd, trying to get to you but for every person he moved out of his way more replaced them. No, this couldn’t be happening. While the two Marines drew their weapons in preparation of what was to come, another stepped forward to begin calling out the charges. 

“You have been found guilty for aiding and abetting, harbouring, and consorting with known Pirate Emperor Red Hair Shanks on multiple accounts spanning years. For this clear defection of the World Government’s rule and repeated alliance with dangerous criminals we can only treat you as a pirate and deem only one punishment is suitable; death.” Over the pelting rain and thunder, Shank’s yell for you was swallowed and you defeatedly hung your head. Your eyes slid closed as you waiting the swinging of the blades, arcing straight for you. 

Shanks woke sharply, a deep pit of ice twisting painfully in his stomach as his heart thundered loudly in his ears. It was so incredibly rare for Shanks to feel powerless or weak, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a nightmare and any that came to mind paled in comparison to what he’d just seen. He’d never allow any harm to come to you, in all the years he’d known you and loved you he’d made sure the Marines and any pirate rivals he had knew nothing about you. Glancing down he saw you sleeping peacefully against his chest. Logic told him you were fine, you were safe. He could feel your warmth and feel your soft breath against his skin but still it couldn’t replace the images of your beaten body about to be put to death. 

Knowing it was irrational and stupid, he couldn’t help himself. Lightly he spoke your name and gently shook your shoulder. Immediately you stirred, a hum of sleep thickened confusion breaking from your lips. Shifting so you were on your stomach you blinked through the haze and looked to Shanks in sleepy concern, knowing he’d never wake you unless it was necessary. “Shanks? What’s wrong?”

“Sorry love, really I am.” Shanks explained softly, letting his fingers gently move in soothing patterns against your skin. Seeing you awake and hearing your voice already doing wonders to dispel the hurt his subconsciousness had created. “Had a bad nightmare. Just needed you.”

Immediately your gaze sharpened enough and you nodded in understanding. It wasn’t often but anytime you had a nightmare and Shanks was there he’d wake and be there with you until you’d calmed. Now it was your turn. 

Slowly you pulled yourself up and inched closer. With a feather-light touch you pushed the stray strands of red hair from his face before caressing his jaw. Leaning in you pressed sweet, caring kisses against his face. You started at his eyes, paying close attention to his scars before moving to his temple, then the bridge of his nose, his cheeks before finally settling your lips against Shanks’ pulling him into a deep, tender kiss, clearing the remnants of his nightmare away. Breaking apart you lay your forehead against Shanks’, smiling when he lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing your wrist, a clear sign he was becoming more like his usual self. “When the crew and I leave this time, you want to come with me?”

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[g4rvez-r3id]

Anything For Ellie : Part Two

Spencer Reid x Single Mom!Reader

Synopsis: It’s your daughter, Ellie’s birthday and your ex has broken yet another promise to her. Spencer’s there to comfort you and perhaps, feelings come to light.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: mild angst, but mostly fluff! reader has issues with ellie’s biological father, crying, yelling, kissing- that should cover it.

Author’s Note: here is part two! anyone want a part three?

part one

It was Ellie’s birthday. And Spencer had gotten lucky with not getting called in for a case. (He’d been the first person to show up to help you decorate your apartment). Of course, he’d come to help you the night before, especially the decorations you wanted to put on the ceiling and seeing as he was tall enough to help with decorations, he was the man for the job.

There were a few hours left of the party, Ellie had been laughing and running around with her friends, having fun and playing games. And even Spencer had shown Ellie and her friends a couple of magic tricks, playing the part of the magician of the party and exciting them.

All of the moms that were there seemingly harbored a crush on Spencer, all jealous of the fact that this Spencer was your next door neighbor and even some of the moms had asked if you two were dating (and if they could get his number if he wasn’t). You’d felt a little territorial over him, laughing it off with the moms and brushing off their comments because at least they didn’t have the luxury of living next door to the sexiest man alive.

Even Penelope, Spencer’s friend — that later became your friend — made an appearance at the party. Ellie always loved the bubbly Miss Penelope Garcia and you’d met her when you’d run into him and Penelope at a coffee shop one time. Since then, Penelope had become a best friend of sorts and came to visit at the bakery all of the time since she met you.

It’d been a couple of minutes before you were going to cut the cake and have Ellie blow out her candles. You’d been waiting on her father to show, like he’d promised Ellie. And as you watched Spencer show another magic trick, you paced. You’d sent text message after text message to your ex and he’d yet to respond to you.

Finally, your phone began to buzz and your ex’s contact came through on the screen and you quickly excuse yourself from the party, going out into the hall since your apartment was noisy at the moment.

Spencer had noticed as you walked out into the hall and by the lack of appearance from Ellie’s father, he knew it was most likely him calling you. Quickly, he distracted the kids with his playing cards, telling them to try and practice the trick on each other and went to go and check on you.

When he opened the door, your back was turned to him and you were angry. “What am I supposed to tell Ellie, Mark? You promised her you’d be here!” Your ex said something on the other line and you’d yet to notice Spencer standing there by your door.

“Something always comes up, Mark. And it’s not fair to Ellie, especially on her birthday. If I knew any better, I’d say you didn’t care about her at all.” He cuts in , most likely to tell you you were wrong, but you interrupt him almost immediately. “No, you don’t care! Otherwise, you’d be here. I’ve tried giving you the benefit of the doubt for Ellie’s sake but I’m tired of bullshit excuse after bullshit excuse. And now, I have to tell Ellie how her bullshit father is not showing up to her birthday like he promised. And you know what? I’m going to the courts and requesting full custody because you cannot be bothered to be there for her like an actual father.” Another pause. “I can do that, Mark. You hardly ever see her. It will be a no-brainer. Now, if you’ll excuse me, one of us wants to be there for our daughter and since it’s definitely not you, I’m stepping up to the plate. Screw you, Mark.” And with that, you hang up and groan out of frustration.

It’s then that you see Spencer standing there and you’re flustered at the fact that he may have just witnessed that entire thing. You sigh and hold your phone up, “Ellie’s dad not coming.” You say. “Yeah, I gathered that.” Spencer stated.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks and you scoff at him, “Am I okay? Not really.” You look down and feel the tears brimming in your eyes and you feel arms wrap around you. Spencer was never really one for hugs, so the motion kind of shocked you. You felt small as you find yourself wrapping your own arms around his torso and you just cry. And he lets you.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Spencer assures but you shake your head, “I just wanted him to keep his promise to her, for once.” Spencer rubs your back in comfort, head resting on the top of your head. “I know.” He whispers to you.

“The least he could do is show up and be there for her, you know? And I try and try and try and he’s always just… it makes me feel shitty because he acts like I keep her away from him and I don’t. I encourage their relationship and he’s the one not putting any effort for his own kid!” You exclaim out of frustration and you pull away, looking at him as you wipe your tears. “Maybe he was right, I am a hot mess.”

“I know, but you know what? It’s his loss.” Spencer tells you, putting his hands on your shoulders. “He chose not to be here but that has nothing to do with you or with Ellie. And if he wants to remain in a state of unhappiness, then that’s on him.” You sniffle as Spencer speaks to you so kindly. “You’re amazing, Y/n. You’re kind, you’re smart and funny, Ellie is so lucky to have you as a mother. I see how you are with her. And you do everything in your power to keep her happy. Your hard work does not go unnoticed, Y/n. Don’t think otherwise.”

You sniffle as you nod at him. “Okay.” Spencer puts a hand over your shoulder. “You’re doing just fine without him around.” He assures and you nod again, “How is it that you always know exactly what to say?”

Spencer simply shrugs, but you stare in awe. You’d had no idea that he thought you were amazing. And he told you you were a great mother. And by no means did you look from validation from a man but Spencer… he was different. Hearing this praise from him made you feel confident. And confident enough to do what you were about to do next.

You’d both been standing close so you don’t know exactly who initiated it or what but one second, you were staring at his lips and then next, they were on yours. And by the look on Spencer’s face, which was mostly laced with shock and confusion — you were the one that leaned in.

You quickly back up, “Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry.”

“Wait, Y/n—”

“We can totally forget that just happened.” You quickly look at your watch. “I need to— It’s time for Ellie to blow out her candles.”

You attempt to head back in your apartment when you feel Spencer grab you by your hand and twirl you around as your lips meet his again and this time, you melt into his touch. His hands are holding your face as he kisses you, so passionately you nearly want to lift your leg up like they do in the movies.

You pull away when it becomes a chore to breathe and you look at Spencer as he asks, “Can I take you out on a date sometime soon?” He asks and you smile with wide eyes and a small nod, “Okay.”

“We should probably go back in, Ellie’s probably waiting for cake.” Spencer reminds you and you nod, “Oh, right!”

You walk back into your apartment, Spencer behind you as you walk over to the cake and light the candles. Ellie is sat at the table with her friends and you place the cake in front of her with a large smile as you encourage everyone to begin to sing ‘happy birthday��.

“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Ellie, happy birthday to you!” Ellie closes her eyes and makes a wish before she blows out her candles and you look up at Spencer with a large smile on your face.

“Alrighty, Ellie, cake or presents first?” You ask and Ellie cheers, “Presents! Presents!”

