#i wasn't entirely sure how to answer this because it made my brain immediately go blank lol

[starlit-mansion]

20? :)

What’s something you learned this year?

In terms of a whole new realm of thing, I learned how to play magic (of the gathering variety). I always kind of assumed that playing a tcg would be like playing one of those hours-long playing card games (which is. so fucking boring to me lmao. all the adults in my family really liked playing a canasta variant called hand and foot and it took FOREVER and i grew to dread the inevitable hours of sitting at the table matching suits), but it was very shocking to realize that mtg put me in the same headspace as playing a video game. It's very engaging, and while I probably wouldn't have gotten into it on my own, it's nice to be able to enjoy the runoff of my partner's investment and have a game that doesn't involve looking at a screen.

We are inching closer to being a board game couple though lmao

[writingwisterias]

Blossom

Bestfriend! Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Reader

Words: 3.8k Warnings: Smut 18+, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Unprotected sex, Friends to Lovers, Cheating (not Leon or Reader) Summary: Alone and running away from a bar where your boyfriend cheated on you. You call Leon whom you haven't spoken to in months to seek comfort and end up finding it in more ways than you expected..

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Hope you enjoy my first fic, my requests are open. Check my page for a list of characters I will write for ~ Mads <3

The rain was loud against the hood of your coat; the once peaceful sound that would comfort you as you slept, would now haunt you as you ran away from the bar. You didn't know where you were - you were quite literally running away from your problems. The once peaceful life you had made for yourself was now shattered by one too many drinks; ruined by one stupid pub quiz night. Your boyfriend was caught locking lips with your sister at the bar, his smile brighter than any smile he ever gave to you. Her smug glare was one you would never forget as she looked over her shoulder at the argument unfolding between the two of you. You felt small.. Used. Weak. The entire bar watched on with smiles and laughter as you were humiliated by your own family. “What are you doing?” you whimpered at him. God you felt so pathetic, the tears brimming in your eyes as you looked at the man you sacrificed so much for. “I didn't mean to…baby I'm so sorry” he lied, he grimaced at his own lie. Like the words hurt him to say only now he had been found out. He chased you down the road from the bar until eventually he gave up, you weren't coming back. Not that he cared.

Eventually you came across a bench; deciding you had enough distance from your problems, you sat down ignoring the large puddle of water that had collected on the seat. Your clothes were already soaked through, so what difference would sitting there make now. You had nowhere to go. You couldn’t go home of course, it was a home you both shared. He would be there, probably with your sister, now they didn't have anything to hide anymore. Your fingers fumbled through your bag in search of your phone. A loud sigh left your lips as the frustration began to set in, the rain water made it harder to work your phone screen. As you scrolled desperately for someone to call, one dopey smile warmed your heart as you hovered over the call button. Leon, your best friend for many years, who you hadn't seen in so long. Your boyfriend was constantly jealous of him, ironically because he worried you would leave him for Leon, due to how close the two of you were. Would he even pick up? Would he be home? The decision wasn't yours to make, as the water droplets on the screen pressed the button for you, the dial tone loudly rang out scaring you slightly. “Just this one call”, you thought. That's all you would do, there’ll be someplace else to go if he didn’t answer..

“Hello?”

His voice was rough as he croaked out the words. You immediately panicked thinking you woke him up, your internal monologue stopped you from answering him.

“Hello? Who is this?” He said, his tone became sharper, probing for an answer.

“Leon?” you whimpered, your hand covering your mouth trying to keep the emotions that were threatening to spill out now you had heard his comforting voice. Your name left his lips in a whisper, as if he was shocked to have heard from you at all, clearly not expecting the sudden contact after months of ghosting him.

“What's wrong? Where are you?” He questioned, you could hear his old lamp flicker on in the background, the duvet rustling as he sat up.

“I don't know where…I just ran”

“Just ran? Ran from where? Do you need me to come and get you? Are you okay?”

His concern was too much, the emotions swirling around in your brain like you were drunk. “I’m on a bench, by the pier I think...I’m really not sure. I’m so sorry Leon, I woke you up-”

“It’s fine, I promise, I'm on my way. Just don’t move I’ll try to find you” the words left his mouth so easily, like second nature. He didn't care what time it was, he didn't care you hadn't spoken to him in weeks. He only cared about getting you to safety. “Leon?” you whimpered…”Can you bring a towel, I don't want to get your car wet”

“Don’t tell me you fell in the pier?” he joked, you let out a small chuckle in response. It was weak, barely audible yet he still somehow bought it out of you, even as your world was falling apart. The perfect life you imagined with you and your boyfriend crumbling into a forgotten fairytale, yet he still managed to make you smile. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?” You could hear the car door slam through the speaker, before he hung up.

The street lamps and cars passing reflected on the never ending darkness of the ocean, the waves crashing gently despite the thunderous rainstorm around you. You were left alone with the rage you felt towards your boyfriend and sister. How long has this been going on? How could she do a thing like that to you? How come you never saw it, could you have stopped this? You were drowning in questions; theorizing how they could have gotten the chance to know each other better, to have the kiss look so passionate and freeing for them both. Were you really that bad of a partner to him? Why weren't you enough? The thoughts poisoned your mind, the cloud of overthinking swirling around what little sanity you had left. Your phone began to vibrate, ripping you back to reality. Your phone glowed with his name, the light hurting your eyes as you stared at his contact, at the stream of texts from him trying to apologize and track you down. You wouldn't respond - You wanted him to panic. You hoped he would worry about you all night, steeped in regret, sleepless in your bed. But he was the one who stopped running after you. He chose to turn back to the bar. Back to her.

In the sorrowful storm of your mind, tires screech from behind you, the slam of the car door pulling you back to a familiar silhouette. One you could instantly recognize from any lineup. “Leon?” you whimpered, standing up. Your body ached with cold, the clothing heavy on your frame as you stood there shaking, waiting for him to react. You expected him to walk away when he saw what a mess his old friend was, but instead he walked towards you; His shoes splashed hastily through the puddles that were in his way. “What happened?” he asked, as his arms encased you in a tight hug. You just shook your head, your body trembled as you leaned into his arms craving the warmth and comfort that he provided.

He didn't speak again, pulling away to lead you towards his jeep, opening the door for you, helping you inside. He threw a blanket around your shoulders before he closed the door, running to his side of the car. You brought the fabric to your nose, his scent lingered on it comforting you further. “Your place?” he questioned - even if he hated taking you back to that place, he would if you needed it. But you shook your head, a quiver in your lips as you turned to look out at your reflection on the window. He watched you intently, trying to piece together in his mind what the next best step was. He then nodded silently, and started the car, the faint sound of his rock music filled the silence. “What did he do?” He questioned nervously, his body tensed, preparing for the reply. “My sister”

Well he wasn't expecting that, his brain running 100 mph to come up with some kind of response. If he was this shocked, he couldn't even imagine the thoughts that plagued you right now. “I’m not sure how long it's been going on but you should have seen how at peace they looked with each other. He’s never looked at me like he looked at her.” you said, wiping your face with the blanket removing the rain from your cheeks, frowning at the mascara that transferred onto it. “Fucking assholes the both of them” he swore under his breath. You finally looked over at him, the street lamps illuminating the soft curves of his face, his brows furrowed together as he sat heavy in thought. Was he always this pretty? Had he always smelled this good? Perhaps it had just been far too long for you to remember all the intricate details of him.

The familiar outline of his building slowly came into view, somewhere you had been so often, so casually, but right now it meant so much more. He pulled into his parking space before hopping out of the car to help you get out. You smiled as he pulled the blanket closer around your frame, draping it over your head slightly to prevent you from getting any wetter. He led you instead with his hand on the small of your back, the weight of him there felt different to your boyfriend. It felt protective, not possessive.

“Sorry about the mess” he muttered as he opened the door, ushering you inside to safety. The apartment looked the same as you had remembered it. The interior matched Leon’s personality well, a plethora of small trinkets littered the shelves, the muted colours gave him a relaxing environment to return to after his hellish workdays. There were clothes screwed up in the corner by his work bag, coffee cups and plates still in the sink patiently waiting to be washed. You perched on the edge of the sofa, taking in your surroundings, reminiscing about the times he would walk you through all his possessions, describing each adventure and trip they were from. He watched you scanning the shelves, his eyes saddened as you began to shrink on yourself. “Can I get you anything?” he asked gently. You shook your head, your words were trapped in your mouth, you were too afraid to speak in fear of breaking down again. Leon didn’t need you to say anything, he just moved to sit next to you. His body was there for you to lean on if you needed it. He waited for you to gather yourself, no urgency, just like he had always done for you. Your body eventually sagged towards his side, he wordlessly lifted his arm enticing you into his warmth.

“What did I do wrong Leon? Was I not good enough?” as soon as the words left your mouth, you could feel the gates of pent up despair fly open. The tears had begun to flow like rivers, waves of emotions that you had held for so long ran free throughout your body. He shushed you, placing a kiss at the crown of your head, trying to stifle his anger toward the man who made you this way. Toward the people in your life who made you feel worthless; toward those who took you away from him when it was you who lit up his world. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you're perfect” he whispered into your hair, pulling you closer to him, his own clothes becoming damper from yours. “Then why would they do that? Why did they betray me?”

He failed to muster up an answer, he truly didn’t know why anyone would want to hurt you. How they could make you feel so little about yourself, how they encouraged these derogatory thoughts in your head. He tucked you under his arm, pressing you against his chest in support. “I feel so small, I feel so used” you whimpered, the small sobs you let out broke his heart each and every time he heard them. He pulled away slightly, lifting your chin with his fore-finger to look at your face, the backs of his hands wiping away the tears still forming in the corners of your eyes.

“You're so special to me. Everything I do, everything I endure. I do it for you.”

“But I haven’t spoken to you in months” you spoke as the guilt slowly seeped in.

Leon shook his head, a soft smile placed on his lips as he looked at you. “I knew you wouldn’t have just stopped talking to me, I still fought knowing the work I was doing would keep you safe, that you would get to be happy even if you weren’t in contact with me.”

His smile was so soft, his expression was so warm and caring. “Why?” the question left your lips before you could process if you were ready for the answer. An answer you always craved but never knew if you could accept if it was anything different than what you secretly hoped for.

He paused, questioning whether telling you now in your darkest hour was truly the right thing to do; it was, not just for you, but for him too. “You're the best thing in my life, the escape I always needed. I would spend a lifetime undoing whatever poison he’s injected into your head, I will show you that I care and I will always care, that you are worth something. You deserve so much more than those two could ever give you”

Your hand was warm against his face as you brought him closer, your lips ghosted his in hesitation. Your breath was a silent invitation for him to close the gap, to allow something light and new to blossom. His eyes scanned your face, hunting for any sign of regret. You had enough of waiting and closed the gap, your lips crashed against his in a gentle and passionate kiss. Leon groaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you holding your body close to him. “Are you sure you want this? You just got cheated on...it’s late”

“It feels right, I want this Leon. He chose her. And now I choose you.”

He shook his head, trying not to smirk, leaning to kiss you again, his hands groping the swell of your ass lifting you further into his lap. With that he lifted you up, walking you through his apartment nibbling along your neck taking in the sweet whines that left your lips. He laid you on the bed, the crumpled duvet was engulfed in his scent. He helped peel off your wet shirt before leaving sloppy kisses all over your chest. His hands sprawled out on your waist pulling you closer to him. His hips grinded against your lower half, you let out unstoppable whimpers as your wet jeans rubbed against your clit.

“Such pretty sounds from such a pretty girl” he mumbled against your skin as his hands worked on removing your bra. He groaned at the sight of your breasts, the nipples pebbling at the cold air. Leon's lips brought one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive nub. His hand moved up to the other breast lightly groping it. Your chest heaved into his mouth causing Leon to let out a loud groan as they lightly pressed against his nose causing him to lose his breath. Leon let go of your nipple with a pop, his lips returning to yours with a deep kiss. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip silently begging for access, which you granted him eagerly. Whilst you were distracted with the taste of him, his fingers toyed with the button of your jeans. Once they had managed to get through, he pulled away smirking as he pulled the fabric down your legs in a single jolt. Your thighs flushed red from the cold, wet clothes that Leon had finally freed you from. Leon’s hands ran down your legs before pulling them apart and slotting himself in between.

He felt your fingers gingerly grasp the hem of his shirt. “Seems a bit unfair” you smirked at him. Leon chuckled deeply before pulling the shirt over his head, stepping away slightly so he could get rid of his jeans as well. He quickly returned, capturing your lips again as his finger teased your clothed pussy. His cock twitched against your thigh as he felt the dampness that lingered there. His fingers moved the fabric, swiping against your slit gathering evidence of your arousal. He pulled back examining his fingers in the soft glow of his lamp. A smirk placed on his lips as he looked you in the eye and brought the digits to his mouth. Leon let out a loud groan at the taste, the sweetness of you was better than anything he had ever tasted before.

You writhed against his thigh, craving any ounce of friction on your throbbing core. He chuckled again and flexed his thigh as he watched you pathetically rub against him, your wet panties causing his hairs to curl as you left your mark. He could feel your thrusts weaken as you got closer, almost tempted to bring you to a stop, but that wasn’t his goal tonight. Tonight he wanted you to chase your own pleasure, become so cock drunk on him that you forget about what happened before. He wanted you to never even think about your ex again. His hands gripped your hips helping you thrust as well as pulling you closer to add more pressure to your clothed entrance. He groaned as he felt the fabric become so thick with your arousal, but he wouldn’t remove them yet, he wouldn’t dare to stop you when you were so close to your climax.

Instead he lent down and captured your breast again, his teeth nibbling at the flesh leaving small marks around the sensitive bud. Your moans increased in volume, he couldn’t wait to hear the sounds you would create when he finally sunk into you. Your hands gripped at his forearms, nails leaving crescent shapes in the flesh. You whimpered loudly, his name leaving your lips along with curses as you finally met your climax. He felt your pussy flutter, the poor thing clenching around nothing. Leon let you have your moment of bliss, removing his lips from your breast and capturing your lips instead. His fingers teased the waistband of your underwear and slowly peeled them away. The cold air hitting your wetness causes you to let out a high pitched whine. “Please leon-” you begged. Who was he to deny you what you wanted, his cock ached in its own clothed prison. He kissed you again when he finally released himself. Leon’s cock hung heavy against your thigh, the tip glistening with the pre cum.

