#it feels like there are so many things to worry about

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ oh my god (she showed me all the stars ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by ✨ anon ˚₊ ⊹

ft. rumi x f! reader — kpop demon hunters

╰₊✧ rumi has her first time with her girlfriend┊1.7k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub rumi┊established relationship, rumi’s first time with another girl, scissoring, mentions of a past boyfriend 

➤ author's note: don’t be fooled by how hot she looks in the gif, she’s a total bottom here

rumi isn’t the most experienced when it comes to relationships and sex due to her busy lifestyle, but she isn’t a virgin, if you must know. she’s had a boyfriend before, two if you count the one in middle school (she doesn’t because she doesn’t remember his name), back in college when she was tense and stressed all the time while trying to juggle getting her degree, training to be an idol, and training to be a demon hunter. he was a nice guy: smart, funny, handsome, but she always knew that he wasn’t the one for her, more like a device to pass the time by making it more enjoyable with company and to stop the questions on why she was still single when she was as pretty as she was. to be completely honest, she doesn’t exactly remember much about her first time, even though it’s supposed to be a special event. it’s more of a blur because they had come back from a party and had quite a few drinks in their systems, but she certainly remembers the lack of sexual chemistry and feeling quite disappointed afterwards, even though they both had their orgasms. they did a few more times after that, but there was a lack of spark, like they were only going through the motions because couples were supposed to.

then they broke up after her rise as an idol, no longer having much time for him and no longer being able to live normally without being swarmed by paparazzi. she was more confused than anything about her lack of heartbreak over the entire thing, and for quite a while after that, she thought there was something wrong with her other than her half-demon blood. he really was a good guy all around, many said she was so lucky to be with a guy like him, but she didn’t understand it when she felt so neutral about him in every sense. 

soon, she realized that the issue wasn’t her lack of passion, but rather, she was simply with the wrong person (and was probably only with him due to pressure from outside forces to be with a man even if she didn’t care for him, which was the final verdict reached with the help of her elder gay friends during a sleepover), because once she caught feelings for you, she quickly found herself absolutely infatuated as if all of the feelings she was supposed to have for her previous boyfriend said “double it and give it to the next person.”

when you asked her out to be yours, she nearly passed out on the pavement right there because of the overwhelming amount of dopamine going to her brain, making her first instinct to scream about it to her friends before remembering that she actually had to agree. every day was christmas day with you after that, even if they were as mundane as just relaxing on the couch together or helping her practice choreography. she just adores you so much, and it makes her feel like a girl in a fairytale who got her forever happily ever after.

so when you have her in bed like this, underneath you and pressed into the mattress, fully sober and making out sensually on your bed with your hands instinctively starting to wander all over her body after pinning her wrists to the side of her head, she feels nervous. she’s never done with another girl before and doesn’t know much about it as a result, and she feared she would disappoint you in the same way she was disappointed by her ex. 

you could tell that she was worried by the way she was suddenly hesitating to continue, so you let go of her for a moment and looked her in the eyes, full of understanding in a way that only wanted what was best for her, “we don’t have to do anything tonight, you know. we could just cuddle and watch a movie if you want—”

“no! it’s not that i don’t want it, it’s just… i’ve never done it with another girl before, and i’m just… not that experienced in general…”

“i don’t mind that, i just want you to be comfortable, that’s all.”

“i am! and i really want to do it with you, i’m just a little… nervous, that’s all…” how is it that she was easily able to perform in front of millions as an idol, but was suddenly getting shy about intimacy between girlfriends?

her ears were burning from embarrassment, finding it hard to believe that she could easily perform in front of millions as an idol but was suddenly getting shy about intimacy between girlfriends.

“don’t worry about it, it’s completely normal,” you assured. “whatever you want to try, i’ll teach you.”

“well, i… could you… could we try… scissoring?” her ears were burning from embarrassment, evident by how red they were, and her voice had lowered to a kind of high-pitched whisper. 

“you wanna try scissoring?”

“i just… you know, i wanna know if it’s real or just a porn thing… zoey said it didn’t really do anything for her but mira said it did… so i was wondering if it would work for me?”

god, she’s so cute when she’s all shy and submissive like this. you wanted to tease her so badly, but you refrained, knowing that this was a vulnerable moment for her. besides, you’ll have all the time in the world to do it when she’s more confident, moving to kiss her again to unravel her anxiousness, “just lay there and be pretty for me, okay princess?”

rumi’s already a hot mess and melting like putty in your hands, both at the term of endearment and the mere thought of your lower lips ‘kissing’ like the upper ones were right now. you could tell how aroused she was by it when you pulled off her underwear, cute and pink and so soaked that there was an evident wet patch in the fabric, and you couldn’t help but place a little kiss on her pretty flower-like pussy to watch her blush all over. the intricate patterns painted were starting to flicker in a similar vibrant purple as her hair, making you wonder how they would light up like fireworks when she orgasms. 

her mind is running in laps as you strip yourself of your own clothing to match her nude state and position yourself to interlock legs in the most comfortable position. it’s her first time properly seeing you naked, the only other time being when she accidentally walked in on you changing before bolting out of there in mortification, but she’s laying there questioning how on god’s green earth a loser like her who was barely able to string together a sentence when you first met managed to pull and be in bed with a goddess like you. 