There was a whole table filled with presents just for your daughter. Penelope had begged for Ellie to open hers first and she’d received kinetic sand, a doodle pad and three squish-mallows. She was spoiled rotten, the girl. She’d received toys, more stuffed animals for her collection, pretty much everything she wanted. Spencer had been bringing the presents to her, putting them in front of her and watching them being demolished by Ellie. It was only a matter of time before one more present was left on the table.

“Oh, it looks like this one is from Spencer!” You exclaim, looking at the man with a guilty smile on his face and Ellie cheered as she began to unwrap her present and nearly shrieks when she sees what he got her.

“What is it, love?” You ask and Ellie smiles as she shows her friends. “Spencer got me a magic kit!” Spencer had indeed gotten her a magic kit. She’d had her very own cape, gloves, hat and trinkets. “Oh, and here!” Spencer reaches over, giving her his card deck. “But this is your card deck!”

“I know, but every great magician needs a good deck. And you have the greatest there is.” Spencer smiles and Ellie laughs, “Now, I can be just like you!” You look up at the man with a large smile and then back at Ellie, “What do you say, Ellie?”

“Thank you, Mr. Spencer!” Ellie says and Spencer nods, “Oh, of course, Ellie! Anything for you.” You look over at Spencer and he gives you a sly wink and you smirk his way and Ellie looks at you, “Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Can I have some cake now?”

“Of course, princess.” You tell her and Spencer decides to help you with that as well.

Later, you’ll have to tell Ellie that her dad wasn’t able to make it but as far as you know, the whole thing with your ex is behind you. You occasionally steal glances from Spencer — who you’re going on a date with soon, you keep reminding yourself because it’s so weird to think — and smile to yourself in a way that makes you think how funny life is.

Spencer feels the same way, you think in your head. It’s so crazy to you that he does. And he kissed you. And he asked you on a date! Suddenly, the signs are clear like no other. He’s always liked you. He’s had to have. You look at him one more time and when you look up, he seems to already be staring at you and that just confirms it for you.

You are going on a date with Spencer Reid.

This should be interesting.

[secret-moonstruck]

STUCK ON ME | Y.JW

— Pairing: Jungwon x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: Y/N found an abandoned kitten in the rain but she didn't expect things to end this way.

— Genre: smut

— Warnings: unprotected sex, cum inside, making out, begging, hickeys, blood, overstimulation.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

The rain fell heavily as the shadow watched Y/N typing on her laptop. 

When he noticed that she started to pack her things to leave, he smiled, his fangs showing. 

- This is going to be an interesting meal. - He said before transforming.

Y/N was focused on finishing writing a chapter that she didn't notice the heavy rain or how dark it was, as soon as she noticed this, she started to packing her things to leave.

Running home she heard a meow and stopped to see where it was coming from, she then saw a kitten hiding from the rain in a corner, without thinking she picked it up and hugging it to protect it from the rain took it to her apartment.

Y/N dried the kitten and fed him, when she made sure he was comfortable, she went to take a shower and warm up as she was still soaked from the rain.

While sleeping that night Y/N woke up nervous feeling like she was being watched, but she ignored it and went back to sleep.

The next day Y/N returned early from the cafe after finishing a chapter of her book. She looked for the kitten but couldn't find it, until she heard a noise coming from her room. When she opened the door she screamed in panic and tried to run away after seeing an unknown man lying comfortably on her bed. But barely taking two steps out of the room she was grabbed and thrown against the wall.

- A panicked prey always makes the meal even better. - He said, inhaling her scent, feeling her fear.

- Who are you? - Y/N asked shakily.

- Who i am? I'm Jungwon and you're Y/N, my sweet prey.

In the midst of her panic, she remembered the kitten and asked if he had done anything to him.

- So sweet, worried about me? - A falsely sweet smile appeared on his face. - Don't you understand yet? There is no kitten, it was me all along. So easy to fool, a little transformation and you're down immediately.

As soon as he finished speaking, he bit her. The pain at first was horrible, but soon she felt something strange, a shiver ran through her entire body, she was feeling pleasure.

When Y/N moaned Jungwon stopped immediately, he didn't expect that, she must have been screaming to death in pain. Only then did he realize how there was something different in his blood.

- What are you? - He asked confused. - Whatever, it doesn't matter

Before she could think about running away he bit her again. Her blood wasn't just sweet, it wasn't just something that satisfied his hunger, there was something more powerful, something that was messing with his head and his body. He wanted more, but not only that, it made him want her. Her body, her soul, everything, she should be his.

Fear still hovered over Y/N, but at the same time she wanted it, the feeling was too good, she wanted him to devour her in every possible way.

- Damn, I can't believe I'm going to do this. - Jungwon decided to keep her alive at least for now.

- Do what? - Y/N asked scared. But instead of giving an answer he kissed her.

This shocked her more than if he had killed her. The kiss was fierce, his body pressing hers against the wall, while he firmly held her waist, the other hand grabbed her right leg, his claws squeezing it tightly, making it bleed. 

- Please, devour me. - Y/N begged between moans. He more than immediately obeyed her. 

Both clothes being quickly removed from their bodies, he ached to possess her.

He picked her up on his lap, his cock desperate to be inside her, and soon it was. 

She could die there and she would be happy, the way he fucked her as if he had been waiting for this for centuries.

Y/N was grateful that he was holding her because she was sure she couldn't stand, her legs were weak, her whole body was losing strength as she felt him going so fiercely deep inside her. 

Nothing felt like enough, Jungwon wanted more from her, more and more, as his head spun with the sensation of being inside her, he varied between kissing her roughly or drinking some more of her blood. 

With her blood dripping down his lips as he sucked her, he knew he couldn't take it anymore, the way she clenched around him as she felt the pleasure as he drank her blood.

Y/N's moans could be heard in the distance as she reached her orgasm, tears streaming down her face as he finally came inside pushing more and more into her. Y/N head falling onto his shoulder in exhaustion when it was finally over.

Even overwhelmed she thought about how she would probably be killed next, an ironic smile on her lips as she thought that at least it would be a good death. Soon after, she fainted.

When she woke up Y/N was confused, she thought she would be dead by now. She tried to get up, but felt her hand trapped. Of course she was alive, but it was too much to ask for him to leave and let her live as if nothing had happened.

- Finally woke up. - Jungwon's voice came from the other side of the room.

- Why am I arrested? - Y/N didn't mind asking rudely, death no longer scared her.

- Because my sweet Y/N, I don't want to have to chase you if you try to run away. - I don't have the patience for that kind of thing.

- But why haven't you killed me yet? Are you going to keep me trapped here so I always have a snack at your disposal?

- I wish that was it. - His expression was a mixture of anger and disappointment. - Unfortunately, I can't kill you. 

Jungwon sat on the bed next to her touching her face with a smile full of sarcasm. He looked increasingly angry.

- There is a story, which I never believed, about how vampires are supposedly always destined to find someone, the person they would give their life for in exchange to protect. A person to whom they would give their entire being, whom they are destined to serve. Baseless idiocy. - He said, squeezing her face while analyzing her.

- I always thought they were just stories, but guess what? Apparently this is real. - He released her face angrily, moving away.

- Why did I have to drink your blood? Why didn't I choose another victim? Just you with your stupid blood that bewitched me. - If I didn't want to have you so much for myself I would kill you now, not because it's normal for me, but because I hate you so much for doing this to me. - He was clearly in agony.

- Is that what they call karma? - Y/N said laughing loudly. - You tried to terrorize me and kill me. And now you're saying you stuck with me?

He looked at her in disbelief. Y/N was nothing like he imagined, she wasn't afraid of him, the look of superiority and control she had over him made him feel small. It should be the opposite, he is the monster here, he is the one who should have control over her, not the other way around.

- Let me go. - Y/N ordered. Even though he was angry, Jungwon couldn't help but follow Y/N's orders, her voice had some kind of power over him, it was like a spell, and now he was the one who couldn't escape.

— Note2: Sorry if it's not good, I'll try to improve it.

[sayangrafayel]

How would they react waking up to you dancing and singing in the kitchen in your pajamas while making breakfast?

This was a request by anon! I am so happy when I receive requests (you just need to be patient because I am slow af), but here we go!

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Xavier, Caleb.

Sylus

Come on. We all know he's the "leaning on the doorframe admiring you from behind" type, 100%.

His heart feels full. The fact that you are in his kitchen. In your pajamas. Singing and dancing. Making breakfast. FOR HIM. AGAIN, IN HIS KITCHEN, makes him all giddy.

"Good morning, Sweetie." "Sylus! You scared me!"

Hums along with you, you love his voice. It doesn't matter if he doesn't hit the right notes. You'd prefer his out of tune singing voice over anything else.

Xavier

Sleepily waddled into the kitchen. He hates waking up without you by his side, but he's happy hearing your singing voice and seeing your little dance.

Leans on the kitchen counter "What are you making? Can I help? I want to help." "No.."

You distract him by asking him to dance along with you.

Anything to steer him away from the oven and the stove. You didn't feel like eating a burnt pancake for breakfast... again... for the fourth time... this week.

Rafayel

Jolted up as soon as he didn't feel you when he reached for your side of the bed. But immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he hears music from the kitchen.

He wants to pretend to sulk but you're just too cute with your bed head and pajamas, so he opts to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Cutie.. you know I hate it when you get out of bed without waking me up."

