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nfwmlily · 3 months ago

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i’ve been so afraid to post this for the longest time but i have another fic published and y’all are so nice so here goes!!!

Imagine Being Loved By Me

pairing (pay attention this is the most fun part): hozier x fem!reader x alex ryan

rating: explicit (18+)

tags: shameless smut, threesome - F/M/M, title from a Hozier song, Hozier meme references lol, explicit sexual content, explicit CONSENT, explicit language, dom!alex ryan, sub fem!reader, cunnilingus, use of alcohol, mild restraining (of fem!reader), sarcasm and so much of it, pillow talk

warning: god i hope i covered all the tags just exercise caution mkay? nothing too crazy happening here, no hard kinks, but it’s a threesome so just be aware lots is happening lols!! explicit consent is given for everything going on, everyone is happy in the end. okay cool!

words: 9.2k

a/n: you may have seen this on ao3 already, but i only recently got into tumblr and i hope you enjoy it here… also please excuse the minor grammatical things, i cba to screw with the formatting right now… anyways, without further adieu:

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

read on ao3 :D

11:28: Hey, it’s Andy. I’m back in town and I dunno if you still use this number, but I’m hoping it’s you. I'm having a get-together at my place while I’m back home for a bit, if you want to stop by. X

My phone went off, dinging quite loudly, startling me out of what would’ve become a good night’s sleep that I was just drifting off into. I watched my hand reach out for my phone, feeling as if I was watching my own life through a movie screen in my half asleep state. I picked it up, and read over the message, my brows pinching together in the center.

What? I thought to myself, feeling rather confused for a few moments. Andy? Where had I ever met an Andy, and why would he have my number? Then it dawned on me, and a tired smile cracked across my tired face, eyes still hooded. Andy. We’d gone to Trinity College together back in 2008, and ended up being quite good friends. Of course I wouldn’t remember, being barely awake and all, but I knew him.

11:33: my gosh, andyyy!! hi!! it has been sooo long since i’ve seen you, how are you? you do have the right number :) and yes i will stop by ofc i will

His reply came quickly, his tone now increasing to my own excitability. At least, I thought it had. One could only tell so well through text.

11:34: Oh, great! It’s this Saturday at 6-7ish, I’ll send you my new address. Alex will be there & we’re inviting some older friends as well. I hope you remember Alex?

11:35: ohh yeah absolutely!! love you, love alex, etc etc. been too long. i am unfortunately about to go to sleep so night night hope we’ll talk between then and now :)

I didn’t stay awake long enough to read the reply that came through, curling up under my covers. While he’d been off starting his career and touring internationally, I’d finished college, and began working a cubicle job in a corporate setting. Stable, yes, but surprisingly draining.

More quickly than I’d expected, Saturday evening had rolled around and I was plugging Andrew’s address into Google Maps to navigate there. It would take around 20 minutes to get there, and luckily for me, it was only 6:10 right now. I’d get there right in between when he told me to arrive, 6-7.

The drive was uneventful, but finding parking around what was his now evidently large house in a secluded part of town proved difficult. Between the woods, the private roads, and the parking on the side of the roads which were rather packed already, it was annoying. But I found a space, and walked up to his house. I knocked on the door and let myself in, realizing his home was pretty full of people already.

I looked around for a few moments, not recognizing many faces, when I heard a throaty voice calling out from behind me.

“Hey! Bubbles, how are ya?” He said, with a light laugh at the end.

I turned around and looked at the man calling out to me, Andrew himself. I cringed internally at the nickname, bubbles, but laughed anyway. They’d started calling me bubbles after I blew a piece of gum into a bubble that was so large that when it popped, it ended up all over my face straight out of a cartoon. The nickname stuck.

“Andy!” I squealed, still laughing and now trotting up to him, arms open. “Ah, I’m amazing, how are you?” I inquired, after a quick hug.

He laughed, loud as ever, and it stretched out his cheeks. The stretching of his skin drew my attention to a beard he hadn’t had before. It was… Hot, especially with that hair–

“I’m great, bubbles. Busy as all hell, but y’know, being a musician and all that…” He trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging his shoulders as he smiled sheepishly, looking to the ground for a moment.

Ah. Even after all this time, Hozier , a world renowned musician was still just… Andy. A shy man from the more rural part of Wicklow. I found it to be endearing as all hell.

“Yeah, of course. It’s understandable. What was this, your… Sophomore album?”

“Yeah, it’s called ‘Wasteland, Baby!’ I’m really happy with it. I’ve got a new EP coming out as well to go with it, has some unreleased stuff that couldn’t make it onto the main record, y’know? Time constraints and all that. It would’ve ended up being a two disk album, and the label didn’t like that at first.”

I hummed and nodded along, moving my eyes up and down his body as he got into full nerdy musician mode, going on about his music and the label and the ideas behind each song. He didn’t seem to notice I was only half paying attention. Damn, between that hair and that beard, plus the crisp t-shirt and slacks he was wearing… I was snapped out of my reverie when Alex Ryan walked up to us, a big cheesy grin on his face.

“Bubbles!” He called out, slinging an arm over my shoulder, laughing a little bit. “How’re you going?”

I raised an eyebrow as Andrew sighed and rolled his eyes, grumbling something about Australia under his breath.

“Australia?” I laughed out, then turned more to face Alex. “And how’re you going? ”

Andrew cut in as Alex tried to start explaining what was going on. “Alex came to Australia on tour with me last month and he’s been using their version of ‘how are you’, which is ‘how’re you going’, ever since. Because he’s a pretentious douche who likes to seem more well traveled than he is.” They bickered, but they’d been best mates since I could remember.

I giggled and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ah, I see. Well I am going absolutely fine , thanks, Alex. Yourself?”

He gave me a playful wink that I felt a bit too flustered by, for my personal liking, and shrugged. “Doing grand, thanks. Hey, I’ll go grab the three of us some drinks! It’s been too long since we all sat down with a pint together.” He snapped away from my gaze and turned to Andrew, jerking his head toward the kitchen in a bid to get him to follow. He gave me a quick wave as he walked away, and followed Alex calmly.

Alex always reminded me of a mix between… A squirrel and a cat. When you put him in front of a set of keys or a guitar, he was the most talented man you’d ever meet. Extremely elegant, dancing across the instrument with his fingers. His fingers were long, and super flexible from all the playing he did.

However, in any other setting? Squirrely. All over the place. Totally unable to keep his focus on less than three things at a time. It was pitiful, really. How does one go from Australian slang, to asking how one is actually doing, to grabbing drinks in the span of… What was that, two minutes? Less than, probably.

The night went on in a blur of drinks. All sorts of drinks, and I knew not to mix my liquor, but that hard seltzer sounded so refreshing after such a heavy Guinness from a can, and that dirty martini handmade by Andrew himself sounded so yummy, and those jello shots sounded way too appealing to my sweet tooth to resist…

I’d arrived at 6:30pm, and by 9pm I was totally sloshed. It was a Saturday night, though, and I was with my old college friends, who was going to stop me? Neither of them did, and obviously, I wasn’t going to stop myself.

While sitting across the couch from Andrew, I suddenly noticed how nice and buttery his voice was. Sure, he was a career singer, but we’d been friends before any of that. Then, I noticed how sharp his jawline had gotten, how his beard only made it any clearer. Damn, I wanted to run my fingers through that long hair…

Oh, shit.

Suddenly, I was much closer to him than I’d intended to be, and my fingers were running through his hair, and he was looking at me with raised eyebrows, yet he didn’t do anything to stop me. His finger didn’t even twitch. Did he… Was he enjoying this? His face was confused, yet not upset. Somewhat pleased, relaxed, even.

I pulled back after I realized what I’d been doing, flushed deeply, and cleared my throat before taking another tentative sip of my water. I knew I needed to sober up, and bad, so here I sat with a tall glass of water (not referring to Andrew, thanks very much) and what I was almost sure was a slice of strawberry pie, but it could’ve easily had a bit of rhubarb in it too. Either way, divine.

Andrew leaned closer to me after I’d pulled away, a tilted, shy smile on his face. “Why’d you stop?” He muttered, causing me to choke on the bite currently in my mouth. The tart flavor caused a weird tingling sensation in the back of my jaw that I thoroughly enjoyed.

“Stop- Stop what?” I asked quietly, dumbly. I knew exactly what he was talking about, I’d just had my hands in his hair, for crying out loud!

He laughed and grabbed my wrists to gently pull me forward, closer to him. He was just as drunk as I was, I could smell it on his breath. “Y’know, bubbles, I always had a little bit of a crush on you.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over my face like the tide of the sea coming in as he spoke so close to my face.

I choked again, my heart rate skyrocketing at the last three words. A crush on me? He’d made fun of me relentlessly when we’d been college friends! Lightheartedly, of course, and he got it as good as he gave it. Still, though, it was surprising to hear.

“Andy, what?” I laughed, but he shrugged and went on. I couldn’t believe he was serious, but he was. His forehead was suddenly resting on mine, in a way that was far too intimate for a pair of friends that I liked way too much.

“I said, I’d always had a little crush on you in college.” Andrew whispered, his voice much lower than it had been a few minutes before.

I let out a surprised huff of breath and couldn’t quite find the words to reply. That was… 10 or 11 years ago, now. We’d literally been 18 at the time, and he’d just thought to bring it up at the age of twenty-nine ? Absolutely unreal. Endearing, oddly enough. I couldn’t say I was mad or anything like that; surprised was more accurate.

“I see,” I breathed out in reply, hoping I didn’t sound as dumbly flustered as I felt. He flustered me. Him and Alex, both, flustered me.

I felt his hands snake up from my wrists to my shoulders, the callous of his fingertips brushing over the bare skin that my blouse didn’t quite cover. He quietly asked, leaning in further to whisper in my ear, if it was okay. I almost laughed in reply, the question was so ridiculous. It was more than okay. I felt strangely enthralled by his hands gently moving from my wrists, to my shoulders, and down to the middle of my back, pulling me closer still. I was almost on his lap.

“Yes,” I finally uttered. “Absolutely.”

Two words. Two words were apparently all it took for him to drag me roughly onto his lap and crash his lips down against mine. It was glorious. Everything about it felt just right. Not that this was one of those moments where it was like, as soon as his lips touched mine there were fireworks and I knew we’d be in love forever, but it was indescribably satisfying. Like an itch that was too far down my back for me to reach, had finally been scratched. I hadn’t gotten a decent one night stand in for a while , maybe now was my time.

Andrew’s hands gently moved down a bit further before his thumbs were able to hook under my shirt. I knew he’d ask if it was okay, if I was okay with it for him to keep going. I decided to mitigate the question by physically answering before he could even ask it by arching my back forward and pressing my chest against his. He grunted against my lips and nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to yelp slightly before his lips moved down and across my jaw, towards the thin skin of my neck. I huffed out a breath and closed my eyes, my head tilting back and to the right, my skin stretching in a delicious way as he sucked and bit at it. His hands ran under my shirt and now rested on top of the bare skin below. They were warm, and large, and I loved it.

Damn, I was definitely gonna have hickeys tomorrow.

My legs straddled around his waist, and I felt something… Hard prodding at my inner thigh, and I giggled to myself slightly. I’d managed to make him hard already, and all we’d done was kiss a little. Well, maybe not just a little, by now… But we hadn’t done anything but kiss.

I moved my leg, just slightly. Just enough to get him to gasp in a bit out of surprise and maybe a little pleasure, and he nipped down hard on my neck. I yelped and giggled again, his fingertips digging into my hips resting on top of his.

The couch dipped down next to us and he let out a soft sigh against my collarbone, rubbing the tip of his nose against it and up my neck.

“Nice perfume.” Andrew murmured, his voice muffled by my skin. I thanked him quietly, the words tumbling down from my lips. I moved my hands up from the middle of his back to the nape of his neck, where I rested my palms and allowed my fingers to move up and tangle in his hair.

He growled and his fingertips tightened against my hips again, his lips and teeth and tongue, oh, God, the things I wanted that tongue to do to me right now, going back to work on my skin.

I heard a bit of laughter to my right, coming from the direction in which the couch had dipped down, and Alex’s voice rang out, snarky and loud in the nicest possible way, next to us.

“Aye, Andy, you got a pretty one here tonight.” He teased, snickering at the sight of us. One of Andrew’s hands moved off of my hip, and I glanced over at it for a moment to find Andrew giving Alex the middle finger. I laughed a little and closed my eyes again, resting my forehead against the top of Andrew’s head.

“Shut up, you dick.” he growled against my skin, nipping at me again out of frustration. Alex laughed again and scooted closer to us, his voice lowering.

“You know, we both liked her back at Tee-Cee, Andy.” Alex drawled, pronouncing the individual letters ‘T’ and ‘C’. It was what students and alumni alike referred to Trinity College as. Andrew sighed and stopped again for a moment to glance over at him. I felt that glare from where I was sitting, and I didn’t even need to look .

“Shut. Up!” He scolded again, not turning back to me immediately this time. He did get there eventually though, and my heart was pounding in my chest as his tongue ran back up my clavicle and over my common carotid. Both liked me while we were at school? If they’d both managed to fluster me before, this was an entirely different thing. Especially with Andrew’s mouth all over my face and my neck and my chest.

Alex snickered again a moment later, and suddenly a third hand was resting gently on top of my thigh. “Aw, come on, Andrew!” He whined, playfully. “I thought we liked to share.”

I paused. Andrew paused. The room stopped spinning the way it had been before.

Share?

Wait, did these two have some sort of weird threesome agreement going on?

Share?!

Andrew’s head fell forward and he let out a huff, turning to Alex with a death stare. “Alex, no. Not with her. Come on. If she were any other girl, then fine, but we know her. She won’t go home tomorrow morning and have some crazy story to tell her friends. We are her friends.” He drawled, his voice low as he leaned in towards Alex to make sure nobody but Alex and myself could hear him.

I sat there thinking to myself, as Andrew spoke lowly to Alex: was a weird threesome agreement that weird if I found myself kind of wanting to be their third for the night?

They were both attractive men. My type, anyways. Both my age. Both were clearly into me…

I cleared my throat. “Sorry, but what does- what does share mean, exactly?” I squeaked, my head tilting to one side a little more as I tried to view both of them.

Alex smirked and winked at Andrew triumphantly. “Ah, sweetheart, that is all up to you.”

Andrew sighed and his head tilted back, his jaw tightening. His face looked like he was in a mixture of pain and anticipation. I couldn’t tell why, but a tiny smile quirked at the corners of his mouth and he huffed a little, shaking his head before straightening himself up.

“Alex, you are a goddamn freak. And not in a fun sexy way, you’re just weird. ” Andrew grumbled, a small smile still resting upon his face. He reached over and flicked his forehead, and Alex recoiled a little, a smirk playing across his lips as he laughed slightly. Andrew turned to me again, with a more genuine, but still rather gentle, smile. He leaned in closer to my ear and mumbled lowly into it. “You wanna do it, bubbles? Got a whole guest bedroom upstairs that is pristine, and hopefully to your liking…”

My breath caught in my throat. What, exactly, would go down in that bedroom wasn’t specific to me just yet. I knew it would be unholy. Sexual, for sure. Kinky? That seemed to be a possibility at this point.

I needed to think about it. A threesome. With two of my closest guy friends from college. I mean, yeah, they were both undeniably hot. Andrew had this amazing hair and a sharp ass jawline and Alex’s hands alone had me swooning, but this was a lot to jump into at once.

Then it occurred to me: I was already sitting on Andrew’s lap, straddling him, and Alex’s hand was already on my right thigh. Clearly they were into me just as much as I was into them, and I couldn’t believe that thought hadn’t come to me until just then. I cleared my throat, and sucked in a breath.

I looked over at Andrew, then towards Alex, my face flushed. “Yeah. Yes, let’s do it.” I whispered, almost unable to believe the words coming from my own lips. Not that I was unsure about it or anything, I just couldn’t believe I’d found myself in this situation. I was a goddamn cubicle worker at a sales firm, for crying out loud!

A wolfish grin spread across Alex’s lips and Andrew’s already existing smile widened a little as he pushed me off of him to stand up, and I followed suit. Alex came up behind me and put his hand on my lower back, jerking his head towards the stairs about 10 or 15 feet in front of us. “Shall we, love?” He murmured in my ear. I nodded silently and Andrew walked ahead of us, leading the way to what I’d assumed was the guest bedroom he’d referenced just a minute or two ago. I felt a blush creeping up my neck, and I realized Alex saw it too as he chuckled and tightened his hand around my hip for a moment as we followed behind Andrew.

“A little nervous, hm?” He purred into my ear, causing me to cough in surprise. I stuttered for a few moments as my brain short circuited. This motherfu- he was whispering into my ear! He knew what he was doing, goddamn it, and it was not helping the situation!

“I- No!” I squeaked out, causing him to laugh a little more and Andrew laughed along with him. We’d reached the top of the stairs now, and he took a turn and opened the door to what was evidently his guest bedroom. I was surprised by the sight of it.

It wasn’t like, barely lived in, half filled with unused items and exercise equipment being used as a storage space. It had a really large window facing the east, and a large bed in the middle of the wall opposite the window, covered in a set of white sheets, and a fluffy comforter with a dark green duvet cover on it. In one corner, nearest to the dark wood dresser, there stood a thriving monstera plant and across from that, another hanging vine sort of plant from the ceiling. The bed frame, too, was sturdy dark wood and so were the bedside tables on either side of the bed. It was cohesive, cozy, well decorated.