the gawking didn’t last for much longer as you pulled her close to you, and she finally felt your two heats meet, so close and intimate in ways she’d never believed possible. it seemed so natural to her to be like this, with your hips slowly moving in a constant motion to press your cunts together, allowing her to feel every inch of you against her in the best way possible. the pressure was making pleasure build as the stimulation made her let out a moan, unable to help herself from also moving to copy your actions and make it faster and better. 

the entire thing is so exhilarating with her heart beating out of her chest as your clits kiss and grind against each other, providing the most exhilarating feeling she could have ever dreamed of. it’s all so intimate, as if this was a ritual that was helping connect your souls in a deeper manner, and she’s felt closer to you now more than ever, both physically and emotionally.

 she peeked one eye open to watch your through her long lashes, observing how yours were screwed shut with the most beautiful expression she’s ever seen while you focus on the movement, the light of the nearby lamp catching in the light sheen of sweat coating your soft skin and making you look more radiant than normal. 

an unfamiliar knot was beginning to form in her abdomen. her mind was all hazy, and she briefly wondered if you had noticed that there were tears in the corners of her eyes and a little bit of drool starting to trickle down her mouth at the heavenly ecstasy. she’s close, she could feel it, but in a way, she didn’t want it to happen yet. you would probably start with aftercare after she bursts like a bubble, being all sweet and tender as you help clean her up, but in a way, she didn’t want this to end yet even if it meant she’ll pass out from exhaustion.

she wants to go all night if it were possible, and if you were willing to. she has plenty of stamina from always singing and dancing for the better part of the day for most of her recent years, and she’s sure she could keep up with whatever you threw her way, even if you wanted to strap her down or finger her senseless or anything else you wanted to do.

all of these wild things running through her head of you using her until she was completely spent was enough to send her over the edge after a mere six minutes of stimulation with her eyes rolling to the back of her skull and her toes curling. “god, that was… that was so perfect,” she whispered once she came down from her high, noticing that her patterns had taken on a gentle glow and that there was a slight numbing feeling in her quivering thighs. it was one of the most amazing feelings she’s ever experienced, second only to the day she found out she would be debuting with her dearest friends but before the day she graduated high school. 

“here, i’ll help you get cleaned up and run a bath—”

“wait!” she called out, grabbing onto your wrist. you still haven’t came yet, and even if you were putting all of your focus on her, she could see that you were still in clear need of your own release. “could you also teach me how to… how to eat… pussy?”

request:

Hi hi! ✨ anon here again! Hope you’re having a good day/night! The last prompt was so good! I loved Rumi’s part! I was wondering if I could request a nsfw fic with Rumi and a female reader? With Rumi being new to wlw intimacy (new to it in general, but not knowing as much about sapphic spicy stuff) And her girlfriend guiding her through it? (Stuff like scissoring and eating out for example) Thanks! And please take your time! No worries!

[gothmamas]

rural medicine

i wanna make this into a series hopefully so here's a short little introductory chapter to see if anyone likes :) made this all in one go lowkey so if its bad pls don't bully me thx

synopsis: what if robby was a sexy rural doctor basically lawl

a/n: hope i did robby justice

Environmental science is horrifically depressing. The whole world melts at a speed that is too rapid to ignore, but too slow for anyone important to care about. Every new chart or grid or essay you skim over never fails to drop a pound of heavyweight dread onto your heart. That’s how you felt for most- if not all of your freshman year. Constant. Without reprieve. Your morning coffee was often soured with images of polar bears slipping on slushy, grey ice popping into your mind. Nights out with friends are ruined when you remember just how many emissions your car puts out into the air- even when you’re carpooling. New research findings plague your every waking thought. Though mother earth never seems to catch a break, it’s clear that you so desperately need one. 

So you take a gap year. You look for a promise of peace, and you think you've found it in a fire lookout job listing. You’re not sure of it at first, but find a little reassurance in knowing that the location isn’t too far from its neighboring town. Besides, isn’t the whole point of this all to step outside of your comfort zone? Maybe your endless worries could be soothed by being closer to the very thing you’re so desperate to save. To feel like you’re making a difference for once.

So, you pack up your life and disappear up north.You don’t tell anyone, either. You want something fresh. Something you can make yours and only yours. Your parents had always nagged you about your career path, and you hardly doubt your friends would notice you leaving. You’d always felt like a thorn in everyone’s side. Sure, they kept you around, but you can tell that they can’t wait to pluck you out and toss you away before it’s too late. Besides, if you get one more call from your mother or have to hear another voicemail with a major course change suggestion, you feel like you’ll end up on the five o'clock news. 

It feels freeing, anyway. No calls to expect, no anxiety inducing essays to write, and certainly no after class job to slave away at. Just the wind in your face and the faint rustle of your belongings in the bed of your truck. 

The drive into an entirely new state had been a long one. Finding your way into town proved a little bit more difficult than anticipated, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. The area around it is dense with trees, covering miles and miles of land with fresh greenery sprouted from heavy spring showers. 

When you finally roll into town, you find yourself pleasantly surprised. You’re not sure why, but you’d half expected to find the place bare and empty like in all of the movies and tv shows you’d seen. This might be the case for the outskirts, but as you cruise in deeper, it’s quite lively, and pleasantly so. 

The town square is set up for what looks like a late morning farmer’s market. Stalls are lined up in crooked rows, displaying various fruits, vegetables, a few pieces of clothing and what appears to be handmade art pieces. Wooden? You can’t tell from your seat in the cab. The children running around and giggling pause to stare when you put your truck into park, but look away again when another kid pulls them back into whatever game they’re playing. 