Your eyes widened at the girth and length of him, he was so big. You felt the pressure of him at your entrance, gathering up the remains of your orgasm to help lube his dick. Leon whimpered as he sucked at the nape of your neck to muting his moans. Your fingers scraped his back as you finally felt him enter you fully, the burn of the stretch soon turning into pleasure as your walls welcomed him inside. Leon’s hands found yours, holding them as he sheathed himself fully. Your fingers entwined as your bodies connected, his thrusts slow and deep as you got used to his size. “You feel devine” he groaned in your ear, his hands squeezing yours as he gave you another deep thrust. Your walls fluttered around him, the muscles drawing him in further, holding him deep inside you. His compliments caused you to hide in his neck, a warm feeling began to swell into your chest. He let go of one of your hands and directed your face back to where he could see it.

“Oh my pretty girl has gone all shy, come on baby don’t hide from me now” he whispered. His lips leaving delicate kisses along your cheeks as his thrusts began to increase. He leant back watching as your tits bounce as he drove his cock into at an increased speed and depth. His hands moved so he could grip your hips to pull them closer to him. The new angle allowed him to drive his cock deeper, and deeper, his veins started to hit your g- spot causing you to grip and tug at the sheets beneath you.

Leon watched as your thighs began to twitch under his touch, the muscles tensing as you drew closer to another orgasm. Your eyes began to tear up, a few stray ones escaping and ran down your flushed cheeks. Leon could feel his own finish coming closer, his balls tightened as he prepared to spill his load deep into your walls, coating them with himself as a final attempt to get rid of any evidence of that dickhead you claimed to love before. Leon groaned your name as he moved his fingers towards your clit to draw small circles around the sensitive nub to stimulate you further. Your breath caught in your throat a silent scream leaving your lips as you orgasmed. Your body tensed up and then flopped in Leon's arms. He thrusted through your oversensitive state, his own finish too close for him to care. Leon grabbed at your thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders as he drove himself deeper inside of you. You cried at his depth, he loved it, getting lost in your pretty little sounds, the way your velvet walls still brought him in closer despite the overstimulation he was clearly giving you. His hips sputtered as he finally spilled his seed into you. The sounds of your heavy breaths filled the room, both of you searching each other's faces to confirm there were no regrets.

Leon pulled himself out of you slowly, lowering your legs from his shoulders and gave you space as you recollected yourself. “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to think that I am taking advantage of you” he said nervously. You sat up against his headboard watching him. “I don’t think that Leon. I didn’t even think you would pick up, I’m sorry I listened to him and cut contact with you”

The words hung heavy in the room, the two of you not wanting to overstep anymore boundaries. You wondered if your boyfriend thought like this after he was with your sister for the first time. “I don’t want to lose you Leon, if you don’t want to leave me either”

“Never, you have me for as long as you need me”

Leon stood up, putting his boxers back on before finding a pair for you along with one of his shirts. After you changed you lifted the sheets inviting him in. Once he laid down you got comfy, cuddling into him, he smiled down at your frame. “I could get used to this” he smirked, kissing the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you protectively shielding you away for just a little while. It was from then on that you felt it, finally something good to hold on to as you faced whatever happened came tomorrow.

[oddballwriter]

Good Smells

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Summary: A nice little blurb involving Marc enjoying certain smells because they remind him of you.  

Warnings: There's reference to Marc's past and childhood but it's not entirely front and center. This is still hella fluffy. 

Author’s Snip: The reader's gender is never specified but they do have traditionally feminine smells like flowers.

Notes: Something for Marc, my little stress ball of a man. <3 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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"Did you know that out of all of the senses in the human body, smell is most effective in sparking a memory?" Steven mentions as you two walk through the candle aisle of the home decor store.

You don't actually need candles, you came here to get a new desk chair after the previous one was no longer functional or comfortable. But you had a pretty good coupon for the candles here that was going to expire soon. So that's how this topic emerged in Steven's head.

"Does it now?" you reply, "Where'd you learn that." you ask. "Was watching some psychology show while waiting for what I usually watch on that channel we always have on." he answers. "I forget the exact details but apparently when it comes to smells, the neurons in the brain just connect the smell that the nose is picking up with the memory." Steven explains. You hum in response.

"Do you have any smells that make you remember something?" you ask as a means to keep conversation. Steven thinks for a moment before answering, "Whenever I smell that plain room smell, the one's you usually smell in a waiting room or something," he says, "It actually reminds me of storage back at the museum because it had that same smell." Steven correlates. You nod along.

Steven tries to think more on if there are other smells that make him think of something and you sort of wait, but he draws blanks. "I can't think of anything else. I'm sure there's more smells that work for me but right now I'm just getting Marc's." he muttered, sounding more like he was thinking out loud.

"Marc has smells that make him think of things?" you ask. "Yeah, but that's not really something for me to talk about." Steven remarks before continuing to walk along the rest of the aisle. "How about you, love? What are some that you have?" Steven asks, slightly changing the subject to go another direction.

That was a good move of Steven in Marc's opinion. He knows you meant well by asking about the smells that he has connected to memories. It's just that none of his smells are good smells.

No, not like they are things that smell bad. It's that the smells remind him of things that are bad and not so pleasant.

The damp smell of the tunnel.

The smell of the common flowers braided into a grave reef.

Marc had no good smells.

They never really caused the whole immediate remembering thing to be honest. That only happens when he actually lets his mind make the connection. So even then, he had nothing that made him think of anything.

That was until Marc, and the rest of the boys by default, started having certain smells that would just have a memory come up.

And it was all because of you.

You had this hand lotion from some store that smelt like apples. He can smell it on you whenever you cup their face. Sometimes the smell gets on him if he holds your hand long enough or you touch a part of his clothes before it fully settles into the skin of your hands, leaving a small spot with the faintest smell of it. Now whenever he smells anything apple related he just sees your image form in his mind. He literally ate a bear claw donut on a mission once because he missed you and the smell of the apples inside of the pastry made him think of you.

How about that gentle flowery smell that's in your shampoo?

No, it wasn't that artificial smell like the reef. Your shampoo actually smelt like wild and authentic flowers. Like if you stood still long enough a butterfly would mistake the smell of your hair for a patch of flowers. Which is why he buys you flowers from the farmers market. Sure, they're better looking and selling than the artificial ones, but also because he know's you'll put them in a vase somewhere in the flat and when you're away he'll have that same lovely flower smell.

If you were to ask if he had any smells that sparked any memories now, he would have an actual answer. A good answer.

Good smells.

[crimsonredfeathers]

Leaving

~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~

Hawks x fem!Reader

Warnings: smallest bit of fluff if you squint your eyes hard enough

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: This is an ongoing series for now that will probably include fluff, angst, and smut at a later point. Reader is a few years older than Hawks.

Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10

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Knowing you all too well from working with you on a daily basis for the past six months, Hawks immediately recognized your form on the street. "Hey, y/n!" His cheerful voice took you by surprise when he flew up beside you. "Hawks," you replied, stopping in your tracks, "what are you doing here?" His boots made contact with the pavement, as he landed right in front of you. "I was just wrapping up patrol and saw you walking all by yourself," he smiled as he folded his wings behind his back. "Guess you made it out of the agency on time for once." Hawks scratched the back of his head, knowing full well that it was usually his fault, that you barely left the office on time. You chuckled at his behavior. He definitely felt bad for making you stay after office hours, because you had to help with the reports or reschedule the entire upcoming day, considering the HPSC had decided that they'd need to see him first thing in the morning on short notice once again. But, honestly, you didn't mind at all.

"I hope your patrol went well, and I don't have to turn around to go back to the office," you joked while raising an eyebrow at him, an amused look present on your face. "No, y/n, you go and enjoy your evening," he laughed. "What about you?" His golden eyes widened in surprise. "I, uhm..." Hawks moved his hand to rest on his chin, just like he was contemplating what the actual answer to that question was. It surprised you that it took him that long to figure out what to tell you and triggered a whole new train of thought in your brain.

Comparing the life of a young pro hero who has been climbing the ranks as fast as Hawks had since his debut to his sidekicks sure wasn't ideal, but at least they would talk about joining friends for dinner or spending some quality time with their families. Hawks did not - not once. Didn't he go home after work to spend time with his loved ones or maybe go out to meet up with some friends? Did he just not want to talk about it? Or maybe, just maybe, there wasn't anyone waiting for him at all.

Come to think of it, you yourself didn't have any connections to anyone in this city, except for your work relations. Sure, you kept in touch with your friends back in your hometown, sending over a card whenever one of their birthdays drew close or calling them from time to time to see how they were doing. But ever since you'd moved over here, you were kind of lonely. An idea popped into your mind, and you did the only thing that seemed right to you. "You know, if you don't have anything better to do... Maybe you'd like to come over to my place and have a coffee with me?"

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Luckily, your apartment wasn't that far away, and while you could see other people staring, you didn't run into any real trouble. A few "uhs" and "ahs" accompanied you on your way from people who, of course, recognized the hero walking next to you. "Is she your girlfriend?" The both of you froze. Now that question took you by surprise. "It's a secret," Hawks winked at the girl with a cryptic look on his face. Instead of entertaining his mischievous behavior, you shook your head. "I'm his secretary," you clarified. Hawks pouted, reminding you of a kid that didn't get its way. "No fun, y/n," he whined. "Let's go, boss," you laughed heartily and continued your walk, motioning him to follow.

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You unlocked and opened the door to your apartment, inviting Hawks in. "Make yourself at home," you smiled, the both of you discarding your shoes at the entrance area. Walking over to your living room, you watched him take in every detail of his surroundings while maneuvering through your apartment with utmost care so he wouldn't knock anything over with his feathers. With anyone else, you'd have felt a little weirded out, but during the past months, you'd learned that Hawks was very observant. "Take a seat," you nodded towards your sofa, "I'll be back with some coffee." Smiling, you left him in your living room.

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With two cups of coffee and a hell of a lot of sugar cubes in a small bowl on a tray, you entered your living room again, only to see Hawks still standing in the room, right in front of a framed picture. "Who are they?" You placed the tray on the sofa table and walked over to stand next to him. "That's my former boss." You pointed at a middle-aged man standing on the right side of the picture. Moving the tip of your index finger over the glass that covered the photograph in the frame, you introduced Hawks to the people in the picture until you pointed at a younger version of yourself. "Well, and that would be me, just... younger. We took that photo only a few weeks after I started working at the office." A soft smile grazed your lips, as Hawks side-eyed you. "Do you miss them?" The tone of his voice was oddly low. "Sometimes I do miss the time we had together." You turned your head to look at him. A bittersweet expression was plastered on his face. Your eyes softened. "But then again, I wouldn't be working for you right now if things went any differently, and," you nudged his shoulder in an attempt to lighten up the mood, "working for you is something I really enjoy." Hawks' features relaxed visibly at your confession. "And now," you walked over to your sofa and plopped down, "let's enjoy our coffee before it's cold."

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The two of you sat there for the better part of an hour, talking about whatever came to mind. You told him a little about your life, how you'd realized early on that being a hero yourself was out of the question as you'd been born quirkless, but you did admire the hard work heroes put into making sure that everybody was safe, and how your mind was set on helping the heroes so they had more time available to help others. You spoke briefly about your time at U.A., where you had joined the business course since it didn't require a quirk at all, and how you had secured the job at the hero's agency back at home after graduating. Hawks listened carefully to everything you had to say. Even if he didn't tell you, he was deeply impressed by your dedication.

Hawks revealed a few snippets of his life himself, how he never went to any high school with a hero course, but was instead privately trained by the Hero Public Safety Commission for years. He didn't elaborate in detail on how he got there or what exactly the people at HPSC had taught him, and, quite frankly, it seemed rude to you to ask, but he did tell you that they had discovered him when he had saved a few people after a car accident when he was still a child. Hawks continued by telling you about how excited he was when he could finally open his very own agency once he had turned 18, but how overwhelming the workload could be sometimes. He was thankful that you'd done your best every single day since you'd joined the team and always had their backs. And, unexpectedly, taking your hand that had been resting on your thigh into his gloved one and squeezing it gently, he added: "I knew you were the right choice right away."

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Taglist: @claratakami @chrisrue15 @mysideeffectsofyou

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A huge thanks to everyone who's reading and supporting this story! See you next chapter ❤️👋

[theweirdhybrid]

SOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT DID YOU THINK OF SEASON 4!?~

-Abandoned King anon

So answering this is like [ checks watch ] two months late but I finally found a place I could watch it! I'll admit I wasn't spending a whole lotta time looking bc my brain switched to hyperfixating on TMNT instead of LMK, BUT, that doesn't mean my love for the series disappeared!

I'm actually hoping to start working on Into The Wukongverse again after I finish the season :0 I haven't seen the specials yet unfortunately, the website I'm using doesn't have them bc they're not out in english yet I don't think :(

But also, if I start work on Into The Wukongverse again, I'll be working on it alongside my ROTMNT fic "Just This Once, Everybody Lives" because I refuse to abandon that fic. I have vivid stories in my mind for both, and sure, I haven't touched ITTW in... a while, BUT I haven't stopped thinking about it this whole time! I still have the masterpost pinned for a reason! I'll have to go back and redo some of it, but I'm still working on it, I promise!

(this gets long so I'm slapping a read more on this bad boy)

So my initial thoughts when I saw how different the sworn brothers were from the original cast of brothers (i wasn't terribly surprised honestly considering how different LMK already is to the source material) was actually delight! I'd already known about the new demons, since they made book appearances (it's been... a while since I've thought deeply about LMK, I'll be honest, so some lore has slipped from my brain unfortunately) and I can't quite remember if they were part of the og brotherhood or not, but I DO know they were adversaries that Wukong fought later on! So it was really cool to see them animated like that! Makes me wonder what became of the og brotherhood members, tho.

It was honestly a little funny how Azure told MK and Mei not to draw attention to themselves and the first thing they do is try to kidnap Tripitaka after saving him from being eaten XD Honestly, these doofuses... The episodes are very fast paced, but it's understandable considering they're only eleven minutes long

And also...

Married. Married, holy SHIT they are so married I'm not even joking LOOK AT THIS OH MY GOD also the "I'm your Tangy :(" line- HUSBANDS. MARRIED. OH MY GOD. Literally this was so fucking cute oh my goooOOOOOOOOOOOOD-

Also, the entire thing of "No, Wukong's not my dad. Pigsy's my dad." and MK denying Wukong being his dad w the "If he was my dad don't you think he would've said something by now?" and then Mei shooting back with "Yeah, because he's sooooo forthcoming with information." was AMAZING. It had me looking at my lore for the Wukongverse and going "Yeah that tracks" XD

AND THEN TANG BEING TELEPORTED TO THE KINGDOM OF WOMEN AND BEING OFFERED WATER FROM THE RIVER AND IMMEDIATELY SCREAMING IN TERRORR AND TELEPORTING AWAY WAS FUCKING AMAZING I'M FUCKING CRYINGGGGGG

AND THE- THE BRIEF TELEPORTATION TO NEZHA AND AO BING'S FIGHT?????? HI HELLO I'M GOING FUCKING INSANE

AND THE LADY BONE DEMON CAMEOS...