I giggled a little to myself and noted the clear durability of the bed frame, glad to see it wouldn’t… Potentially break under the weight of the three of us doing whatever this was going to become on the top of it. Andrew quirked a brow at my giggles and I shrugged and waved him off, my hands clasped in front of myself afterwards. He cleared his throat and gestured to the bed somewhat awkwardly, not quite looking at me as his other hand was rubbing the back of his neck.

“If you want, you can, ehm, sit down for a moment. I’ll be right back.” He muttered, then turned out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. I was slightly confused, but sat down on the end of the bed anyway, and Alex followed me, standing in front of me.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just grabbing a few things.” He said lowly, one of his hands gently grabbing my chin and tilting my head upwards, and he hunched over to my level. “You mind?” He murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

I couldn’t find it in myself to utter a reply, so I just nodded silently, and he leaned in, his lips gently pressing against mine. My eyes fluttered shut and I took in his kiss, returning it just as gently as he had given it. I noticed his style was much different from Andrew’s. Andrew was aggressive. He treated it like he was hungry, almost. Like he was afraid that if he wasn’t abrasive enough with it I wouldn’t want any more of him. Alex was different. His gentleness in his movements came not from a lack of confidence, but from an abundance of it. He knew there was no need to rush through any of it, because he felt as though there was no point when he was such a wantable person. It almost bordered on arrogance, but it was… Comforting, in a way. He was more sure of himself, and therefore, so was I.

Alex’s lips moved gently over mine, his tongue running over the seam of them, asking but not begging for entrance. My lips parted for him, but as soon as I did that, his mouth moved down to my jaw and across my neck. He kneeled down in front of me to presumably be more comfortable, and he took his time mapping out every inch of skin he could possibly access above the neckline of my shirt. I gasped as he nipped gently at my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin. He chuckled against me, the sound muffled by my body, and moved his hands to my hips.

The door clicked open again just then, and Andrew came in and set some things down at the small desk in the room, tutting. “Ah, you’ve started without me, I take it.” He grumbled, pulling his shirt off over his head, and proceeding to put up his hair.

Alex sighed against my skin, his breath warm, and pulled away. “Not quite, Andy, just getting… Warmed up.” He said, grinning at the end. He turned back to look at me again and pulled at the waistband of my pants, then the hemline of my shirt. “You wanna do us a favor and get those useless things off, pretty girl?” He murmured, and I flushed.

I swallowed and cleared my throat, then croaked out a response barely louder than the whirring of the central heating system. “Yeah, sure.” I replied, then stood up slowly. Alex did the same, and as I pulled all my clothing off except for the bra and panties below, I watched the boys do the same, leaving their boxers on.

Oh my god, their boxers were tight. Tented, if you will. At just the premise of it all, this was the state they were in. And I couldn’t blame them. Alex stalked back over to me and kneeled down in front of me again, while Andrew climbed onto the bed behind me. My breath caught in my throat as he kneeled behind me on the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders as he pressed gentle kisses and nips along my trapezius and the side of my neck, while Alex hooked his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and pressed gentle kisses along my hip, then up to my chest. I closed my eyes and took in their movements, Andrew’s fingers brushing up and down my arms, Alex’s lips working their way over my entire torso. I sighed out and Alex paused just as I was beginning to make sense of it all, tugging at the waistband of my panties again.

“You mind if I take these off, pretty?” He mumbled against the top of one of my breasts, and I shook my head no. “Lovely.” He replied, and tugged them down, throwing them to the side. He rested my right ankle on one of his shoulders, and began kissing up my leg, a small grin on his face.

He worked past my femoral artery, past my knee, and up, up, up… And then stopped. So close to where I wanted him to be, his nose right up against the outer layers of the center of me. I looked down at him, my face turning into desperate confusion, and let out a disgruntled noise.

“What- Goddamn you, what are you doing? Why’d you stop?” I whined, coming off far more needy than I’d meant to.

Andrew chuckled against my skin, and Alex laughed beneath me and rolled his eyes a little. “Just gonna ask if it was okay for me to eat you out, darling.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over me. My breath caught in my throat at the feeling and I swallowed again.

“Yes, please do. I am- that is more than okay.” I breathed out, my leg twitching over his shoulder.

Alex looked past me at Andrew and gave him a wink before hoisting my other leg up over his shoulder, and he leaned in closer. His tongue brushed over my folds, and I closed my eyes, and once again, tried to make sense of the feelings on my body.

“Shit.” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening in my chest.

Alex laughed a little and the sound caused his lips to vibrate the tiniest bit against me as his chest rumbled with the noise, and I clenched my jaw. He continued to move his mouth against me, his tongue darting out of his mouth every so often to lick up through the folds and over my clit, and everytime that got a little bit of friction I sucked in a tiny breath, and my body ached for more. I found myself leaning back on my elbows, my head pressing against Andrew’s chest as he sat behind me.

Alex’s mouth worked its way further up, his mouth now sheerly focused on my clit, his tongue circling around it and his lips cupped around it, sucking and licking. I was gasping and trying not to let myself moan out too loudly. There was still an entire party going on downstairs. A hot jolt of pleasure ran up through my body every few moments, and it proved to be a rather difficult battle.

Andrew leaned down further from behind me on the bed, towards my ear, and he purred out some words. “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” He said, his hands coming up from behind me and cupping over my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, with his lips on your clit, legs on his shoulders, with your body writhing. Absolutely radiant.” His hands squeezed around my breasts, and his lips moved to my neck as he began kissing me.

I gasped and my legs inadvertently tightened around Alex’s head as his tongue started lapping at me and sucking against me even faster, harsher than before. He heard me getting praised and increased the intensity of his own actions. He knew the praise made me feel even more needy, even more wanting, and he responded in kind. My suspicions from earlier were concisely confirmed: this was, indeed, not the first time that they’d done this together. They had a system, knew how to make whatever partner they had that night feel as good as possible. It was working, I had to admit.

I felt a distinctive twisting sensation in my stomach and let out a whine, pleasure bolting up my spine and through the core of my body. “Ah, damn it–” I whined, my breathing picking up, chest heaving. Andrew’s hands moved under my bra, his hands now sitting against my bare skin. He rolled my pebbled nipples in between his fingers, and I yelped with pleasure, my back arching up. He laughed richly at the motion and leaned down to bite and kiss at the skin of my neck, smiling.

“I take it you liked that, beauty, hm?” He cooed, moving one of his hands up to tangle through the strands of my hair, his fingertips gently massaging my scalp. I whimpered and exhaled sharply, seeing stars behind my eyelids.

“Yes.” I blurted, before being cut off by the sounds of my own cries tumbling from my lips, Alex’s mouth working strongly against my core, his tongue lapping at my clit. I kept moaning and crying out, my stomach continuing to twist into knots at the sensations running through my body. My lips remained parted, and Andrew would occasionally reach down my bra and pinch one of my nipples between his calloused fingertips.

The twisting got stronger and stronger, my legs starting to quiver on Alex’s shoulders, and suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over my body, the intensity almost like a burning. The earth felt as though it had stopped spinning on its axis and I felt everything dissolve around me to nothing more than a chorus of white noise and bright light, caused by the sheer intensity of the shockwaves crashing over my entire body.

I slowly came down from the experience, my heart stuttering and pounding in my chest, and I opened my eyes again, glancing around myself in… wonder? A man had actually managed to make me cum, unassisted, for once in my life. Truly astonishing.

Andrew’s mouth pulled away from my neck and he laughed slightly, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. “Sufficient?” He lightly questioned, his voice gentle and low.

I breathlessly looked over at him, my chest still heaving below his large, gentle hands. “Um… Yes, I would say so.” I breathed, my throat dry and my vision still somewhat unfocused.

Alex pulled his mouth off of me and looked up at me through his eyelashes, the skin surrounding his mouth glistening. He looked almost feral, hungry for more yet satisfied at the same time. He licked his lips and gave me a tilted smile, standing up after a few moments. “You taste lovely, doll.” he teased, looking down at me. I felt my face flush and my head still felt a little fuzzy as he spoke to me, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back to get in a decent breath, or as decent I could make it right now, anyway.

Andrew tapped me on the shoulder from behind and my eyes fluttered open as I turned my head back to glance over my shoulder at him. “Yes?” I croaked, my voice surprisingly hoarse. Clearly, I’d been much louder than intended and my throat was paying the price.

He laughed a little and raised his eyebrows slightly, then leaned in closer to my ear and husked his words out. “What’s your opinion on riding, bubbles?”

I choked on my words for what seemed like the millionth time this evening. Jesus christ, the man really got down to the point, didn’t he? However, I did genuinely consider the question. “I’m… A fan.” I whispered back, my blood rushing to my head from the excitement and embarrassment running through my veins. Andrew chuckled lowly as Alex let out a huff and pulled on my wrists to help me sit up properly again.

“Ah, so he gets the delight of actual intercourse first, and I don’t, after you just came all over my mouth? Very egalitarian.” Alex grumbled sarcastically. Andrew cut in himself before I could reply.

“Oh, come on, it isn’t as if you didn’t enjoy every moment of making her cum all over your mouth, Alex. Stop your moaning and groaning, you’ll get your bloody chance. Don’t forget I sat here and watched all of that.”

Alex rolled his eyes and huffed again, then walked around to the other side of the bed, standing beside one of the bedside tables. His expression was rather sardonic, but he wasn’t actually mad, it seemed, rather… Anticipatory. I’d finally put my finger on it: that was it. I expected a rather long night ahead, not that I was complaining.

Andrew got up and shimmied off his boxers, throwing them haphazardly to one corner of the room, jostling the monstera plant that had initially caught my attention after I first entered the bedroom. He sank down onto the bed following those movements, a tilted smile on his face.

My gaze snapped to his cock, and I looked at it with some surprise. He was clean shaven, and looked satisfactorily large, but not to the point of causing pain or discomfort, with a noticeable vein running down the length of his shaft.

I blushed and smiled a little to myself, looking at the light pink color of his tip, and I found myself telling him my thoughts before I had the chance to put my filter back into place. “Your tip’s a pretty color.” I muttered.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, his grin widening before he let out a light laugh. Andrew had always been quite confident of his cock, but the color of his glans had clearly never crossed his mind. It was a light rosy color, pinker than the rest of his pale skin, with a rather decent ridge. “Ah, thank you…” he replied quietly, his eyes raking over the rest of my body. I felt a little rush of shyness, as I’d never had two people looking at me like this before, and it suddenly occurred to me exactly how intimate the situation I was in had become.

Andrew seemed to pick up on his, as he grabbed my hands gently and tugged me forward, his smile becoming smaller and more tilted again, akin to a smirk. “No need to be nervous, love, just… Enjoy the experience. I most certainly am.”

I sucked in a breath and let it out in an effort to calm myself down, and smiled slightly at him. “Mhm, you’re right…” I breathed out, and moved myself over him, my hips hovering just above his cock. It stood strongly upright, perpendicular to the rest of his body, and I watched his breath catch in his throat as I moved just above him. He swallowed and looked between my face and my hips, eyes wide, face flushed.

“May I?” I whispered, and he nodded quickly, his expression turning to something like desperation.

“ Please, god…” he replied, his voice almost inaudible.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and sunk down onto him, a gasp escaping me at the sudden stretching I experienced. I realized rather quickly that I had moved too fast, and his fingers immediately moved up to my hips and gripped them with bruising force, with his head falling back and a quiet groan escaping his lips.

“Jesus– Inconsolable weeping christ -” he growled out, his eyes squeezing shut, his voice tight. I let out a huff and closed my own eyes for a few moments, and sighed out, resting my hands over his own large ones, still gripping my hips.

“That’s a new one,” I breathed out, beginning to slowly move myself up and down, the muscles of my thighs tensed. I let my head fall back for a few moments before my neck craned forward, the other way. “Care to explain?”

Andrew's breath hitched and a frustrated look crossed his face, his fingertips digging into my flesh again. “Not the time for small talk.” he growled, then took in a long breath. “Fuck, relax , goddamn it, you’re tighter than a bloody vice.”

I sighed and bit my lip, his mild command only fueling my tenseness in the most positive possible way. I set a rapid pace, wanting more, more, more. More of him, more of whatever this had become.

I inhaled sharply and tightened my hands over his own, both of us holding each other tightly. The muscles in my legs strained over his hips as I rocked on top of him, and I saw veins bulging in his forehead. I looked down at where the two of us met, and I saw his cock slipping in and out of me, and my gaze was fixated on the sheer satisfaction of seeing that.

The bed dipped behind me, and I felt a pair of hands place themselves at the base of my neck, then dip down and brush over my shoulders. The light touch gave me goosebumps and I shuttered, swallowing hard.

Alex’s voice sounded quietly from behind me, directly into my ear. “You do look remarkably tense, doll.” he purred. “Do our Andy a favor here and just… Let the feelings run through you, don’t try and force it.” His lips met my shoulder after he’d finished speaking, and his hands, lithe and flexible, found their way to just under my breasts.

He began to massage the flesh as he placed gentle kisses on the nape of my neck, running his nose from the base of my neck up to my hairline. I groaned quietly and leaned back, my head pressing against his collarbone, his body supporting me.

The action of leaning back while still bouncing on top of Andrew caused his cock to hit just the right spot while inside of me, and I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

I clenched around him again and his hips jerked up, a loud cry escaping his mouth. “Fucking christ, you’re going to– God fucking damn it, you’re so good, sweetheart, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Just– fuck , good girl, just like that.” he rasped, his voice strained and hoarse.

Alex nuzzled into my skin from behind, his fingers dancing up further onto my breasts, his hands cupping them as he began to massage more deeply. My nipples sat squarely in the palm of his hand, and he let out a low hum of approval against my skin as Andrew stuttered. “Look at him.” he whispered. “You’re doing so well for him. He’s barely even able to speak. That’s all you, babe.”

whimpered and a tight expression came across my face, my eyebrows pinched together in the middle, eyes clenched shut, my jaw tight. I bit back a moan and Alex tutted behind me, pinching my nipples.

“You sound so lovely when you make noises for us, don’t hold back, honey.” he cooed, and my brain melted at his words. I let out a guttural cry, my pace quickening atop Andrew. Our hips rutted together and I heard him let out a groan from below me, his breath rasping. I opened my eyes and looked down at him beneath me, his face twisted up.

“Jesus fucking ever-loving christ , oh my God . Exactly like that, love, you’re– you’re so– Fuck !” He exclaimed, and his back arched up off of the bed.

I gasped and threw my head back, my eyes fluttering shut again as he pushed himself further up into me, pressing hard against me. He gasped in a few breaths and continued rutting into me, babbling with his face twisted up. “I’m– Christ, I’m coming– I– God .” He sputtered, his fingernails digging into my skin.

I let out another whimper and threw my head back onto Alex’s shoulder, and he let out a low chuckle and pinched my nipples in between his fingertips once more, rolling them between his fingers. He removed one of his hands and moved it to the back of my head and gently pulled on my hair, moving my head to the side as he lightly bit me just above my jugular vein.

My pace on top of Andrew became uneven and slower, my muscles spasming and shaking as the spring in my abdomen which had been coiling tighter and tighter this whole time finally released. I whined and clenched my thighs around Andrew’s hips, coming to a standstill as waves of fiery pleasure ripped through my body. I gasped in a few breaths and collapsed against Alex, my breaths coming in slow heaves.

Alex let out a low chuckle and nuzzled into the crook of my neck for a moment, then pulled away slightly to speak. “You smell delightful . Like sex. Very good sex, at that.”

I let out a breathy noise, my throat dry, and took a few deep breaths before I slowly lifted myself off of Andrew. He let out a small whimper at the loss of the warmth surrounding him, and I collapsed backwards onto Alex with my full weight. He laughed slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to my temple after maneuvering me to turn to face him.

“Catch your breath, darling.” he cooed, wrapping his arms around me and running the tips of his fingers up and down my spine. “You were absolutely fantastic. Andrew’s basically just a pile of flesh and bone now.”

Andrew gave a breathy laugh and moved his hands behind his head, his elbows bent up. “Have fun watching, then, Alex?” He teased, a smile on his face.

Alex smirked and sighed out, pretending to mull over the question, then nodded. “A lovely time, as a matter of fact.”

They both laughed together and Andrew slowly sat up, hoisting himself off of the bed and rather standing next to it. I was still collapsed against Alex and he hummed and pressed a gentle kiss just behind my ear before laying me down on the plush mattress of the bed, stomach down.

He began to press small kisses against my skin, starting at the tip of my ear, then moving slowly down to the nape of my neck. I let out a heavy breath as he kissed my skin, feeling his hands gently hold my waist from above. His lips ran down my spine until he reached just above my hips, where he stopped and moved back up again.

Andrew sat back down on the bed next to where I was laying and intertwined his fingers through my hair and let out a long sigh, carding through the thick mass of hair atop my head. I hummed contentedly and allowed my eyes to flutter shut, taking a few deep breaths. We sat contentedly for a few minutes like this, and I caught my breath.

Alex’s hands eventually gave my waist a squeeze and he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “You ready?” He questioned, and I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded. Round three. I couldn’t say I was any type of upset about the prospect. I slowly sat up and turned around to face him, and he chuckled and shook his head.

“No need to face me. Lay down at the end of the bed, love, your head at the foot of it.”

I raised my eyebrows and then gave him a questioning look, confused as to why he could possibly want me there. “Why… For what?” I slowly asked.

He shrugged and smirked at me. “I’d just like to try something, yeah? Is that alright?”