Sleepily humming to the song playing, "I love this song."

Zayne

I'm so sorry but he's gonna wake up before you. It's just in his blood. No matter what he'll automatically wake up as soon as the sun hits the room.

Making breakfast together with him in your pajamas, singing and dancing together is still fun! You both cherish this routine, given your busy daily schedules.

No work talk. No nagging. Just a very domestic dynamic, two lovers spending quality time.

"I really love this raspberry jam we made!" "Me too. Maybe we can try making a blueberry one this weekend."

Caleb

OKAY IMAGINE COOKING BREAKFAST AT HIS PLACE. Honestly I think I love his place most.. ok anyways,

You think you woke up before him? No you didn't. He woke up first and stayed in bed to watch you. When you stir awake, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

You got out of bed and start preparing breakfast with your favorite song as your company. Not long after, he joins you in the kitchen and took over.

"How about I continue making the breakfast?" "But I want to make you a breakfast! It's been so long since I cooked for you, Caleb!" "Since when have you ever cooked for me? Plus I'm happy to do this. You can pay me with unlimited affection and your song and dance."

[seneon]

all these grunge toya tropes coming in but the author is literally a goth so how about a grunge toya x goth reader ?? they'd make such a power couple omg...

★ DRUNK && DEADLY ( GRUNGE¡DABI )

"are you drunk, or just on the verge of death?" grunge boy of the school asked at keigo's party as he watched your fingers tapped against the small glass cup repeatedly.

"i am death. and maybe a little drunk," you responded almost immediately as he pours whiskey into your cup, causing you to sit up straight and raised a brow at him. "are you encouraging me?"

dabi snorts and downed his own fair share of whiskey. "yes. i wanna see the darkest angel of death losing all senses of reality."

"weirdo," you commented and sipped the whiskey, the strong flavours running down and burning your throat before you let out a gasp and coughed a bit.

"strong, isn't it? it's jack daniel's," dabi asked and poured himself more, drinking it like it was merely water to him.

of course the grunge kid would be expected to drink so very often. all they do is destroy themselves on the inside and possibly out as well. that's your view on grunge kids anyways.

it's the same for him. he sees you as an odd creature rather than human— someone who drinks blood and eat souls. he refers to you as a freakish reaper of his death, and it always sounded like music to your ears.

"i'm assuming you're not going to drag me out to a cemetery after this party and, i don't know... crawl into my skin?" dabi asked, his gaze locked onto your black-stained lips as it presses against the glass cup to sip on the whiskey.

"i will, now that you suggested it."

"that's hot— crawling into my skin n' all."

and you wondered just why your words couldn't get dabi to stay away from you. if anything, he finds you extremely fascinating and unique, that fact drawing him close to you everytime. despite you slurring in your words while you're almost on the road to drunkenness, you're still pretty deadly to him.

but that's okay. dabi likes to meddle with death anyways.

note. to all goths, i heart you all. especially @solvisun 🖤 totally not a self insert inspired piece hehehaha

© SENEON 2025 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[gumims]

cops and robbers | choso x reader

for the @phantasmaebg event!!!

wc: 792

the city buzzed with energy as you slinked through the shadows, the sharp scent of rain clinging to the air. the museum was quieter than usual, almost eerie, the soft hum of the security system the only sound accompanying you. the painting you were after glinted just ahead, a priceless masterpiece practically begging to be stolen.

you’d done this countless times before. in and out, no complications.

but tonight was different.

tonight, he was here.

“y’know,” a low, smooth voice drawled behind you, sending a shiver down your spine. “for someone who prides themselves on being invisible, you’re pretty predictable.”

you turned, your heart skipping as choso kamo stepped out of the shadows, his dark eyes locked onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight.

“predictable?” you shot back, masking the flicker of nerves with a smirk. “i prefer the term ‘consistent.’”

his lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. instead, he stepped closer, his long coat brushing against his legs, his boots echoing softly in the empty gallery. you took an instinctive step back, your fingers itching to reach for the smoke bomb in your pocket.

“you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he murmured, his voice dipping into something darker.

“what can i say? i have a knack for making your job harder,” you teased, even as your pulse quickened.

“yeah, i’ve noticed.”

his gaze was unrelenting, a mix of frustration and something else—something that made your stomach twist in a way you weren’t entirely prepared for.

“you here to catch me or flirt with me?” you asked, tilting your head with a grin you hoped looked confident.

his eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw tightening. “who says i can’t do both?”

your breath caught, but you refused to let it show. instead, you shrugged, leaning casually against the nearest pillar. “you’ve been chasing me for months, kamo. don’t you ever get tired?”

“never.” his answer was immediate, firm. “you make it interesting, plus if i wanted you arrested, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

you hated the way his words sent a spark of heat through you. this was supposed to be a game—cat and mouse, thief and officer. but the way he looked at you, the way his voice dropped just enough to make your pulse race, it felt like something else entirely.

“well,” you said, pushing off the pillar and circling him slowly, your eyes scanning for an opening. “if you enjoy the chase so much, maybe i’ll let you catch me one day.”

he didn’t move, his gaze tracking your every step like a predator watching its prey. “maybe tonight’s the night.”

“you think so?” you asked, stopping just out of reach, your smirk widening. “hate to break it to you, but i’m not that easy.”

“neither am i,” he shot back, his voice low and dangerous.

the air between you was electric, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with the job and everything to do with the way his eyes lingered on yours. for a moment, you wondered what would happen if you closed the distance, if you stepped just a little closer.

but then you remembered who you were—and who he was.

“well,” you said, taking a step back, “as fun as this has been, i’ve got places to be.”

you moved to dart past him, but he was faster than you expected. his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back before you could make it two steps.

“not so fast,” he murmured, his voice a quiet rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

you twisted in his grip, your free hand pressing flat against his chest to push him back. but instead of letting go, his hold tightened, his body impossibly close to yours now.

“gotcha,” he said softly, his breath warm against your ear.

your heart pounded, and you hated how much you noticed the heat of his skin, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his scent—clean and faintly woodsy—seemed to wrap around you.

“you really think this is over?” you asked, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

his lips curved into a faint smirk, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of amusement in his usually serious expression. “you tell me.”

you leaned in, so close your lips nearly brushed his ear. “not even close.”

with a sharp twist, you broke free of his grip, your smoke bomb already in your hand. you tossed it at the ground, the room filling with a thick cloud of smoke as you made your escape.

“see you around, officer,” you called over your shoulder as you slipped into the night, your heart racing for reasons you didn’t want to think about.

you knew this wasn’t the end. not with him. and as much as you hated to admit it, part of you didn’t want it to be.

[razzle-zazzle]

Wait no actually addition to this. Under the cut because I went on for longer than I maybe needed to:

Because in season one episode nine, "The Royal Blacksmiths", because of Cole lying in his letters, Lou thinks that his son is still a Marty Oppenheimer's student. Or, in the case of this theory, believes that the other three are part of quartet Cole picked up outside of Marty Oppenheimer's (but still going along with the lie to humor Cole, which makes Jay's slip kind of lowkey hilarious).

But. Oh my god. Okay so in the leadup to the talent show the boys are going through their routine and get into an argument after Jay and Kai smack into each other. And we get this exchange:

Jay: You're supposed to follow me! Kai: Follow you? You're off the beat by two! Zane: 2.72 off the beat. Cole: Guys, guys! Let's not make this any harder than it needs to be. We just stick to the plan and keep up the charade until the trophy's revealed. Once we steal the Blade Cup, we can argue all we want when we get back home. Jay: But this is your hometown*, Cole! Don't you wanna try and win it? Cole: Ugh. The only dance step I wanna perform is called, "Get Me Out of this Nuthouse and Let's Burn these Memories from my Head."

At which point Lou enters the scene, having overheard the conversation from "once we steal the Blade Cup" at the very latest (could have overheard more, but couldn't have overheard less), which gives us one of the more iconic exchanges in the series:

Lou: What? Cole: Dad! I... Lou: You... you were going to steal it? Cole: Dad, I didn't mean for you to hear that. But I'm glad you did. There's something I've been wanting to tell you. All these years, I haven't been training to be a singer or a dancer. I found something new that I'm really good at! Dad— -Cole spinjitzus to change from his quartet outfit to his ninja clothes- Cole: I'm a ninja. -Lou gasps- Cole, grabbing the Scythe from the case: And the truth is, if we don't steal that Fang Blade— I mean, Blade Cup, there's other people that will. Bad people. Serpentine. And we need it to save the world. Cole: I know how ridiculous this sounds, but I'm proud of who I am. And I want you to be proud of me too. Lou: I can't be proud of any son who thinks stealing is right. And I'm not going to wait around to watch you make a mockery of our family's legacy! Cole: Dad, I—

We all know this scene. The "coming out" scene often used in Cole queercoding compilations. A scene where, in response to Lou hearing something that contradicts the lie Cole's been upholding, Cole immediately uses it as an opportunity to be honest, despite all of his previous adamance against doing that.