AND AO LIE!!!!!!!! HEHEHA

I love knowing my JTTW history this is so fucking cool :D

Also, regarding who MK really is, I just wanna say... I FUCKING CALLED IT. I CALLED IT!!! I KNEW, THE MOMENT I SAW MK REVERT TO A STONE EGG IN THE FIRST EPISODE THAT THERE WAS NO WAY HE WASN'T A STONE MONKEY TOO >:D

In fact, depending on how canon fully reveals what's going on MK and his past, I might even be able to say I predicted it w the ITTW lore :p I never did reveal how MK came to be, but I never forgot that piece of lore, so we'll have to see how it holds up to canon, but it looks like my version of the lore is pretty similar to canon but! We'll just have to see :)

[plural-affirmations]

(you can totally leave this til whenever you have time honestly I need to get it out of my head as much as get feedback tbh)

Am I a bad person for breaking up with the old hosts boyfriend?

So. When we discovered the system, before I split, old host (we'll call them M) had a polycule of three people, a boyfriend (A) and a agender partner (K). When M felt ready they explained everything to A and K and let a few headmates introduce themselves. K was really nice and understanding, it didn't quite get the entire concept of plurality or fictives (which we have plenty of) but it was friendly and it's been great about asking questions to understand us better and even now still reads resources we send it for stuff it doesn't quite get.

A, uh.. Immediately started cracking jokes about our fictives. He was calling Shoto "knock off Zuko" and telling him to 'roast marshmallows for him', and threatening to send.. Italian mobsters.. After Hitoshi? Because 'Hitoshi is what Mario does to make Yoshi stick his tongue out'? M and Keith, our gatekeeper, both told him to knock it off, and he wasn't as outwardly bad for a while, but still didn't really interact with anyone else much.

Fast forward a bit and M went dormant, I became the new host. K was confused but understanding, it never made me feel bad for being here when M wasn't, and it still to this day talks to us plenty. (M is back but isn't allowed to front at home for reasons, we schedule dates sometimes where it can spend some time with them outside now) But A kind of just. Started acting really weird.

I don't remember a lot of the details here so sorry if it gets fuzzy.

I am an alterhuman in headspace, I was me one day and the next I woke up with cat ears and a tail. Still not sure how that happened but I've embraced it. A started making.. Not entirely safe for work jokes about it. That made me uncomfortable but he never really apologized? He also called me "the cat" like, in a very distant dehumanizing way?

He also uh. Blatantly misgendered someone, repeatedly, and then never apologized because 'his profile picture makes him look like a girl'.

I know there was more but it's all hazy. Eventually Keith sent him a long message that he had to start taking this stuff seriously and that he was treating us like a goofy game and not someone dealing with a lot of trauma that was struggling to hold everything together, told him he had to do some research and learn the ugly side of our disorder and stop acting like we're playing pretend. K directly offered to answer questions and help him figure it out better during the same conversation. But he basically ghosted us for a month after that, never said anything, never reacted when we tried to talk to him, just totally shut us out, so finally I messaged him like, "look I'm sorry but this is too much, I can't handle you in our life right now, I know I'm not M and maybe only they can dump you but as far as I'm concerned I don't want you around" and kicked him from our server/blocked him a few places. That was a few months ago and apparently he ghosted K at the same time, even though they were also dating and we never asked K to pick sides or stop seeing him?

Literally everyone I've talked to about this says I did the right thing and that it's his own fault for not being a safe person for us and not wanting to learn, and even typing it all out, I know I'm better off with him gone, but I can't shake feeling guilty. I didn't really choose to be host, the brain just kind of shoved me forward when M left and I had to roll with it, but I can't stop this feeling like everything I'm doing is destroying M's life and making everyone else miserable. I also had to cut off a friend that flat out fakeclaimed us, even though they'd been friends for years.

Idk I just feel like I'm a placeholder and eventually M is gonna want their body back and I'm gonna have completely torpedoed everything about their life.

(This is going to get long, apologies in advance.)

Hey, it's Solo typing right now. I was host for the first half of the year, and I had some really similar feelings about messing up Nix's life too. But I'll get to that in a minute.

Short answer: no, you're not a bad person for breaking up with him, he sounds like a complete asshole.

Long answer: you deserve to have someone in your life that'll treat you better than that, especially for (I'm assuming from context clues, sorry if I'm wrong) having traumagenic and/or disordered plurality that you quite literally cannot control. The jokes he made were extremely far out of line, and also super disrespectful, in my opinion.

That's not even touching on the fact that he was told at least once to quit, and decided to?? Fucking ghost you??? Nah, I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. I'm really sorry if that comes across as rude. It's just, I hate seeing people like you being mistreated just for being a system. It's rife with ableism, it's hurtful to you, it's just... unacceptable. And he probably knew damn well what he was doing, because people who are actually decent wouldn't have left you in the dust as soon as they were called out for being awful.

Now, as far as the being afraid part... I relate really, really strongly to that. That's why I chose to come out and answer this ask, actually. Because, I wanted to tell you... you're not doing anything wrong.

I'll spare you the time and unnecessary details, but TL;DR is that Nix desperately needed a break for about a solid 6 months. So, I split, and I was immediately thrown into the driver's seat.

The entire time, I felt exactly the way you do. "What if he comes back and hates all the things I've done?". That sorta thing. But, it turns out, when he came back... all the changes I had made were for the better. I cut toxic people out, I went to therapy, etcetera. So, despite my fears, he was actually really, really appreciative and happy about it.

I can't guarantee things will be exactly the same way for you guys, but I do want to say that -- at least from where I'm sitting -- you're making changes for the better, too. Even if M comes back and doesn't necessarily agree with everything you've done, I don't think anyone can fault you for genuinely trying your best with what you were given, considering the circumstances.

Basically... give yourself some credit. It's going to be ok, and everything is going to work out eventually. That much I can promise.

Sorry this got so unbelievably lengthy, I tried to cut down on it, but I had a lot of thoughts. Please feel free to come back if you have absolutely anything else you want to add! You're always welcome here. ❤️

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[silv3reyedstranger]

20 Questions

thank you @appropriatelystupid for tagging me! i just finished my french exam this morning so doing this is an awesome way to spend my afternoon🥳

How many works do you have on AO3?

i was not aware that i had seven written and posted?? that's wild :0

2. What's you total AO3 count?

31,822 words?? also a massive surprise since i don't write or post nearly as often as i'd like...but hey, i'll take the win!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

okay, so obviously supercorp lives rent free in my head, but i'm also deeply entrenched in the cissamione and bellamione fandoms. i've got a fuck ton of wips for them, but i haven't put much out yet. however, recently, rojarias (reignjas) has been taking up ALL my brain space—i'm dying to write a lawyer au.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

erm. well, since i only have seven, i'll give you the top two? 1st: i'm home when i'm with you...2nd: this color looks better on you than me

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i used to be really into and really good about responding to comments because i really appreciate every single one (and i still do) but it took a lot out of me and made me a little anxious, so i don't do it anymore. that being said, i still love and cherish every single comment that's ever been left!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm really not the biggest fan of angsty endings, so i don't write them very much. i'd much prefer piling on the angst throughout and giving them a happy ending. there's too much sadness and grief in the world already, i feel like everyone should get a happy ending.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oo, okay, i'm not sure about happiest since they feel pretty even, but if i really had to pick maybe oh how love stings?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't currently, which i think is in part because of how lovely most people in the fandoms i'm in now are, but years ago i wrote a dramione fic and people had a lot (which wasn't necessarily hate, but it was still unnecessary) to say about that.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

i've tried on occasion, but let's just say i'm still working out the kinks (pun intended)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i don't and i don't think i will anytime in the near future because i feel like a lot of planning will have to go into that and i don't have the brain space right now. but secondly, i don't feel an immediate urge to merge any two worlds currently.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

luckily, no, not that i'm aware of—hopefully it stays that way!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

i've had someone ask in my comments before, but as mentioned above i don't really answer comments and i'm still not sure if i'm entirely comfortable with translations even if it allows a larger audience access to the fic.

13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?

i was working on one with @glitterslytherin a few years back, but we never quite got much of it finished haha

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

it's gotta be supercorp, but currently, rojarias and cissamione have me in a chokehold (i suppose i'm on my supercorp detox atm? maybe i'll be able to churn out fics after this little break)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i think this applies to all my WIPs to be honest. obviously i want to finish them all, but motivation is a bitch and she tends to come and go as she pleases XD

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'd like to think i do a pretty good job with dialogue. i used to be better at descriptions, but i think the balance has tilted the last couple of years.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

being able to just write and not edit on the way (another reason i rarely finish things) also planning is very much not my forte💀

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

while i am bilingual and almost trilingual, i do tend to stick with english since i feel like it's jarring to have a bit of a different language suddenly pop up and then the reader has to read the translation. and two, i'm not even grammatically accurate in english all the time, so forget about another language!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh, this is so mortifying...i believe it was percy jackson, but following closely behind was harry potter.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

i don't think i love any of the fics i have out at the moment—like, don't get me wrong, i'm super proud of them—but there's not one finished one that parades in my head all the time. the rojarias lawyer au and a supercorp orchestra au are constantly being thought about though?

tagging a couple of mutuals if ya'll wanna take part!

@theredcapeofk @yanana94 @belladonnainbloom @coffeeshib @naralanis @an-organism

[graygiantess]

Thank you for In Hell Together After All, it absolutely crushed me (in a good, painful way). ❤️ It made me wonder what is your history with IWTV/The Vampire Chronicles: how did you become a fan, what caught your attention and what made you want to "stay"?

And also, you probably write a lot of your headcanons into your stories, but do you have any specific headcanons of any of the characters/relationships in the series?

Hey Nonny!

Sorry for the late reply. Covid broke my brain and I can only focus on reading/writing for very short stretches of time.

(I love getting these asks, though, so please no one feel deterred by this, lol!)

I'm so glad you enjoyed In Hell Together After All! And thank you for your ask. 😊

Putting my answer under the break again so as not to clog up people's dash with my novel-length ramblings.

Luce and TVC

I first got into TVC when I was 14, which is almost 21 years ago. My 13yo foster sister and I were completely obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. 

I was aware that there was a vampire movie with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt and wanted to see it. I have a much older half-sister and the three of us ended up having a movie night at her house. We watched Interview With the Vampire and The Blair Witch Project.

We were all very 👁👁 throughout the entire movie. Then I bought a boxset of the first four books, foster sister and inhaled the first three books, watched the QotD movie and got very pissed off by how terrible it was. 😂

We were like, "Guess we'll always have the books 🤷‍♀️". I ordered TVA, because QotD had left me completely Armand-obsessed, and started reading Tale of the Body Thief.

I don't remember quite what it was, but Lestat says something at the start of TotBT that my 14yo self just thought was so stupidly retconny that I went, "Yeah, fuck that". I think it was something about how he only ate bad guys and that that was somehow in service of Jesus? Whatever it was, I wasn’t having it, so I put it down and never picked it back up. 😂

Then in my late teens/early twenties I followed Anne Rice on Facebook for a while, but I got kinda creeped out when she started addressing everyone with 'dearest People of the Page'. I distinctly remember thinking, "Lady, I'm here for gay vampire reasons, not to be in a cult". 😅 So I unfollowed her and spent about a decade not thinking about TVC very much at all.

AND THEN in early summer of 2022 the YouTube algorithm informed me that AMC was making an IWTV show. I reread IWTV and in October thought, "Let’s give this a go."

I had my reservations because I still remembered my teenage rage at the QotD movie, and I wasn't sure how I felt about them changing the time period and casting 'some old guy' as Daniel (sorry Eric! 🙈).

BUT THEN Jacob came on all, "Dear Mr. Molloy, did you know you can orgasm just from hearing a man's voice? Wanna finish what we started half a century ago?" and my head just about exploded!

This is the second interview?! They’re revisiting it 49 years later?! OMGGG, that's the most genius storytelling move in the history of storytelling! 😱

I watched ep2 right after and then desperately needed to yell about the show with other sickos. So I joined Twitter and started reading fic again (which I'd only really done when I was 17 and obsessed with that wizard school franchise), started writing fic, joined fic-themed group chats/Discords and made a Tumblr so I could (lovingly) yell at other fic writers.

And now I've published over 150k words in fic and there's IWTV fan art all over my house. 😂

So it was really the show that made me come back to stay. It's just thee best TV show of all time to me.

And as much as this fandom can be a shit show, it's really helped me stay sane while grappling with my long covid, which has left me very incapacitated in many other areas of my life.

Luce's headcanons

Asking me for my headcanons has the same effect as asking me for my favorite movies or songs in that it immediately makes me forget any headcanons I ever had. 😂

You're right that I write a lot of them into my fics, which are mainly me exploring my headcanons and asking myself what if...? I have a couple others, though I'm not sure these are really headcanons or more actual theories, though, so I apologize if this wasn't what you were looking for.

- I've mentioned this one before, but Louis and Lestat had a grand old time during their honeymoon phase between Louis getting turned and Louis almost eating Grace's baby. I think people tend to make too big a deal out of Louis being an unreliable narrator but it's a little too convenient how quickly he skips over those 6-7 years. I think he doesn’t like to think about how much fun he had with Lestat just having all the sex, getting super rich and eating whoever the fuck he wanted.

- Daniel isn’t going to give a single fuck about the ethics of killing people in order to survive once he finally becomes a vampire. We already know he’s selfish and a hypocrite. I can just see him fully ready to view all humans as savory inferiors once he’s no longer one of them.

- If show!Daniel ever met Marius, he would punch him in the face. 🤭

- Santiago is going to be SO jealous of Louis's relationship with Armand. I don't care if Santiago and Armand end up having zero homoerotic tension between them on screen, they're fucking to me.

- I'm also a Claudeline truther. Show!Claudia doesn’t need a parental figure the way book!Claudia does but she very much yearns for romantic love, and she did say Charlie was the last boy she'd ever love, and went after the woman when Lestat asked her if she wanted the Mr. or the Mrs. in ep7.

Kudos to anyone who made it all the way to the end of this answer! Your prize is getting to choose if I share:

A) A silly anecdote about that movie night I had with my sisters.