I sighed and thought about it. What could he possibly want to try? The possibilities, frankly, seemed endless. It couldn’t have been anything too extreme, I was sure he’d be aware not to do anything ridiculous. It was already insane enough to have agreed to a threesome on a whim, at what was just meant to be a houseparty.

I sighed again and swallowed hard, putting aside my trepidation and allowing excitement to take over instead. “Yeah, alright.” I replied quietly, and made my way slowly to the end of the bed, laying down the way he’d instructed me to.

I watched Andrew get off of the bed and stand aside, looking at Alex expectantly, almost as if waiting for an instruction. Alex smirked and moved to kneel in between my legs, gently resting a hand on one of my ankles.

“May I?” he asked, his other hand resting on my upper thigh. I nodded and he slowly moved closer to me, my legs spreading out beneath him. His head came to press against my entrance and I sucked in a breath a little.

Andrew laughed quietly and kneeled on the ground at the foot of the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders, his thumbs moving to massage small circles into my muscles. “Ah, darling, relax, you’ve been so tense this whole time. Believe me, if you say the word, all this can stop or change in some way. Your consent, explicit consent , is what makes this fun, hm?”

I took a deep breath and nodded, swallowing hard again. A small smile appeared on my face. “Yeah, sure. You’re– no, you’re right.”

He nodded affirmatively from above me and let his hands rest gently on my shoulders even as the motions of his massaging stopped. I looked up at Alex, waiting for his movements.

“We good?” He asked quietly, his expression full of anticipation and excitement. I nodded, and his hands came up to grip my hips gently, and he was careful to make sure that his fingers did not touch the points at which Andrew had so deeply pressed into earlier that evening. He was more careful, slower about these things than Andrew tended to be. The way they contrasted each other was lovely, especially in this situation.

I felt Alex’s hips move forward, pushing his cock into me slowly. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as he buried himself into me, and I let out a heavy breath. I hadn’t taken much time to properly look at his cock, but based on the feeling, I could tell it was slightly thicker in diameter, about the width of his two thumbs put together side by side, and it stretched me slightly more.

I jolted a little as he slowly pulled back out of me, and he tutted under his breath. “Doll, you– fuck– god, you’re lovely, but you need to be still . I need you to be still for me, okay?” He murmured, and nodded towards Andrew.

I was confused about his nod towards Andrew until his hands gently came down to hold my wrists and pull my arms above my head.

Alex smiled a little, satisfied, and looked down at me, his hands more firmly holding my hips against the mattress. “Is it alright if we hold you like this, love?” he murmured, and I gulped and nodded. Ah, this is what he meant by try something. I didn’t mind at all, I was just surprised momentarily.

“Yes, this is fine. It’s definitely alright.”

His smile grew a little larger and he nodded decisively. “Good. You say anything at all about it, and we’ll stop. One word is all you need to say.”

“Got it.”

He set a comfortable pace, not necessarily slow, but not horribly fast either. He found a comfortable middle point that seemed to be working well for both of us. His hips snapped against mine, and I found myself squirming beneath the pressure of his hands on my hips and Andrew’s hands holding my wrists above my head.

I arched my back a little, rather unsuccessfully, and let out a pant. “Oh, god.” I whined, feeling a twisting in my stomach.

“Ah– darling, you’re doing so well. Fuck . Absolutely– absolutely amazing.” He rasped, his head falling back for a moment as we both became engulfed in the sensations of it all. His hands tightened slightly for a moment as he buried himself into me over and over again, rutting his hips into mine.

I continued to squirm, and Andrew chuckled lightly from behind and leaned over me to give my jaw a kiss and a nip. I let out a strangled noise and he ran his nose over my neck, Alex rubbing his thumbs in circles against my skin.

He pulled my hips down harder onto his, seating himself back on his haunches as he found a comfortable, but faster, pace. “How are you feeling, love?” he breathed out, his head falling forward with pleasure, his eyes closing for a few moments.

I tried to string words together to properly form a sentence, but what came out amounted to what I could only describe as a whimpering type of moan. “I– Fine– Yes– oh, god. ” I almost sobbed, every sensation just piling on top of the one before it. I wanted so badly to move against him and make my clit rub up against his flesh properly, desperate to cum, yet I was being held down rather firmly.

He huffed out a response, his jaw clenching for a moment, the muscles in his neck straining. “ Christ , doll, you’re– god– Use your words. I don’t know what you need if you can’t say it, love.” he stuttered in between thrusts.

I whined and pressed my head firmly against the mattress, causing my neck to arch upwards. “I– fucking Christ – I want to cum–” I whimpered, my chest heaving. “Please?” I questioned, and he let out a low growl after I said please, his speed picking up rapidly.

“Good girl. Use your words.” He panted, his hands moving roughly down from my hips to my thighs, holding them in place around his waist as he set a brutal, but immensely satisfying pace.

I gasped in, then let out a cry, my body quaking beneath his as he drove himself in and out of me, almost frantic in his movements.

“ Christ almighty– Alex, god . Oh fuck, just like that, just there.” I gasped, my wrists straining against Andrew’s grip. He chuckled a little bit more darkly and leaned forward to kiss my forehead and then moved to nip at the tip of my ear.

“You sound nice, love. Especially with his name in your mouth, you know?” he muttered quietly, his thumbs moving in circles around my wrists.

A shiver went down my spine and a pool of fire started gathering in my stomach, and I almost sobbed again at the feeling of everything. Alex continued to slam into me, his pace unrelenting. I gasped in a breath, convulsing around him, my brain going fuzzy and my vision feeling starry as I toppled over the cliff I’d been teetering on and into the valley of my orgasm, panting and moaning beneath him.

He let out a deep, passionate sound, and his hands clutched my thighs and he stilled me. His pace stuttered and slowed down, until he stopped and threw his head back.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he growled. “You are really something else.” he slowly pulled out of me and both of their hands came off of me, and I melted into the bed, my breathing heavy.

I didn’t think I’d ever felt so spent, yet so satisfied in my entire life. I sighed out and propped myself up on my elbows, slowly. I glanced around myself. Alex had collapsed backwards onto the bed and Andrew wasn’t too far off, sitting in the armchair in one corner of the room, his breathing gentle. I laughed lightly and collapsed backwards again, shaking my head in disbelief.

Andrew stirred after a few moments and walked over to me, offering a hand. “Come on, love, let’s get you clean and comfortable.” he muttered, a gentle smile on his face.

I took his hand and stood up, sighing gently. “I suppose that is the correct course of action.”

He took me to the bathroom and started the shower for me, giving me soap and helping me into the tub, since my muscles were immensely weak and immensely sore at the time. That’ll happen when you do… whatever that was.

His hands ran through my hair gently, with shampoo and conditioner to get it washed properly. Andrew had a lot of hair, he knew how to handle the basics. He had to or else he’d look absolutely horrific all the time.

Around half an hour later, we’d both managed to get clean, and soon enough, he’d managed to kick Alex out of the guest room to go get cleaned up as well. I curled up in the bed, wearing one of Andrew’s shirts as pajamas, and let out a deep sigh.

We each went our separate ways that night for sleeping, as Andrew had purchased a needlessly large house for himself, and went to bed. It was some of the best sleep I’d ever had in my life.

The next morning, as I was walking out of his home, I turned to him and laughed a little. “Same time next week?”

He gave me a non-answer, a smirk and a wink, and shrugged. “See ya later, bubbles.”

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marvelstoriesepic · 2 months ago

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Guyyyss, I just realized we’ve hit 3k followers and I am genuinely at a loss for words. I never expected to reach this number so soon, and now I’m sitting with my heart full to the brim, wow 🥹

I didn’t really have anything planned for this milestone yet (I thought there was still time lmao), but I couldn’t let this moment pass without saying a massive, heartfelt THANK YOU!!! Thank you for being here. For reading, for supporting, for sending the sweetest messages, for voting in polls, for screaming in the tags, and just existing here with me!! ❤︎❤︎ Each and every one of you is tucked into little corners of my heart and it makes me feel whole in ways I never thought words on a screen could.

Now, as some of you might already know, I have been planning a few fun things:

➸ A poll to let you decide which fic from my 2k drabble challenge deserves a second part. I’m hoping to put that up next week or the week after, we will see ❤︎

➸ I’m also really excited about finally getting into the college athlete!Bucky x Reader series I have been thinking about for a while now, with allll the enemies to lovers tension your hearts can handle. Though I still have to work things out regarding this and might be putting up a poll for that concept very soon, possibly even today ❤︎

But those are just little things I had in the works anyway. Which is why I’d really love to celebrate properly with something bigger and more special. I’m not quite sure what that is yet, but I guess we’ll figure it out ❤︎

From the deepest depths of my soul, thank you so so much!! You are the brightest stars in my little universe, and I am endlessly lucky to have you orbiting here with me!! 💫

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xechu · 5 months ago

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a/n: A bit of a long post, but I thought I'd share some character notes I have of Sukuna from my au 'Cross My Heart'. I don't foresee myself writing anything that is related to Sukuna's past before him meeting reader, which is why I thought it would be nice to release some notes just to give him some more depth. This will have some little fun facts about Jin as well since they're twins. As you might be able to tell, I'm a bit invested in this au right now. But I am trying to work on my other fics, so you might not see anything else come out for CMH this upcoming week. x

tw: 18+ mdni, suggestive themes, mature themes, complicated family dynamics, death

cmh!sukuna - growing up & teen years

Their mother has always been out of the picture so it was just Wasuke, Jin, and Sukuna. Wasuke never mentioned much about their mother, it always seemed to be a sore topic. All they know is she's no longer alive.

Sukuna had always been kind of troubled as a kid and well into his teens. Finance has been tight growing up, so Jin and Sukuna had to work odd jobs since they were 13 until they were of legal working age, which then they would be on an actual payroll working minimum wage jobs.

Uraume knew both Jin and Sukuna since elementary school, but they have always been a little closer with Sukuna. They didn't attend the same high school as they attended another school in a different district, but they were still in contact with Sukuna.

In high school, Jin was the nerd, and Sukuna was just an edgelord that all the girls found very mysterious and alluring. Sukuna's height skyrocketed during this time as well, so he just naturally stood out. He was popular not because he aspired or tried to be - it just happened.

Given his physique, some teachers would also try to recruit him into sport teams, but Sukuna said no, because he had to work part-time after school.

Jin and Sukuna never talked to each other much. Even though they were in the same high school. People didn't even realize they were related because of how different they looked, until graduation when some students saw them taking pictures together with Wasuke.

Sukuna looks a lot like Wasuke, and Jin looks a lot like their mother.

There was a bit of resentment between the two brothers growing up, because Sukuna thought Jin was spineless, whereas Jin thought Sukuna was selfish.

To be honest, both Sukuna and Jin had a difficult time expressing their thoughts and feelings because Wasuke was pretty harsh on the boys growing up, but he also had a lot on his plate as a single father. Given Wasuke's curt nature, he didn't really know how to nurture children and did only what he thought was right.

Sukuna was easily agitated and explosive, versus Jin who bottled everything up and could be a bit reclused when things got too overwhelming.

Kaori and Jin were high school sweethearts. They met in the debate club during Jin's sophomore year. Kaori is one year older than Jin. Jin was not the argumentative type, but he decided to step out of his comfort zone, and try something new. Seeing how Jin is now, it's hard to believe he was incredibly shy in high school. Kaori had a lot to do with him being more expressive with his feelings and really getting him out of his shell.

cmh!sukuna - college days

Left home shortly after high school graduation. He got into a huge fight with Wasuke, because Sukuna wanted to go into trades instead of university. Jin was accepted into a prestigious ivy league university on full scholarship.

Wasuke had found Sukuna's acceptance letter to the same university in the bin, after Sukuna lied and said he didn't get accepted. Wasuke went into an explosive fit - he couldn't understand why his son was settling for 'less' and told him with that mentality he will amount to nothing.

Though Sukuna left home at 18 and seemingly hated his brother, he never changed his telephone number just in case one day Jin needed him.

College was when Sukuna really began to let loose and felt the full experience of freedom.

Lost his virginity to some random TA in his college, he couldn't even remember her name or face, until she approached him one day out of the blue and thought she was pregnant. They went to a health clinic and it turned out to be a false alarm. The TA wanted to continue the relationship on the down-low, but Sukuna dropped it.

Sukuna met Yorozu during his first year of college. Her band was prepping for a college event - they did a cover of ‘Smile Like You Mean It’ by The Killers, which initially piqued Sukuna’s interest

Yorozu and Sukuna hit it off quite well, it had a lot to do with their approach to life, and to be honest they were both kind of troubled at the time.

Toji and Shiu came into the picture shortly after, they met Yorozu during an elective course they all shared, and somehow the four of them all came together as a group even though they were from vastly different fields of studies. Toji and Shiu have known each other for a long time.

Yorozu's area of study - music (4 year), Shiu's area of study - international business (4 year), Toji's area of study - exercise science (3 year), Sukuna's area of study - automotive technician (apprenticeship program, 2 years)

cmh!sukuna - 20's, up to when he went to jail

When Sukuna was 21, he received a phone call from Jin. Wasuke passed away very abruptly. He came home from work one night and said that he had a headache, went to bed early and never woke up.

After going through Wasuke's stuff, they accidentally broke one of Wasuke's picture frames. The framed photo was from their high school graduation. Sukuna never saw the photo before, but Wasuke wore a big smile, one that Sukuna had never seen growing up. And when he looked closely, he could see that his father's gaze was actually on him in that photo.

On the back of the photo, Wasuke wrote a note to his late wife. "They grew up well. I tried my best though it would have been better if you were around, but they still managed to pave a path for themselves despite my shortcomings as their father. Jin is very much like you, while Ryomen reminds me much of myself. They are truly both our children. I am proud of them. I miss you, but the three of us are doing fine."

That revelation with the photo really fucked Sukuna up. That's when he also patched things up with Jin.

Jin graduated at 22 from an ivy league business school, and had this ambition of becoming an entrepreneur. At this point, Sukuna had already been working as a full-time mechanic for two years. Jin approached Sukuna with the idea and that's when they kickstarted their garage business.

The first year was quite difficult, but then afterwards it started picking up, eventually by their fifth year, business was booming. Jin was able to get married to Kaori, and bought a house to start their family. Sukuna bought two condos, and continued living his life of work hard, play hard, and just enjoying a commitment-free life.

Patching up his relationship with Jin and starting a business really saved Sukuna's life - and that's why he has so much respect for Jin and the business. It definitely curbed down his edginess and he felt less troubled, but he's far from a saint and knows there's still a lot he needs to work on.

A few months later, the altercation with the bad business deal happened and Sukuna went to jail for two and a half years.

Toji, Shiu, and Yorozu would occasionally visit him in jail

Jin and Kaori would visit Sukuna too, but Sukuna was the one to tell Jin and Kaori not to visit when they found out she was pregnant. "Don't worry about me, take care of the kid. I don't want a pregnant woman coming in and out of jail like that. I'll see you both and the kid when I'm out."

Writing © xechu - please do not redistribute, translate, or repost any of my works.

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readsaboutreid · 11 months ago

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Permanent Solution (part II) | S.R.

contains: lots of discussion of suicide, other typical criminal minds violence, heavy heavy angst but a happy ending (i promise!), MORGAN GETS REDEEMED

look i'm sorry to put spencer and reader through so much pain T-T but also i wanted to use my own negative thoughts in a better way than just stewing in them so i adapted them to fit this

i also had someone request that i tag them so i guess if you'd like for me to tag you in future posts lmk and i'll add you onto a taglist! when you request just specify if you want to be tagged for a specific part 2 (or continuation of a specific story) or tagged for any future fics :)

Spencer jolted awake, the faint ringing of his alarm clock dragging him out of sleep. He sat up and rubbed his sore neck, wondering why his alarm sounded like it was in a different room. And then the memories from the previous night came rushing back to him, and he realized that it sounded that way because it was, in fact, coming from a different room. He had fallen asleep on the couch, Dr. Mewshroom taking up (Y/N)’s usual place wrapped in his arms. He checked his phone, no missed calls from her (but about 20 from Garcia, and only one voicemail, also from Garcia), and the clock on its little digital screen told him it was 6:30 AM. He got up and went into the bedroom, checking to see if maybe she had decided against waking him. Anxiety rushed through his veins when he saw the empty bed, and he called her phone again, which rang four times before going to voicemail.

“Hi, you’ve reached the voicemail of Dr. (Y/L/N), I can’t come to the phone right now but if you leave your name and number, I’ll return your call as soon as I am able. Thanks!” Beep.

He swallowed, struggling around the lump forming in his throat. He got a call from Hotch right as he started getting dressed for a day off (much earned after their last case). “I’m sorry, Reid, but I need you and (Y/L/N) here immediately. We have a new case, local, and we need all hands on deck for this one. I need you two in the briefing room in 20 minutes.” Spencer groaned internally at the prospect of back-to-back cases but confirmed that he’d be there. Then, he covered for (Y/N)’s absence. He said that she was sick and couldn’t leave the bathroom for longer than five minutes at a time and that seemed to be all the convincing Hotch would need. “Since the case is local that’s fine, she can join us when she recovers. But get here ASAP, Reid.” Click.

Spencer took a deep breath to calm the anxiety bubbling in his gut and chest. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it hadn’t happened since they had moved in together five months ago. Since she had stopped taking The Walk. He took a deep breath and assured himself that the chances of (Y?N) being missing were slim-to-none.

Spencer walked through the glass doors of the BAU and hurried to the round table, the last one of the team to enter. He nodded to Garcia, Prentiss (who looked like she had a very fun mystery date the previous night), Hotch, and Rossi. He pointedly ignored the greetings of both JJ and Morgan, the latter rolling his eyes slightly at the passive aggressive behavior.