And I've pointed it out before, but Lou doesn't say anything about Cole being a ninja in this scene. He's focused on, and mad about, the plan to steal the Blade Cup. There is the "make a mockery of our family's legacy!" line, which at the time of this episode's airing was likely about Cole being a ninja rather than a dancer. But at the time of this episode's airing, Lilly did not exist yet. And her existence and what little we know about her recontextualizes a lot concerning Cole, especially in these early seasons. And given that they reanimated Cole's first meeting with Wu (originally seen in the pilots) in Sons of Garmadon to include reference to Lilly's death, I'd say the recontextualization is important. Suddenly, Lou's line about their family's legacy becomes not a jab at Cole not being a dancer, but instead more fitting as further anger at Cole wanting to steal the Blade Cup. Because Lilly was a ninja. She danced, as seen in Cole's flashback in the "Balance" short from the Elements of Spinjitzu miniseries, but the main show itself (especially Master of the Mountain) goes out of its way to emphasize Lilly as a hero, as a ninja. So being a ninja is part of their family legacy, even if it wasn't at the time of this episode's airing. Thus, given Lou's dialogue in this scene, I can confidently say that he wasn't mad about Cole being a ninja, but about Cole being a thief.

And why does this matter to this weird crack theory about Lou knowing Cole wasn't at Marty Oppenheimer's, you ask? Because, in the context of this theory, Lou only knows that Cole isn't attending Marty Oppenheimer's. That's all he knows. Cole lies in his letters and says he still is, so Lou doesn't know what Cole's doing. He clearly trusts that Cole a) can handle himself and b) will drop the lie to ask for help if he gets in trouble, or else Lou wouldn't be humoring the lie in all his responses. Additionally, Lou probably genuinely believed that Cole had formed a quartet with Jay, Zane, and Kai, even if he knew that Cole wasn't attending Marty Oppenheimer's. He wasn't expecting the "steal the Blade Cup" at all, because he thinks of his son so highly**. But he doesn't have an outward reaction to Cole being a ninja***, or really to the fact that Cole was lying to him at all. All that matters in that moment is that Cole wants to steal the Blade Cup instead of trying to earn it fair and square.

And I just. Lou doesn't say anything about Cole lying to him. This is possibly the most insignificant evidence for my stupid little crack theory that does not matter but also the more I think about this theory and what it means for Lou and Cole's relationship the more I start to explode. ESPECIALLY. LATER IN THE EPISODE. AFTER COLE DOING THE TRIPLE TIGER SASHAY WINS THEM THE CUP (plus Cole going back on the plan to steal it and instead deciding they should use their spinjitzu (tornado of creation specifically) after Lou's disappointment is so.... Cole the character that you are). AND LOU COMES UP AND REVEALS HE SAW THE WHOLE THING.

Zane: I've never felt more alive! Jay: Haha! We did it! Kai: No, Cole did it! Because of you, Ninjago will sleep safely tonight. Cole: Thanks. But... go on and celebrate without me. Winning this just doesn't feel the same without my dad being able to— Lou, entering the scene: Cole! Cole: Dad? Lou: I saw it all, son. I saw it all. -Cole and Lou hug- Cole: You saw me dance? Lou: More importantly, I saw you fight. Those Serpentine were up to no good, trying to steal the show, and I saw you stand up for what is right! Lou: I was wrong. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard to follow in my footsteps.

"I saw you stand up for what is right!" Sound familiar? Maybe like... LILLY'S LINE IN THE FLASHBACK IN MASTER OF THE MOUNTAIN'S TENTH EPISODE, "Promise me you'll always stand up to those who are cruel and unjust."????? HOW COLE ENDS UP FOLLOWING LILLY'S LEGACY AS A NINJA AND HOW WHEN LOU IS AFFIRMING THAT HE SUPPORTS IT HE ECHOES LILLY'S STATEMENT. I'M GOING INSANE

tl;dr yeah i just really really wanted to talk about "The Royal Blacksmiths" again and also point out small and meaningless evidence that supports the crack theory I just made up. here are the asterisk notes:

*Fun Fact: Marty Oppenheimer's is in Ninjago City! Cole literally states this in the episode. Another Fun Fact! Based on the exterior shot that we see before the scene of the boys warming up for the talent show, either there's a city to rival Ninjago City or Ninjago City is Cole's hometown. Which... If Marty Oppenheimer's is in Ninjago City, and that's also where Lou lives.... did he seriously never try to visit Cole????? Like once??? Further evidence that he knew Cole wasn't actually attending the school ig

**If you think Lou doesn't like Cole then you are not watching LEGO Ninjago. There is literally no onscreen interaction they have that even implies Lou hates or dislikes Cole. Yes there is the doorbell scene in "The Royal Blacksmiths" which could maybe give off that impression but like. Your honor Lou loves his son and will never not be proud of him. He wouldn't have been so disappointed over Cole's plan to steal the Blade Cup if he didn't care about Cole. PLUS HE DID END UP STICKING AROUND TO SEE COLE ONSTAGE SO EVEN DISAPPOINTED LOU STILL CARES ABOUT HIS SON.

***Maybe if it weren't for the theft thing Lou would have been angry about the ninja thing. But like. Genuinely. Given everything we know about Lilly. You cannot convince me that Lou would have been that upset at Cole for choosing to be a ninja instead of a dancer. You cannot.

In giggling at this he was there for TWO DAYS?? ONLY TWO? Not even a full week and he was already running away im weak

[renn-aissance]

I’ve convinced my mom to play BG3 because I think she’d like it, but in exchange I have to watch one of her shows. So if I watch an hour’s worth with her, she plays an hour of BG3 etc. She’s making me watch New Girl.

We haven’t gotten that far, she’s working out the mechanics, but her TAV is a High Elf Ranger with a Sage background. I think she chose Wood Elf?

Main Takeaways thus far:

She thinks Lae’zel is intense and aggressive, but she’s kinda funny.

Told Lae’zel to say please to save her and thought it was hilarious.

Calls Shadowheart ‘Shart’ because she’s heard me call her that. I now refer to her as ‘Sharty Bae.’

Thinks Astarion is entertaining and clicks to talk to him first after major interactions.

Thinks Wyll is a good guy, but her tone of voice that she said it in is similar to how she feels about Thor. So I’m thinking she might romance Wyll.

IMMEDIATELY SUSPICIOUS OF GALE. She said “he’s too happy.” She does NOT trust Gale lol. She didn’t like how he got mad when she probed his mind. She said “Well he’s keeping secrets from me! He should understand that I don’t trust him,” and I said “well to be fair you should have told him that. I don’t think you read all of the dialogue options.”

I have learned she is incredibly impulsive lol. She picks the dialogue options that were similar to what she was already thinking without reading the other ones. She failed a persuasion check and Zevlor punched Aradin because she also didn’t check whether or not she had any advantages or disadvantages.

“I forget to check!”

We have not met Karlach yet and are still searching the Grove. She’s already done things I hadn’t seen before lol. I legit thought we’d play it the same, but she also refuses to learn how to use the map and is relying on me to show her where to go.

Me: “Okay, press M to look at your map to see where to go.”

Mom: “… why.”

Me: “Mom, you have to learn how to use the map.”

Mom: “I don’t even know where I am.”

Me: “So use the map.”

Mom: “But I don’t know where to go.”

Me: “So use the map.”

Mom: “Am I even going in the right direction?”

Me: “AMÁ, USE YOUR MAP!”

So far she doesn’t re-roll and just takes the fails. I told her “oh, you can reroll with inspiration you’ve gained if you want” and she just goes “NAAAAAAH.”

From the times I’ve told her about the game, I’ve never told her about Halsin, much about Karlach, Minsc, or Jaheira, so I’m curious what she’ll think about them. But it’s probably gonna take a WHILE!

Maybe I’ll make a post after each time we play.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Comfort Headcanons for Frank, Matt, and Mikey

A/n: so I am ridiculously overwhelmed by personal and political stuff right now. And I told myself I was going to write every day this week if possible, but my brain was being difficult today. So instead of working on a longer fic I wrote some self-indulgent headcanons about Frank, Matt, and Mikey caring for an overwhelmed partner. I hope you all enjoy. Please feel free to send me other headcanon requests!

How would they’d react to you being overwhelmed

Frank

Frank would pick up on this IMMEDIATELY

the second your self care habits change, he’s onto you. You stay up later than normal two nights in a row, or run out the door with a granola bar instead of eating a real breakfast, and he is concerned™️

He’s willing to entertain it for three days max. He knows life gets tough sometimes, and he doesn’t want to encroach on your process—but we all know that once this man is worried, he’s minutes away from taking control. He has issues but we love him for it.

On the 4th day, when you’re waking up exhausted after far too little sleep and rejecting his offer to take you out for breakfast, he puts his foot down.

“Gonna order in for dinner tonight, ok? We can watch that movie you wanted to see and turn in early.”

You hastily agree, bolting out the door before you end up late to your job.

When you finally arrive home, he’s all over you in an instant. Murmuring his hellos while helping you out of your coat and shoes, ushering you over the couch.

He’s insisting that you sit in his lap while the two of you pick out dinner, offering suggestions for restaurants instead of leaving the choice open-ended. Given how tired and generally stressed you seem, he wants to take as much weight off your shoulders as possible.

Once dinner has been ordered, he tucks you close to his chest, practically burying you in a jumble of muscular limbs, humming appreciatively when you nuzzle further into his space. His hand is cupped around your nape, thumb gently brushing over your spine as you hunch toward him.