B) A shocking fact that might get me cancelled as an Armandaniel fic writer. 👀

(Though tbh, if you pick B, I'll probably still give you A for free.)

[after-witch]

I don't know if it's just me (hopefully not) that was rooting that Ollie stayed with The Smiling Man in Empty Smiles. Idk throughout the whole series he's been my favorite character, I always saw his character as this mysterious, scheming (and extremely fine) man?? i don't know what else to refer to him as, but he just seemed lonely in the last book. Especially when we figured he wasn't able to go into the funhouse with all the mirrors because he was always alone (and there was a high chance he was afraid to go in for it would show his true fear) anyways, do you think he was just trying to add Ollie to his collection of servants or?? opinions?

Spoilers for Empty Smiles!

No, it's not just you. The entire time my brain was just:

But I've always wanted characters to do the wrong thing in those types of scenarios with antagonists, because I find the hypothetical aftermath to be the most interesting part.

I knew logically Ollie wasn't going to say yes, and Coco wasn't going to say yes, but I'll be darned if I wasn't immediately wondering what if they did.

"anyways, do you think he was just trying to add Ollie to his collection of servants or?? opinions?"

We never get a clear answer and it's agonizing. I do think that his original offer, made the first evening he shows her around the carnival, was his attempt to make sure she can't "win" by being rescued by her friends. It was the easiest way out, to make Ollie herself agree to stay, therefore nullifying the original deal which would have given her friends a chance to save her.

Would she have been his servant if she agreed? I don't know... Assuming he wasn't hiding some tricky horrible Fate Worse than Death behind his offer, and I don't think he was since he did say she wouldn't get turned into a doll or scarecrow, I almost get the impression that she might have become someone like him in time?

Maybe he would have showed her around behind the mist, helped her explore, then eventually she might have the same tasks as he does. Not in any sinister way--like "mwahaha now you must do my job!"--but as a natural progression of being someone who exists behind the mist not trapped as a scarecrow or as a ghost who can move between the mist & regular world, but as herself. She would help keep the way open, too.

I don't think he would have turned around and like, forcibly turned her into a servant akin to the scarecrow or anything like that, though. It doesn't seem his style.

I think it's telling that the carnival car she was staying in had clothes that belonged to someone else. She's not the first person who has traveled the carnival with him. Who were they? Why were they there? Did they escape the smiling man (not something that happens often) or did he make them a similar offer--agree to stay--and they took it? Or did they turn into a doll, a failed escape? How many others have been in something akin to Ollie's position?

While I do think the original offers to stay were designed to make her give up leaving so he could win, I think Ollie was spot on when she wondered if he was lonely and he would have--in the end, especially after she made comments about "friends don't lie to each other at all" and he seemed affected by it--wanted companionship.

For instance, when he offered for the three of them to stay after they'd already gotten the keys, maybe partly it was "I am obliged to try to stop them" but I do think, in some ways, he would have been interested in having them stay behind the mist with him because they have proven themselves worthier than the countless other people he's tricked.

As for what would have happened to them, exactly... it's so murky. But perhaps it's best that way, we can come to our own conclusions.

[hexenmond]

I had an entirely new experience today, a human interaction that both challenged and humbled me. On my way home from the office I got stopped by a woman on a bike who asked whether I had a mobile that could call other mobile numbers for free (without any kind of introduction, but friendly and a little hesitant). I actually don't know in detail and I didn't care, said if she needed to make a call she could use my phone for that.

So she let me type the number and didn't get anyone on the first try, but the other person called back almost immediately. She leaned against a tree, I tried not to listen because it wasn't really any of my business, but the call took a few minutes and so I had some time to think.

I realised I was judging her based on her appearance, even though I try not to do that generally – the more people are different from what I'm used to, the more it happens. I do realise this is a human instinct but anyway, I was very aware of it and tried to challenge my assumptions. I also got to think about just how vital my mobile phone is to me, and I quickly realised that this was a very classic situation for me where somebody asks for something or tells me something, and my first impulse is to say yes and go with it, without thinking it through or checking in with my own feelings about it.

But since the call took a while I had plenty of time to become aware of all of that, and to get a feeling for my actual boundaries around this strange woman and my phone and how I actually felt about what was happening. (As well as balancing that with my prejudices, which were a little negative.)

When she finished she thanked me, and then she hesitated another bit and said "I would like to ask another thing", dithered a bit, and said, "I could really use a hug right now".

I thought that was amazing. To ask a complete stranger for a hug? Friend you live in a different world than I do! But then I don't ask ANYBODY for a hug, so that's that.

Anyway I said yes, because why not. I quite like hugging people. So we got in position (seriously, she picked an even spot on the ground and a direction to face – not sure why), and embraced each other. And then we stood there, in an entirely platonic hug, quite still, for MINUTES. Not sure how many exactly but let me tell you, I have never hugged anyone like that, for so long, in my life.

It was long enough for our breathing to align, for me to think about how we were the same size, how it was quite cosy, and about a million other things with several moments of calling my brain back to what was happening right now. It was a new, and amazing, experience for me.

So after eternity passed we parted, and she tried another call with no answer, and we talked for a little bit and exchanged first names and I found out she lives just around the corner from me (did not tell her where exactly I live though). I thanked her for asking for the hug, and she thanked me for actually engaging in the way I did. She also asked whether we might hug again sometime – she said she absolutely needs hugs to live.

So yeah… it seems to me that we are two very different people, and her feeling so strange to me makes me feel cautious. But she was very straightforward, which I deeply appreciate, and explicitly asked whether we might meet up or if a call would be okay. I'm still not sure how I feel about all of it.

For the time being I am going to say: I made a new acquaintance today, who is weird in a different way than I am, and who is interesting to me. And maybe she will help me get clearer on my boundaries (probably), but maybe she will do so in a way that goes nicely with hanging out occasionally.

[sammy-is-not-smiley]

Employee of The Year

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

Summary: Home life leads you to having a panic attack right in the middle of your shift with Steve at Scoops Ahoy.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings/Tags: Panic attack depiction, mentions of trouble with parents marriage, hurt/comfort because it's all I have, Robin being cute, pet names? Kinda?, use of (y/n)

A/N: Took a break for a moment from my request box. Ironically, I wrote the 2nd half of this right after having an aggressive panic attack. Whoop whoop. Anyways enjoy!

You had been struggling to keep your heart rate down all day. Home the night before had been a madhouse. Once again your parent’s had been yelling in the kitchen late into the night, leaving you anxious and exhausted for your shift at the mall the next day. You had never handled your anxiety well while exhausted, let alone during a noisy, busy Saturday at Scoops Ahoy. Usually the babbling of the crowds would fade to white noise in the background, but today it relentlessly battered your nerves.

You were just thankful Steve was your partner for that day. Usually, you both found your workflow at the front, you taking the orders while he scooped and served them. Together, you would fly through customers like nobody's business. Today though, despite the familiarity of the job, your personal flow was disrupted.

Unknown to you, you weren't hiding it as well as you had thought. Steve could tell you weren’t entirely on top of your game that day, but he wasn’t sure how to address it, even as the rush began to die down. He just knew he wasn't going to leave you alone at the front, even if he didn't get his break.

After a couple of kids paid you in just quarters, you forced yourself to take a deep breath. Thankfully you had a moment just before the next woman walked up to the register. “Hello,” She chimed and rested her billfold on the counter in front of her. “In the Vanilla Cherry Swirl, is the cherry just a syrup or are there actual cherry bits in it?”

You closed the register and blinked at her. You knew the answer. Of course you did, the ice creams had been easy to memorize. But for some reason, that was it. That question is what seemed to be too much for your brain to handle. The sound of the crowd suddenly seemed to get a lot louder.

Blankly, you stared at the woman, your hands beginning to flick abcentmindedly at your sides. “Um… There’s….”

“It’s just a syrup mixed in it, ma'am,” Steve cut in for you, putting a hand to your back encouragingly. He immediately noticed your nervous fidgeting. Once or twice he had seen you do it at school before an important exam, but this fidgeting seemed more frantic than those past times. In fact, you had seemed to be growing more and more tense as your shift went on.

You nodded, eyes suddenly darting around everywhere except the woman. You became hyper aware of the mass of people swirling behind the woman. The tops of your tense hands began to tingle and your chest tightened. The pounding of your heart growing ruthless, the sounds of people’s nearby conversations flying around like bees in your head.

You knew these signs.

Shit.

“Oh good, I’ll just get a small cup of the Vanilla Cherry then,” The woman responded with a kind smile.

There was silence for a moment as you stared at the counter, completely missing what the woman had said. You chewed painfully at your lip. The only thing bringing you back was the pat of Steve's hand on your shoulder.

“You wanna take a break? I can handle this one.”

You nodded, turning swiftly and breezing past him to the back, not even giving him a passing glance.

Bursting through the door, dread followed you and slowly creeped up your neck. Your breath felt like it had been sucked out of you. Your flicking hands had now turned to violent trembles and you felt the urge to run and hide. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere away from the crowd, away from the customers, away from Steve.

You tore off your uniform hat, a hot flash coming over you so intense that it made you nauseous. Your feet began to move, the break room flying past you in a dizzy blur, and you found yourself in the supply room. Your legs began to tremor under you and you knew you needed to sit down before you somehow toppled over. No chairs in the room, you sat on the cool floor and pushed yourself to the back corner of the room, your windpipe feeling as though it were closing up. Tears began to insist on falling and you death gripped your white hat.

Everything moved in fast and slow motion at the same time, reality warping around you. The stocked shelves looked like they had suddenly tripled in height, making you feel even smaller than you already felt.

A whimper left your lips and you cowered, running your hands into your hair in an effort to feel some sort of protection. Your whole body began convulsing as if you had just sat yourself down in the freezer.

You couldn’t stop it.

Everything was wrong.

All of it was too much.

And you couldn't stop it.

After processing the woman’s order, there finally was nobody else in line. Steve sighed, taking his chance for a break as well. When he walked into the back, he expected to see you sitting at the table. When he didn’t, his brow came together in confusion.

“(y/n)?” He called out, wondering where else you could have gone. The employee bathroom door was still open, so you couldn’t have been there. There weren't really that many places you could hide.

He walked over to the supply room. “(y/n), you in here?” He asked just as he heard a sniffle from behind the shelves. He turned the corner to see you, stuffed in the back corner and curled into a ball, shaking aggressively.

His brow immediately jumped on his forehead in alarm. “Woah, woah, hey,” He ran up and kneeled in front of you, resting his hands on your beat up shoes. His chest almost physically hurt at the sound of your broken cries. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

All you could do in response is shake your head, eyes squeezed shut both in fear and embarrassment. You definitely weren’t used to someone finding you in this state, let alone Steve. Why did he have to look for you?

He leaned back slightly, a bit at a loss of what to do for a moment. It was clear you weren't in the frame of mind to speak. However, even if using words wasn’t an option, he still wanted to help.

Slowly he moved himself to sit next to you, trying not to startle you somehow. Once he was in place, he tilted his head down to yours before speaking. “Do you… want a hug?”

That made you open your eyes. Because yes. You desperately needed a hug. You needed anything that could ground you and somehow Steve felt like the perfect answer.

Sheepishly you nodded, your panic-stricken body continuing to shake as he pulled you in without hesitation. One large hand cupped the back of your head while the other began to rub your back soothingly. “Breath, sweetheart, breath,” He crooned. “Jesus, you’re shaking so hard…” Only then did he connect the dots. You had stressed yourself out so much it drove you to a panic attack. He knew something had been off, but he never thought it could end up like this. He mentally kicked himself for not saying anything.

You didn’t care anymore if you were still shaking. All that mattered was for the first time during an attack… you weren’t alone. It felt foreign but in the best possible way. Everything around you hurt. Everything but him.

Steve's chest was warm and his work shirt gladly soaked up your fallen tears. The hand behind your head began stroking at your scalp and working out the tension built up in your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. But, god, it felt good.

You shimmied further into him, turning your head slightly to listen to his own breathing and heartbeat. Gradually your brain began to slow down, the thump of his heart becoming the only thing you wanted to exist in your world. Naturally, you also began to follow his own breathing pattern and, although your body tremors didn’t cease, you were able to stop the tears from flowing.

The sound of a bell rang through the air from the front counter, making you jolt upward into his chin. “Shit, customer,” You spoke hoarsely, attempting to push your weak body off of Steve’s.

You immediately felt resistance as he easily pulled your weak body back into him. “It’s not important right now, they can wait.”

“We’re still on the clock,” You snivelled, nuzzling into his shirt as embarrassment began to fill your chest again.

He sighed, thinking. “What time do you get off?”

“3:30.”

You felt him remove his arm from your back as he checked his wrist watch. It left a cold patch where the warmth had been. “It’s 3:15-ish, Rob will be here at 3:20 and can grab it, it’s fine.” He wrapped his arm back around you and squeezed. “I’m not gonna leave you.”

You felt more tears brim your eyes at the statement and didn’t argue any further. This was the quickest you had ever seemed to come down from a panic attack. You didn’t want to let him go. He felt like home… he felt better than home.

“Hey losers, there’s someone at the counter!” You heard Robin’s voice call out not long after as she walked into the back. “Uh, hello?” Her footsteps led up until she turned the same corner Steve had in the supply room. When her eyes met your intertwined figures, she froze, initially thinking she had walked in on a make out session. However, when Steve looked up at her with sorrow in his eyes, she rushed forward, kneeling to your level.

The conversation between them was quiet and serious, spoken as if you weren't there, but it didn't matter. Your mind was slowly coming down from the high and focusing on anything was getting harder. Your eyes closed against Steve's chest and only then did you realize you had gripped tightly to his shirt. You manually forced yourself to loosen your grip on it, fingers aching as you did so.

"Hey babe," Robin got your attention softly by patting your shoulder. "Is there anything I can do? Do you need water?"

You raised your head slightly and opened your puffy eyes at her. "The person at the front." You said in a small voice, pointing.

"Oh, shit, right," Robin stood, stumbling slightly as she walked to the door. "I'm coming back to check on you though!!"

As she left, you felt Steve chuckle under you and squeezed you again. You let your head fall back down onto him. "Hm?"

He shook his head in disbelief. "Nothing… it's just-" He laughed again and let his cheek fall down on top of your head. "You're literally shaking in my arms and all you can think about is the stupid goddamn customers."

You smiled against him. "I should get employee of the month."

"More like employee of the year."

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

The Office

Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; You and Bucky fuck for the very first time in his office at the company’s building.