You’re tempted to join and poke around the stalls for a bit, but as if on cue, your stomach reminds you that it’s painfully empty. You’ll have to have a look when you get more time.

The diner you find isn’t picturesque by any means, but that appears to be the case for most things around here. It’s not as lively as the town square, but there’s a few people. A couple in a booth, an old man in the back, and another man perched on a stool in the front. He’s tall, almost intimidatingly so, with dark hair and a grey speckled beard. He’s having a polite conversation with a waitress behind the counter, and his low, gravelly voice can be heard above the soft country music playing from a rundown jukebox attached to the wall. 

“Oh, you know I can’t tell you that, Myrna.” He sounds amused as he cradles a cup of coffee, long fingers and a large palm splayed over the white porcelain. 

“Here we go, with the HIPPA bullshit again. I just wanna know if it was him. You know who I’m talking about.” The woman, presumably Myrna, retorts. He takes a long sip of his coffee, but you catch a sly smile behind the rim. He shrugs slowly, deliberately. Myrna seems to get the message. 

“How bad? She give him what he deserves?” Another shrug.

“Needed a lot of bleach to clean up the parking lot.” His answer seems to satisfy her enough for her to realize you’re sitting right there, and you politely give her your order afterwards. The man sitting next to you produces a small book from the breast pocket of his flannel when Myrna disappears into the kitchen, and though you can’t make out the small print from where you’re sitting, you assume it’s some kind of field guide. Either that or a pocket bible. 

You feel drawn to him, maybe even compelled to have a conversation with him, (because let’s be real, who wouldn’t, he’s pretty damn handsome,) until he catches your gaze out of the corner of his eyes. Shit. Abort. Your eyes immediately dart back with a little shame, and thankfully, Myrna returns with your eggs and waffles.

“Never seen you before.” She’s blunt, you’ll give her that. You think that maybe the tall stranger next to you is wondering the same thing, because you can practically feel a pair of eyes boring into the side of your head. But you’re too nervous to look and confirm. 

“Ah, you’re right. Just here for the summer.” You shrug, shoving a piece of egg in your mouth.

“Oh, really? What for?” She seems genuinely interested, and it eases your nervousness.

“Firewatch lookout.” There’s an almost intrigued grunt from beside you, but it’s followed by the clinking of coins and the muffled scuffing of a stool being pushed in. Sounds like he’s leaving. A wave of disappointment washes over you as he waves and shrugs on a carhartt jacket. Your eyebrows furrow at this. It’s like, almost eighty degrees out. On top of a flannel. As if she’d read your mind, Myrna just shrugs and mutters something about him being weird. 

She talks your ears off the rest of the time you’re there after he leaves. You learn that the man’s name is Michael Robinavitch, but he also goes by Robby sometimes. You also learn that he’s a doctor. When you asked her what kind, exactly, she just shrugs and says he works in the emergency room and that’s all she really knows. The rest of the meal is filled with small town gossip she seems extremely excited to share with somebody new for once.  

You tip her for the good company and conversation before you leave. A warm summer breeze brushes against your face as the door jingles shut behind you, and you briefly check your watch to make sure you’ll still be on track for your hike up. It’s not that far, anyway. You think. You’ll be fine.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when something heavy suddenly nudges your thigh, and when you look down, you see an absolute beast of a dog. The pup is huge, with a dark chocolate coat that glows a beautiful light brown in the sunlight. Her tail is wagging a million miles an hour, and she looks like she’s about to leap onto you and knock you out on the ground.

“Oh, hey there,” You croon, crouching down a little bit to give her some pets and pats along her back. 

You don’t realize Robby is standing nearby until an amused chuckle fills the air next to you. When you whip your head over to look at him he’s smiling, holding a little bag of dog treats in his hand. 

“She yours?” 

“Nah,” He shakes his head, “Doesn’t belong to anyone right now. Loves people, though. Started calling her Winn Dixie after a while.” He adds, beckoning the pup with a click of his tongue to toss her a treat- which she catches in the air beautifully. “I’ve tried to set her up with people, but no one’s too keen on taking her in.”

“Why not you?” You ask before you can stop yourself, and he’s quiet before he tosses another treat her way. 

“Long work hours. She’s too big for my trailer, anyway.” Right. Emergency room doctor and all. “She seems to like you, though. Heard you’re headed to the fire tower.” He smiles, almost mischievously. Aw, shit. Is he trying to set you up too? Cold and calculated, this guy. “Maaybe she’d enjoy the hike up with you?" There it is. 

“How do you figure that?” You reply, not too convinced that this dog will just calmly follow you up random terrain- especially with that amount of energy. You don’t want to even imagine what it would be like to hunt her down and wrangle her leash back on. But she doesn’t even seem to have one at the moment.

 “Took her up there with me once. She likes it.” He assures, nodding his head down toward Winn Dixie. She looks absolutely ecstatic at the proposition, like she can understand every word he’s saying. Or maybe she knows this game, too. Either way, the shining of hope in her big eyes is killing every little ounce of spirit you have to resist immediately taking her in. You kind of want to ask what the trouble with her finding a home is, but you think it might have something to do with her high energy and huge size. If she were human, she’d make a pretty good quarterback. 

“...aren’t you worried about, like, bad intentions?” You ask, eyebrows raising slightly when he holds out the treat bag to you.