“Ready to talk about what’s botherin’ ya, doll?” The question leaves room to decline, but his stern tone suggests you choose to answer.

He listens carefully as you tell him what’s on your mind, brushing silent kisses against your forehead whenever your breath wavers around a stifled sob. His hands never move from your skin, cradling you to him like he’s trying to absorb your pain.

He wouldn’t let you lift a finger the rest of the night. Retrieving the take out, dishing it up for you, drawing you a bath, tucking you into bed

When you’re beginning to drift off atop his giant shoulder, he’d rest his forehead against yours.

“I know it’s tough right now. But we’ll get through. I promise.”

“Please don’t leave, Frank.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, babydoll.”

Matt

Matt isn’t as observant of your habits and routines, but he can sure as hell pick up changes in body language.

Gritting teeth, blinking back tears, frustrated sighs—he notices all of it. He might not act on it immediately, brushing it off when you explain that you just had a bad day, but when your fatigue and growing apathy persist…

I think you hiding something from him would spook him for sure, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be determined to get answers out of you. He’d set his personal anxieties aside and prepare for a serious talk.

He’d leave the office somewhat early, asking you to meet him at his apartment. He’d offer you a beer, or whatever you were in the mood for (if his lacking fridge and pantry allowed for it), and he’d ask you the big question.

“You aren’t yourself lately. What’s going on?”

He’s not happy when you start crying, but he’s definitely relieved when you collapse into his arms and explain your recent mood. Even more so when you confess it had nothing to do with him.

As always, he harbors immense guilt for not being there, not being endlessly supportive, not being able to solve the issues gnawing at you with his own two fists.

But what he doesn’t realize is that he’s helping just by being there. By being present and absentmindedly squeezing you with his tree-trunk arms. By acknowledging your struggles and offering what he could.

He’d cut his patrols short for a few days, nearly begging you to sleep at his loft instead of in your own bed, so he could keep a metaphorical eye on you. He sleeps better with you by his side anyway.

Mikey

You’re Michael’s whole world, so he’d know you were overwhelmed before you realized it yourself.

As soon as he spotted the stress lines on your face, he’d be on his feet, trying his best to lighten the burden.

He’d walk you to and from work, as always, maybe even stopping by to keep you company on your lunch hour.

When he wasn’t with you, or ignoring his family, he’d be constantly cleaning the house and working through your joint to do list, taking task after task off your plate so you could properly decompress.

He wouldn’t pressure you to talk to him about it, but he’d give you the option.

“I’m here if ya want to talk, pet. Anytime ya need.”

And, of course, you’d take him up on it. Explaining that you could handle everything and you didn’t want him to overwhelm himself trying to help you because it was just a pile of small things that were wearing you down. But he’d have none of it.

“I wanna do this fer ya. Let me help, love.”

He’d bundle you in a knit blanket on the couch and set the tv to your favorite show, kissing the top of your head before heading to the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

I hope you enjoyed! And I hope you’re all doing ok this week. It’s rough out there.

[hyunjuenthusiast]

Pls pls write hyunju x f!reader strapping her for the first time and then reader making sure she's feeling good + praise kink

I know yall liked my last smutty thing I wrote but this one makes me nervous 😭 but I'll do my best for you anon🫶🏻

Hyun-ju x femreader! Smut. Not an adult? Don't read 🔞🔞🔞🔞

"That's it." Hyun-ju moans as you suckle her clit. She looks down to watch you, her eyes filled with lust. Her hand reaches into your hair to keep you there, never wating to separate you from her pussy ever again.

Her hand grabs a handful of your hair as you put two of your fingers inside her, suckling her clit. "Fuck baby! That feels so fucking good." Her head tilting back in pleasure.

You pull back just before she can cum, and she quickly looks back down at you, her grip on your hair tightening, making you giggle. "Shhhh, I'll get you there, but I don't want this to end just yet...you taste different."

Hyun-ju tenses. "D-Different?" Her hand eases the grip on your hair, making you realize she though it was a bad thing. "Different, Hyun-ju. Not bad. You taste...sweet. So sweet!"

You lean back down, moaning as you take her clit into your mouth. She relaxes, closing her eyes as she tries not to cum so quickly. "B-Baby if you keep d-doing that I'll cum!"

You only double your efforts, putting two of your fingers back inside her, curling them, hitting that new spot she hasn't discovered yet.

"Oh fuck! Yes yes yes yes yes just like that!"

Hyun-ju's hand tightens in your hair, her hips grinding against your mouth as she reaches her release.

"Fuck" She says as she clenches around your fingers. "T-That was...s-so much better then before." She says breathlessly, making you smile as you finally pull away from her. She surprises you when she immediately leans up and kisses you.

"Mmm you're right, I am sweet." She says, looking at you with a small smirk.

"I have something that can make you feel good, if you want to try it..." you say leaning down to kiss her neck, then pulling back to look at her. She gives you a soft but confused look, making you smirk.

You get up, walking to the dresser and opening the bottom drawer. You get out the strap. Her eyes widen slightly. "I got it when you first discharged after surgery... but we don't have to use it if you don't want to."

"I-I want to, Y/n." She says softly. "M-Maybe just...g-go slow..."

You walk back over to the bed, straddling her again, and sitting the strap down on the bed beside the both of you. You lean down, kissing her once more. Hyun-ju slides one hand to your hair, and the other to your hip.

You pull back slightly. "We'll go at your pace, Hyun-ju. I don't want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. If you don't like it, we'll stop, okay?" You tell her softly, making her nod in return. "Okay."

You grab the strap again, putting it on. "Have you ever... penetrated yourself?" Hyun-ju blushes at the question but nods. "I-I've been exploring... I wanted to make sure it felt good." She says timidly.

You lean down a bit, your mouth coming down next to her ear. "Does it feel good, beautiful? Hmm? Does it feel good when you rub your pretty pussy?" Hyun-ju whimpers in return.

"Can you show me?" You ask. She looks up at you, biting her lip. Her hand slowly slides down, she's already wet from when you ate her out, but your dirty talk to making her wanton and hot.

"That's it pretty girl, rub that pretty pussy." She moans, adding a bit more pressure. You watch as she gently puts only one of her fingers inside herself, making you tease. "Tsk tsk tsk, only one? How will we ever get this to fit if you only use one?"

Hyun-ju whines as she adds a second finger. She brings her other hand over and stimulates her clit. "That's it beautiful, make yourself feel good, let me see." You say softly.

Once she starts grinding her hips again, you know it's time. "Stop," you say firmly, getting her attention. She stops but whimpers at the loss. "You're not cumming unless I'm inside you. Put your hands up beside your head, yes that's it, and open your legs... good girl." You say making her head fuzzy.

You slowly start to rub the head of the cock against her, teasing her by adding pressure to her clit. "Y/n p-please." She begs. You smile. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl. I'll give it to you."

She hesitates, suddenly shy. "Come on beautiful, tell me how you want me to make you feel good, you deserve it." You say softly.

"I-I want you...I want you to fuck me, please." She asks with a blush. You smile, positioning the head at her entrance. "You have to tell me if it hurts, or if you want to stop, okay? Can you do that for me?" She nods.

You slowly start to sink into her, stopping a few times so she can adjust. "Is this okay?" You ask, concerned as her eyes squeeze shut. "Y-Yes, please don't stop, j-just keep going slow." You do exactly as she asks. Going slow, and stopping when it bottoms out, giving her time to get used to the new sensations.

"How are feeling beautiful, hmm?" You ask sweetly. "S-So full" She says, a little put of breath already. "You're such a good girl Hyun-ju, your doing so good." She whines in response.

You slowly slide out a little, pushing back in after a second and then repeating it. She quickly holds your hands. "You're already taking me so well, pretty girl. Look at yourself, look as I take you." Hyun-ju looks down her body to see the cock disappearing inside her each thrust. "She squeezes your hands and lets out a beautiful moan as you speed up just a little.

"Y-You're so deep fuck!" She moans. You chuckle softly, letting go of her hands. You reach over to play with her breasts. She starts to pant, meeting each of your thrusts. "J-Just like that baby! Just l-like that, don't stop!" She says loudly. You keep your pace, making sure she feels the pleasure she deserves.

She gasps. "Y/n right there! Right there yes! Don't you dare f-fucking stop!" You giggle, not stopping and the cock kisses her g-spot with each thrust.

"Y/n! Fuck! You're going to make me cum!" She moans. You reach one of your hands down, rubbing tight circles on her clit. "You're such a good girl for me, Hyun-ju, I know you can do it, I know you can cum for me. Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me!"

Hyun-ju throws her head back as she reaches her climax. You keep thrusting, wanting her orgasm to last as long as possible.

When she whines from the overstimulation, you gently pull out and take the strap off. She's panting. You lean down to kiss her sweaty forehead. "How was that, beautiful?" You ask her softly.

"S-So good, I-I...y-you made me feel so good," She whines. "I can't believe I've gone my whole life without that, w-we have to do this every day!" She says with a breathless giggle, making you respond with one of your own.

"That can definitely be arranged." You say, your eyes practically having hearts in them. She seems to remember something and quickly sits up, reaching for your panties, making you chuckle. "Where are those naughty hands going, hmm?" You ask. Hyun-ju looks at you "its your turn, I want to make you feel good too."