“Reid, glad you could make it. Okay JJ, fill us in,” Hotch nodded to JJ, who stepped forward and placed a file in front of each of them.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Penelope asked Spencer, giving him a confused and worried look. He avoided her gaze as he muttered something about her having a stomach bug while he took his seat.

“Last night, a body turned up in the Anacostia River, near the 11th Street bridge,” JJ began as she placed files in front of each of them. Spencer’s blood ran cold, and his stomach dropped at her words. Not there, anywhere but there.

“It’s the third body they’ve found this month, and the timeframe between bodies seems to be around the same each time, one week. All the victims are female, mid-to-late 20s, and all three had a history of multiple suicide attempts," she explained, pulling up some of the crime scene photos on the projector in front of them.

“Hold up, JJ,” Morgan interjected, “if all three victims have a history of suicidal tendencies, how do we know these aren’t just run-of-the-mill suicides?”

“Each body was disposed of in a large black trash bag,” Hotch explained.

“That and they found evidence of torture as well as ligature marks on the wrist and ankle of each of the victims,” she elaborated, switching the slide to show some of the coroner’s photos. Electrical burns littered the torso of the victim on the slide, and Spencer's stomach churned at the sight. She looked so much like (Y/N) it was uncanny.

“Each victim has a similar build and they've all got the same hair cut and color,” Prentiss observed, “maybe a surrogate for the Unsub’s real target?” Please, no.

"Could be a mother or girlfriend," Rossi speculated. "Do the DC police have any idea of where he's taking his victims from, or is it just the dump site that they know? And are there any witnesses?"

"Until last night, the victims had all been taken from their homes with no witnesses on what the police assume were the same nights the previous victims' bodies had been dumped," JJ answered, "but last night he seems to have escalated and abducted someone straight from the bridge itself according to a nearby eyewitness, a man who had been out for a late night jog. They found this—" she clicked to the next slide, "at the scene, along with the victim's cell phone, both of which have been bagged as evidence and are at the local precinct."

Spencer’s world came to a crashing, burning halt. In the image on the screen was a rather generic looking, but still all too familiar, green knit cardigan and black cell phone with a cracked screen. No one else had seemed to put it together yet, except perhaps Rossi, who had shifted his gaze to Spencer.

"Do we know the identity of the most recent abductee—" Prentiss had started to ask before Spencer had to stand and run to the trash can to vomit.

"That's some stomach virus," Rossi mused, giving Spencer a concerned and knowing look.

"Reid? Are you alri—" Prentiss was cut off again, this time by Hotch.

"Prentiss, Morgan, go to the location where the bodies were found, and the most recent victim abducted. Track down the eye witness through any means possible and interview him. Rossi and JJ, you two head to the precinct. Reid, my office. Now." Hotch issued the orders with a deeper sense of urgency than usual. Spencer stood and shakily walked to Hotch's office after the rest of the team had hurried off, and as soon as Hotch entered and closed the door behind him Spencer’s legs gave out, leaving him to collapse onto his knees.

"Talk,” Hotch said, his tone dangerously quiet.

"(Y/N)'s not sick," he managed to choke out between the gasping sobs that now wracked his chest. "Di-didn't— come home— last night," his words were punctuated by gasping breaths. "M-my sweater— wearing my sweater—" he couldn't breathe, and his vision was like looking through a tunnel, the edges getting darker and pushing in more and more with each second, he struggled to inhale. He shouldn't have gone home last night. He should have gone after her.

"And you have reason to believe she was at the 11th Street bridge?" Hotch questioned.

"She used to walk there every night," Spencer jumped at the sound of Garcia's hollow voice coming from behind him. He hadn't even noticed her come in through his panicked haze. "When she first started here. It's why she always looked so tired those first five months, because she'd barely sleep. She'd walk there and pace back and forth along the bridge. Sometimes she'd just sit on the railing."

"Sh-she hasn't been there in months," Spencer's voice was hoarse, "but last night she— something happened that upset her and she walked off—" another round of sobs forced their way out. "Hotch, he's gonna—" Spencer reached for the trash can next to Hotch's desk and vomited again, and again.

"Spencer," Hotch knelt in front of the young agent, gently moving the trash can to the side. "Deep breaths. I know you're terrified. If you need to take yourself off the case, don't worry. We'll find her."

"Off the case?" He panted, trying to steady his breathing.

"Well you're clearly in no state to be doing much of anything. I don't think anyone on the team would blame you for having to step back on this one," Hotch reasoned.

"What? No, no I've got to find her!" He felt his head clearing a bit as his breathing finally returned to a normal rhythm, his vision slowly returning until he could see the full room properly.

"Reid, are you sure that’s a good idea—"

"Hotch," Spencer interrupted, "I can't just do nothing while he tor—" he reached for the trashcan and vomited yet again at the thought of what the Unsub was going to do to her, what he probably already was doing to her; he was honestly surprised there was anything left for his stomach to throw up at this point. “I can’t just sit by and watch, knowing that every second she’s there with him she’s being subjected to one sort of torture or another.”

Hotch paused and observed Spencer briefly before he rose to his feet and offered Spencer a hand to help him stand, as well. “Take a few minutes to compose yourself and then meet me at the SUV downstairs. We’ll head to the precinct together and you can fill me in on what happened that upset her last night. It might help with the victimology, which you’re going to be working on with me for now since you know (Y/N) better than anyone else.”

“Thank you, Hotch,” Spencer managed to force out, the words quiet and trembling. Hotch left the office and Garcia lingered, giving Spencer a look of pure sorrow.

“I— I’m so sorry, Spencer,” she began, an echo of their conversation outside of the bar last night.

“Garcia, this isn’t your fault,” he responded, continuing the reprisal.

“When you didn’t call me last night I—I just figured that you two had—I don't know—kissed and made up and fallen asleep, I didn’t realize that she never even made it home,” her voice broke on the very last word, and her hand shot up to her mouth as sobs began to escape. Spencer’s legs were still shaky, but he managed to cross the room to her and give her a tight embrace. “I—no, you shouldn’t have to comfort me right now, Spencer, I’m sorry!”

“Consider this me returning the favor from yesterday,” he muttered, his own voice tearful while he kept holding on to her. He swallowed around the lump in his throat.

“Spencer, you have to find her before he can—”

“I know. I will,” he said, trying his very best to sound determined. Instead, his voice came out sounding more like that of a frightened boy than a grown FBI agent.

“What’s going on with Reid?” Emily asked Derek, giving him a quizzical look from the passenger seat of the SUV.

“Last night I sort of went off on (Y/N) after one too many glasses of whiskey and I may have told her nobody wanted her there,” he confessed, shame swirling in his head as he drove. He didn’t really dislike her; he found her demeanor slightly off-putting, but he had felt the same way about Reid when he first joined the team, and she was an excellent profiler, so the least he could do was give (Y/N) the same benefit of the doubt he had given Reid. “Garcia tore me a new one after he had come back into the bar and told us that she had broken things off between them because of my...outburst.”

“Damn it, Morgan,” Emily muttered, flipping through the file in her hands. “You see, this is why we can’t have nice things!”

“Look, look, I know I was wrong about what I said to her, but I can’t turn back the clock. I’ll just have to find her and apologize once she’s feeling better.” They approached the 11th Street bridge, and he stopped the car and put it in park. They both stepped out into the crisp morning air, a light fog slightly obscuring their vision.

“According to the witness statement, this guy was out for a late-night jog when he called the non-emergency police line after seeing a man toss what the was presumed to be trash into the river in a giant black trash bag,” Emily recited what she had read from the file on the drive there. “But he called 911 when he said he heard what sounded like the start of a scream and then saw the struggle before saying the woman went entirely limp. Report says he tried to catch up with the Unsub, who then got into an unmarked black van and drove away.”

"Looks like the CSI team may have missed something," Derek called out to Emily as he caught a glimpse of what looked like an earring and some dried blood under some fallen leaves on the bridge. He snapped a glove onto his hand, and when he pushed the leaves aside he felt his blood run cold. He'd recognize this earring anywhere. "Oh, no."

"I-I like your earrings," a soft, small voice spoke from behind Derek and Penelope as they did their morning flirting routine. They both turned and saw the newest member of the team looking shyly at Penelope.

"Oh these? Thanks! You know, I could make you a pair if you'd like," Garcia smiled at (Y/N), whose eyes widened in panic.

"O-oh! No, don't worry, y-you don't n-n-need to trouble yourself like that!" The young agent hurried off in a panic.

"That was...weird," Derek mused to himself as he walked to his desk.

"I guess she decided to take up Garcia's offer on a pair of her own after all," he muttered, his voice sorrowful.

"What'd you find, Morgan?" Emily asked as she made her way over. "Is that one of Garcia's earrings? How'd that get here?"

"She had offered to make a pair for (Y/N) right around the time she joined the team," Derek explained before looking up to find Emily's face falling at the realization.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "Bag that, I'll call Hotch and let him know what we found."

"I'll also call Garcia, ask her to get the address of the witness. We got to get (Y/N) out of there ASAP." Derek pulled out his phone and dialed Garcia.

"What, Derek?" She snapped, and Derek had to fight every urge in his body to playfully argue with her to try to lessen her anger with him. There were more pressing things he had to talk about right now.

"Hey, Garcia, we found something at the scene," he began, "it was, uh, an earring you had made for (Y/L/N) from the looks of it. Got a little bit of dried blood on the post." He took in a deep breath before adding on, "I'm sorry." The line was silent for a minute before she finally spoke again.

"Poor Reid," she whispered, her voice tearful. He could hear her take a shaky breath before she asked, "what, uh, what do you need me to do?"

"I need the address of the witness, a man named Jonathan Levi," he he explained.

"Yeah, uh, yeah I can get that for you right now," she said, her voice growing stronger. He could almost see her wiping her tears from her cheeks as he heard her sniffle on the other end. "I'm sending it to your phone now. And Derek?"

"Yeah, baby girl?"

"You find this son of a bitch," she said before the line disconnected.

"We will," he said to himself.

"Prentiss," Hotch's voice came through Emily's cell phone, "what have you been able to learn from the crime scene?"

"Uh, well not very much, yet. Morgan's calling Garcia to get the address of the witness so we can interview him," she answered, trying to keep her voice from sounding shaky. She failed.

''But?" Hotch pressed.

"...but we did find an earring with some dried blood on the post that was missed under some leaves," she added, swallowing nearly audibly. "Earrings that—that Morgan thinks Garcia had made for (Y/L/N) a little while back."

"Thanks, Prentiss. I've got Reid with me, I'll let him know what you've found," Hotch said before the line disconnected.

"—yeah, baby girl?" She heard from where Morgan stood, followed by a determined, "We will."

"Prentiss!" He called out, heading to the black SUV. "Garcia sent me the address, can you drive?" He tossed her the keys and she caught them, jogging over to the drivers' seat.

"Reid, you doing okay?" Rossi asked him as they rushed to the home they had finally tracked the Unsub to.

"I—I just—," he stammered, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I just hope we get to her in time." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"We know he keeps them for a week. It's only been three days," Spencer felt Rossi's hand land on his shoulder. "She's a fighter, Spencer. You know that better than anyone else here."

The address Garcia had tracked down for them led them to the fairly large but still dilapidated house of a man named Andrew Warren, a CNA at a local mental facility who lost his parents in a double suicide as a child, and then his older sister to suicide a month ago after she had gone through multiple rounds of ECT as a teenager in the 1990s.

The other SUV containing Prentiss, JJ, and Morgan arrived at the house slightly before theirs and Spencer could see as his coworkers stopped the car and raced towards the door of the house. Morgan kicked down the door and raced inside right as Hotch put their vehicle in park and Spencer was out of the door before he could hear any of Hotch's orders. He didn't care about orders, right now. All he cared about was getting the love of his life to safety.

As he ran over the threshold of the house, he heard shouting coming from up a bunch of old stairs. He took the steps two at a time and he went up each floor until he finally reached what seemed to be the third floor landing. The shouting became more distinct as he approached and he could make out Morgan negotiating with the Unsub.

"She's weak," the Unsub spat, followed by a whimper from (Y/N) that sent a stab of pure fear through his gut. "Weak members of our species like her need to be removed from the gene pool."

"Drop the knife, Andrew," Spencer heard Morgan say in a calm voice as he rounded the final corner and the entire situation came into his view. The Unsub had (Y/N) in front of him with a knife held to her throat, both of them standing before a large, open window. She was in nothing but her underwear and bra and had multiple electrical burns marring her skin. (Y/N) made eye contact with Spencer and tears started streaking down her cheeks as she mouthed I'm sorry to him, sending a crack through his chest.

"Don't come any closer!" The Unsub screamed as he finally noticed Spencer approaching with his gun drawn. Spencer's eyes widened as he slowly put his gun back into the holster and then raised his hands just as slowly. He halted his steps and took a deep breath.

"It's okay, Andrew," Spencer attempted to sound calm and collected through his panic. "I'm just trying to help."

Spencer looked around the room at JJ and Prentiss who were flanking Morgan in the center, both with their guns drawn. He could hear Hotch and Rossi approaching behind him and he turned and softly told them, "stay back." He then started slowly approaching again as he turned to the Unsub. "I know what you've been through, Andrew," he said, his voice steadier than he thought it would be.

"You lost your parents in a double suicide when you and your sister were little. Your foster parents would torment you and your sister and blamed you both for the way you reacted to the trauma you had been through and your sister ended up institutionalized after a suicide attempt at 17. Once she got out and took custody of you when she turned 18 and you were 16, she had trouble being able to keep up with everything. She started harming herself," Spencer took another shaky breath as he slowly continued forward, watching as tears welled in Andrew's eyes. "And then you lost her, too, when she jumped from the 11th Street bridge a month ago."

"Sh-she was weak, just like my mom and dad." Andrew responded, but his voice cracked and faltered.

"No, Andrew, they weren't weak. They were sick," Spencer reasoned with him. "Your sister was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, just like your parents. She was sick and in pain. She wasn't weak."

"She was weak," Andrew said. "She left me here all alone!"

"I know," Spencer said, the slightest amount of relief sparking within him as the knife at (Y/N)'s throat began to lower. "I know she did. You can't blame yourself, though, Andrew. It's not your fault. They needed help that you couldn't give by yourself, and that's not your fault. Just let her go and we can get you the help that you need." He pleaded with him, his voice wavering slightly as he looked (Y/N) in the eye again and saw all of the fear and pain radiating from them.

"No," Andrew responded as tears streaked down his face. "I can't—" As he raised the knife back to (Y/N)'s neck, Spencer heard the sound of gunfire and watched in terror as Andrew started to fall backward with his arms still around (Y/N). Spencer tried to run to her but didn't make it before they fell through the open window.

"No!" Morgan shouted as he lunged forward, grabbing (Y/N)'s hand right as she fell backward out the window. Andrew's lifeless body plummeted to the ground beneath them, landing with a crunch. "Hold on, (Y/L/N), I've got you!" He called to her as she dangled from the window, his hand her only lifeline.

Spencer rushed forward to his side before reaching his own hand out the window toward (Y/N), and together they pulled her back up through the window. They moved back and Morgan closed the window as Spencer wrapped (Y/N) into his arms while she sobbed in relief.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered into his chest over and over. Spencer just held her close and kept assuring her that she had nothing to apologize for.

I sat on the back lip of the ambulance, a blanket around my shoulders in some borrowed clothes. Spencer refused to leave my side until he was called away by Hotch. "I'll be right back, okay, love?" He looked at me before giving my forehead a soft, gentle kiss and then walked over to our boss.

"(Y/N)," I heard from a few feet away. I turned and was faced with Derek Morgan.

"M-Morgan," I stammered as my eyes widened. "I-I'm so sorry—"

"Stop, (Y/N). You don't have to apologize to me for anything," he started, "I'm the one who needs to be apologizing for my behavior."

"I—you just kept me from being dragged out of a window and likely breaking my neck. You don't owe me anything. I owe you my life." I muttered, looking at the ground.

"You don't owe me anything. I did the same thing for you that I would have done for any other member of this team," he looked at me while I kept my gaze on the ground in front of me. "Look at me, (Y/N)." I looked at him and he looked me right in the eye as he said, "my behavior the other night was uncalled for. "This team is a family, and you are a vital part of that family. We need you, Spencer needs you, and I'm so, so sorry. I hope that you'll let me try to make it up to you in the future."

Vital. He called me vital. That word clanged through me and I broke down crying again. He wrapped me in a bear hug and apologized again. "Th-thank you, Derek." I said, my voice small as I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him in return.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he said one more time before releasing me. The paramedics approached and asked if anyone was going to accompany me to the hospital.

"Reid!" Morgan called to Spencer, who had just finished up with Hotch. Spencer raced back to us, his eyes widening and growing concerned when he saw my fresh tears.

"What's wrong?! Is everything okay?" He asked as he gently grabbed me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes. I closed my eyes and nodded, unable to form any words. Vital. I'd never felt that I was wanted or needed anywhere I'd been in my life, much less vital to anyone or anything.

"Paramedics wanna know if you're gonna accompany her to the hospital," Morgan explained, and Spencer agreed in a heartbeat. I was then loaded onto a gurney and into the ambulance, one of the paramedics and Spencer following behind.

Vital. As I looked at Spencer, he grabbed by hand and pulled it up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back. "I'm so happy you're alive," Spencer whispered to me, his hand moving to stroke some of my hair out of my face. "I love you, (Y/N)."