Word Count; 4574

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, undefined age-gap, “cheating”, language, cursing, Sir!kink, dirty talk, pet names, slight degradation, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, spitting, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; I can’t get enough of CEO+DBF!Bucky so this will be the first of many fics like this! I hope people will like it and be interested in more! Jesus I need to bathe in holy water now. Hope you all enjoy <3

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Bucky had begun texting you while sitting in a meeting with your dad and some of the company's other employees. You weren't doing anything important, just at home reading a book, so you were more than happy to text back and forth with him. The meeting was relatively standard and straightforward, it wasn't too much of an importance, so it allowed Bucky to talk with you without feeling guilty while the rest of them sorted out the details. Once in a while, he would chime in with his views and opinions. The text messages were pretty innocent, to begin with. The standard “hello” and “what you are up to” was exchanged between the two of you before more of the dirtier stuff ensued.

You thought about it for a second before you sent him an answer. You and Bucky had started fucking around a few weeks ago. You had met him when your parents had friends and colleagues over for a grand party like they had most of the time. You had just moved back home after living on your own in another city for three years, so this was your first time seeing Bucky in person. You had heard a lot about him and seen pictures when he started working with your dad, and they had formed a tight friendship, but you had never met him in person. He was even more handsome than what the pictures could show when you got introduced to him, and you had started to take a liking to him instantly. He had done as well because not even a week after you met, you and he had started a relationship. To begin with, it was only fucking around, but as the weeks went by, you felt like there may be more to it; sparks were felt between the two of you. None of you had done anything about it yet, mainly because it wouldn’t be received well by the public, your family most likely would disapprove and because of his wife Natalie and her whole family.

Which you didn’t find wrong at all that he was “cheating” on her with you. They both hated each other’s guts and would more than anything like getting a divorce. Bucky had told you that she had cheated on him multiple times, and he had done as well with her, but they played the happy couple when they were out in public because of their families. They got married at a very young age because their families are rich and powerful and wanted their kids to get together, so they are now stuck in this toxic relationship together. But soon, you and Bucky would have to decide where the next step of the relationship would go. Would you continue to sneak around, or would you form a proper relationship and come out for the whole wide world? It was only a matter of time before you needed to decide.

You and he would primarily meet up on neutral grounds. In his car or a hotel but on a few occasions, you had fucked in his or your parent's house in your room. This would be the first time you had done it where he worked; you assumed it would be in his office. It would be risky, but the thought about him taking you hard against every surface had your thighs clenching in need of him.

A soft whimper escaped your parted lips at his promise to fuck your brains out. He was never afraid to be direct with you about his needs and feelings. He always meant what he said, and that was one of your favorite things about him. You could always trust that he would be true to his words.

It would take you about 30 minutes to get over there, so you needed to leave right now. You did a quick freshen up before you called a taxi to get you over to the company’s building. Being in the car gave you time to think this through. You weren't sure how you and he would pull this off. Everyone would see if you entered his office and then wonder what was taking so long and what in the hell you guys were doing in there. In their eyes, you and Bucky weren't even friends. You barely spoke with one another when other people were around, as not to raise any suspicion. For them, you were the boss's daughter while Bucky was his partner, and nothing was going on between you two; besides, Bucky had his “loving” wife, Natalie.

The building stood tall as you arrived. Clouds were teasing rain, and it was a bit cold. The skirt you were wearing made your body chilly, but you kept it on for Bucky's sake. You looked up at the structure before you went through the main entrance. The security guards and the workers at the reception greeted you as everyone was well aware of who you were. You all greeted them with a smile as you walked towards the elevators. Entering the elevator, you became impatient as it took its time to travel up the floors to the main offices in the building. Your legs were uneasy as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. A thin layer of sweat formed on your hairline as you came up with scenarios with how you and Bucky could get caught. You shook your head, trying to get those thoughts down. You trusted Bucky, and besides, this was something you wanted to try out.

When you arrived at the floor, and the door slid open, you saw your dad, Bucky, and some of the employees coming out of one of the conference rooms. The meeting must have just finished. As you walked over, you tried to put on a smile to mask your nervousness. None of them had seen you yet, except for Bucky. He had you in his sight out of the corner of his eye, a slight smirk on his face as he saw you strutting over. You came to stand between him and your dad.

Bucky couldn’t have been more subtle with staring you up and down; your dad was standing right there after all. His tongue darting out between his lips to wet them, clearly having an image on his head about you bent over at his mercy.

“Hi, dad! Mr. Barnes, it's nice to see you again.”

Bucky gave you a simple nod of his head, acting like he isn't just about to have his way with you in his office with your dad not having a clue about what a whore his sweet and innocent daughter is, “pleasure seeing you again.”

“Sweetheart,” your dad gave you a one-arm hug as he had a smile on his face at his daughter visiting him at work, “what are you doing here?”

“I was in the area and thought I could drop by before moving on with my day.”

“Aw, honey. I wish I could spend some time with you, but we have a meeting again in 30 minutes.”

“It's alright, dad. I'm on my way out again anyways. Have some errands to run,” you lied.

“Excuse me, sweetheart.” He turned to say something to the others. While everyone had their attention on your dad, you turned slightly towards Bucky to give him a “chill out” look. The outfit you were wearing had him on edge and excited to have you in his office as soon as possible. Since the crowd was paying attention to your dad, it allowed Bucky to give you some instructions. He leaned in a little closer to you, but not too close in case someone saw.

“Here,” he slipped you his card, the card for the private elevator he had that went from the parking lot and up to his office, “take the elevator. No one is going to see you. Also, I want you to have your panties off before you come upstairs. You got it?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. Your body felt hot and warm. The palms of your hands had a thin layer of sweat on them as you took the card from him. Your heart was hammering against your chest. This was really about to happen.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Like clockwork, your dad turned around towards you again just as Bucky leaned away from your body. “Well, I'll see you when I get home later, sweetheart.” He went to hug you again, and you returned the action.

“Bye, dad. Bye, Mr. Barnes, I'll see you around.”

Everyone said their goodbyes to you before you left. You went out of the building and around it to where the cars went down into the parking lot. Once down there, you made sure that no one was around to see you before you scanned the card for the elevator. The journey up to his office gave you the opportunity to take your panties off. You held them in your hand as you almost bounced up and down in fear and excitement for what was in store for you when you reached his floor.

When the elevator reached the office, and the doors opened, you saw that Bucky was waiting for you, his back facing you. He was staring out the big windows that decorated almost his entire office room.

“Did you take your panties off as I told you to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He turned around so he could be met with you. His tongue wetting his lips as he beckoned with his finger for you to come over to him, “get over here now.” Not even thinking for another second, you were quick to stand by his side by the window, waiting for further instructions he had to give you.

“Give them to me,” the palm of his hand was held out for you to hand them over to him. With shaking hands, you handed them over, and he opened his suit jacket to put them in the inside pocket so he could keep a hold of them.

“Is someone going to come in?”

“Shh,” his hand came to caress the side of your face—his thumb stroking your cheek. The simple action had you relax a tiny bit. “Don't worry. I locked the door, and besides, I told them not to disturb me. Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky. With my life.”

“Well then,” his finger pointed down to the floor, and you knew immediately what he was getting at, “get down on your knees for me.”

In front of the window of all things?! For everyone to see? But frankly, you didn't care. Let them see it all. You would give them all a good show. Besides, they wouldn't be able to know that it's you because the next building over was some distance away. All you cared about was to have his dick in your mouth right now and nothing else.

Like second nature, you quickly sank on your knees where you had spent more than once worshiping his cock, and this wouldn't be the last one either. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire at you being so easily submissive to him. His tongue peeked out from his mouth at you on your knees for him.

His thumb traced your lips as his other hand was palming the bulge in his pants. You granted him access into your mouth as you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit.

“I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around me, kitten. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded your head and released his thumb from your mouth, “please, Bucky, I want it so bad.”

Your eyes followed his hands, your lips parted, as he undid his belt and pulled down his suit pants along with his underwear. Coming face to face with his dick, ready to be sucked by you. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and looked up at him through your lashes, waiting so that he could give your permission at proceeding, knowing how much he loved it when you waited for him to provide you with a green light.

“Suck it, baby girl.”

You opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around his head before you wrapped your lips around him so you could suck on his mushroom tip, your tongue teasing him. You could see that he was becoming impatient, so you engulfed him halfway through while massaging his balls in your hand. The action had his hand fist in your hair, making a gasp being sounded against him by you, as an exhale of satisfaction escaped him.

He needed more, so with the help of his hand in your hair, he pushed his dick further into your mouth till the tip of him reached the back of your throat, making you gag around him. The vibrations from your mouth had him shiver all over. Your eyes were watering as saliva started coming out the side of your mouth. Looking directly up into his eyes as you took whatever was left of him the best you could and bobbed your head on him, watching as his eyes struggled to stay open to watch how good you were taking him down your throat.

“F-fuck. That's so good, baby. You love sucking my cock don't you, pretty girl, hm? Such a good girl for me, aren't you?”

His dirty talk turned you on, and all you wanted to do was touch yourself at his words. You released him from your hold. Saliva was hanging from your mouth, and his dick was glistening all in it. Your hand jerked him off so you could answer his question, your voice almost like honey as you spoke. The wetness from you made it easy to glide your hand effortlessly on him.

“Yes, Sir.”

A deep groan was sounded from within his chest at the nickname he loved to be called by you. You on your knees so pretty and messy for him had his dick twitch in your grasp.

“Good, baby. Look at you. Such a beautiful mess for me, kitten.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

His head leaned back some as you took him in your mouth again. Your mouth is an expert at taking the whole of him. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, baby girl?” He asked while slowly thrusting his length in and out of it. All you could do was moan, letting him know that you wanted to taste him.

He picked up his speed and fucked your mouth, making you gag around him each time his tip tickled the back of your throat, and you loved every second of it. His hands came at the side of your face so he could hold you steady as he used your warm and wet hole as he pleased. The sloppy sounds of your mouth, your gags, and moans around him only enticed him even more to reach his end.

His thrusts became uneven, and not a second later, he came deep in your throat. Sounds of pleasure dissolved in the office space as your mouth took all that he had to offer. You swallowed around him, milking him for all that he was worth, as you moaned at his delicious taste. You didn't pull away from him until he had spilled every drop in you.

“Show me your mouth.”

Pulling away from him, you opened it to show him all of the cum. He learned down till his face was inches from you and proceeded to spit in your opening. The action had your desperate clit pulsating.

“Can you swallow all of that for me?”

Closing your mouth, you swallowed all of him, his cum and spit, and opened up once more to show him what a good girl you had been at drinking all that he gave you. His hand was petting your hair as a sign of appreciation for you being so amazing for him.

“Such a dirty girl. Was that good? You love the taste of me, don't you, doll?”

“Mhm, yes,” you responded while licking your lips. Your hand was jerking him off again as you couldn't get enough of the feel of him. Your words and actions had him lean back some.

“You've been such a good girl, and I want to give you a treat. Do you want it?”

His words went directly to your tingling clit, and you needed to push your thighs together to get some form of friction down there.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get on all fours on the couch, with your ass facing the desk.”

You got up and walked over the few meters to the couch, taking off your skirt and sweater until you were only in your bra, and then got in the position as he had wanted from you. He went over to his desk to have a better view of you—leaning on it as his hands held the edge of it. You supported yourself on your elbows as you pushed your ass up and out, earning a groan from Bucky.

“Like this?”

“Just like that. Now touch yourself for me.”

Pushing two of your fingers inside your mouth to get them wet before your hand went underneath you to circle your aching and needy clit, letting out a sigh of relief at being able to feel something finally. You pushed the two fingers inside of you, letting out a low moan and they stretched and penetrated your tightness, closing your legs some at the feeling. It was nothing like Bucky's fingers or dick, but it would have to do for now. You started to move them in and out of your tight pussy, going at a slow pace, to begin with.

Bucky hadn't said anything yet, so he must be enjoying the show you were putting on for him. He let out a moan just as you turned your head to find him pumping his shaft while watching you intensely as you pleasured yourself. Your teeth captured your bottom lip at the sight of him.

“Fuck, kitten.”

You pulled your fingers out and started circling your clit again, whimpering as you were close to your orgasm. The two of you held eye contact as you watched each other.

“So good, Bucky.”

“You're such a good girl, baby. Showing me how you touch yourself. Is this how you look when you're in your room late at night? Touching yourself like this while thinking of me?”

“Mhm, yes.” His words made your fingers move rapidly into your tightness again, wanting to get to that sweet release you were craving desperately.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum; please can I cum, Sir?” You pleaded, needing to get some form of relief. Tears were teasing to spill out of your eyes if you didn't get your way soon.

“No! Stop!” He didn't want you to cum just yet. Whining at his words but complying anyway, you knew you needed to listen to him, so you brought your fingers out of your hole and into your mouth to suck your juices off. You tried as best as possible to hold eye contact with him as you sucked and swirled your tongue around your digits, moaning at your own taste, as you swayed your ass from side to side for him.

“Fuck me, Sir, please.” He didn't hesitate for one second in getting behind your bent-down form at the speed of lightning. One of his hands caressed and grabbed one of your ass cheeks before it landed on your hip to hold a tight grip on it while the other held his shaft as he teased your fold with the tip of him.

“Please, Bucky, don't tease.”

“I'll give you what you want, doll.”

He slowly pushed himself in your warmth, wanting you to feel all of him. The feeling of fullness almost had you cumming right then and there. He filled you up to the brim, wanting you to feel all that he had to give, and you weren't one bit disappointed. He pulled out till only his tip was inside you before he slowly pushed himself into you again, doing this a few times to get you familiar with the feeling. He just wanted to cum right then and there at the tightness of your walls clenching around his throbbing dick.

“Bucky, please go faster. Fuck me, please,” you whimpered out, wanting him to fuck you completely senseless.

His thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you into the couch, hips slapping against your backside, making you jolt forwards with each move of him. Your mouth hung open as silent screams came out of it.

“This pussy feels so incredible. Fuck, so tight.”

His hands held your sides while his fingernails dug in your skin, creating dents. He moaned out as he watched his dick disappear into your hole with every move of his hips. Your head was buzzing, and your face was buried deep in the cushions at the intense pleasure Bucky was giving you. “Oh god, please don't stop, babe,” you pleaded of him.

Bucky took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back, making your back arch. You bit your lip at his rough and dominants actions. The hand in your hair and his abusive thrusts was too much and so intense, but you loved it to the fullest. Tears came out of your eyes as he was taking you so good from behind.

“You like this? Don't you, baby? You like when I fuck your tight and pretty pussy?” Take what belongs to me? Hm? Letting me fuck you like a whore while your dad is just down the hall?”