You give her a soft smile. "You did make me feel good, Hyun-ju. Seeing you enjoy yourself was the best pleasure I've had. This was about you." You gently get up. "I'll be right back, don't move."

You return with a washcloth and a glass of water, cleaning her up gently. "I love you, Hyun-ju, you did so good, I'm so proud of you, do you need anything?" You ask, caressing her cheek.

She scoots over, and you take the hint. Laying down next to her. "Just you." She says softly, you both fall asleep on each other's arms.

.....I hope this is good😭 but here's a little something while I'm working on a part 2 to my other story!

[onlydylanobrien]

Dylan O’Brien Used Director James Sweeney’s ‘Gay Scale’ to Play Brothers in ‘Twinless’: He’d Say ‘You Were Too Straight on That’

“I’m egregiously picky,” insists Dylan O’Brien, reflecting on a burst of productivity that, in the last 12 months, includes the films “Ponyboi,” “Saturday Night,” “Caddo Lake,” the Max comedy series “Fantasmas” and James Sweeney’s “Twinless,” which screens at Sundance. “I’m going to get skewered for this type of quote being out there … but I would have a much different career, I think, if I was a ‘yes to everything’ person.”

After launching his career more than a decade ago as a heartthrob on MTV’s “Teen Wolf” and in the “Maze Runner” films, each of those recent projects earned the actor praise for his versatility; no two roles are the same. But according to O’Brien, his recent slate reflects not just one year of work but more than five — a period that also encompasses guest spots (as “himself”) on “Curb Your Enthusiasm” and “The Other Two,” four more features and “All Too Well,” a short film directed by Taylor Swift.

His run of projects actually started back in 2019 after reading “Twinless.” In the film, which earned Sweeney a spot on Variety’s 2025 Directors to Watch, he plays twin brothers Roman and Rocky, with the former bonding with a fellow support group member (played by Sweeney) after the latter dies unexpectedly. Even facing the challenge of dual parts — one is straight, one is gay — the actor says that Sweeney’s writing gave him exactly the kind of charge that tells him to get on board a project.

“When I read something, it’s like I can hear the guy’s voice or I can’t,” O’Brien says. “And from the second I picked up the script, I was just like, ‘Roman is in me.’ I know this guy. And then when I get to Rocky, I had an instinct for him too.”

He remembers that it was his transformation into the introspective Roman, who, like O’Brien, is straight, that most surprised Sweeney. “My Roman voice, I got self-conscious about it immediately because he pointed it out,” he says. “But that’s how I was processing the weight of the very sheltered life he had experienced until that point, and then the tragedy that he experienced — and that’s what the fuck came out. [James] was like, ‘I love it.’”

Meanwhile, in order to play Rocky — authentically, but never stereotypically — O’Brien says the pair implemented a “gay scale” on set that Sweeney (who is gay) would dial up or down. “Most of the time, he’d be like, ‘You were too straight on that,’” he recalls with a laugh. “I was happy for that permission … a sign of a great filmmaker is to always give you the permission to go into a direction or not.”

The believability of both performances — like the others released before it — evidence a centeredness that O’Brien attributes to his increasing capacity for identifying nurturing, creative environments. “By that I mean your filmmaker, the piece in and of itself and the confidence you feel in it,” he says. “A helpful tool to either have or try to develop is to be able to identify whether you’re in safe hands or not.”

Though he admits that being in a music video is a “space that makes me really uncomfortable,” O’Brien indicated that two of those safe hands belonged to Taylor Swift, who in 2021 enlisted him to play the male lead in “All Too Well.” “For that to be her first time directing, Taylor had the absolute right instinct to be like, ‘I hired these actors because I am a fan of the work that they’ve done, and I’m going to let them come in and do that work’,” he says. “I loved what she was trying to tell with that. And I fully felt like I understood my role in it, and that excited me.”

Indicating he’s finally “being able to operate with choice,” the actor says his future plans include a reunion with Sweeney (“James and I are definitely going to partner up again on something”), and the June 27, 2025 release of “Ponyboi,” which first premiered at Sundance in 2024. “I’m very fortunate to be in some kind of position to pick these projects that I feel really drawn to and inspired by — and I have in me,” he says.

“These choices that I’ve been making, that you’ve seen in this past year, identify with what I want to be doing,” O’Brien adds. “It’s not like I don’t identify with my role on ‘Teen Wolf’ or the ‘Maze Runner’ movies. Those were my building blocks. But it doesn’t tell the whole story of who I am as a creative person.”

Source: variety.com

[callmemonster68]

NIKI - Just So They Know... ( smut )

Jealous Niki decides to remind the boys who Y/N belongs to

Pairing: Niki X FemReader X Enhypen ( special participation )

Genre: Obscenity

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, public sex, oral

A game night at one of the boys' houses. Everyone was laughing and having fun, but Niki, sitting in a corner, watched Y/N interact with the others in a way he thought was more animated than necessary.

While the others competed in a card game, he could barely concentrate, his eyes fixed on the way Y/N laughed at something Sunoo had said.

After a few minutes, Niki stood up abruptly, drawing everyone's attention.

Niki: Y/N, can I talk to you for a second? — He said, his tone calm, but his eyes revealing something more intense.

Y/N: Wait, I'm almost winning this.

Niki was already at his limit, he stood up.

Niki: What was that? — He asked, crossing his arms.

Y/N blinked, confused.

Y/N: What is that?

Niki: You know. All this laughter, all this closeness with them.

She frowned, trying to suppress a smile. The boys were in shock from the surprise and confusion.

Y/N: Niki, they are our friends. And we're not doing anything wrong.

Niki: I know that — he replied, running his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. — But I can't help it. It just... bothers me.

Y/N: Are you jealous? — She asked, now a smile appearing on her lips.

He looked away for a moment, but finally sighed.

Niki: Maybe...

Y/N: Niki, you don't need to be like this. I am yours, and you know it.

His eyes met hers, and in that moment, something relaxed in him.

Y/N: I just don't like sharing at all — he said loudly while looking at the boys.

To provoke him, the boys shouted Y/N's name, telling her to just ignore his behavior and return to the game. Niki opened a devilish smile, and before she could return to the game, he grabbed and pulled her arm, lifting her up with a slight smile.

Niki: Just so they know...

And then, he gave her a quick and rough kiss, which left her shocked, the boys with wide eyes at the scene, but Niki didn't stop there, he pulled her close to the sofa, turned her around, and pushed her onto the arm of the sofa so that her butt was up, and her lower body thrown over the sofa.

Y/N: Niki, what are you doing? You are crazy. — She said as she tried to get up.

Niki: Crazy? Me? Crazy are they if they think they can fuck you better than I can. — He said, looking at them with fire in his eyes.

Jungwon: Guys, let's go out, let them sort it out.

Heeseung: Go out? Why? He wants us to see it, or he wouldn't have started this show.

Niki: Exactly, stay and watch this bitch get dumb for my cock.

He finishes speaking, lifts her dress up, and pulls her panties down. The boys adjust themselves to get a better view, she covering her face, overwhelmed with shame.

Niki: Take your hands off, I want them to see your face all the time. — He says authoritatively, and gives her bare butt a hard slap.

She obeys him immediately, already knowing him well, she knows it's better to follow him. Tears streaming down her face from embarrassment, she dared to look to the side and found the boys' focused gazes, her pussy tightened around nothing.

Niki noticed her excitement running down her legs and didn't miss the opportunity to tease.

Niki: Look at this bitch, come closer, she's already dripping.

The boys immediately walked closer, all positioned behind Niki, with a privileged view of her exposed pussy, their pants getting tight, suffocating their hard cocks. Jake was the first to take the initiative to free his hard cock, followed by all the others, the last being Niki, who freed his cock and held Y/N's hip, making her feel a shiver run through her entire body.

Y/N: Niki, please, don't do this, you will regret it. — She pleaded.

Niki: The one who will regret it is you for being a desperate attention-seeker.

With that, he penetrated her all at once, tearing a scream from her, he began to fuck her mercilessly, going hard and deep while degrading her, the boys closely watching everything as they pumped their cocks, Y/N moaning loudly, Niki's thrusts abusing her small pussy, the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling driving her completely crazy.

Y/N tried to stifle their moans by pressing their face into the couch. Niki noticed and pulled her hair. He made a ponytail with his hand and held it while forcing his face upward.

Niki: Funny how you try to hide how much you like being treated like this.

Y/N: Niki, please, it's too much, I can't take it anymore.

Niki: The best thing you can do is stay there and accept it.

Jay: You should treat her better, Niki, she's too good.

Niki: I can do whatever I want with her, and you will just watch. She knows she was born to please me.

With that, she squeezed him even tighter, loving the attention and degradation she was receiving.

Y/N: I'm going to come, I'm at my limit. — She said through sobs.

Niki: Do you really think you're in control? How lovely.

He threw her head forward, pushing her back onto the couch, then pulled out of her, leaving her empty. He went to the kitchen and returned with a chair, placing it sideways in front of the boys who had now stopped pumping his penis to follow his movements. Then he sat in the chair with his legs open.

Niki: Come here, bitch, it's time for you to show what you know.

She got up, staggering with weak legs, and walked over to him. She positioned herself on his lap and sat on his hard member.

Niki: You know you're only useful when you do exactly what I say.