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fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: biker austin butler x female reader word count: 3425 warnings: possessive behavior. p in v sex ( unprotected ). biker austin. sex in front of a mirror. virginity sex. implied past oral ( m and f receiving ). implied depression-ish on austin's part. stomach bulges caused by cocks. me mildly fudging what a first time feels like though truthfully they come in all shapes and sizes. author’s note: welcome to day 12 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, virginity kink/innocence kink with austin butler. so i went biker austin with this because uh i was really struggling with this prompt and that's where the writing flowed. consider this kind of a precursor to the day two fic of show 'em. beyond that, i do hope y'all enjoy and if you uh saw the naked version of this fic. no you didn't. i also am mildly unsure i stuck to this prompt. but i think i have mentioned austin is a little harder for me to write nowadays for a number of reasons so it kind of was me going with what i could write versus deleting ten more drafts. also this is one of two fics getting posted today, because hey, cold had me down for the count for a while so why not feed y'all twice in one day.

You're not the type Austin usually goes for and he figures maybe that's a part of your charm. Figures that if you were like every other woman who's wanted to crawl onto his bike, he'd have taken you to bed and been done with you. Sure, he'd have treated you right but Austin— wouldn't have stayed the night. He wouldn't have allowed himself to fall so head over heels for you that he'd give you everything you could even think to ask him for.

You are a light in the tunnel that is his life, a goal to strive for and a promise of perhaps making it on the straight and narrow. You were also perhaps one of the most innocent people he had ever met, one of the purest people he had ever met. An angel wrapped in sweaters and comfortable clothes to suit your mood. An angel who for some reason likes to spend almost all of your free time with him, brightening his days as much as you can. Tonight is no exception though for once he's not doing anything club related and can just focus on you.

The two of you rarely go on public dates, something about how he doesn't want people to use you against him and doesn't want you to be hurt until you've decided you truly want to be a part of his life as it is now. Until you realize just what being with him in this period of his life truly entails. Part of your charm may be that innocence and pure light that emanates from you but it's also something he couldn't bare to ruin in any way that was less than pleasurable.

Still, he makes exceptions for important dates and what was more important than your anniversary. Those sort of things deserved a proper date with you curled against him inhaling his natural musk and cologne. He could move his head and smell your shampoo and just this once he could allow the both of you to enjoy a simple date. Nothing could have prepared him for the present you were going to give him tonight.

The thing about you that you've told Austin before is that you're a virgin. At the time he had laughed a little and made a joke about that's why you were so sweet and innocent only to earn a subtle slap to his arm and a warming of your skin that had him kissing any embarrassment you had away. It's not that you hadn't wanted to lose it, but when one grows up religious you either are promiscuous in spite of your parents' desires or you aren't. In college you had thought it was going to happen eventually, that you'd meet someone that maybe you'd fall in love with and they'd take your virginity or perhaps you'd lose it at a party or just some way that wasn't too heinous.

Life happens though and you were always too busy, even through law school you found yourself so busy and with nary a moment to yourself. You suppose it's funny how you met Austin so soon after finishing law school and finding a job. If you were the type to believe in fate you'd have said that you were destined to meet Austin then and only then. You're not, though and it's merely a coincidence— a happy one, mind— but a coincidence nonetheless. Whatever the case was, over the past year you've realized that you and Austin need each other— not in a sort of codependent way but one where you bring out the best in each other.

He's never pressed for you to have sex with him, sure the two of you have fooled around, with him between your legs his tongue on your clit and you between his legs, tongue tracing the veins of his cock and inhaling the unique musk from between his legs. But going all the way hasn't been something you've ever felt he needed you to do— were required to do to keep him in your bed. Perhaps that's why you found yourself finally read to actually go all the way with him. Perhaps that's why you felt the need for everything to be special. It's not that you needed to be. But after the amount of waiting Austin has gone through and after the patience he had shown you, it only seemed prudent to make sure both of you could take your time. It seemed like a good idea to allow him to show you the pleasure you had only been given hints of before.

It's for all those reasons that you found yourself opening your door in a new dress with a simple pair of matching white underwear underneath. Austin would enjoy the laugh, you think, his virginal girlfriend all dolled up in white panties. Probably make a joke about how he didn't think you could still wear them after all the times he had tasted your release on his tongue.

Austin's gaze has your heart fluttering inside your chest. The man who always looks so tough and tries to keep himself shuttered is looking at you as if you've hung the moon, the stars and everything in between. If you look hard enough there's even a hint of hunger for you but it's gone in a flash as he smiles. "You look nice."

A shrug is your only response as you step outside and pull him into a hug as you shut your door. "It's date night, why wouldn't I?" You smile back and bite at your lip. "Aus?"

His eyes for a moment stop flitting around the area, checking for anything that could cause you harm before he stares you down. "Hm?"

"After dinner, do you mind staying the night? I— I have a surprise I think you might enjoy." A surprise you hope he'll enjoy. A surprise you hope both of you can enjoy against your sheets or against the wall. A shudder passes through you at the image as Austin frowns, moving to take off his jacket.

"Here take—" his mouth opens to speak only to have you swatting his hands away. "Got it, you don't want the jacket. I— Of course I'll stay the night. Especially if you have a surprise for me. You know you didn't have—"

You cut him off with a short kiss, shaking your head. "It's our anniversary, I wanted to get you something. Besides, I think— You'll really like this surprise."

Without missing a beat, Austin wraps his arm around your shoulder and kisses the top of your head, pulling you close to his chest as you both start to walk to his bike. "Can I get a hint?"

What happens for most of the dinner is Austin trying and failing to guess just what surprise you had in store through mouthfuls of food and through causal brushes of his hand against your body. The brushes shouldn't have you on edge and yet they do, igniting embers low in your abdomen as you see Austin pout like he's just a normal man.

That— That more than anything confirms that you're making the right choice by giving this to him. He may be a biker and may be the sort of man you could have never seen yourself with before but at his heart he's still just the guy who treats you better than anyone else has before. If one earned another's virginity he would have earned yours in spades.

Normally when you ride back, Austin has you behind him, always wanting to feel your arms around his waist squeezing tight when he takes a tight turn or when he goes just that little too fast. Tonight though, tonight he chooses to behind you, his arms and body enveloping yours in a way that you've felt when he hugs you. This though? This is something else entirely, the vibration of the motorcycle earning a gasp or two from you as you press against Austin's front. You swear you feel him getting harder against you and you nearly groan from the knowledge. Instead you try and focus on Austin's body heat and what you plan on doing with him the second you get home.

The ride feels longer than it ever has before and yet when it ends you both leisurely slide off his motorcycle as if you're both not so keyed up that you're practically vibrating despite the lack of a motor between your legs. Speaking isn't something you want to do, not until you're inside and Austin doesn't appear to be much better. When the door finally shuts you watch as he leans against it, resisting the urge to touch you.

"So, what exactly is this surprise?" Your answer won't change anything from the look in Austin's eyes and yet you can't help the way you cast your eyes down, mildly embarrassed. It's best to rip the band-aid off, isn't it?

"I— I want to have sex with you. Like— full penetrative—"

Austin cuts you off with a kiss that you gasp into, the way he crossed the distance between the two of you startling you. His tongue caresses yours, soft and gentle almost as if he figures you might break if he goes any harder before he pulls away. "You want my cock in that—"

"In my— uh what do you call it? Gorgeous pussy?" The words leave your mouth casually as if you had told Austin the weather outside and the look on his face has you giggling lightly. His mouth is open just ever so slightly allowing you to see that pink tongue of his and practically see the way he's salivating for you. "That's what you call her, right?"

There's an innocence in the question that has Austin pulling you in for another kiss and pressing the full front of his body against you. It is what he calls her and yet you're asking him to make sure. You're asking him as if you haven't had your hands in his hair yanking and crying out when he mutters sweet nothings against it. A whine leaves your lips when you try to grind up against him only to have his hand on your hip stop you. "You're sure? Babe— If you're not— I can't stop myself if I start."

Your hand moves down between the two of you and Austin has nary a minute before he feels your hand cupping him through his jeans. A groan leaves his parted lips and you are powerful. Maybe it's just the rush from hearing Austin's groan but maybe that's what losing your virginity is supposed to be, realizing you have the power to bring someone to their knees just because they love one body part of yours so intensely it could burn them. His cock feels so heavy in your hand and your chest heaves not once, not twice but three times as you mouth at his jaw, his stubble tickling you just a tad.

"This is your surprise. I— I want to feel you inside of me. Feel how it is to take your cock inside more than just my mouth." If there's more words inside your head or in your mouth, they're completely eviscerated by Austin's simple action of picking you up with a grunt, shifting your body weight so that you can try to wrap your thighs around his waist. All you hear is Austin mumbling something against your neck that sounds like "all mine."

Austin's low and almost choked off moan when he starts to pull up your dress after he's gotten you on the bed. Your whites panties are exposed bit by bit until Austin sees them fully and freezes. You had had planned this down to the point of making yourself seem as virginal as possible. You made yourself seem like the purest of them all just for tonight. He hates to ruin the panties but he can't— he can't wait to drag them off your body and instead just slides them off to the side, marveling in the way you shiver at the motion.

"I gotcha," Austin pants as he starts to slide with painstaking slowness into you, watching your face for any minute changes to tell him he's hurting you. "You're— Can't believe you're letting me do this for you." To you, he means but he knows you'll understand the sentiment.

"Why— wouldn't I?" Your breath catches as he thrusts completely in, earning a moan as your body takes in the burn and stretch of his cock. "You're— You'd never hurt me."

Intentionally or unintentionally, if you're being honest with yourself. It's one of so many reasons you knew you could trust him with this. The reason you could trust him to show you the unique pleasure that comes from your first time being fucked by another person. He could coax you through any pain and discomfort you feel.

A low growl leaves his lips that he tries to muffle against your neck. Hearing these words come from you feels like praise and it spurs him to do even better, to make sure even if you leave him you'll never forget this night. His hand moves down to play ever so lightly with your clit even as his cock brushes against it with every thrust.

"I wouldn't. I'd never hurt someone who looks as gorgeous on my cock as you do," Austin murmurs, watching as your eyes roll back into your head for a moment. "I dreamed about this. Woke up with my hand on my cock, wishing it was you. You're taking me so well, babe. Natural. You're— fuck— you're a natural at this."

You don't try to speak, instead letting the way your pussy clenches at the praise tell Austin just what his words are doing to you. He smiles even has he grunts, delighting in the reaction. "You like hearing that? Like hearing how you feel like you're made for my cock? How I'm so fucking thankful you waited to give this to me? How I'm honored?"

His fingers brush against your puffy clit softly and yet it feels as if he's pressed a live wire down against it, your thighs clenching on either side of his legs. It's too much and yet too little all at once. You try to move away, try and tell him that this is too much and yet Austin's a little bit ahead of you. "Let go, I'll— I've got you, remember? You're giving me this on our anniversary. I'll— Let go. Let me see you come on my cock like I've only ever dreamed of."

Somehow those are the magic words for you, somehow like a command you find yourself leaning back, head thumping against the pillow behind you as Austin fucks you slowly through your orgasm, watching as pleasure he's seen before on your face take on a new form in this one instant. If he wasn't already almost irrevocably in love with you— he would be now. This would have had him on his knees worshipping you until you fell into his arms. Instead he watches you come with a silent cry with him following not too far behind as your pretty pussy clenches around him. He looks at you nearly fucked out and the mirror hanging on the wall and gets an idea.

His hand presses against the bulge he can see in your stomach and he marvels in how you practically keen at the sensation, your head flopping back against his chest. You've always been responsive but this is another thing entirely. It's another thing entirely to see your face in the mirror, pleasure covering every inch of your face.

"Babe, I want you to look at us. See what you look like with my cock inside you," Austin murmurs against your neck, lips pressing wet kisses all around it. He watches as you move your head back down and try to focus on the mirror, gasping as you see the outline of his cock pressing against your lower stomach. "You see it? See how full of me you are? See what I'm doing to you."

Words are supposed to be your strong suit but you can't help but stutter out your response. "I— That's— Aus— You're right there. I can—" Your words stop for a moment only to be replaced with a low whine as he presses down. "You're— God, Aus, just, I can feel you. Why does this feel good?"

Because it shouldn't, you think. It shouldn't feel good and yet somehow it heightens every sensation you feel and somehow helps to overcome the occasional tightness you feel from this being your first time.

"I told you. You— It's like it was made for my cock." His answer is almost breathless, as he watches and feels the bulge as he thrusts. "Want— You need to see how much you're mine, how I'm making— No one is going to fuck you like this."

You shake your head almost violently in agreement. "I don't— oh— want anyone to. Just you. I want—" A whine leaves your lips after one particularly sharp thrust. "Old lady. Wanna be her."

Somewhere in the back of your head, you realize you sound incoherent with those words, but from the way one of Austin's hands tightens on your hip you figure he understands exactly what you mean. A shaky exhale leaves his mouth before he tries to nuzzle at your ear, hand petting your stomach. "Say that again."

"I wanna be your old lady." Except it still sounds half slurred as your pussy tries to clench around him, the feeling of his hands setting fire to every inch of your skin it touches. "Yours."

Austin ought to say something, ought to tell you that's the words he's wanted to hear for ages from your lips but he doesn't. Instead he nips at your earlobe and forces you to look up at the vision of the two of you in the mirror. "All mine? Never gonna be anyone else's?"

"No." You utter, watching your tits bounce with each thrust of his cock. You watch the sweat drip down your skin and slide against his body. You don't want to be anyone else's and this confirmed it and settled it. You're Austin's until he's through with you or one of you dies. Maybe it makes you silly and stupid but in this moment you're so in love with Austin Butler that the idea of not being by his side isn't one you ever want to contemplate.

Austin's hand that's been settled where his cock could be seen moves up to your chest, grabbing ahold of your breasts and forcing your body to stay upright and looking straight on into the mirror. He can see how you're panting, how your lips are spit slick and how your hair is a wild untamed mane that he caused. He did this to you, you've allowed him to have you look so debauched that he doubts he'll ever forget this moment of seeing you laid bare for him in front of the mirror with a white dress and white panties on the bed behind you. His eyes drift to from your almost forgotten about dress to you and back again before he feels you clench around him, whimpering something about how it's too much.

"Shh, I— I'm almost there. You've been so good to me, babe. So good to me." He praises you, his thrusts getting a little sloppier until you feel the warmth of his release inside you. Both of your legs are a little wobbly but somehow he manages to get you both to the bed. A groan of discomfort leaves your mouth as he starts to pull out, the sensation feeling as if you're being left empty even as you know the brush of his cock against any part of your swollen pussy or clit or labia is too much right now. You reach out when he stands up, trying to get him to come back to bed only for him to return with a warm washcloth that he uses to gently clean you both up before flopping down next to you.

Without missing a beat you move to snuggle against his chest, his heartbeat a steady drum in your ears before he speaks. "I'm not letting you go."

You place a kiss to his chest, right where his heart is. "I don't want you to."

taglist: @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @prompted-wordsmith, @lookingforrainbows, @araxw, @thatbanditqueen, @ellie-24, @austinbutlersgirl67, @heartbrake-hotel, @ccab, @18lkpeters, @slutforsomegoodlettuce, @dkayfixates, @kendralavon7, @chasingwildflowers, @slowsweetlove, @kxnnxy, @meetmeatyourworst, @purejasmine, @stylespresleyhearted, @powerofelvis, @amydarcimarie, @thegettingbyp2, @austinswhitewolf, @richardslady121 if i have not included you know it’s not meant to be a slight, it’s literally i don’t know if you want to be tagged as far as austin fics or elvis fics, drop me a comment or a message and i’ll add away tbh.

#austin butler #ally writes #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler smut #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #ally's wet hot smut summer #( which might as well be ally's wet hot smut summer + fall )

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karizard-ao3 · 4 months ago

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Anamnesis Playlist

First of all, I did not at all realize how freaking long this playlist is. 53 tracks! After I deleted some that made no sense that I didn't remember adding or why! Whew!

Anyway, let’s get to it.

Here is the full playlist. Let me know if you can’t open it. I switched from Spotify to Tidal and I’m not sure how sharing works. Their website says you’ll be able to select any platform to stream on, I am not sure if that’s true.

Song by song breakdown:

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Once upon a time while I was in school, I had to make a found footage music video for a song and I chose this one, then paired it with all the most disturbing (but not graphic - this was for school) video clips I could rip from YouTube. Thanks to that, and to other relevant life experiences at the time I made the video, that song took on an ominous feeling to me, and that’s why I used it the way I did in this fic.

I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) from Disney’s Hercules. This song just screams Mikasa in the fic for many reasons: she’s a musical theater nerd and would absolutely insert musical numbers into her daily life if she thought she could get away with it, she wants to be a voice actor, and she cannot admit she has feelings for Eren.

This December by Ricky Montgomery. I didn’t have a specific reason beyond that the vibe was right. It actually doesn’t work for the fic in a lot of ways, when you get right down to it, but it helped get me in the right mood.

Wannabe by the Spice Girls. This is because Eren must brave the gauntlet of Mikasa’s loyal roommates on his quest to win her heart.

Bad Child by Tones and I. This is how Mikasa felt about her family after she was rescued and returned home as a child.

Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. I like this song. That’s all.

Take Me To Church by Hozier. Eren basically worships Mikasa. And, honestly, so does her freak stalker, but he’s not a true devotee like Eren is. Eren would die for her and kill for her.

Jolene by Dolly Parton. Because Mikasa and Eren both are super insecure about each other’s past relationships/ hookups and think that they are second best.