Your head was foggy from the incredible fucking he was giving you. The lack of answer from you had him unsatisfied, so he smacked your ass cheek hard, making you squeal out at the pain.

“Answer me!”

“Y-yes… I love your cock fucking my tight little pussy. Please don't stop, baby.”

“Such a good whore for me. I'm not gonna stop, kitten, I promise.”

The thought that your dad and everyone else that worked in the building was just out the door, not having a clue as to what was going on in Buckys office, was so intoxicating—not knowing that Bucky was having at it with the boss's daughter.

You turned your head, at the best of your abilities, to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his face in pure concentration as he moved his body against yours. He met your gaze, both of you looking at each other as you neared your orgasm. One of your hands grabbed onto his forearm that had a tight grip on your hip. His other went underneath you to play and tease your clit.

“Please, Bucky, I need to cum. I need you to fill me up, please.” The pathetic pleas for him to fill up your pussy was what brought forward his release and made him finish deep inside of you.

His seed filling you up was what brought forth your own release. The way your walls became tighter around him had his hips snap rapidly against you as he gave you all of his cum. Moans and soft whimpers on a loop by the both of you as the pleasure overtook all your senses. Bucky thrust through both of your orgasms, not stopping until you were both satisfied.

Your face was in the cushions as you tried to slow down your breathing. Bucky caressed your sides and peppered kisses all over your lower back. Praises being given to you for being such a good girl to him.

“You're so good to me, beautiful.”

He pulled out of your hole. The two of you hissing out as you both felt overly sensitive. Bucky helped to clean both of you up with a few wipes he kept on his desk. He made sure you were ok before he went over to the windows to grab his underwear and pants, pulling them on where he stood.

You put your skirt and sweater on and fixed yourself up as you sat and watched him get ready. God, he looked so handsome that it had your stomach burst out in butterflies. Now all you wanted was for him to hoist you up on his desk and take you hard against it. But you saw him have a look at his watch, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“The meetings in five.”

He came over to you just as you were getting up. You hissed out as your body felt sore and spent up, but good regardless.

“Are you ok? Did I do too much?”

That was Bucky for you. Always worried that he had gone overboard, but you always reassured him that you had enjoyed yourself.

His hands came to rest at the side of your face, looking you up and down to make sure you were all good. Your own hands went over his ones.

“Hey, I'm alright. Just a little sore, but you know I loved it, and I can handle it, Bucky.”

“I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I'm all good, babe, I swear.”

You took his face in your hands now as his ones traveled down to the small of your back so he could pull you flush against his body. His face leaned down some so he could capture your lips with his, giving you one of his sweetest kisses. His face moved down to suck and lick at the side of your neck in the most loving way.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he reached into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve your panties, ”I believe these belong to you.” That cocky smile of his decorated his face as the panties dangled from his finger. Right. You had almost forgotten about those. “Thanks.” You took them and slid them up your legs.

“I wish you could stay longer. There are more surfaces in this office I would love to take you against.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you close. You would love nothing more than to stay here and let him have his way with you, but you knew that he needed to attend the meeting because if not, people would come knocking on his door, wondering where he is.

“I know, me too, but you know my dad is going to come knocking on the door and wonder where you are if you don't show up.”

“Yeah, I know. C'mon, I'll walk you out,”

He followed you to the elevator so he could say goodbye to you. A kiss and a hug were shared amongst you before the elevator dinged that it had arrived.

“We can meet later tonight if you want? Natalie is going out; God knows where, so we can stay at my place this time.” He asked you. “Whatever you want, just let me know, ok?” “I would like that, Bucky. I’ll let you know when.”

You stepped inside of it and pressed the button to go down. A smile on both of your faces as you gazed at each other the few seconds you had before the doors slid shut.

“I’ll miss you, doll.”

“I'll miss you more, Sir.”

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[yourmidnightlover]

never go back

Summary: spencer notices how your boyfriend takes advantage of you and finally does something about it.

TW: titty sucking, oral (female receiving), cheating, dom!spencer, scratching, slapping (only one), cursing, choking, spencer dirty talk lol, penetrative sex, creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,724

A/N - i'm using noah as the 'other man' schtick in probably all of my future one shots bc i can't find it within myself to create a new character each and every time. so your douche of a bf will always be noah miller. if you ever get a nice bf i'll be sure to change his name but for now this is what we're working with. got it? got it.

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there are many things that people should go back to. schooling, maybe an old job, an old vacation spot.

your boyfriend was not one of those things.

mostly because your boyfriend sucked.

it was now a fact that spencer reid himself had come to believe quite a while ago and now, well now he had reason.

he had always felt as though you were too good for noah, similar for practically anyone in existence (himself included). he was always a complete ass to you no matter the circumstance.

there was one time the entire team had been back really late from a case that took a toll on all of you. it was emotionally and physically draining. the flight back had been delayed because of weather issues in the state you had been in, meaning you couldn't leave until days after it was solved.

any time you had gone to answer the phone, spencer would be able to see your stance and body language through the glass window. you had been apologizing for something you couldn't even control. you would narrow your brows the way you only did when you were being yelled at. you bit your lip the way you did when you were being made to feel guilty.

he was guilt tripping you for something you couldn't even control.

when you had gotten back it wasn't any better. noah had been giving you the cold shoulder. he was defensive when you asked what was wrong.

and that was only 3 weeks into the relationship.

after being together for 2 months, you had gotten flowers delivered on your desk. you assumed they were from your boyfriend, reasonably so, and went to go thank him. spencer saw the shock in your eyes when you saw your boyfriend huddled in the corner with some new intern. spencer saw the look in your eye change from sadness to anger in the blink of his own.

you took a deep breath, and walked away from the situation, completely missing the way he tucked the intern's hair behind her ear as he leaned in to whisper something to make her giggle. when you got back to your desk you threw the flowers in the garbage can, not even bothering to read the note.

it was pretty indirect, but looking into it he realized it was an issue that should've been addressed. every time the team would go out together, everyone was clearly invited. you would always decline because 'noah wanted to take me out tonight' or 'noah said he needs me, so i'll have to rain check'.

it wasn't because you were a bad person, the opposite actually. it was because noah was taking advantage of your kindness.

because any time you needed him, 'noah's out with the boys' or 'noah had to work late' or, here's a kicker, 'noah had a hard time at work'. as if you don't have a hard time looking at dead bodies while he just has to write up reports.

even when you got injured during a case, shot in the shoulder, noah seemed as though he couldn't have cared less. he wouldn't even go to your apartment to visit you while you were in recovery because 'noah didn't have time to visit'.

spencer could even recall when you went out with the girls one night, spencer being the designated driver, that you had told them how 'noah didn't want you to dress too provocatively so you had to wear something more modest'.

now, spencer doesn't care all to much about what you wear because, frankly, it's none of his business. but now that he heard how noah cared oh-so-much, he decided to wrack his brain for the 'provocative' outfits you've worn. there was not a single one that anyone should make a comment about. you looked stunning no matter what you wore, so you'd grab any man's attention no matter the clothing on your body.

but spencer? he made sure to never be that much of an asshole to you. he made sure to make up for him being an asshole.

he would grab you some morning coffee like you always had before you had a boyfriend. he would make sure to tell you that you looked lovely when you were able to go out with the team. he would visit you when you injured yourself and were lonely, he even stayed back for a few days with you to help you get through it.

hell, he was the one to get you the flowers. you had been having a rough week and spencer thought it might cheer you up. he had gifted you a bouquet of 12, blue chiffon flowers because those were your favorite.

but this was his breaking point. you had come to his apartment, once again in the middle of the night, talking about noah fucking miller cheating on you.

he had done it once before when he was 'out with the boys' you decided to stop by when he said he'd be back, wanting to just be the amazing girlfriend that you are. so when you walk in and hear your boyfriend moaning along with another woman that isn't you, you immediately run back out. you run back out and drive all the way to spencer's.  

and here you are again. spencer wasn't mad at you, it was noah he was mad at. he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

spencer had always liked you, no, he's always loved you. everything about you. how could he not? you're perfect.

but loving you how he does and seeing you being used as a toy to fuck for a certain noah miller not only made his heart ache but also made his blood boil.

spencer wasn't an idiot. he had heard the way the old morgan had referred to women. the thing is, noah is way more of a fuckboy than the old morgan ever was. and that scared spencer to pieces. he knew that you would only be missing out on team outings just to get fucked by a douchebag. he knew that the only reason said douchebag wouldn't visit you was because you couldn't fuck. he knew that the reason said douchebag was cornering that intern was to fuck her, too.

so when you arrived at spencer's place, this time you weren't crying. you were furious. you were angry and upset, as was spencer.

"he did it again, spence," you breathed out as you paced across his living room floor. "i was supposed to meet him in a few hours but i was going to surprise him and i caught him with another tramp! i didn't even confront him. i just- i just left!"

"cheated? noah?" he asked as if he didn't believe it at first, not wanting to seem like as much of a dick as noah.

"yes! cheated. god! i am so ANGRY!" you ran your hand through your hair, a grunt leaving your mouth. "and... and frustrated! and... UGH!" you sighed aggressively.

"and what?" spencer asked as he stood up, slowly making his way to you. "what else?" he said, his hand now brushing that stubborn strand of hair behind your ear.

"i-i'm..." you trailed off, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit how much you loved spencer. but you thought he'd never love you like that. not since you helped him through jj getting married. he really thought she was it for him, at least that's what you'd come to think he believed. over the years you had grown so much closer and grown such an attraction for each other that the other person knew about. it was ironic, truly.

"say it, y/n," spencer leaned over you, his lips ghosting over yours. "i need to hear you say it."

"god, just kiss me," you said, your hands flying to the back of his hair to push his mouth to yours.

there was no hesitation from spencer to give you everything he had. his hand on the side of your face remained there as his other hand drifted to your waist to pull you closer to his body. your tongues met fervently with covetous, passion, and longing yet with just gentle firmness that felt protecting and as if it was how everything was supposed to be.

"please, spencer," you quietly whispered once you unlatched from one another.

"please what, princess," he asked, his hand running through your hair.

"i just... i need you," she pleaded with him, her hands still tugging gently on his hair. "please," you put your foreheads together, breathing in each others air as you silently begged him to help you in any way that he could.

"i'd do anything for you," he whispered so delicately as if the entire team were standing right beside you. "you know i'd do anything for you."

"then do something," you demanded.

spencer took action by kissing you just as intensely as before, this time his hands went to your ass. he grabbed your thighs to signal for you to jump, once you did you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you into his bedroom. he set you down just in front of the bed before you began to undo his shirt, him returning the favor by undoing yours.

"god, i've wanted you for so long," he growled, nipping gently at your earlobe as he laid you back on the bed. "lift your hips," he ordered, you obeyed his every command. you always would. "good girl," he praised as he ran his hands down your now bare waist.

"please," you begged, your hips bucking up to get any source of friction. "spencer..." you trailed off.

"i know, princess. i know," he said before climbing on top of you, connecting your lips with his once again, this time much more eager than before if that were possible.

as you arched your back, he took the opportunity to unclasp the hook on your bra. you shrugged it off your shoulders to allow him to throw the bra somewhere else in his room. he finally took a breath, removing his lips from yours to admire the view in front of him.

"god, you're so beautiful," he growled before placing gentle but eager kisses along the tops of your breasts, massaging the one his mouth wasn't on.

he pressed his knee between your legs, allowing you to buck your hips up to get that release you wanted so bad. you whined as he took your nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking past it rapidly as he occasionally nibbled on it gently.

"spen-spencer," you ran your hands through his hair, tugging gently on the roots.

"mmm," he sat his head up, trailed kisses up your throat. "god, i love you so much."

"i-i love you," you moaned, pulling his head up to connect your lips together. "i love you so so much."

"i'm so glad to hear that," he huffed a sigh of relief. "because otherwise it'd be awkward when i did this," he began trailing kisses down your body, leading down towards your center. "i'll show you what it's like to be with a man that actually loves and respects you, yea? show you what it feels like to actually be pleased by a man? what it's like to be with a real man?" he teased.

his fingers trailed around your entrance, gathering your arousal that'd been building for what felt like ages. he pressed gentle kisses around your pussy before finally connecting his lips with your clit, a low groan emitting from your body because of the contact.

"yes, please," you shot your head back, relishing in the feeling of the direct skin contact.

"hey," spencer slapped your thigh, your head shot back up to see him between your legs, a truly beautiful sight that you'd never get tired of. "eyes on me," he demanded before going back down on you, not breaking eye contact as he brought out sounds from you that you weren't even sure you could make. "talk to me, princess. let me know how it feels."

"fe-feels so good," you sighed, taking your breasts in your hands and massaging them. "i-i can-can't even think," you stuttered out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

you had felt so good as he sucked on your clit, succeeding in bringing you closer to the edge than noah ever has, but when he inserted two fingers into your entrance...

"oh my fuck!" your hands shot down to grab onto his locks, pushing him further into your body, a low groan leaving him.

his fingers didn't stop their work. he curled them at just the right spot, sending you flying over the edge. spencer used his free hand to grab onto your thigh to keep them from closing in completely on his head, still working you through your high. he placed a kiss on your clit once more before he brought his head up to you, connecting your lips passionately.

"could noah ever make you come like that? huh? could he make you feel so good you could barely even think?" he grabbed your chin in his hands, holding it in place to look at him as you shook your head the best you could. "no?"

"mm-mm," you tried to shake your head 'no' once more.

"did you think of him while i was going down on you? were you thinking about how he fucked that little tramp?" he asked harshly, you shook your head 'no' again. "oh, what were you thinking, princess?" he finally released your face so you could speak.

"ab-about how well you know my body. about how, how good you looked between my legs. about how much i love you," you replied quickly, knowing exactly what to say.

"right answer," he connected your lips once more. "what do you want, love?" he asked, peppering soft kisses along your jaw where his hands once held your throat firmly.

"you. i-i want you in-inside me," you swallowed, your hand finding his and pulling it up to your lips to press a kiss to it, then another, then another, then another. "please, doctor?" you used your best puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

"god, call me that again," he rasped lowly.

"what... doctor?" you took his hand and started sucking on his fingers, letting them slip in and out slowly and then moving onto the next.

"fuck, yes," he growled as he pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up at your center. "are you sure, princess?" he traced your jaw with the fingers you were previously sucking on.

"yes, sir," you nodded. "i'm sure."

you felt him slowly push inside of you slowly to allow you to adjust to his size. you had your suspicions of how big he was, but feeling him inside of you made it all much more real.