“Mm, I think she knows how to pick ‘em.” He shakes his head slightly as you take the bag of treats from him. “She practically knocked you over just a minute ago. I think she can hold her own.” He’s right again.

Silence falls over the two of you while you gently feed Winn Dixie a treat, a smile spreading onto your face when she happily gobbles it up- and licks your hand to top it all off. Man, she is really laying it on thick.

With a heavy sigh, you relent. 

“...I’ll see how she likes it.” Robby’s face lights up at this, for some reason, and it almost makes you want to impress him- do something spectacular to see it again. “But I’m takin’ her right back here if she starts actin’ up.” He laughs at this, the sound low and gravelly as he begins to fish through his pocket. You squint a little to see that he’s pulling out his wallet, producing two twenty dollar bills. 

“Here. Can’t spring a kid on you without any financial support.” 

“Oh, no, it’s okay, I can-” He shakes his head, practically pressing the bills into your palm.

“Can’t have you getting her the shitty dog food, now. It’s for my peace of mind.” You sigh a little and tuck the bills into your pocket, and he straightens up with a gentle clap on your shoulder. “I’d give you my number to check in, but there’s no cell reception up there. Find me when you come back in town.” With that, he’s walking off before you can even ask how the hell you’re going to find him in a few weeks. Maybe he has a rigid schedule. You hope so, at least.

“...alright, Winnie. Let’s get you something for the road."

[rosiesweets]

and i'd give myself to you (every time) - two

synopsis: azzi should’ve really thought about how one of the first traits anyone in her life would describe her with is indecisive. now she’s on a show where she makes about thirty decisions a night. she really is a maker of her own misery. oh, and paige is going to buy this strawberry chapstick she stole from nika in bulk.

a/n: welcome to night one! as always, thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts with me. would give me a giggle to see what type of one on one you think paige should go on, if you want to share. as always, will come back to edit another time. xo, chiara.

and in your kiss i taste home (and strawberry chapstick)

there is sweat gathering at the small of azzi’s back as she stands to meet the twelfth? thirteenth?, who knows at this point, contestant. it’s been almost three hours and azzi thinks her feet have gone numb. she really needs to get a grip though she thinks to herself. given she’s five-ten, she isn’t even wearing that high of heels. also, she’s doing the easy part.

she remembers sitting in the limo last year surrounded by five girls that seemingly shimmered from everywhere- their gowns, their eyes, their teeth - and thinking to herself, i am absolutely going home tonight. the worry of not only making a good first impression in your allotted twenty to thirty seconds but making a better, more memorable one than people who looked like they should sell expensive moisturizer, almost froze her enough to not step out of the limo at all that night. she does have to give herself credit though, she had a really cute opener. she remembers not wanting to be given some insane prop like a vintage car or whatever so she brought one. she made one those hand fortune tellers, colors on the four top pieces, numbers written pink glitter gel pen. when james pointed to the number three she opened the open flap and read “tonight you will give me a kiss” and hey, she ended up predicting the future and with the first impression rose.

azzi shakes her thoughts away from that night. three months ago it burned in her chest whenever it came up without her wanting. she used to sit and replay everything, starting with that night. she used to ask herself if she should’ve done anything differently. not to ultimately win james, but to stop the feeling of inadequacy that used to fill her so completely she felt like at any point she’d drown from underneath it. it’s a hard thing to stand in front of someone and say please, pick me. out of all these beautiful, glimmering souls, i can love you the best.

she did that for eleven weeks. and with each one, the hope blossomed. until the end, when azzi knew she was meant for devastation. she knew a life with james wasn’t the life she actually wanted but she did love him. thought to herself when she didn’t want to admit the truth, that they would have a nice life together. quiet and honest. it wouldn’t be all that incredibly exciting, but it would theirs. and if azzi was being honest with herself, all she’s ever wanted was a love that was hers. azzi wanted to intertwine her hands with someone and say look at this home we built. that our love built.

azzi recognizes she has been given the chance to meet thirty people solely focused on her, and be entirely selfish in her decisions, at least this very first night. she gets to sit and ask does this person fit me? there is not outside real world context that is asking her to make sacrifices, to fold and filet herself to fit someone. that’s a luck not many are given. so she stands there, uncomfortable under the harsh production lights and gives each contestant her individual attention. she stands through cringe one liners, someone in a lion onesie, and one of the guys, isaac she thinks, throwing a baseball about half a inch off from her face (they redo this entrance about five times before giving up on the baseball entirely). ultimately azzi is grateful. all these people making a fool of themselves in an attempt to make her laugh. at the same time, she worries to herself as each person passes by that she is never going to get any of their names correct and please, boy parents come with a name other than matt.

finally, the first looks are over, but the night has just begun. before she’s supposed to make her entrance to the mansion and start the very first cocktail hour, caroline pulls her aside to check in (and begin plotting, she’s a producer after all). she asks who is the front runner right now and azzi honestly says no one, because how could she have a front runner after only saying about five to ten words to each person?

“come on, there has to be someone that took your breath away,” caroline pushes. and azzi thinks to herself, blonde hair, blue eyes, and an accent she can’t quite place calling her princess. she keeps it to herself though. she knows how this works and she doesn’t think she wants to give the producers anymore meddling fuel than necessary. she assures caroline that everyone is still in the running for the first impression rose, and with butterflies of both excitement and nerves, makes her way in to begin the night.