She confirmed, nodding her head, the tears still streaming down her face. Niki took her dress off, leaving her completely naked. He looked into her eyes, wrapped his hand around her throat, and choked her just enough for her to roll her eyes.

Niki: Now, bitch, move.

He took his hand away and released her, letting her arms fall freely by her sides and allowing her to use his cock. The boys resumed touching themselves while Y/N began to ride his cock with desperation.

Niki: Are you seeing how they look at you? Do you see how they look at you? Is this how you want to be seen?

She squeezed him and looked at the boys. She still hadn't realized what was really happening, all six of them watching her as they pumped their cocks, excited and desperate. She knew she should be ashamed, but it only made her even more excited and closer to the edge.

Niki: They're all here touching themselves over you, but in the end, you're only mine.

He saw that she was close and pulled her in for a hot kiss, while guiding her hips to move more forcefully. Before completely breaking the kiss, he orders:

Niki: Open your mouth!

She obeys, then he spits in her mouth, which she immediately swallows.

Niki: You like being reminded of your place, don't you?

She nodded again, confirming that she loved being just a pawn in his hands when it came to sex. She accelerated her movements even more, Niki came first, followed by him with just a few more movements. He looked at the boys and realized that they were all already at their limit.

He lifts her off his lap, both of their cum dripping down her legs, then he forces her to kneel in front of the boys. Holding her hair and forcing her to look at them, he says:

Niki: Look at them! Let them see your fucked-up expression.

Niki: Get closer, use her like the good cum dump she is and cum on her.

She was startled by what was said, they approached her and came almost in unison on top of her. Meanwhile, Niki put her clothes back on.

Niki: With everyone aware of who makes her feel this way and to whom she belongs... we can continue with the game.

Y/N looked at him incredulously with his ease in acting so relaxed about everything that had happened.

Niki: Any problem? — he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Y/N: No, no problem. — She said before getting up, grabbing her clothes, and going to the bathroom to wash up.

Sunoo: Y/N, don't take too long, I'll have my revenge. — He said with a sweet smile, accompanied by everyone agreeing.

"None of them are normal," she thought as she took a shower, exhausted.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[arannellahowlett]

Bruised and Bloody

Note: Who is ready for some Simon Riley angst? I fear he's vastly ooc...my apologies. Part 2 if people like it?

Warnings: angst, mentions of past abuse, Simon Riley hating himself

Summary: Y/N Riley wakes up alone in bed and wondering where her husband is, he's having a rough night and needs some reassurance.

Simon Riley was a complicated man, with a complicated past and most of it was unpleasant. During the day it was easy to keep the memories at bay, he kept himself busy, either on missions, training or with his wife Y/N. Nighttime was the worst. It was during the night that he often found himself unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling for hours on end as his memories poured, from missions gone bad, all the way back to his childhood. And they were vivid, so much so that he swore he could touch, feel and smell what was happening. There was a sadness which as the night wore on would turn into anger and sometimes fear. It was particularly bad on the nights immediately after returning from assignments. Tonight was one of those nights.

Y/N rolled over in her sleep, reaching for him to cuddle into his side, she was cold, and he was a furnace…except he wasn’t there, and his side of the bed was cold. She blinked rapidly, clearing the fog from her brain and letting her eyes focus and looking at the clock, just after 3 am.  Sure enough, he was gone, and she knew exactly where he would be. She swung her legs out of the bed, pulled on the pair of socks she had thrown on the floor before bed and grabbed Simon’s hoodie from the bottom of the bed, putting it on, it was so big that it covered her knees. Quietly, she made her way downstairs, bypassing the living room and heading directly for their basement. Before she even reached the stairs, she could hear him grunting and the rapid thumping of his fists violently attacking the punching bag he had set up ages ago.

As Y/N made it halfway down the stairs she could see he was sweating, Y/N could see it dripping off his bare back. She could tell he’d been down here for hours just by how exhausted he looked. She could also see that he hadn’t wrapped his hands first, something she’d begged him to do repeatedly. He often said that he was a broken man, a cold-hearted one, all Y/N saw though was a man who needed to be comforted and loved, and she was more than happy to provide it.

Y/N watched him for a few minutes, he had no idea that she was there, completely lost in his desire to beat the absolute hell out of the punching bag. If he was just down here working, Y/N would think it was hot, the mix of strikes, jabs and everything else he is doing, the sight of him without a shirt alone would do her in…But Simon was clearly having a bad night, the sounds of his hands hitting the leather getting louder and more rapid. Y/N had to get him to stop before he hurt himself.

Y/N sighed quietly, knowing better than to startle him. That had happened once and only once, and it had not been pretty. She stayed back by the stairs before finally speaking up, just loud enough that she knew he would hear her.

“Simon? Come back to bed. Please?” She watched Simon freeze in place, his breathing heavy and ragged, fist remaining in the air as he’d been mid-punch, Y/N could already tell that his knuckles were going to be bruised from the relentless abuse Simon had inflicted. He took a deep breath before turning his head to look at Y/N with a look that could only be a mixture of anger, exhaustion and a hint of fear. He didn’t say a word but lowered his hand.

 Y/N took his pause as permission to creep forward, moving slowly towards him before wrapping her arms around him from behind. “You okay?” She asked, her hands resting on his stomach. She felt the muscles tense under her touch, but he didn’t protest or remove them. Y/N’s warmth was comforting against his back. A light in his darkness.

He didn’t answer immediately, taking a moment to let silence pass between them before finally answering. “No,” he admitted, his voice lower and hoarser than it usually was. Y/N squeezed him gently, he was being honest tonight, that was a good sign.

“Okay. What can I do to help?” she asked softly. Normally, Simon would say there wasn’t anything she could do, that he was fine, and he was just blowing off steam.

Tonight however, Simon leaned back into Y/N’s embrace, his shoulders relaxing under her touch and he let out a sigh, his exhausted seeping into his voice. “I…don’t know. “He started. “I just need…” He trailed off, he didn’t know how to put into words what he needed, he wasn’t used to expressing when he needed something/ His tough exterior hid his feelings well but in the rare moments like tonight he would allow the cracks in his armor show, but only for Y/N.

Y/N could feel the weight of his emotions, the struggle of a man who had spent most of his life burying his trauma and pain under a normally stoic demeanor. It had always been hard for him to open to people, here right now in the early hours of the morning he was letting his guard slip. He continued to lean against Y/N, seeking comfort in her embrace and craving the connection and comfort that only she could provide him.

Without letting go of him, Y/N maneuvered herself around him so that she was facing him. Slowly she traced her fingers up to his stomach, to his chest and finally rested them on his shoulders, or as well as she could, considering how small she was compared to his 6’4 frame.

 Simon’s gaze remained fixed on the floor, his eyes distant and unfocused. In her new position, Y/N could read his face more clearly, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were in a thin line, his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. He didn’t move away though, instead he leaned into her touch, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out and hold her but held himself back. Y/N trailed one hand down his right arm, all the way until she reached his hand, gently lifting it to inspect the damage.

 She tsked as she saw the angry cracks, blood and bruising of his knuckles. Caressing them gently she looked up at him sadly. “Baby, I really wish you’d at least wrap your hands…”

Simon watched her with careful eyes, wincing slightly as her fingers ran over the sore spots. He knew he’d done this to himself, again, continuing his self-destructive pattern that they both knew so well.

“I know,” He mumbled, his voice sounding raw and gruff. “I just…needed to feel something, anything, just something I could control.” He tried to pull his hand back, not wanting her to see the true extent of the damage he’d caused to himself.

Y/N shook her head. “Please don’t hide from me Simon.”

She watched as his jaw clenched, resignation and frustration clear on his face. He knew she was the last person he should hide from, but the fear of opening and being vulnerable, even to his wife, made him want to make a quick retreat. However, he allowed her to continue inspecting his hand, rough and callused, his hands were a testament to his military career and the battles fought both on and off the battlefield.

Y/N brought his hand up to her lips, kissing his knuckles gently before letting go and reaching for his left. She sighed when she saw that he had left his wedding ring on, if his knuckles were anymore swollen, she would have been concerned that it would have to be cut off. She caressed his left hand the same way she had done the right, before kissing it and leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck, her fingers moving to play in his short brown hair.

“I wish you trusted me enough to come to me on nights like this Simon, I can help. I know it’s hard and you’re stubborn, but I love you.” She said softly to him.

Simon shook his head. “I trust you,” He whispered, a slight crack in his voice. “I just…I can’t lay this all on you Sunshine. I won’t burden you.”

Y/N smiled softly at him. “It’s not a burden Si, I’m your wife, for better or for worse.”

Simon’s eyes met hers, conflict and pain fading from his gaze. Y/N always understood and accepted him, which only made him love her more, but it didn’t stop him from feeling guilt for putting her through his often turbulent moods. His large hands moved to her hips, holding her close as if he was scared, she’d disappear. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose you.” His jaw was tense and his grip on her hips tightened, seeking some kind of reassurance from her. The vulnerability in his eye betrayed the usual façade of strength that he wore as a second skin.

Y/N gripped his arms, staring directly into his shining eyes. “You aren’t going to hurt me, and you certainly aren’t going to lose me. You are stuck with me Simon Riley, in this lifetime and all others.” She promised softly.