Just Like Heaven by the Cure. This song reminded me of them because they are both lonely but still in love.

Morph by Twenty-One Pilots. Mikasa struggles to connect with herself ever since what happened to her as a kid. She doesn’t feel like her real self, but she also can’t quite remember who her real self was. To a lesser extent, this is also something Eren struggles with due to his mental health issues.

Overwhelmed (Ryan Mack Remix) by Ryan Mack. This made reminded me of Eren and his panic attacks and the way he will go off the deep end sometimes when he’s not on his medication.

Fallin’ For You by Colbie Caillat. Mikasa once she starts falling for Eren, although she is way more stressed about the fact than this upbeat song makes it seem like.

Snowman by Sia. I mean, they haven’t seen snow in years, but I feel like the cold represents a reprieve for them, for one thing, and I liked the push and pull between eternity and transience in the song. It seemed fitting. Like, “let’s fight to stay together even though the sun is waiting behind the clouds.”

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry. I think it’s a cute song and I think it suits how Mikasa starts to feel about Eren.

Where Is My Mind? by the Pixies. This reminded me of both Eren and Mikasa. Both of them feel alienated from their own thoughts sometimes, and I feel like they are both trying to find their real selves.

Heather by Conan Gray. Because Mikasa spends a good portion of the fic convinced that Eren was in love with his ex-girlfriend, Heather, and sulking about it.

My Girl by the Temptations. This is another song that gets referenced in the fic.

redesign by awfultune. This is an Eren song. He wants to be a different, healthier person, but he is the way he is.

Because of You by Kelly Clarkson. It’s not a great match lyrically, but the chorus reminds me of Mikasa’s feelings about [redacted] and the fear she still lives with as a result of what happened when she was nine.

All I Have to Do Is Dream by the Everly Brothers. This is all Armin and his Quantum Zee.

This Magic Moment by Jay & The Americans. I like oldies and I feel like this could totally be Eren’s feelings when he first hooks up with Mikasa, or it can be what Jean is drunkenly thinking when that thing happens at his apartment.

Memory from Cats. Mikasa is a musical nerd and she has dissociative amnesia so she thinks a lot about her past and how she used to be and how she’s changed and how she wants to change again. I feel like a lot of parts of this song would resonate with her. She probably sings it for auditions and stuff.

Miss Wanna Die by JubyPhonic. My kid was really into this song at the time and it ended up on a lot of the playlists I was making at the time. This really has nothing to do with the fic.

Smithereens by twenty one pilots. Eren would try to fight a titan for Mikasa.

idfc by blackbear. This is Eren and Mikasa towards each other when they’re both convinced the other one isn’t that into them. Trying to play it cool, but they’re both total wrecks.

I Wanna Be With You by Mandy Moore. I guess I added this when I was looking up Crush. I don’t remember doing it. I’m going to leave it on, though. It reminds me of watching TRL as a youth.

Crush by Mandy Moore. This is Reiner’s karaoke go-to song.

I Deserve To Bleed by Sushi Soucy. This is yet another Eren song. He hates himself so much and the intrusive thoughts don’t help.

despair by leo. This song is for Mikasa and her fear of commitment and romance.

Broken by Anson Seabra. This might as well be the Anamnesis theme song. Any time I was having a hard time getting into the right mindset, I’d put this on. I feel like it slightly more suits Eren as a character, but it worked for getting into the right space to write either of them. It captures that feeling of being unrecognizable to yourself and feeling worthless because of it.

Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me) by the Temptations. Eren after they first hooked up, when he was thinking he was going to get with Mikasa and live with her happily after only to find out that she doesn’t date.

When He Sees Me from the Waitress musical. This is because Mikasa is a musical theater with commitment issues and a crush on Eren.

die first from Nessa Barrett. Eremika’s private thoughts about each other after they realize their lives are actually in danger.

Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen. Once again, Mikasa is a musical nerd. I wanted to incorporate this into the fic because I felt like it would remind her of Eren, but I couldn’t fit it in in a natural way, so I didn’t. But if Mikasa were to make a playlist of love songs that make her think of Eren, she would put this track on it.

I’ll Have To Say I Love You In a Song by Jay Durias. This version is a cover, but I liked it the most out of all the versions I listened to. Mikasa physically can’t bring herself to say, “I love you” for trauma reasons. This song would also go on her Eren playlist.

The Boogie Monster by Gnarls Barkley. This is another Eren song. He is really enemies with his own self.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I feel like this is a very Eremika song in general.

Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine. This is a Mikasa song to me. She really wants to tell Eren how she feels about him, but she has to find other ways to show him how much he means to her.

everything sucks by vaultboy. This feels like an Armin song to me.

broken by lovelytheband. This is Mikasa when Jean was telling her what a psycho Eren is and she instantly became more interested in him.

Carry On by fun.. I put this one on the playlist because even though the characters in the fic are all dealing with some shit and often feel hopeless, overall they choose to keep going and trying to survive.

Yesterday (Remastered 2009) by the Beatles. This is a Mikasa-centric song. She misses her old self and how much easier life was and how much happier she was. She doesn’t know how to get it back or what changed, but I think she spends a lot of time longing to go back to how things were.

The Other Side from the Greatest Showman. This song gets referenced by Falco in the fic.

I Think I’m Going to Kill Myself by Elton John. Most of the characters want to die a little bit.

Murder! Murder! by American Murder Song. I think this is self explanatory.

Brave as a Noun by AJJ. This is how Eremika feel about their own mental illnesses and related struggles.

I Can’t Decide by the Scissor Sisters. [Redacted] wouldn’t listen to this song, but I think this is accurate to him.

Love You Madly by Cake. I think this is kind of a Mikasa song, although she would never say “I want to love you madly.” She does want to keep her feelings in the moment as much as possible and not think about it too deeply.

You Don’t Own Me by Lesley Gore. This is a song for Mikasa as well. It’s kind of her whole thing until she meets Eren.

Numb Little Bug by Em Beihold. Once again, the vibe was right.

Any Other World by MIKA. This is another one of those songs that reminds me of what Mikasa is going through feeling disconnected from her past self. I think that to her the time before what happened to her does feel like a different world and it’s a better one. I mean, that’s one of the reasons why I settled on Anamnesis for a title. It means “The remembering of things from a supposed previous existence.” It alludes to Mikasa’s amnesia, her feelings about her life before her trauma, Armin’s Quantum Zee use, and also a bit the fact that they all do have different lives in the alternate universes (even though those are more like concurrent existences).

Have a Seat, Misery by Shayfer James. Sometimes, you get comfortable with sadness and you start to embrace it. I feel like in some ways Mikasa is afraid to let go of hers.

As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese. There’s no nuclear apocalypse in this fic (beyond it being used as a setting in the hit YouTube sensation Nuclear Picnic) but I think there is a feeling of doom as the fic progresses and things get worse, and all Eremika want as things get shittier and shittier is each other. Whew! That was a project! I’ll get started on Bless This Mess next. If you haven’t yet and think you might want to take a foray into my stab at writing angst, you can read Anamnesis on AO3.

#eremika fanfic #anamnesis #fic playlist #my fanfic

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artistredfox · 1 month ago

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Sending along an ask chain! Send an ask to ten wonderful blogs :3

TURNABOUT: What's the top five AUs you've written for/thought about and why?

Hmm. I haven't actually written for many aus. Most of the stuff I write is pretty canon-compliant, actually, now that I'm thinking about it. Though, most of them are still wips I'm sitting on.

Anyway, aus.

I've got a reverse portal series that never really got off the ground, and I've witten for DarkLord's Double Cursed(and am writing for an au of that). Then there's shifter Stan, and MFA, and Horse Stan... and I think that's all the aus I've written for, actually.

I tried to write a frankenstan/ghost stan at one point but then I just. Didn't, lol.

Oh! And the post-portal timeloop I'm still working on. So Ive written for exactly 5 actually.

Each of them have their own merits that I enjoy writing them for, so ranking them is a bit hard... hmm.

Well I suppose I'll put horse Stan at 1, since I'm having a lot of fun with the innate comedy of "guy who doesn't realize the talking horse is real and thinks hes hallucinating". Fiddleford is really going through it.

Number 2 will be Double Cursed, since Wolf in Man's Clothing was super fun to write. And the au of an au is giving me a lot of excuses to make Ford spooky. Love a spooky Ford.

(Thinking of, does Feral Ford count as an au? I only ever write him feral, so I genuinely have no idea.)

Then for 3 I'll put... hm. I suppose I'll put Shifter Stan there. He's a fun little playdoh guy to squish around. Easy au to put my thoughts about Stan post-gun, and also make them Worse because his shape changes with his mind.

For 4... I'll put MFA at 4. I'm pleased with what it is so far, but the plot really fought me a whole lot of the way. An interesting au I have a lot of thoughts about, but I haven't been able to stitch them together cohesively yet.

And for 5 I'll put my reverse portal. Fun to think about, but theres a major sticking point in the form of 'Why the hell would Ford just leave him there for thirty years'. I have a oneshot at the end of the series completed, but I can't. Really do anything with it until people get context. So it's just sitting in my docs waiting for me to figure out that hangup.

I dont one to rank other aus 1-5 though, just because there's so many fun ones I could pick. Jerk Ford, and Watchdog, and bodyswap, and there's this one fic that has Stan and Ford as a person with DID that was super interesting, or timestuck(there's one I read that combined Timestuck & Better World, incomplete but super fun), or twins in time, or henchmaniac Ford, or-

...

I'll just stop there before I go on too long.

#amnesia shifter stan au #my fault alone au #horse stan #not really related but I mentioned them. so #redfox yaps

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nezz-cringe-crib · 1 year ago

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LAWLIGHT HEADCANONS LAWLIGHT HEADCANONS LAWLIGHT HEADCANONS PLSS

Share your winsdom with us mortals

ALSO- Some L angst maybe? I like seeing him suffer bc he is my favorite blorbo and I love making my blorbos suffer

(only if you are comfortable with it, ofc. Don't wanna push anything :) )

OOOOUGHH AAAAAA ABSOLUTELY

i always suck at giving hcs off the fly, but here's some i've thought up of before and like to think about instead of sleeping :333 (be warned that they're all pretty vanilla lolz. my hcs are basic. i just like my blorbos.)

Lawlight hcs:

blorbbooo tiiimmeeeee :33 - i personally really like fluffy lawlight things, but a lot of those are usually for aus and everything (since i can't see them being very fluffy in the normal death note plot). but i like to imagine them having stupid teenage-like crush moments with each other. like maybe during the yotsuba arc or something, L wants more sweets but watari is already out doing something, so his dramatic ass is just whining about "oh woe is me....... there's nothing in the vicinity for me to munch on......... how will i ever go on......." and then to get him to shut up, light begrudgingly either bakes something for L (which could probably lead to a lot of silly shenanigans with stupid dorky smiles before light immediately takes it back and starts bickering with L again), or light convinces L to go buy some sweets from a bakery in town (and then L gets distracted because there's multiple sweet-filled stores and his greedy ass has to try all of them so now they're essentially just going on a date trip around all the sweet stores in town). - also to add onto that last bullet, there's this one fic i just read last night that was so stupid and adorable and i loved it. it's called "You can't have my name, but you can have my number" and i recommend checking it out if you like short and sweet fluffy fics. :] (and if you want more fluffy fics, go read everything @rawrlight has made. his fics are so fucking good please read them i am obsessed with them actually pleasepleasepleaseplease) - L is surprisingly good with kids and light won't admit it but he's kinda into it. - L nonchalantly shares food with light and light totally overthinks the shit out of it. - they totally pick at each other for everything. light picks at L for every unsanitary thing he does. L picks at light for having an unnecessarily long and complicated hygiene routine (i like to imagine he has a shit ton of hair and skincare products). anybody who walks past the bathroom while they're in it is bound to hear non-stop bickering. (or, if you really wanna match my freak, have matsuda open the bathroom door while they're getting ready only to see them in the middle of a fight. whether the pose they're in looks compromisingly homosexual is up to you my dear sillies).

uhhhhhh and that's all i can think of for now. awww zoinks.....

but now L angst headcanons yipeeeeeeeee :33333

L angst hcs:

ooougghhhh buckle up boyz... it's angsty tism time..... - i don't think L was ever good at making friends (this is very much a projected headcanon but shshshshshsh ignore that). despite being insanely intelligent and pretty damn good at whatever he sets his mind to, i don't think he ever got the hang of making deep, personal connections. and i feel like he wants to. throughout his whole life, maybe he wanted to make friends but it always just fell flat. maybe as a child there were times where thought he had made a friend, only to realize those feelings were not reciprocated. despite everything he tried, he was just never "human" enough to seemingly make all those lasting connections that he analyzes so deeply. and i think he probably gave up on trying at some point. and all of this is why i feel like his connection with light is so important. even though he knows it'll end in tragedy and that he will die by light's hand, he still can't help but feel... a little more human with light. and i think he'd risk death in order to feel like that one more time. - i don't usually like reading/seeing heavily angsty stuff, but i remember seeing somebody headcanon that they thought L went through solitary confinement as a child in the wammy house, and i always thought that was interesting. i'm not gonna expand on it though since heavy angst isn't really my vibe. (i love making my blorbos suffer, but not too much.) - yeah most of my L angst is him just being incredibly lonely. in the sense of "he doesn't cry about it (he's probably only cried once in his life and that was probably as a very young child), but there's always been some missing piece in his heart that just can't ever seem to be filled". - actually-- loneliness and his inhumanity. that's what i fuck with the most. though they kind of intertwine, so. yeah i kinda just sound like a broken record atp but sshhhhhhhhhhh it pays off (sometimes) i swear. - he also has a lot of religious trauma in my eyes (again, projection). i know he's not religious or anything, but i feel like he'd fit that song "Dear God" by XTC a lot. - oh and he also sulks a fuckton. he doesn't cry, he pouts and goes to stand in the rain while reminiscing on old memories. that's what his emo dramatic ass does and i fucking love him for it.

that's all i can really think of right now. hopefully that's somewhat entertaining. most of my headcanons are very basic compared to other people i've seen, but they are still special in my heart. :))))

#dn #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #lawlight #headcanon #nezz brainz

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kimberly-spirits13 · 2 months ago

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Batboy Identity Crisis + sliding back into your Tumblr cause I've been MIA 🤭

Y'all- I had a MASSIVE Damian Wayne phase middle school and early high school. Then I kinda grew out of it so like Jason Todd, duh. But then I was reading headcannons from @anothertimdrakestan last night and I was like UHHH DAMIAN HELLO AGAIN but in most everything else, he's such an immature high school boy and he's rude and it's just not it tbh. It was apparently fine to me when I was younger, but now it's an ick. His fanart is also either him as a grown 30 y/o man or like twelve.... There's little substance to fan my delulu for writings. Jason is ✨art✨, but he's not the painter type and doesn't have the more artistic sides that Damian does and I am now picturing late nights with Damian perched up on the rooftops looking down over Gotham sitting between his legs and talking about life and it's sending me. But like jASON. ya know? also there are some aspects of Tim- GIRL BYE

Lowkey probably just hormonal and it'll fix itself in a week but I just had to share cause I know I'm not the only one with a version of this

Also, I realized I haven't been posting like..... at all... but I just found out that I have some funky ADD, ADHD, and OCD and now I'm on ADHD medicine and it's gotten me focused on writing/ dc comics again so maybe that means there will be some stuff in the future. I miss you guys though 😭 most of you have been here since I was a bean in middle school Covid lockdown and how I'm literally a rising second year in college so I LOVE YALL 😭. Another thing is like.... it's def not great to be like UGHHH IMAGINARY BOYFRIENDS!!! IM GOING TO SPEND ALL DAY PINING OVER A BOY IN A UNIVERSE THAT DOESN'T EXIST AND IT MAKES ME SAD WHEN I'M HORMONAL THAT WE LIVE IN THIS WORLD AND NOT THE ONE IN OUR DELULU BRAINS, but hey, a single girl working her ass to get her master's and bachlor's gotta get her kicks somewhere 🫡. I fear that the dude I would be compatible with would be horrified at this and even though he does not exist in my life atm, my brain is like 🚨🚨🚨

I was thinking about working through all of my Damian thoughts by working through with a series of hc and fics that are circulating in my brain. I know that Jason and Dick do better numbers wise, but Damian is the foundation of my Tumblr so it's time he gets some innovation and personality that isn't dusty rug stick up the ass excuse for boyfriend that seems to be a thing sometimes. I just feel like he'd have so much character growth by the time he's 17-19 and kind of college age and he doesn't get that 😭. Also just realized today that I'm not 17 but am infact turning 20 in August and I'm having a fit

ugh why can't we live in our own Tumblr worlds y'all 😭. anyways after that LONG rant- FROM KIMMIE STRAIGHT TO YOU: love ya pookies, stay delulu

#dc x reader #dc comics #dc characters #batfam x reader #batboys x reader #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #red hood x reader #robin x reader

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 2 months ago

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may i please have the next bit of there is something rotten in the commonwealth of pennsylvania by calliam shakespeare? also, since i'm already all up your asks, i probably always read too much into your oc naming habits, but can i get confirmation on intentional vs. divine accident re: when they ask me who i am... meera being the mirror buck holds up to realize something is not right... meera. mirror. tbh ny/nj dropped-r accents have spread into the mid-atlantic region, so mirror really can sound like "meer-rah" a lot of the time around here. you are 100% in my head, but are you also in my backyard? both is good. aa anon.