—

of course, she meets a matt first. she’s been told to pull him away and she’s trying to make strategic decisions of when she does and doesn’t listen to the production team. she doesn’t remember much, granted she is going on hour five without food, but she remembers walking away thinking he was kind and sweet and for today, that should be enough to go forward.

there’s a girl, lina, that makes her keel over with laughter. she’s a social media manager of some small brand that should not have followers in the six figures on tik tok but does because lina is creative and funny and entirely too chronically online. azzi thinks that she’ll definitely take her on a one on one soon. laughing with lina sounds like the perfect way to spend a day.

many of the rest blur around her. there’s murmurings of an argument brewing in the background as she sits on a bench swing outside in a rare moment alone. she contemplates asking caroline what’s going on but decides mitigating an argument on the very first night is really not something she wants to do unless she has to.

suddenly there’s a presence in front of her and she looks up taking in cool brown loafers, linen pleated trousers, and a white short sleeve button down with a lethal four buttons open. dylan, azzi’s sleep deprived brain provides. “is this seat taken?” azzi shakes her head and gently moves to the right. dylan’s warm green eyes meet hers and she asks her how she’s doing. azzi takes a sweep of dylan’s freckles that dance across her nose before answering, “if i’m honest, i’m tired and i really wish they let me eat anything in this dress.” and before dylan can reply, azzi quickly adds, “but really i’m grateful, everyone seems so kind and interesting, i can’t wait to get to know everyone.” dylan laughs replying “you know for a main character of a reality tv show, you might try being more selfish. i don’t want to tell you what to do, but you should be able to complain without qualifying it. you look stunning in this gown, but i mean really, would a chicken finger threaten it?” and azzi, for the second time this night lets out her full, genuine smile. “thank you, i really needed to hear that. and i know right, isn’t there tv editing they can do anyway?”

azzi spends the next ten minutes learning about dylan. learns they’re both currently living in dc. hears about dylan’s family back in southern california. big and chaotic. summers spent on the beach trying and failing to catch waves in the pacific. drives up and down the california coast. there’s an ease to their conversation that makes azzi picture them in a car, top down, wind her curls, and dylan in the driver seat.

before azzi’s imagination can run wild she hears the same voice from earlier that raised the hairs on the nape of her neck. “mind if i steal her away?” and there she is, paige bueckers.

azzi does not live under a rock. she knows who she is. she’s been to many mystics games, where paige had been on visiting side. she doesn’t know if she should mention it, but she went to uconn the same time as paige. went to their home games and watched her incredible senior run to the national championship. she thinks maybe spending four years on the same campus as paige, running in parallel lines, to having her stand in front of her on a set in la, hand gently reaching out for hers, is what the kids these day call invisible string. she shakes the thought away, uconn is a school of almost thirty thousand after all, and she was just one of what she was sure thousands of english majors in the stands.

she misses what dylan says, entirely focused on taking paige’s hand and being guided to room inside the mansion. paige’s fingers interlock with hers, strong and secure, as paige navigates the mansion like she’s lived here for ten years. suddenly they’re in a small parlor that has the fire place roaring and a small green love seat. paige sits them down and azzi folds her legs under herself, body positioned entirely toward paige.

before paige can say anything, azzi opens with “so do you try to impress all the pretty girls with cocky one liners?” paige smirks, one arm casually along the back of the loveseat, just a hair away from brushing against azzi’s shoulder. the other wrapped cooly around a cocktail glass, “cocky? or confident?” and before azzi’s brain can catch up to her mouth, the words come tumbling out “ah yes, best rizz in the world is it?”

azzi wants to kill herself. fuck. paige’s eyes light up in recognition. azzi has watched her in interviews. and azzi begins to stutter “i mean … uh … i” but paige’s smile, while absolutely huge, isn’t demeaning. carries no weight of someone who thinks of themselves as famous. instead it opens to say “oh so you were just going to keep being a women’s basketball fan all to yourself?” azzi’s relief is palpable. “i actually used to play.” and now paige’s smile softens as she asks her what made her stop. “i got injured, sophomore year of high school. tried to come back after the first acl tear, but the second happened so quickly time wasn’t on my side. i watched everyone in my recruit class pass me by, i,” and azzi looks just left of paige’s eyes as she says this, she doesn’t even know why she’s going into so much detail, but she thinks it’s because she knows paige will get it, get her. “there’s a part of me that thinks i could’ve recovered and made it back to at least be decent in college but if i’m honest at that point it felt like it was killing me. the resentment of my bad luck, the envy that grew inside as i watched my friends play on without me, and a rotting feeling inside that i couldn’t trust my own body anymore. i don’t know, it all just made me feel so ugly. i needed to stop before i hated myself to a point where i couldn’t come back.” azzi’s feels like she’s just said that all in one breath and she hesitantly looks back in paiges eyes, which haven’t left her face since the moment they sat down. paige says nothing at first, just looks at her with a quiet understanding. then, after a moment, says “i think basketball is the most beautiful game in the world. but also the most cruel. i’m really glad you had the courage to put yourself first. i don’t know many who would do that.”

and fuck if that’s not the perfect answer. azzi should kiss her. there’s not a response really better than that. but it’s early and azzi hasn’t kissed anyone tonight. she had in her mind that she wouldn’t, not unless it really felt right. dylan was the closest she got before, but this, the yearning to lean in close instead of having to speak about the worst part of her life any further almost pulls her body in before she can second guess it.