"fuck, you're so tight," he moaned into your ear quietly as he slowly pulled back out, going in just as slow.

"sp-spence-"

"wrong," he slapped your face gently, a whimper leaving your lips before he grasped your face to make you look him in the eyes.

"doc-doctor," you corrected yourself.

"good girl," he said, feeling your pussy clench from the praise. "oh you like that?" he felt it again. "maybe you just like hearing me talk, yea?" his pace began picking up slowly. "you like hearing how this pussy makes me feel? how tight... and warm... and wet it is?"

"u--uh huh," you nodded your head the best you could as he began thrusting much more rapid, hitting that special spot inside of you with each movement.

"it seems like you haven't felt this good in a long time huh? haven't had your pussy pounded like this in a while?" he asked as he was catching his breath.

"ne-never, doctor," you confirmed, hands reaching around his back and dragging your nails down, surely leaving scratch marks all down them.

"fuck," he growled. "noah never made you feel this good princess? never made you forget how to speak in sentences? never knew how to get you going like this?"

"n-no, no! never! god, never!" you cried as you pulled his body even closer to you. "i-i'm close, please!"

"you wanna come all over my dick, yea? you want to show me how much your pussy loves it when a real man fucks it?"

that was it to let that spring burst inside of you, parts flying everywhere. you cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, holding onto his shoulders and hair to keep you grounded.

"cum inside me, please," you begged. "fi-fill me up."

"fuck, whatever you want, princess," he kept pounding into you at a rapid pace. "god, i'm gonna come inside you, and send you back to that scumbag of a boyfriend so he can see that you're mine now. so he can see what happens when his girlfriend is mistreated and fucked by someone who knows what they're doing, yea?"

"yea, yea!" you whined, nails digging back into his skin as he released his load into you, thrusting it gently back inside after.

"god, i love you so much," he moaned into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek by your ear.

"i love you," you replied, stroking his hair to help him come down, him still inside of you. he began thrusting inside of you once again.

"don't want any of it to spill out before you get to him," he felt you clench around him one more time. "you're very responsive, princess. i like that about you."

"it-it's just you, spence. it's always been you," you pulled him in for another kiss.

this one was full of passion but not the kind of eagerness. it was full of desire and longing, pent up emotions flowing out into one another fluidly.

"now let me go see my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend," you huffed as he pulled out of you, wincing from the overstimulation. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later," he pressed a kiss to your forehead before helping you gather your clothes.

driving back to his apartment, you felt rather giddy with yourself. should you have felt bad? absolutely not. he's a manipulative asshole who's used you for sex on numerous occasions, so he deserved the bittersweet irony of what was coming to him.

*get it, coming to him? lol i'm sorry i had to :)*

you knocked on the door softly, greeted by a rather chipper noah who grabbed your face as soon as he saw you, connecting your lips. his kiss was nothing like spencer's. his lips weren't as soft and tentative. they weren't plump and round, they were harsh and rough and unpleasant.

he quickly led you to the bedroom, not to your surprise. he sat down on the bed, you straddled his hips, acting as if it were spencer instead - which was pretty hard to do after knowing what he was like in the sack.

you felt his boner through his pants quickly after you got on top of him. then when he flipped you over and pulled your pants and underwear down, he was met with a surprise.

"someone's excited to see me," he chuckled before licking a thick stripe from your slit to clit, very aggressive to where it almost hurt to have the pressure. "god you taste so good, doll."

he continued at this for a while, inserting his tongue to your hole very once in a while and licking up yours and spencer's arousal with it. you faked your moans and whimpers as his ministrations became more eager, not really getting you anywhere.

after he was finished with your turn - no, he didn't even make you cum - he laid back on the bed as if he were waiting for you to get on top of him again.

"actually," you stood up from the bed, pulling up your clothes with you. "i'm done with this. we're over."

you watched his face as he took in the information just released to him. it changed from surprised and shocked, to confused, to disgusted, to angry and frustrated.

"what the fuck?" he sat up from the bed, a disgruntled look on his face. "you wait until after you cum to tell me this?" he walked over to you, arms flailing in the air.

"yea. i did. and by the way, i didn't cum," you informed him. "that's something you've never really been good at making me do. although i'm not sure how you've been able to convince me to do anything with the way you treat me."

"what do you mean? i'm a good gu-"

"shut up for one second, please," you rolled your eyes, running your hand through your hair. "i know you've cheated on me numerable times. i stayed because i thought that maybe there was a reason, but i've come to realize that i was just... settling with you," you shrugged.

"you've treated me like crap since this 'relationship' started and i'm tired of it. i know someone who not only treats me with respect and kindness, but can also actually make me cum. shocker," you chuckled.

"who is this asshole? what the hell-"

"i wasn't finished, sweetie," you spat out viciously. "he's not an asshole. you're the asshole. you're the one that's getting dumped. so this is goodbye," you turned around to walk out of his room before leaving him with one more thought. "how did his cum taste with mine?" you tilted your head innocently, smiling at his shocked face as he realized what you meant before walking out.

and you were never more glad that you didn't have to go back to him anymore.

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[levis-tealeef]

“4am,,

levi x sleepy!reader | fluff

ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ - another sleepless night, you want the comfort of your boyfriend. he gratefully grants your wish :>

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A/N: this is just a small fluffy sleepy fic that i wrote at 4am- hence the reasoning for this entire one shot lmAO i wanted soft levi so boOm here :D it's kind of ooc so i apologise for that ;-; my tired brain is to blame djdn

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warnings: mild swearing because of grumpy levi

700+ words

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the soft sound of shuffling is what woke levi up. well, he wasn't really sleeping... only spaced out. he couldn't get himself to sleep easily and it was only on the rare occasion that he could with no hassle. unfortunately tonight wasn't too kind to him, leading to him only being able to lay still and silent in his bed as he stared up at the ceiling.

with curiosity and some annoyance, he looked to peek out from the covers to see what was making the noise. low and behold stood none other than you, his love, standing in your nightwear with a blanket wrapped around you.

"y/n- what the hell are you doing?" he sighed. he sat up slightly. "it's four in the morning."

you had stopped in place when he looked at you. "couldn't sleep..." you mumbled. truth be told you were absolutely exhausted but no matter how hard you tried, tonight you could not go to sleep. seems this was something you had in common with your love, though this usually wasn't an issue for you.

levi hummed at that. "and you came in here why? i thought you were having a 'sleepover' with the girls."

you huffed. "i changed my mind and i want to sleep with you now." you pouted at him a little. "... can i join you...?" there was some hints of hesitance in your voice.

he stared at you for a few moments, the silence dragging. "you didn't need to sneak in here to ask me that, you know?"

you blinked. ah, yes. you somehow tend to forget that he is your boyfriend and that the two of you were actually close. even after months, you still asked if it was okay to sleep beside him.

"oh- okay..." a soft blush of embarrassment dusted across your cheeks, but it soon went.

you carefully clambered onto the bed and under the covers with levi's help. he had lifted the covers for you, laying on his side. once you were laying down comfortably he brought you to his chest, holding you securely. immediately you felt much more relaxed than when you were without him.

a possibility arose from that thought. maybe you couldn't sleep because levi wasn't there. surely not... right? you honestly couldn't tell if that was weird and needy or not, but it made sense.

for the past few months you had been sleeping in levi's bedroom. granted when you went to bed he would much later, but the fact you knew he would eventually be beside you calmed your thoughts. maybe it was because you weren't sleeping next to him tonight that you couldn't sleep.whatever the case, you were happy now.

a gentle run of fingers through your hair shook you from your thoughts. you blinked a few times, looking up at levi with tired eyes. with your already sleepy mush state, you completely melted into his touch.

"quit procrastinating and get sleeping." he scolded lightly, though kept playing with your hair soothingly. "it isn't good to stay up this late, my darling..." he whispered.

oh how you loved that nickname. 'my darling'. whatever the situation you always got butterflies from it. as you did just then.

you nodded. "i know... i'll try to sleep now." you smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw.

he hummed. "you won't try, you will." he squeezed you gently as he hugged you to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head. "... please?" his ask was only a soft whisper.

closing your eyes you let out a soft hum of approval. "mhm... though... will you sleep too...?" you whispered, your relaxation slowly sinking in to the land of dreams.

he too closed his eyes, giving you another soft squeeze. "we'll see what the night brings." he answered quietly. "insomnia is a bitch sometimes." he mumbled.

you couldn't help but giggle at that. "i agree~ but it can be overcome." you replied; another whisper. "try your best..." your voice was starting to slur a little, your sleepyness starting to overcome you.

he hummed. "i will..." he kissed the top of your head. "now go to sleep."

a soft smile grazed your lips. "i will." you gently nestled into his embrace. "i love you, levi..."

"i love you too..."

and for the first time in a while, levi had a lie in.

[honghunni]

"I'm going to fucking ruin you today."

San x Bottom male reader

Non Idol oneshot

NSFW SMUT

2794 words

Contains: Slight Impact play | Bondage | Breath play | Unprotected sex | Public sexual activity | Orgasm denial | Dominance and Submission | Wax Play | Hair Pulling | scratching | Light Blood Play |

You woke up to the sound of the front door closing and your boyfriend, San, shuffling around the house. You rolled over and saw the time. 9:30 am. You heard his small giggles get louder as he approached the bedroom. San walked into the room with a box and a boxcutter. "San what are you doing?" You mumbled half awake. He sat at the end of the bed facing away from you and started opening the box, continuing to snicker to himself. Once he opened the box and started playing with what was inside his playful giggling became slightly maniacal. "I was worried this wasn't going to arrive on time."

You sat up and crawled towards San wrapping your arms around his shoulders, still not quite completely awake yet. Your drowsiness subsided a bit when you realised he was holding a small, purple, insertable vibrator.

You pointed at it.

"We have enough of those why did you get another one."

San removed your hands from his shoulders and gently pushed you onto the bed. "This one is different." He began explaining while sitting on top of you. "This one has a wireless remote..... I can control it from anywhere."

"Is there any reason why you wanted this to arrive today?" You asked. "We have a double date lunch with Wooyoung and Seonghwa today." He paused briefly to kiss you. "And I want to see how long you can last before you start begging." He said in an extremely patronizing tone. He jumped up and went to the shower. You didn't know how to react to what just happened. You did all the stuff you typically do while San is showering. As usual, you were ready to shower right when he was finished, he thinks it's a coincidence but you actually timed it because you like seeing him right after he showers.

"Tell me when you're done showering and keep the door unlocked." He said while walking past you back into the bedroom. You did as he said and unsurprisingly, he walked in with the vibrator and a small bottle of lube. He put them both on the bench "Come here." He said while aggressively pulling you toward him. He held you close and kissed you. Without warning, he suddenly slipped one of his fingers into you, it wasn't painful since he had a small amount of lube on his finger but it was slightly uncomfortable since you weren't expecting it. You reflexively moved because of it.

San held you tighter trying to stop you from wriggling. "Stop squirming." He chided. He fingered you slowly and with his other hand, he gently stroked your hair. "I've been a bit bored lately, " He explained. "You've been busy and we haven't had much time to do something fun." He slid his fingers in deeper causing you to gasp a little. He looked at you. "There?" He asked. You nodded and he smiled. Once he thought it was time he picked up the vibrator. "Look at me," San demanded. He slowly inserted the vibrator inside of you, you owned a few vibrators but you could really feel this one because of the way it's curved. It wasn't even turned on yet.

San turned it on and your knees buckled slightly, it caused you to break eye contact with him. San forcefully grabbed your face and pulled your head up.

"Look. At. Me." He growled and then smiled. "This is only the mid setting." He laughed. "I am going to fucking ruin you today."

He grabbed your hand. "Don't forget this is the non-verbal safe word." He said while drawing a circle and then an X on your palm with his finger.

He turned it off but not before briefly turning it to the highest setting just to fuck with you. He put the remote in his pocket.

You took a moment to both recover and mentally prepare for what San was going to do to you. You continued to get ready for the day.

You and San both arrived at a small strip mall cafe and sat down at a table. You weren't waiting long before you heard Wooyoung's distinctive shrilly chatting down the street. "Hiiii San," Wooyoung said loudly. "Hi y/n." Seonghwa leaned down to San and spoke in a hushed tone. "I will be back in a minute he hasn't shut up the whole way here and I need a break from him."

Wooyoung sat down and scanned the menu that was taped to the table.

"How have you been," San asked him. "I've been well for the most part," He replied while tapping his feet. "Seonghwa hasn't been home much recently though."

"Oh, why is that?" You interjected.

Wooyoung draped over the table. "He says he has to work overtime."

"Woo get up please we can't see the menu," San said.

"Sorry." He sat back up. While choosing what you wanted to eat you felt San gently hold your hand and saw him put his other hand in his pocket and then shortly after you felt the vibrator turn on which caused you to grip his hand, he gripped back. Seonghwa returned.

"I'll go in and order just tell me what you want. I come here a lot with my coworkers so I have the menu memorised." Said Seonghwa.

Wooyoung and San both told Seonghwa what they wanted and then it was your turn. As soon as you started telling him what you wanted, San turned the vibrator up a bit higher, making it slightly difficult to get your words out. After you told him what you wanted, he looked over to San skeptically and went inside to order. San turned the vibrator back down, though this made it easier to talk and function you also wanted him to turn it up again.

Seonghwa came back with some drinks, sat down and placed a small black object on the table. "They will be 5 minutes." He announced.

"What is that for?" You pointed at the black square on the table that Seonghwa brought with him from inside. "That's a coaster pager it vibrates and beeps when our food is ready." He explained.

"Ah, that's kinda c-..." You couldn't finish your sentence since San had suddenly turned the vibrator up quite high. "Are you okay?" Wooyoung asked concerned.

Seonghwa appeared to be quietly giggling to himself.

You tried your best to engage in conversation with everyone without making it obvious what San was doing to you. The small pager on the table went off and the moment it did San turned the vibe up very high. He had timed it so that it would mask the sound. All you could do it lay your head on the table and focus on not moaning. "Sit up, Seonghwa won't be able to put the food on the table otherwise."

You pulled yourself off the table and San quickly whispered in your ear.

"You're not allowed to cum if you do I'll make sure you can't walk for a week."

Seonghwa placed the food you all ordered on the table and Wooyoung immediately started eating. He placed his arm around Wooyoung's shoulder and also started eating while talking about.......what are we talking about? All you can think about is your boyfriend and trying not to cum. "Are you going to eat?" You heard Seonghwa ask you. Your brain started somewhat functioning again. "Yeah I- I was just distracted by something."