I'm giggling at this. Thank you! And hahaha - you definitely were reading more into it than intended. Sorry! I had a list of names open for a different fic, where I needed one of a specific background, saw Meera, thought it fit this character.

500 for 🔍:

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He seizes with terror. Like his worst fear is coming true. Like the worst thing that could ever possibly happen to him is happening.

They're gonna need you.

He’s dying. This man is dying. Buck doesn't know why. He doesn’t even know his name.

I love you, kid.

Buck jolts awake in the back of the car. He gasps. Like he is the one who died in the dream. The sudden sound alerts Maddie and Athena, who both twist to look at him. The car is parked. They’re waiting somewhere.

“Are you okay?” Maddie asks, face contorted with concern.

Buck nods shallowly.

“Weird dream,” he mumbles.

Buck thinks. It didn’t feel like a dream. At least not the kind he’s used to. It felt like a memory.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “We’re just at the airport parking now. We’re hoping their phones will reach us if they’re in-state. I’m guessing they’ll land somewhat soon.”

“There’s a flight landing from LAX in forty minutes,” Athena explains.

“Hey, uh, Maddie?” He asks.

“Yeah?” She asks.

“You said things were hard right before I disappeared,” Buck remembers.

Another look exchanged between Maddie and Athena. What are they hiding from him?

“I did,” Maddie admits.

“What happened?” Buck asks. “Did something happen to me? Or… Someone close to me?”

Maddie swallows. “Are you asking about something specific? Do you remember something?”

Buck shrugs. “Like I said, weird dream.”

“What did you dream about, Buck?” Athena asks.

“Why-why won’t you guys just tell me?” He asks.

“Nothing terrible happened to you,” Maddie says. “It was a hard time for everyone on your team, and… And for Athena and I. It was just a difficult time and you tend to take everyone else’s struggles onto your shoulders.”

It’s not that Buck thinks Maddie is lying exactly. He doesn’t think she’s being dishonest. He just thinks she’s avoiding details. And he doesn’t know why. Does she also think he’s so fragile he can’t handle it? He can. Isn’t this the best time to tell him someone is dead? When he can’t remember how much he must have loved them?

“Okay,” Buck mumbles. He feels bad, but now he trusts her just a little bit less.

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Right on schedule, a little over forty-minutes later, all three of their phones start buzzing with incoming messages. Whoever couldn’t reach them from California has landed in Harrisburg. For Buck, that mostly looks like frantic texts and voicemails from the number he had called from Baltimore. Eddie. That’s what they said his name is. Eddie.

Buck scrolls through them, opting not to listen to the voicemails in a car with Maddie and Athena so close. They feel private, somehow.

#daisies and briars writes #when they ask me who i am fic

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mrsbrookemunson · 2 years ago

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I have a Sebastian Sallow request for you!!! Reader and Sebastian are the top two duelers at Hogwarts, and they’re each others enemies. They always bicker and try to one up each other. Everyone is sure they hate each other. But then comes the last championship day of duels, and in the duel before she’s supposed to fight Sebastian, she gets really hurt and Sebastian panics and rushes her to the hospital wing. They realize they actually like each other and perhaps some love confessions??

You're a real one for this - aka one of my favorite writers 💕 I changed up the request a little to make it more angsty—I still hope you like it 🥹 Also - hey guys! I am new in the Hogwarts Legacy writing community, but I've been known for my James Potter and Remus Lupin fics - along with some other fan favorites.

Warnings: *Not Proofread*, Canon violence (blood, injury, fighting), insecurities, slight dark!seb in this, mentions of gameplay (slight spoiler warning), fem!reader, she/her pronouns, "MC' insert, heavy angst in the beginning and a bittersweet ending (can be left up to interpretation) This is like a complete alternative of what happened in the game. Be warned *insert evil smile*.

Word Count: 2343

Darkness.

That's all she saw in that moment. She could hear her own heartbeat, the blood rushing through her veins, her own slow, shaky, weak breaths as the pain of breathing soon subsided into numbness.

Where did it all go wrong?

The image of his eyes nearly black as the night sky, and that haunting smirk on his face that she grew so fond over.

Fond. Now that was one way to describe. No - she didn't hate him, but he hated her. Her feelings were quite the opposite, that soon behind each bicker and snicker grew a warmth in her chest - a fire that she learned to contain within herself, it would've only been a matter of time till she burnt herself.

Was it love?

It felt like life threw her warnings left, right, and center - that love only causes pain. She didn't think the pain would be so bad to the point where it led to her death. Though, as she slowly accepted the darkness behind her eyelids, she thought... maybe death wouldn't be so bad if it meant escaping the reality of heartbreak. Until she was drawn back out again.

Where did it all go so wrong?

They've been together through so much. He was the only person - besides Professor Fig - who she thought listened to her.

Oh how he listened to her...

"Let me see if I've got this straight. You have Ranrok and Rookwood after you because of something you found at Gringotts - where you ended up via a portkey. You can see traces of ancient magic that you think Ranrok is trying to harness. And now you've been witnessing memories left by 'keepers'? Oh! And this house belonged to a Hogwarts professor - who was one of these 'non-quidditch' keepers - hundreds of years ago." He shifted on his feet. "If I didn't know you - " His smile, it could send her over a million times. " - I'd think you were pulling my leg."

In that moment she couldn't believe her ears - had there really been someone in her life that truly listened to her?

"You're not listening to me!"

"Why would I listen to someone so ignorant?"

She cursed at herself, hearing the slight crack in her voice, and from her vision becoming blurry with tears. "Maybe your uncle was right... you don't know when to stop."

"Oh, I do know when to stop."

It felt like it only got worse after that. He was always disagreeing and trying to start arguments with her. Not thinking before acting. Who once always listened to her soon became a brick wall. Maybe she should've voiced her worries, maybe then she would've been able to salvage the already broken pieces of their friendship.

But, she didn't.

Instead, she chose to turn her back on him and walk away. She chose to avoid him - to ignore him. The number of letters that he sent increased every day when she simply tucked them away without reading them. Her stomach twisted and turned doing so - but it was better than the outcome that most-likely would've happened if she chose to stay.

And when the year ended, winning the battle against Ranrok, losing Professor Fig, she had the slightest sliver of hope that he would've spoken to her - grieved for her - oddly enough, she wanted him to yell at her for being stupid enough to go into such a war without his help. But, he didn't - and she felt foolish for thinking he would.

Would they ever speak again?

"MC, Mister Sallow - up onto the dueling platform," Professor Hecat instructed.

She swore she heard him grumble something under his breath. She noticed how Sebastian's physique changed over the summer after their fifth year. He became taller, his voice got deeper, his eyes became darker, and his skin got paler. Merlin, he looked sickly.

She glanced at him, cautiously before stepping up onto the platform.

She lost. He laughed. How cruel.

"She thinks just because she won a battle against Ranrok, she's the best dueler at the school."

It spread like wildfire.

Lucan was all over it. It seemed as though the two best duelers competing against each other was his way of keeping students engaged in his little 'unsanctioned' club.

It became much bigger than that.

Darkness.

"MC?" she heard a voice call out. "MC?! Wake up!"

"What have you done?"

Time slipped away from her. Seventh year came around, and no progress was made between her and the boy she desired in a way that was almost like a lucid dream. He was right there, she could touch him, feel him if she wanted to - but she knew, if she gave in - she'd wake up.

She didn't want to wake up.

Her own body didn't listen and her eyes cracked open. It was too bright to truly process her surroundings and the pain came back as if she was hit by a train. Her head hurt and it became hard to breathe again.

Why couldn't she breathe?!

Sobs escaped her when she felt something sticky on her hands. She looked down and saw blood soaking through her dueling clothes. She started to hyperventilate.

Hands came to grasp her face and she was met with brown eyes. Not the dark - nearly black - she found herself getting used to. No. Brown. Brown like honey, golden like the sun, melted chocolate she wanted to drown - merlin they were beautiful. Such eyes didn't deserve to hold tears nor look so broken, they deserved to be crinkled by smiling and closed by laughing too hard.

"S-Sebastian?" she called out in a rasp.

He shushed her and ran a hand down her head to soothe her wild, untamed hair. His eyes then widened when he pulled his hand away abruptly to glance down at his fingertips. That's when tears began to fall down his rosy, freckled cheeks. "It'll be okay, we're getting you help, okay?"

She couldn't quite understand him, like she was underwater. She felt dizzy and her eyes were getting heavy again.

"No - no - no, don't close your eyes." He patted her face. "Please, don't close your eyes. I need you to stay awake... help is on their way," he paused. "Stay awake from me."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Why would I do anything for you anymore?" she whispered.

His face contorted into one that expressed such hurt. "Wh - what?"

"After everything... why do you even care? You hate me."

His eyes widen. "H - Hate you? I never said - "

"Don't lie to me..." she cried. "You - you did this, didn't you?" She grew angry. "And to think I would've given you the world if you had just listened to me!" She struggled to raise her voice causing her to violently cough. "To think I loved you..." Her head rolled and he instinctively readjusted to keep her head steady.

"MC? MC?!" He shook her as he cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry - you're right - it's all my fault - "

"Step aside! Let us through!" Professor Sharp shouted over all the students panicked filled voices.

Professor Weasley, and Professor Hecat followed him.

Sebastian held onto her tight and attempted to wake her up once more. He pressed his fingers to her wrist, but couldn't find anything. Panic struck him like lightning, he leaned down to press his ear to her chest. Her heartbeat barely there. He watched as her skin was losing its color and he suddenly felt sick.

What had he done?

A couple days had passed and MC had not woken up, yet. But, she was alive... surrounded by gifts and 'get well soon' cards. Sebastian hadn't left her side and practically begged the professors to induce a punishment after she had woken. In this moment, he felt the need to be by her side.

The guilt was eating at him alive, already have gotten a lectured from the professors, Ominis, Natty, Poppy, Imelda - Hell, even Lucan was scolding him, adding the point that his club is ruined because of his actions. He couldn't stop thinking about what she said before she knocked out.

She loved him...

That thought sent butterflies throughout his whole body. And Merlin, he wishes she'd wake so he could say it back a million times over between apologies. Loved... Did she still love him? That dawned on him. He gripped her hand tightly in his as the fear crept in - this could be the last chance he has to ever act of feelings rather than insecurities.

When did it all go so wrong? he wondered.

"I love you too," he whispered to her in the dark infirmary. "I've loved you since you beat me in that duel to be honest." He chuckled, dryly. "My new charge." He smiled fondly over the memory. "That day we fought that troll, I must admit I was a little jealous. I wanted to prove to you that I could be your... 'knight in shining armor' as awful as that sounds..." He frowned. "But, you didn't need me. You never needed me." He shook his head. "You are stronger than you know." Tears began to flood his eyes. "I'm sorry I hurt you - I hurt you more times than I can count and - " He swallowed. "It will haunt me everyday pass death. Every time I close my eyes, it's a replay of what I did, a neverending nightmare where I see my reflection of who I've truly become. To the point i can't sleep or eat." He weeped. "Everyone was right. I don't know when to stop. And because of that I lose everyone around me... Maybe my uncle was right about me. Maybe I should just leave and never return." He raised her hand and gently kissed her knuckles. "As much as I'd miss Ominis, and Anne, and you - I'd probably be for the best... I'm just a disaster waiting to happen."

MC began to stir on the bed, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "I did need you, you know," she whispered. "I needed you when it came to Ranrok, and when I lost Professor Fig - you were the only person I truly wanted to be there with me, but you weren't. And part of that is my fault... for so long - I just wanted you, it didn't matter what you had done, but I knew if I went to you my love for you would only grow and I knew that wasn't in the cards for us. You wanted so badly to save Anne, I knew I couldn't fit in there and it would've been selfish fo me to."

"I would've preferred you to be selfish rather than you shut me out."

"I never did such a thing! I tried talking to you but you'd never listen to me."

"Because i was angry - I was angry at where my life had become and who I was becoming and I knew if I opened my mouth I'd ruin everything between us."

"There was nothing between us!"

"I wanted there to be!"

"Well, I guess it didn't matter because look where we are now!"

He pulled his hand away to drag it over his face, using both hands to rub at his eyes. "What went so wrong between us?" he questioned, defeated.

They sat there in silence. It wasn't uncomfortable - but tensions were high. Thoughts coursing through both of their minds at a frantic, overwhelming pace.

MC closed her eyes to try and steady herself mentally. She sighed, "Sebastian I - "

"I want us to start over again, from the very beginning."

She looked rather surprised to hear him blurt out such a thought. "And what? Forget everything that's we've been through together?"

"No, but... we can at least try to move on." He sounded so hopeful. "At least give me a chance."

She laid back in her bed and observed him in silence. The way his eyes were practically pleading her to say yes, to give him relief of what she could tell had been weighing him down for the last two years.

"We'll get it right this time, I promise," he begged and reached out to grab her hand again. His dark circles became more prominent as they were glazed with tears. The moonlight seeping through the windows made him look like a crestfallen angel. "Please."

Her heart squeezed at the sound and sight. With hesitation she spoke, "My name is MC, I started in Hogwarts as a fifth year and crazily enough I can see traces of ancient magic and am known as the 'Hero of Hogwarts' because I defeated Ranrok and ultimately ended the Goblin War."

His smile left her breathless. Weak, yet so powerful. His shoulders lowered drastically with a shaky exhale. "That is a lot to take in... but I wouldn't mind listening to you talk for hours on hand if that's what if takes for you to tell me everything I missed."

"Quite the commitment you're willing to make..." she paused. "And your name is?"

He smiled a little wider. "Sebastian Sallow - and as a note - I am known for committing to something till the end. I don't easily give up."

She returned the smile. "Good to know."

"And to add onto that - I'd wait for you as long as the Earth spins until you are ready to accept me once again as who I once was."

She gave him a rather mocked look of suspicion. "You won't go changing on me, will you?"

He shook his head, hastily. "Never, this - what you see right here - this is what you're getting, nothing else."

She was crying along with him at this moment - but more in relief that she didn't have to carry the burden of her true feelings any long. And she knew - deep down - it would take time, step-by-step opening herself up to him as he would to her. But, she'll consider it yet another quest that she couldn't wait to finish, knowing it'll lead to the next part of their lives together. So, with a soft grin -

"How can I refuse?"

The end.

Should I make a part two - almost like an epilogue?

If you'd like to be part of my Sebastian Sallow taglist let me know!

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#sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x you

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b4tracha · 2 years ago

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How You First Met SKZ

Stray Kids OT8 x Male! Reader

(My First Fic, Bare with Me..)

Bang Chan: Chan was known for the amount of friends he had in the industry. You happened to have mutual friends with another idol and you met at a hangout. His first impression of you was how gorgeous you were. Chan never really thought about his sexuality until that moment. Men were cute to him, but you were just on another level. He was too busy staring at you to ask for your number.

“Can I have your number?”

The moment you spoke those words, he felt like he could faint.

Lee Know: Dori had trouble finishing her food and Minho decided to go to the vet to see if anything was wrong. You had a little kitten in your arms and he was immediately interested. A hot guy that liked cats? He felt like he won a grand prize. He asked about the small little baby in your arms and found out he was orphaned by his mother and you decided to keep him. Soon Dori was ready to go but before you could say goodbye, he asked for your information.

“You should give me your number, just incase you need help taking care of him..”

But everyone knew he just wanted your number.

Changbin: Changbin was a known gym head and would go any time he could. He decided to go to a different one after his usual was closed for renovations. He was struggling to figure out why the equipment wasn’t working correctly, until you spoke up and helped him out and fixed the machine. His eyes shot up to your face to thank you, but his voice seemed to stop in his throat. How can someone be so perfect?

“I know this thing can be a pain sometimes. I use it every day and it still gives me trouble every now and then.”

If he was going to see someone as beautiful at the gym, he might as well switch his membership!

Hyunjin: You were the only working staff at the art center. He was going for some new water colors, but Hyunjin didn’t know what brand to go with. He came up to you and asked about it which one would fit his style of art and you immediately gave a long explanation on which one and why. In the middle of your long answer, he turned out. He could only look in your eyes as it lightened up with passion of art that only felt like he saw in the mirror. With a soft smile, he thanked you and asked you to ring it up for him.

“You must be passionate about art. I want to see your own one day.”

He just wanted to see the cute boy at the art store again.

Han: Jisung didn’t want to go out at first, but he decided to go out in nature and take a walk in the park to clear his head. It was a beautiful day with a nice breeze to cool the air as the sun beamed down on everything. He looked around at the trees, relaxed until a strong force hit him and knocked him over. Jisung sucked in a sharp breath as he braced for the impact of himself hitting the concrete yet it never came. He opened his eyes to see a man holding him up. Your eyes were worried, apologetic for knocking him down. Jisung could barely let out words when apologies tumbled out of your mouth. Was this the “gay panic” people kept talking about?

“I am so sorry, can I get you an ice cream as an apology or something? It’s only down the trail.”

He never felt more happy that he wasn’t paying attention until now.

Felix: As Stray Kids got more popular, he got invited to more and more brand events. Sometimes that meant that he also had to go to afterparties. He was uncomfortable with the environment, just people watching. At one point, he caught eyes contact with you from across the room. You winked, causing him to blush and look down at the drink in his hands. He looked back once a pair of black shoes were right infront of him, waiting. He glanced up and realized it was you.

“You seem a little bored. I’m (M/N).”

By the time you both stopped talking, his managers were begging him to hurry up and end the conversation.