instead, she lets out a simple “thank you.” paige, sensing she’s done speaking about this for now, blessedly changes the subject. they talk about and at the surface level things you’d mention on the first date. friends, hobbies, families. paige mentions how her little brother has money on her going out on the first night, so she really needs to at least make it to tomorrow. “are you sure that doesn’t count as inside trading?” and paige cooly replies “don’t worry princess, it’ll stay between us.”

and there’s that name again. azzi thinks out of anyone else it would cringe, but it’s paige so instead it just sits inside azzi, stirring something she doesn’t want to acknowledge yet.

paige, never one to stay silent too long it seems, changes the subject again and goes “not to be a dumb jock, but what even is copy editing?” and azzi laughs again, full bodied and pure. “basically i edit other people’s writing. not only for grammar but the correct usage of terms of art etc. i actually work in the sports section of the ap. i think soon though, i want to start moving into writing more on my own. gain the courage to at least start drafting a few stories.” paige looks impressed and azzi thinks she going to need to start preparing ahead of time for paige’s unrelenting eye contact every time they speak.

“so what i’m hearing is you can write my biography,” and azzi pushes paige’s shoulder. the motion brings her slightly off balance, moving slightly too forward too fast, and paige gently catches her wrist. their faces are close, too close and azzi whispers in the inches between them “you’re so annoying.” paige doesn’t respond, just leans in closer.

their mouths are a breath away from each other when paige stops. eyes questioning. she wants me to decide azzi thinks. and azzi, notoriously indecisive, closes the gap softly.

honestly, in the first seconds, it’s a little awkward. azzi’s head is bit too to the left and there’s a camera about seven feet from their faces. but paige’s lips are warm and taste like strawberry chapstick. and soon azzi’s legs are side saddle over paige’s and paige has one hand on her thigh, another cradling her face with such reverence azzi can’t help but sigh a little deeper. paige’s mouth moves smooth and sure against hers, catching azzi’s top lip in perfect pressure, and azzi happily follows along. each press of their mouths together last longer than the last and thankfully paige hadn’t tried to shove her tongue in her mouth right away like almost every man she’s ever met. instead, paige kisses her like she has time. like there’s nothing else she’d rather do. like she’s planning to spend the rest of the night just like this, mouths and bodies pressed together. and really paige must be cutting azzi’s oxygen off because just as she’s contemplating pushing herself into paige’s lap completely, the sound of the door opening shatters the soft perfect bubble they created.

“sorry, can i cut in?” comes from behind them. and really, azzi knows this is how this works, she’s said that exact line before, but she at least had the decorum to not say it mid kiss. paige, seemingly on her best behavior, pulls away with a gentle laugh and whispers in her ear “see you soon beautiful.” and with one last kiss to azzi’s cheek, more of a brush than a kiss, she steps away. azzi can feel the pink of her cheeks deepen, and she’s certain the warmth from paige’s hand gently holding her face will last well through the night.

shit she thinks to herself. she already misses her.

—

azzi returns to caroline after listening to another man talk about his finance job and how much he loves his mom and sister. that was not worth leaving the couch with paige at all. caroline tells her it’s time to decide who she is sending home and give her first impression rose out.

“so you can go pull paige now for the first impression rose and then we’ll file everyone into the large room down the left for the rose ceremony.” caroline says while looking down at her clipboard. azzi immediately goes “wait since when did i say i was giving the first impression rose to paige?” and caroline scoffs, “azzi she’s the only person you’ve kissed tonight.” azzi’s eyes scrunch together, eyebrows knitting “yeah, but, that doesn’t mean anything.” caroline, again not looking up from whatever is on her incredibly thick packet of papers just answer with “you sure?”

azzi sits there and thinks to herself. it’s true, paige is the only one she kissed tonight, she doesn’t regret that. kissing paige felt perfect for the moment. and that’s what azzi wanted to do, make honest decisions about how she felt in the moment and not over think herself in circles. but here she was, probably doing just that. she’s tried so convince herself she probably would’ve kissed others too. if she had more time with them. lina for one, a nice nurse named mark that endeared her with tales of the children he’s treated, and dylan for sure. (azzi is not sure, azzi wants to be sure but she’s not because that’s not what happened). just because she kissed paige doesn’t mean paige left the best first impression. azzi doesn’t even think the first impression rose should mean that much. just “i really felt like we had a lovely initial connection, i want to explore that more.” nothing more, nothing less. giving it to paige tonight, after spending the most time with her and kissing her feels like she’s already tunneling in on the most famous person here. azzi hates that she thinks about the optics of this.

while she spirals caroline gently lets her know she needs to make a decision in the next five minutes. they don’t care who it is, but she needs to make it.

so azzi grabs the rose, walks into the parlor and listens as the room quiets down. hm that’s going to take getting used to she thinks to herself. she’s never had a room silenced by just her presence. it makes her feel both important and entirely too much like an imposter. she clears her voice and looks toward dylan, “dylan, do you mind if we go somewhere to chat?”

—

later when everyone is lining up for the rose ceremony, she doesn’t mean to but she finds paige. she watches for the split second as paige looks over at dylan already standing to her right, rose in hand. she sees something flash in paige’s eyes, it looks like confusion, hurt, and disappointment.

oh no, azzi thinks. i think i’ve already made a wrong decision.