Seonghwa smiled to himself. "Yeah, I know you are." He looked directly at San. "Text me where you got it from." You choked on your food, realising that he knew exactly what was going on. "Get what from? Is he okay? What is going on?" Wooyoung questioned. "Don't worry about it, just don't blame me for what's going to happen to you in about 2 weeks." San giggled. Wooyoung was still very confused. You began trying to eat your food when suddenly San placed his hand on your thigh, you realised then how much your leg was shaking. He pressed down a squeezed your leg trying to stop you from shaking so much.

You continued chatting and eating and reached for your drink.

San turned up the vibrator to the highest setting causing you to spill the drink on yourself, you didn't have time to react to that however as you realised you had failed to stop yourself from cumming. At least the water all over your pants hid any evidence. You grabbed San's hand and drew a circle and an X on his palm with your finger, signalling for him to stop. He turned it off. Wooyoung went to help you but Seonghwa stopped him. He and San both looked at each other. "I assume you're leaving early." Laughed Seonghwa. San helped you up. "Yeah." San moved your plate toward Wooyoung. "You can eat the rest." Wooyoung leaned back in his chair. "I'm so lost...." He said.

You and San both left and walked into a single stall bathroom together. "Did you cum?" He asked while helping you clean up. "Yes." You answered. "Pathetic." He jeered. You removed the vibrator and put it in your pocket before leaving.

You got home and San threw you on the bed wasting absolutely no time and attacking you with kisses. You felt him grinding against you.  You kind of found it cute how easily and quickly he got hard. He stopped and walked over to a box where you kept all your toys and laid out everything he was going to use and then took off his shirt.

He positioned himself on top of you, grabbed your hands and placed them on his chest. "This is the only chance you get to touch me before I tie you up." You dragged your hands down his body and then sat up and pulled him towards you. He hugged you. You took the opportunity to mess with him a little bit, after all he put you through today (and what he was about to put you through) you wanted a bit of revenge.

There was one place that made San weak. You licked up from the base of his neck to his ear and his nails dug into your back. He let out a small moan. You bit down gently on his ear and you felt his entire body relax. "Fuck you." You heard him say quietly and slightly angrily. He pushed you down and firmly held down your wrists. He abruptly grabbed your neck and squeezed hard. "You didn't think you would actually get away with that, did you? Especially not after you're already in trouble for cumming without permission." He kissed you deeply which only made it harder to breathe. He stopped choking you and started kissing your neck while unbuttoning your shirt.

He took a ribbon and tied your hands together and then tied the rest of the ribbon to the bed. He began kissing down your body, biting occasionally. He took a red candle. "I think this is the one that burns the most." He said while lighting it. San held the candle over you and you watched the wax slowly melt, when it hit your skin the pain was sharp and sudden, the wax cooled quite quickly so the burning didn't last long, however, there was a lasting subtle feeling of heat and sensitivity. You flinched each time it dripped onto you which San clearly enjoyed. Eventually, he had covered most of your torso with hot wax.

San then held the candle over his neck and let it drip onto his skin, he winced but evidently liked the feeling of it. He let it drip a few more times before blowing the candle out. He peeled the pieces of wax off of you as well as the few drips on his neck revealing small red burn marks. He took the time to kiss the burn marks which was slightly painful. San took off your pants as well as his and flipped you over, he hit and aggressively grabbed your ass. "I saw this recently so I'm going to see if it has the same effect on you." You looked back at him. "What is it?" You asked. San lubed up a very small corded bullet vibrator and inserted it as far into you as he could.

He then slowly eased himself into you,

you had never had someone fuck you with a vibrator inside you at the same time. San held your head down. "I'm only going slow right now because I feel generous." He said. Because of the vibrator it felt like he was going much deeper than he actually was. He smacked the back of your thigh hard which made you yelp.

"Does that hurt?" San asked.

"Yes." You answered.

"Good." He said while hitting you again. He pulled your hair, forcing your head back.

You could feel his other hand tightly gripping your waist, you could feel him pull your hair harder after every few thrusts. He let go of your hair and pulled out to remove the vibrator. "I can't be too rough with the vibrator or it might get lost," San said while turning you over again to lay on your back. He untied the ribbon that was restraining you giving you a short break before changing to 2 ropes. He tied your wrists to opposite sides of the bed having your arms effectively stuck to the mattress. San leaned over you and cupped your face with his hands.

"You're so cute." He said gently while sliding his hands down your face and neck. When his fingers reached your chest he dragged his nails down your torso, his nails caught on the burn marks from the candle and it felt as if he was dripping wax on you again. You inhaled sharply because of the pain and as you did San suddenly slammed into you. He grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder which helped him get a better angle. He placed his hand on your neck tightly. You could hear his breath begin to become shakey, he put more of his weight onto your neck.

"You're not allowed to cum you have already cum once today." He let go of your neck and put two of his fingers in your mouth, impulsively you bit down a little. San pushed down forcing your mouth open.

"No biting." You had to grip the bed because of how rough he was being with you, even though you were tied down it felt as if you didn't hold on you would fall off. He suddenly stopped. "You're bleeding, should we stop?" You realised the rope had rubbed and cut into your wrists as well as bleeding from San going a bit too hard. You looked up at San.

"I don't think it's an issue." You said.

He untied you and lifted your wrist up to his mouth. Still fucking you, but less aggressively, he licked the small amount of blood off you. He immediately leaned in and kissed you, going back to the fast pace he was going at earlier.

The taste was metallic. He tangled one of his hands into your hair, his other arm around your waist. You could feel his sweat dripping onto you, the heat from his body slightly re agitated the burn marks. San pulled his face away from yours and buried his face in your neck, his grip tightened and you could feel his body shudder.

You put your arms around him and he stopped and you felt him relax, practically melting into you.

"Did you-" before you could finish your sentence San interrupted.

"We've had sex how many times and you still can't tell when I've cum?" He said breathlessly. He jumped up. "I should have known you would bleed I should have used a towel. Does it hurt?"

You shook your head. "Nothing really hurts more than usual."

San went and got a towel and a few other things to take care of you. After you had both cleaned everything and put on clothes San sat on top of as he often likes to do. He gently lifted your shirt.

"What now? Are you still not satisfied?"

"I'm not doing anything like that," San replied.

He placed his thumb on a part of your stomach and you felt a sort of cold sensation.

"I'm treating your burn marks." He attentively treated every small little wax burn on your body, you slowly started to drift off to sleep due to how exhausted he had made you. Before you fell complete asleep you felt San lean into you close to your ear. He whispered.

"I love you."

[pretoriafics]

If I wasn't a goddamn werewolf

I simply needed to do something with Talia. I think the pack dynamics would be so wonderful with her, with Laura, and with Cora. Should I do a part 2? Let me know <3

Talia just came back from the dead, and she is just trying to figure out what is happening with her son. But when she met you, everything becomes clear. Word count: 1.757 Pairings: Reader x Derek Contain: Pure angst!!; Derek being a dick; Warnings: English is not my main language <3 PART 2 TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

Things were a true mess these days. The starting point was a resurrection. Nobody knew exactly how Talia arose from the dead, but everyone was trying to find out. Well, after so many years out of the Beacon Hills life, Talia was trying to fix in and absorb what had happened during the time she was dead. Peter had tried and failed to kill his daughter Laura, Cora comes back to the city, and the Hale's had rebuilt their pack with three new members: Boyd, Isaac, and Erica. Derek was happy with the presence of Talia - actually, everyone was - but as a mom, she knew something was pretty wrong. He was being a little bit... sad.

Talia caught Derek thoughtful during the night several times. Sometimes he just simply took his car and disappear. He was also taking time for himself, staying alone with his own thoughts. Talia just simply couldn't figure out what the hell was going on with her son. But when she has begun to think that maybe all of that was just something created inside of a mother's mind, she finds out about everything.

Talia, Derek, and Laura were doing some groceries at a supermarket. Talia and Laura were chatting about the city while taking a few things when suddenly, both of them heard a female voice greeting Derek in the corridor next to them.

"Hey, Derek."

It was you. Laura recognized your voice immediately. Talia's older daughter took her mom's wrist and took her to spy Derek, making a sign with her finger on her lips to her mom stay quiet. When Talia and Laura look at you and Derek, they notice all the signs of a couple in love. Your hearts were beating fast, and your eyes were shining like a thousand stars. You were pretty anxious, like a teenager talking for the first time with your crush. And your voice was so sweet... The air seems to completely disappear from Derek's lungs.

But despite all of the signs of love, Derek didn't reply to you. Actually, seems like the soft expression of love simply disappeared from his face - which was pretty severe and cold now. His facial expressions seem to let you even more anxious. You begun to regret to had the stupid idea to talk with him.

"Uh..." You started to talk, with his lack of answer "I..."

Without saying a word to you, Derek takes a can from the shelves and, simply, walks away from you. It was like you even weren't there. And, God, it broke your heart. Alone in the corridor and without becoming aware that you were being looked closely for Laura and Talia, you let escape a tear that ran through your face. Trying to compose yourself, you breathe in and swipe the tear away. You need to be strong.

When you just simply walk away from that corridor, Talia looks at Laura, pretty confused.

"Is that his ex?"

"No, she is just a girl he met. They started to become friends, but things evolved. Derek had decided to fell apart from her when Kate threatened to do something with her. You know, she was trying to manipulate him. But Derek thought that she would be safer without him. She doesn't know anything about supernatural, so..."

"It's dangerous for her."

"Exactly."

"How long ago did this happen?"

Laura drums her fingers on her chin, thoughtfully.

"I think it's been a year..."

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah, I know. You would love to meet her." Laura and Talia walk close to the candies session, looking at you. "Her name is (Y/N). She's a great girl."

"She seems like one."

Laura, Derek, and Talia were putting the groceries into the car - the place where Cora was waiting for her family. Talia was pretty thoughtful, thinking about the issue between you and Derek. Despite thinking that Derek did the right thing, she felt sad about the whole situation. It was pretty clear to her that Derek likes you a lot, and so do you.

Talia was torn from your thoughts when she listened to Cora's voice.

"Oh, I didn't saw her coming into the market."

Derek arches his eyebrows at his sister, walking in the driver's seat direction.

"Who?"

Cora indicates you with a nod in her head, and Derek's sight runs in your direction. Now Derek was looking at you for a distance he could saw you properly. Damn, you were so beautiful... He was pretty sure you did something with your hair, who made you more beautiful than ever. His heart began to race, and his face softened. You were like a sedative for him, with the power to take all of his angry away.

Unless you were next to another guy. In this case, you would stoke his fury just like the gasoline feeds fire. That was the case now.

You were walking in a man's direction, close to an expensive car. Despite being upset and heartbroken, you forced a smile on him, and he gave you a soft and slow kiss. Derek's chest vibrated in a low and threatening roar.

Laura looks at Cora.

"Who's that guy?"

"Well, he's her boyfriend. They're together a few months."

"He's hot. And seems like he's rich too."

Yeah, he was perfect. Derek didn't hate him just because he's the one who touches you now. Derek hates him because that guy was perfect, and better than him in so many aspects. He was rich, handsome, and a perfect gentleman. And he has you.

Oh, God... Derek wants so much for being under his skin for one day... Derek could simply forget all the supernatural bullshit and stay with you without worries. Damn, he wants so much to touch you again and kiss you again. He wants so much to say to you how beautiful you were with whatever you did with your hair, how you smell good, and how sorry he is for hurting you because he would never do that if it weren't for your own good.

If Derek wasn't a goddamn werewolf, he could take that vacation on Hawaii with you that you wanted so much. If he wasn't a goddamn werewolf, he could wake up by your side in the morning - something he never was able to do because of all the supernatural crap in the city. Derek could wake you up with kisses and breakfast in the bed too. If he wasn't a goddamn werewolf, he would take you to live with him on his loft. You would never cry of sadness, just of happiness.

If he wasn't a goddamn werewolf, Derek would give you a ring and would ask if you want to be Mrs. Hale.

Instead of all of it, Derek was forced to broke your heart for your own protection. He was forced to tell you not to talk with him anymore because he never felt anything for you. You were nothing more than a one-night stand, his little toy.

Derek remembers that day like it was yesterday. You were crying like never before while you listened to his sharp words.

"What do I did with you that made you thought you were so special?"

"You are nothing to me."

"I just wanted some fun. You can't blame me."

"Stop acting like a stuping teenager in love!"

It was hurtful to say those words to you. None of them were true. Derek just wanted you to hate him as much as someone could hate. With it, you would stay away from him and all of the danger. In fact, you said that night those three words he wanted you to tell him.

"I hate you!" You yelled, with your face wet in tears. "You are the biggest mistake I could ever make in my entire life!"

Despite saying horrible things to you that had hurt Derek as hell, your words hurt as much as his own. But even with all the emotions conflicting inside himself, Derek even could hear your heartbeat failing. It was the sound of your lie.

Despite all of that, you didn't hate him. You didn't think he was the biggest mistake of your like.

That broke him even more.

Derek just wants to feel you in his arms again and say to you how much he loves you - because, yeah, he really loves you, and he really thinks you are the one. Instead of it, he gives up on your love to keep you alive and safe.

Suddenly, Derek listens to your boyfriend talk with you. He was still with his face close to yours.

"I'm so lucky to have you as my girl." Your boyfriend smiles at you "I love you."

Your heart ached one more time that day. Oh, if those words were from Derek's mouth... But no, you think he hates you. Determined to move on and forget about Hale, you force a smile on your boyfriend.

"I love you too."

Your heartbeat sound failed, and the Hale family on another side of the parking lot could hear your lie. You didn't love your boyfriend but, oh, you really wish you could. He was perfect.

However, you always thought about how boring perfection was and, actually, you would love to be imperfect with Derek.

Your boyfriend gives you a sweet smile and gets into his expensive car. You walk towards the passenger's seat door and, before getting into the car, you look in Derek's direction.

He was looking at you with those beautiful and glacial green eyes. It was pretty hard to pretend he didn't love you because he does so much. While Talia was watching the entire situation, she noticed that yours and Derek's eyes were yelling a silent, dangerous, and forbidden I love you - the one who could let anyone with no air in their lungs.

Then, you breathe in, trying to contain yourself. You got into the car and, then, you and your boyfriend were leaving the parking lot and Derek's sight. If getting away from him and being in another man's arms meant you were safe, then Derek could handle it. However, after looking at the whole situation, Talia was not well with it. Well, Laura and Cora weren't either. They knew about his brother's sincere feelings, and Talia knew it that moment either. The gears inside her brain were already working to find a solution for all of that.

Derek, however, could only think of how much you would never really be his.