Seungmin: Seungmin usually didn’t have time to go the coffee shop before going to the JYP building to start his day. However, he decided to stop by the one that just recently opened on the same street. The place was the norm for an average coffee shop, but what every other place didn’t have was the man behind the cash register. Seungmin felt his jaw drop at your visuals. How were you not an idol? He licked his lips and ordered his drink, trying not to be obvious. Once his drink was called for, he immediately left out of embarrassment. Once he was able to sit down, he looked the receipt and saw some writing.

“I think you’re cute. Come see me again? -(M/N)

Seungmin went back the second his vocal lessons were over.

I.N: Jeongin loved shopping, going from store to store with his manager helping him carry all the bags he had. He decided to go to one more store before heading back to the dorms. He looking around before someone tapped his shoulder. He hummed and slowly turned, thinking it was just his manager. He was shocked to see you right behind him with a bright smile. Your smile could easily go against Felix’s. It made him a little nervous until you handed him his wallet.

“You dropped this, also your style is cool. You should give me tips.”

You didn’t say much before leaving, but it caused Jeongin to freeze where he was. He was coming back to catch a glimpse of you next shopping spree..

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x male reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmim #yang jeongin

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onwhatcaptain · 9 months ago

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Amok Time Fans and K/S Fic Readers - I Would Love Your Input!

Putting the poll up top, and additional context below. Earlier this year, I wrote and published my Amok Time K/S novel 'I Shall Do Neither' on AO3. It's been nominated for a Philon Award, and I'm incredibly proud of the endless work that went into making this!

Earlier this week, I realized that people who may have wanted to read the fic were not aware of its existence when some gorgeous Amok Time art was making the rounds, and a number of people expressed that they wished to read a story that explored these events just like my novel did. When my novel first debuted, I left the tags of my work intentionally vague to preserve the plot and surprise for the reader. So my question is, should I tag the work to make those spoiler plot points clearer? Spoilers below the cut for more context.

If you have read this work already, your thoughts on how your reading or perception of the work might have changed would be very valuable to me. Thank you! Below the cut are the major plot elements and spoilers for I Shall Do Neither I am considering adding in tags, including how the work ends.

This fic specifically covers how the events of Amok Time came to be. In this work, McCoy has no way to intervene during the fight. Spock has killed Jim, and is unable to live with his own actions. McCoy is left to go on without either of his friends, and the second and third seasons of Star Trek are explored to their devastating conclusions, without either Kirk or Spock. However-- this is also a time travel story, and at his lowest moment, McCoy is granted the privilege of changing history by the enigmatic Guardian of Forever. McCoy races against time to unravel the mystery of Vulcan's darkest secret on his own and make sense of the hidden feelings that existed between his two closest friends, all while facing his own mortality. We learn just how and why McCoy brought the neural paralyzer that saves his friends' lives, and the work has a happy ending that resolves every little inconsistency, every single plot hole in Amok Time. In essence, it's Amok Time meets Romeo and Juliet meets It's a Wonderful Life. I would likely add tags that referenced a number of these major spoilers.

#huge thank you for taking the time to read this post!#star trek #spirk #star trek tos #kirk x spock #star trek the original series #spirk fic #amok time #spock #james t kirk #isdn

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nolanfa-fanart · 1 year ago

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Gen (non-romantic) fics recs: DC, Humour

last rec list was not exactly happy fics, so to offset it, have funny ones:

Fandom: DC, batfam. Theme: Humour (most some also tear your heart out or engage in subtle character building, but you'll laugh while you cry) Humour is very widespread in fic (…in some fandoms at least), ranging from humour woven in the writing style itself, to situational absurd (crack), to making the reader laugh about absolutely horrifying shit (while still acknowledging how awful it is; which is rarer, I think, in non-fic), to absolutely unhinged character reactions (to more I don't have in mind right now), so here, a small homage to that.

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne, by @theskeptileptic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51476074) Chapters 6/6, 25.522 words G, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne

Official summary: Tim is an independent, clever, and super mature eleven-year-old. Unfortunately, his dopey neighbor, Bruce, can’t seem to understand that. When he decides to disappear on a “solo camping trip” and run away to Canada, he figures it’s the perfect plan that will make everybody happy. He didn’t expect the Waynes would tag along with him and ruin everything. A six-chaptered tale filled with identity shenanigans, s’mores, soon-to-be-brothers, and a kid who is in desperate need of a new family.

Why I love it: This is. Hilarious. The perfect mix of very competent Tim and him still very much being an 11-years-old. Himbo Bruce Wayne who just so happens to totally accidentally run into Tim several times to innocently inquire about his parents' whereabouts. The horrifying fact of what Tim is actually doing and how he thinks, in his very logical way (and the horrifying fact that his parents agree with him).

Excerpts: from: [email protected] to: [email protected] Mr. Wayne, Timothy told me you stopped by earlier today. I am sorry I didn’t get to talk with you. My thyroid was acting up and I was sleeping. Timothy is a good kid. I can make sure he’s safe skateboarding so there is no need to worry. Have a good day! Sincerely, The Nanny

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] The Nanny, Thank you for your email last week. Timothy is most definitely a good kid. One of the best. I saw him at the Army Supply Store this afternoon and he mentioned you would be taking him to Cheesequake State Park to meet a friend this weekend? My boys and I are heading that way, so why don’t we save you a trip. We’ll make sure Timothy is taken care of. If you need anything at all, for any reason, please call me at this number: 9088780078. This is my cell phone and I answer it at all hours, no matter what. Nothing is too small or too much of a bother to pick up for. Anything that you need, Timothy’s Nanny, please call. Sincerely, Bruce Wayne - “Anyway, I was on my way to the course, and I realized your father and I haven’t gotten a chance to really ‘hang’, as you kids say, and I had a late tee time, so I thought I’d invite him along.” Mr. Wayne’s teeth were bright and Tim wondered if he used some sort of diamond paste on them. He looked around Tim’s shoulder, as if he wanted to see inside the mansion better. Tim hadn’t turned on any of the lights on account of his shitty night, so the early fall haze that Bristol was so well known for didn’t do much for his visibility. “I’m sorry, sir, you just missed him.” A pause. “Well, that’s ok, son. Why don’t you get your mom and I’ll give her a message? I’m sure you’ve got things to do.” He looked at Tim vapidly, smile still firmly in place. “I’m afraid she’s not here right now either. Shopping.” Tim gritted his teeth and went to close the door. Mr. Wayne’s huge ham hands (why were they so large?) stopped it before it slammed. He chuckled and Tim winced. “Your nanny, then.” Tim wasn’t sure, but thought the question sounded more strained than Mr. Wayne’s usual flavor of airheadedness. “She’s sleeping.” “At eleven in the morning?” “She has a thyroid problem. I’ll let them all know you stopped by.” Tim pushed the door closed but Mr. Wayne had somehow entered his foyer while he was speaking. “I’ll write them a note. They can call me when they get back.” He inched closer towards Tim, who sidestepped him before he could ruffle his hair.

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map, by @ebjameston (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38048365) Chapters: 9/9, 51.863 words T, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Official summary: CPS Agent, pointing at Tim Drake: We need to take him with us Red Hood: He's fine where he is CPS: He's a minor Hood: Timbo, you a minor? Tim: Can't prove it CPS: I mean, I can. There are records – Tim, who has just finishing hacking CPS to remove his own file: Oh really, tell me more about these records +++ A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood's lieutenant, and an intern who's promising to fix the IT systems at his office. It's a weird day for Theo.

Why I love it: This is probably the first (non-crossover) DC fic I read, and to date still one of my favorites. It's. Listen. It's from the point of view of a Child Protective Services agent. Who, given his whole deal is to Protect Children, has Opinions about the Robins. And interacts - unknowingly - with them when they're grown (identity porn! Banter!). And he likes them! And they like him! But they have… differing opinions. And I absolutely love it. So. Many. Feels. And humour. It's 80% jokes and 70% feels and 50% social commentary about the canon and 20% plot and 40% fluff and 30% angst and some parts are all of that at once.

Excerpt: “Nightwing, wait, serious question,” Theo says. “About when you were baby Robin.” Max’s fingers tense up a bit on Theo’s elbow, and some of the earlier tension creeps back into Nightwing’s frame. “Yes?” “Did the Batmobile have a car seat?” “Did the what have a what ,” Nightwing says. “I’ve seen your stats from when you were just getting started,” Theo says. “You weren’t anywhere close to 4-foot-9. You would’ve needed a booster seat for at least the first two years you were Robin, so.” “So, did the Batmobile have a carseat,” Nightwing repeats faintly. Theo gets out his phone to take notes. “Yes. That is what I am asking.” “Buddy,” Hood says. “Most of the Batmobiles don’t even have seatbelts.” “How would you even know that?” Bernard asks.

IRIS Log #1548, by @deadchannelradio (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51647209) Chapters: 1/1, 8531 Words T, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: whole batfam

Official summary: A Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle: The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate. - (01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin- (01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood- (01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious. (01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route- (01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up. (01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.

Why I love it: The format (transcription of comms) is fun. Also it's. Just. Really funny? The… energy of it? I mean just read the excerpts honestly.

Excerpt: (01:34) Nightwing: Don’t get mad, Red. He’s got a concussion. (01:34) Red Hood: (Agreeably) I am all bonked up. (Laughter: Nightwing) Hey. Cass. Cassie. Is my leg fucked. The right one. (01:34) Blackbat: It. (Pause, 3 seconds) (Reading) I am not your medical provider and can’t diagnose injuries or illness. Please ask your doctor when you are under their care. (01:34) Red Hood: Oh. Um, okay. Can you tell me as buddies? Not as my doctor. (Laughter: Spoiler, Red Robin) Just as buddies. (01:35) Blackbat: …Super busted. Bad. As buddies. (01:35) Batman: Blackbat. We are not medical- (01:35) Red Hood: She said as buddies. It’s fine. (01:35) Spoiler: (Laughing) The as buddies legal loophole.

Bang, bang, by Ididloveyou_once (@ididloveyou) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30246978) Chapters: 1/1, 5.563 words T, Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (an accidental gunshot wound played for laughs)

Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd

Official summary: ‘You shot me!’ Jason gasped, stunned, ‘Holy shit, you actually shot me.’ Tim’s eyes widened and he froze. They stared at each other for a second, dumbstruck and then- ‘Don’t tell Bruce.’Or: The family enjoy a normal movie night. Except Jason has a gunshot wound and Tim’s the only one who knows and oh- that’s because Tim’s the one who shot him and they really, really need to find a way to leave before anyone finds out.

Why I love it: Hmmm okay so maybe I really like a good Jason & Tim relationship. But objectively. This is great. Peak siblings relationships. The threat of Getting In Trouble forcing an emergency alliance between two mutually annoyed siblings who scramble to hide something? Peak comedy.

Excerpt: ‘Okay, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that either,’ he pinched the bridge of his nose, ‘I just mean. Don’t worry about me being in pain. I’m fine. And don’t worry about looking like an asshole. You shot me, you already look like an asshole. But that’s fine because now we’re even.’ Jason sighed at the kid’s sour expression. So his words of reassurance needed some work, sue him.

Into the Brighter Night, by @shoalsea (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20935463) Chapters: 12/12, 162,894 words G, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Tim Drake, whole batfam, Young Justice team

Official summary: When an unknown enemy threatens Robin, Gotham's vigilantes come together to keep him safe. Unfortunately, they're protecting the wrong Robin. Or: Tim Drake plans his own rescue. Things get complicated.

Why I love it: Oooooh not just batfam this time. Tim is way too competent, and the Young Justice have his back (and a lot of resentment towards the batfam). Hyperactive Young Justice energy, Very Good Characterization, miscommunication (as in Bruce -the whole batfam really- is trying but they're super bad at clearly expressing feelings). And the tone of it? The writing? Hilarious and rips your heart out. This is super interesting interconnected character dynamics (with the batfam and Tim's team that's so many more different relationships than usual) and a deep look at canon events, all of it wrapped in hilarious dialogue. One of my fave Tim-centric fics, and I've read some very good ones.

Excerpt: [Impulse on a long distance call with the batfam - minus Tim] Jay makes a disbelieving sound. “You’re telling me that Red Robin—Mr. Responsibility himself—helped you hide and maintain a secret spaceship for years? Seriously?” “Uh, yeah? Duh?” “No offense,” Duke says, “but that doesn’t really sound like the guy we know.” Bruce sighs. Stephanie huffs out a laugh. Impulse just looks unimpressed. “Are we talking about the same person? Robin numero tres, currently Red? The same guy who once hid an extra Batmobile in the batarang budget and shipped it to California in secret? The same guy who founded Young Justice, an unauthorized vigilante group of teens that started out with no adult supervision? And lied to the Justice League and the government to keep Secret safe?” “Secret?” Duke says at the same time Jay sputters out, “He stole a whole Batmobile?” “More like embezzled,” Impulse says. “But yeah, dude, it’s Rob. I know he gives off the straight-and-narrow vibe, like, 90% of the time he’s interacting with the public or authority figures, but that’s mostly because it’s way, waaaay easier to get away with stuff if you don't ‘openly project an air of defiance.’” “Oh my god,” Stephanie says. “He’s given you that speech too?” “He’s given us multiple versions of that speech,” Impulse says. Stephanie’s turned away from the screen now and is explaining to Duke, “Red Robin is kind of the definition of ‘I do what I want,’ but most of the time what he wants to do is at least nominally reasonable or responsible, so no one cares.” “And when somebody does care,” Impulse says, “you just gotta be sneaky and smart. Comply until their backs are turned, you know? I mean, even with the Titans we—what?” he pauses, spinning his chair, clearly distracted by something off-screen. “No, I’m just talking to the Bats. I think there’s a whole flock of them.” Conner Kent wanders into view, towelling off his hair and wearing what looks like some kind of maintenance jumper. “‘Sup,” he says to the camera, leaning in. “Superman’s not there, is he?” “Nope,” Impulse says. “Thank god. Where’s Rob?” “Batnap.” Conner puts his hands on his hips. “Dude. Weren’t you supposed to wake him up?” Impulse spins in his chair again. “Wonder Girl said not to.” “What, and he agreed?” “No. He might have been unconscious at the time. Which, technically, means Wonder Girl is in charge.” Conner groans. “He’s gonna kill you.” Turning to the camera, he adds, “Look, sorry about this, I’ll go get him.” “Heynowaitaminute,” Impulse says. “Listen. I’m the captain, you gotta at least hear me out!” Conner rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t move. “Everything is still going according to plan, okay? Rob did in fact say that we should one hundred percent wake him up as soon as we could get a call through. True. But Wonder Girl said to let him sleep. And he definitely needs it.” “Yeah, but, again, he’s gonna be pissed if—” “Listen. I have thought this through.” When Conner just looks skeptical, he adds, “I have! I worked it out logically. See, if we wake up Rob, Wondy’s gonna be pissed off. At us. Right now. If we don’t wake him up, he’s gonna be pissed off later and he’s gonna be mad at her, not us. Therefore, we should do what Wonder Girl says.”

Beef Consommé, by @vamillepudding (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42348438) Chapters: 2/2; 14.230 words T, Chose Not To Use Warnings

Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson

Official summary: Parenting is Bruce's thing, and Jason isn't planning on messing with that. But when Bruce fails to spot the countless red flags about Tim's home life, it falls to Jason to step up. Of course it does. Because he's literally the only one in his family who knows how to be responsible, and if Dick disagrees, he can suck it.

Why I love it: I have a weakness for the "Dick and Jason team up and adopt Tim" trope. Also, I love Jason's voice in it. (and this fic is very funny but I feel like I'm repeating myself)

Excerpts: “Pizza?” Tim repeats, sounding hopeful. Jason is on the verge of telling him to go screw himself, but then he starts wondering how long Tim has been in his apartment and whether he ate dinner before he came here. Probably not. Did he eat lunch? Should Jason ask? What would Dick do? “Fine,” he says eventually. “But I’m picking the toppings, and you can’t have dessert.” There’s a beat. “I didn’t want dessert,” Tim says, voice taking on a bewildered edge. “What are you talking about?” - It’s Wednesday evening and Jason is getting pizza. Dick’s waiting back in Jason’s apartment, because growing up with Bruce has him used to getting waited on hand and foot, and apparently he thinks Jason is his own personal servant or something. It’s oppression, is what it is. “It’s not oppression,” Dick yells after him just before Jason closes the door, “it’s called losing a coin toss, asshole!”

Birds on Jaybird Street, by @cynassa (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39115587) Chapters: 4/4, 14.717 words T, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Official summary: Jason is both annoyed and weirdly flattered when the replacement turns up to ask him for help. He mentally rearranges his calendar so he can be free Wednesday evening and says, “No, fuck off, I have very important business going on.” Tim eyes his 72” TV playing Japanese wrestling more judgmentally than it really deserves. “Important crime things,” Jason emphasizes. “Make Wingdick do it.” Jason doesn't think much of it when Tim needs his help, or Damian moves in, or even when Dick turns up looking beat all to hell. But at some point he realizes that he might be the best option his brothers have to recover from the cycle of violence that Batman has set up, and all he can think is that things were much easier when he was the villain.

Why I love it: In which Dick and Jason decide to adopt Tim and Damian (Jason's kind of an asshole, but a caring one). Kind of the same reason as the previous one: love that trope, love the tone, very funny.

Excerpt: Jason lies, "Sure, I'll take it up with Bruce " "Sure you will, " Tim scoffs. Jason changes his mind, and decides he will take it up with Bruce. "I don't have the time to keep being your nanny," he announces and then says, disapprovingly, "you skateboard, why don't you have knee and elbow pads?" "I'm Robin," Tim snaps, like he didn't put pants on the costume like a little wuss.

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