[starboye]

you want a good boy that does bad things

your place was the go to spot for some good sex after a long day, i mean all the best knew of they wanted a good fuck you were the person to go to, and so did nanami, and after a particularly bad day at the office he just wanted you to ride him until his brain went numb

but he was pleasantly surprised when he saw toji already at your place, opening the door to see toji having you full nelson position fucking the life out of you, he could tell toni had been here for a while as he watched the loads drip out of your ass bit by bit, when you finally caught a glimpse of nanami in the doorway you tapped out

there were certain rules that the men that came over knew to follow, like dont catch feelings, if you wanna stop they you stop, and most of all no fights "well hey there handsome" you say reaching out and drawing him closer by his tie "hello to you too" he says a little awkward by toji just sitting there "kento" toji greeted plainly "fushiguro" nanami greeted back in the same tone of voice

"hope you dont mind toji, he just stopped by and i was free so i just let him in" you apologize"no worries i don't mind really, i just need a fuck" nanami loosens his tie before taking off his blazer and shirt, you made quick work of his pants to until he was naked in front of you "fuck still as hot as ever i see" you run your hands through his abs while licking at his tongue, slowly slipping it in your mouth

toji took this moment to just slip right back in to your already loose hole, fucking you right onto nanamis hardened dick, nanami and toji soon matching their thrusting to fuck you at the same pace "did he get even tighter just by having to cock in him" toji asks with a laugh at the way you started tightening around him, tojis grip tightening around your waist simultaneously as nanami cums quickly in your mouth

you gulp it down with such ease (which seems to be something all the guys love about you) "hard day" you ask licking the extra cum off his tip and all he does is nod "take it out on me" you get off tojis dick and turn around "hey, what the hell" toji complains but you just push him onto the bed and sit back on his somehow still hard coc, straddled right over toji while teasing nanami with you hole "loose enough to fit two, plus i know you wanna try it" you smack you ass to more entice the man and i works

kento crawling up on the bed to slip his cock into your stuffed hole "fuckkkkk that's good" you groan satisfied, it made you feel so full, it felt so good being stretched out by two big dick daddies "does this mean i don't get my private sessions anymore" toji jokes "shut up dick" you say making out with him, tojis hands holding your ass open while him and nanami fuck into your hole, making sure you feel every thick inch of this

"keep going please, want you to fill me up so badly" you whine backing your ass onto their cock now like a slut thats had no dick in the past week "should we give the slut what he wants" toji asks smacking your ass until it was red "why not he's such a pro at taking cocks why not reward the man" kento leans forward to turn your head, kissing you while poking his tongue into your mouth for the freak of it all

"yeah take that dick babyboy" toji smirks backing your ass onto both his and kentos cock even harder until they both blew their loads in you, giving you a nice small belly bulge of their cum in you, but that didn't stop them from having a fuck fest for the rest of the night, round after round position after position they had you bent all sorts of ways whole fucking you through the night

just until the sun was rising did things start to slow down "fuck you guys are persistent" you huff barely able to feel your ass or legs for that matter, your body was littered in marks of all kinds, slaps, bite, bruises from their rough touches and many more you couldn't even see "why not go another round huh lightweight" toji asks pulling you ass apart to see the loads squirting out of you "yeah why not" kento fingers the loads back in your hole to use as lube for much later "its gonna be a really long day

xoxo, starboye💋

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[hufflezki]

⋆. 𐙚 when hyun-ju sees the sketches you made of her ⭑.ᐟ

[ 🍂 ᝰ.ᐟ ] I have been hyperfixating over squid games </3 ( I miss my wife and this is my coping. also wrote this while fuck me eyes was playing 🤧</3 )

-> cho hyun-ju x artist!fem!reader, headcanon, fluff, established relationship, a mention of hyun-ju's insecurities, reader is sweet with hyun-ju, mostly in hyun-ju's pov.

when you first brought hyun-ju over to your apartment, she certainly wasn't expecting the amount of artworks you had laying around.

she was aware that you did art as a side hussle, but she underestimated just how many you did in a day.

nevertheless, she's supportive of it. and sometimes even accompanies you while you paint.

hyun-ju is quite impressed with how you're able to paint a picture using just your imaginations.

she wonders what goes on in your pretty little mind, for you to be able to conjure such masterpieces with just a couple of brushes and colors.

one day, she stumbled upon your sketchbook. its where you keep most of your drafts, and some of your personal drawings or sketches.

you rarely showed it to anyone, but you did give hyun-ju permission to snoop inside. and when she did, she couldn't be more at awe.

the first few pages were just you testing out your new paints and colored pencils. then came the drafts of your now final artworks. until she stopped at the first sketch of her face.

it was hyun-ju at her desk, she could tell with how well you captured her eyes squinting at the monitor screen. a habit she didn't know she did.

it made her a bit flustered knowing that you noticed the little things she did.

then, hyun-ju saw a sketch of her side view. the way you managed to capture everything about her, even just in little details, made her heart skip a beat.

its kind of surreal to think that this was how you see her everyday.

meanwhile, hyun-ju has days where she can't even look at herself in the mirror without feeling insecure, you're here sketching her—doing very mundane things—with such love and affection.

the way you probably have her whole entirety memorized with just how often you draw her, hyun-ju can't even comprehend it. but she feels very special.

and she feels grateful and loved by you.

after her transition, hyun-ju never was the same. but it felt right. she knew by doing this, it would be freeing.

and it was a scary journey getting to where she is now. but after meeting you, hyun-ju felt like it made things much easier for her.

you've been nothing but doting and caring towards her. and you helped her gain more confidence with herself. until, hyun-ju felt like she could go out without worrying about being perceived by others.

and, now—after seeing your sketches of her—hyun-ju feels even more cherished.

when she went to you, asking about it, you only smiled and asked her if she liked them.

of course, she responded quickly with a yes, kissing you on the cheek—like a proud girlfriend.