Simon was never the sentimental type, but her words struck a chord deep within him. He pulled her closer, his large arms wrapping around her waist tightly as he buried his face in her neck taking a shaky breath and surrounding himself with her warmth like a safe haven. She could barely hear it but she froze when he heard him whisper. “I don’t deserve you.”

Her heart broke a little, it wasn’t the first time that he’d said it, but it was the first time she was letting him know that she heard it. “Simon, I want you to listen to me and listen good yeah?” I moved one hand to card through his hair. “You deserve the world, you deserve to be loved, you deserve to be happy. I don’t care what your bastard of a father told you when you were a kid.”

She watched him close his eyes. “But I’m broken love.” He murmured. “After everything I’ve done, everything I’ve seen…You should be running for the hills.”

Y/N sighed sadly, tugging on his hand and leading him to the bench along the wall. “Sit, you’re too tall for me to do this standing.”

He did as she asked, his body was too tired and aching after his latest mission and now having beat the hell out of the punching bag for hours. Once he was seated, Y/N moved to stand between his thighs, resting her hands on his shoulders. Simon looked up at her, just waiting.

“You are not broken Simon, a little rough around the edges, but not broken.” I murmured. “I will always want you Simon, please never doubt that. You have seen terrible things and gone through so much bad shit. But you’ve also spent your entire life trying to help people. You have saved thousands of lives and get no thanks for it. That takes an incredibly special kind of person.”

Y/N could see him readying himself to argue so she cut him off. “You are my everything Simon, I would be lost without you, and I will spend every day making sure that you know it.”

Simon’s features softened and he reached up to pull her hands off his shoulders so that he could hold them. He had spent so long believing that he didn’t deserve to be loved, but Y/N’s unwavering devotion was a constant in his life now, even after 5 years together it surprised him. His grip tightened, his calloused fingers intertwined with her much smaller and softer one, he pulled her close so that he could embrace her fully.

 “Damn it, I really don’t deserve you, Sunshine.” He murmured, his voice thick with emotions.

 Y/N rolled her eyes and snorted.  “I believe was just went over this, you do, and I will not accept that you don’t, you stubborn man. I can be stubborn too you know.”

Simon let out a soft chuckle. He knew her too well and her stubbornness when it came to him was unyielding. He leaned his forehead against her stomach, a deep sigh escaping him. “If only the world knew how stubborn my wife is.”

She smiled down at him, with one hand moving to his hair. “I have to be to be able to handle you.”

Simon’s eyes closed as he leaned against her, simply enjoying the closeness. He opened them again when she tugged on his hair gently. “Come on Si, let’s go to bed.”

He was exhausted and released the grip he had around her waist, and with a tired smile he nodded, letting her pull him up before he took her hand and led her up the basement stairs before taking the next set of stairs to the bedroom. The walk was slow and silent, Simon’s body was weary, his usual confident stride replaced with a sluggish pace. Once in the bedroom he lowered himself slowly onto the bed, groaning as he did.

Y/N watched carefully, his normally sharp and alert gaze was weighed down by physical and mental fatigue. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling with movement. His gaze turned to hers and he patted the spot beside him. “Come on love,”

Y/N slid under the covers with him, immediately settling into his arms, head on his chest, his wrapped around her back. She started drawing small patterns on his chest with her finger. “Si?”

He turned his head to look at her in the darkness, just barely making out the shape of her. “Yes love?” he asked with a squeeze of his arm.

“I love you.”

She felt Simon immediately relax. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he leaned just enough to press a gentle kiss onto her lips. “I love you too,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than you could ever imagine.”

[thanossssss]

regressor namgyu fic? :D he’s rotting my brain atm..

Regressor! Nam-gyu w/ Caregiver! Thanos

Summary: Nam-gyu just being very cuddly towards Thanos.

Contains: Age regression, cuddling, fluff.

A/N: This turned out a lot shorter than I expected, which I am a bit disappointed about, but I do think it turned out alright. I also wasn’t sure if you wanted Nam-gyu to be paired with anyone, so I decided to just write him with Thanos since I thought that was easier. If you wanted something with just him and no caregiver (or someone different) let me know and I can write something else!

Not proofread.

The concept of personal space didn’t really exist to Nam-gyu, especially when he’d regress. He was very touchy and found comfort being close to Thanos. He loved clinging to him, holding his hand, sitting in his lap, any type of physical contact made him happy.

Thanos wasn’t as big of a fan of physical affection like Nam-gyu was, but he didn’t mind it. It was also one of the few things that kept Nam-gyu content while he was tiny and prevented him from getting up to trouble, so that was definitely a plus.

Soft hums came from Nam-gyu, who sat as close as he possibly could to Thanos. His head was lying on the other’s shoulder while he held onto Thanos’s hand with both of his. Nam-gyu smiled as he quietly played with the ring on Thanos’s finger, pulling on it gently and spinning it around.

While Nam-gyu was happy and occupied, Thanos used his free hand to scroll on his phone. He would’ve just watched tv, but it was currently playing a cartoon he had put on for Nam-gyu. And while he wasn’t watching it, Thanos knew that if he changed the channel, Nam-gyu would most likely get upset and claim that he was watching the show, even though he clearly wasn’t.

After some time, Thanos felt Nam-gyu move his head slightly. He looked over at him, only to see Nam-gyu staring at him. He immediately smiled when Thanos turned his attention to him.

“What are you looking at?” Thanos asked quietly in a joking manner as he smiled. Nam-gyu only giggled at him, before letting go of his hand and wrapping his arms around Thanos’s arm.

Thanos chuckled softly as he set his phone down, then began to ruffle Nam-gyu’s hair. More giggles left from Nam-gyu, who clung to Thanos’s arm even tighter. When his giggles calmed down, Nam-gyu decided to crawl into Thanos’s lap.

“You want to sit in my lap, little man? Is that what you want?” Nam-gyu’s smile was big as he nodded. Thanos grinned at the male, before wrapping his arm around him and moving him closer.

Nam-gyu cooed happily when he was brought closer. He laid his head down and began to chew on the sleeve of his shirt while staring at Thanos. Thanos kept his arm wrapped tightly around Nam-gyu and, with his other hand, ran his fingers through his hair.

Nam-gyu laid there peacefully in Thanos’s arms, only feeling the feelings of complete happiness and safety. He never wanted it to end. He never wanted to leave Thanos’s embrace.

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Rafe’s hand was warm on her back as he guided her into the tattoo parlor, a sense of anticipation in the air. She had been talking about getting this tattoo for weeks, but now that it was finally happening, she felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. She glanced up at Rafe, his presence a calming force .

“You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, though there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

She shot him a nervous grin. “Of course, I am. It’s just a tattoo. Not like I’m getting another piercing or anything.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a half-smile, but the concern didn’t leave his gaze. He was always protective, always a little overbearing when it came to her.

After the tattoo artist got everything ready . Rafe stayed close, sitting close to her, his hand resting gently on her thigh gently squeezing as the needle started. She flinched at the first sting, but his touch was comforting offering silent support.

“You’re doing great, princess,” he murmured, watching her with an intensity that made her heart flutter, despite the stinging pain.

She let out a soft breath, trying to focus on the sound of his sweet voice more than the sting of the needle. “Thank you baby . I know you think I’m tough, but this really hurts.”

He laughed softly, rubbing his thumb over her thigh . “I think you’re tougher than you let on. But I’m right here not going anywhere . Just breathe and relax.”

The process felt like it took forever, but eventually, it was done. She looked down at the small, delicate tattoo now inked on her side and A soft smile tugged at her lips, but the soreness was already setting in.

“ Your all set ,” the tattoo artist said with a smile, cleaning up the area.

She winced as she stood up from the table .the pain still fresh. Rafe was already there, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her making sure not to accidentally touch the sore skin . He was always so in tune with her, his touch always comforting.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” he said softly, placing a kiss to her cheek as he helped out of the chair.

When they finally made it back to Rafe’s place, he immediately pulled her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly and gently . She chuckled, despite the lingering pain. “Rafe, I can walk…”

He ignored her, carrying her to the couch with a soft grin. “I know, but you’re my responsibility today princess.”

She sank into the couch, and Rafe sat beside her, pulling her into his lap gently. He cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her cheek and brushing her curls out of her face . his eyes soft with affection.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent as he looked at her. “Even more so now. You got through that like a champ.”

Rafe brushed his thumb over Angel’s fresh tattoo gently . his gaze soft as he watched her admire it. “I wasn’t sure at first,” he admitted, voice low. “But now… it’s perfect on you.”

Angel looked up, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t think I could pull it off?”

He laughs , shaking his head. “No, not that. It’s just… you’re already stunning. But seeing this on you… it’s like it’s always been meant to be. You make everything look effortless and so sexy .

Her smile softened, touched by his honesty. “You really think that?”

Rafe kissed her forehead, his voice tender. “I always will. You’re perfect, princess .

She snuggled into his chest, letting the comfort of his presence wash over her. “I’m so glad I have you,” she murmured, her voice muffled against his shirt.

His lips brushed over hers in a soft kiss, the sensation gentle but full of warmth. Slowly, his kisses trailed down her jaw, to her neck, his hands softly caressing her sides to comfort her, to take her mind off the soreness.

“I love you, you know that?” Rafe said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he kissed her lips again.

She smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. “I love you too, Rafe.”