“You should've shown me much earlier.” Hyun-ju mumbles, wrapping her arms around you, from behind. You pause from washing the dishes to face her, and she has the biggest smile you've ever seen.

“I preferred if you saw them on your own.” You give her a quick kiss on the lips, turning back to the sink. But Hyun-ju grabs your chin and pulls you in for a proper kiss, not able to contain herself for long.

She felt very much keen on feeling your lips against hers.

“Every day you keep giving me reasons to love you.”

“That's not so bad, isn't it?”

“Not at all. Its just that I've never had a single thought of not loving you.”

miscellaneous masterlist ꩜ .ᐟ

[pinkmarbella2050]

Oh, Tale as Old as Time, for sure. It’s a crossover of Escape The Night and Beauty and The Beast inspired by Lydia The Bard’s villain song for Belle.

2. Does it count if you have planning for it? Because if so, my novelisation for The Traitors UK Series 2. I'd love to finish scripting those episodes ASAP so I can outline the fucking thing.

3. I like how I can take some pretty wild shit and make it tangible and I have a bit of a knack for taking innocuous things and making them really creepy. In Tale as Old as Time, I've taken one of the things and rewrote the lyrics to make it really fucked up - and if you sing it over the top of the original song (or the 2017 one, it works for both!), it works, so I guess that's my claim to fame. 4. That's a tough one. Maybe unrequited love? I wanna try it, but I'm worried that, if I do write it, I will unintentionally villify the person whose feelings are unrequited, so I always get scared to. XD 5. A lot of my fics are really satisfying to finish, to be fair, but it's because quite a few of them are pretty emotionally taxing. I've cried writing a good couple of my fics - some notable examples being My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close and Its You I Welcome Death With - so getting to the end of those was pretty nice. 6. A lot of my fics have sequels, but if I had to write a standalone I had to write for, probably I Am The Star of The Stage (but not of your heart). I could do a sequel poem set at Laurex's wedding or something. 7. Quite a few of them since my fics don't have that many comments on them. If I had to pick one, definitely Rejoining Their Ranks; it did take off a bit, but I was surprised there wasn't much feedback on it. Obviously, I'm not entitled to comments, but I can't say I wasn't surprised since I thought the AU would be more popular. 8. I'm gonna go for Tale as Old as Time here; it's a series of shorter stories that tell one big story (each story corresponds to a canon episode). My favourite bit of it so far is probably in Plumage of Madness (the equivalent of Episode 4) because Chapter 3's ending has one of my favourite things I've ever written in it. I'll use it as my answer to Question 19. 9. I've talked about it briefly, but my Traitors UK Series 2 novelisation, which I'm probably gonna reveal a bit more about soon because I keep running my mouth about it and providing no additional info. It basically tells the story in novel form from the POV of the eventual winner (who I won't say for spoiler reasons). Along the way, we have more psychological explanation, real life and the game crossing over, a few slight changes for drama and a lot more gothic happenings. 10. I've been a horror/thriller/drama writer since I was, like, 11. If it's dramatic/emotional, I can write it quite easily. I really struggle with romance because I've never written it as a single genre and I doubt I ever could. 11. This is actually something I'm gonna do something for Tale as Old as Time! Once the main story's out, I'm gonna tell it from the perspective of two other people. It'll definitely change things, such as how certain characters are viewed (including the characters whose heads are in), there's new descriptions and opinions and more development on all fronts. It'll be interesting, for sure. 12. Well, there's a couple things I have named after songs, so those sort themselves out (i.e: Its You I Welcome Death With has As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese associated with it and And The Funny Thing I Would've Married You has doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine associated with it. In terms of other fics... My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close has Kurt Hugo Schneider's cover of I Will Follow You Into The Dark associated with it. I listened to it on repeat when I wrote Chapter 4 and I think that's part of why I cried writing it. XD 13. Other than The Traitors novelisation and Tale as Old as Time, I have some other fics kicking about that I wanna write. I have an AU for Escape The Night Season 2 where I take a plotline that was dropped pretty quickly and just fucking run with it and shit just gets wild from there. It's called Taking Them All Out and its Alex-centric. Last time I left off, I was on Chapter 6, so I wanna pick that back up when I get a minute and have nothing else to do.

14. I have a lot of OCs I wanna write for! I wanna start an OC Universe, which is a mix of my OCs in different fanfiction (these OCs are actually the cast of Tale as Old as Time) and in some original works of mine as well. Since I usually write fanfiction (and have done so for the past several years), it'll be interesting to basically blend the two. 15. I actually have a fic planned called I Don't Say A Word (but still, you take my breath) and it is for Jesse/DeStorm from Escape The Night Season 2. The premise is that, in the Victorian Era, DeStorm, a railroad tycoon's son who struggles with internalised homophobia, falls in love with Jesse, an outlaw and security detail for his father's railroads, but he's straight and its all an absolute fucking shitshow. I've been meaning to write it for absolutely fucking ages. 16. I have a fic called I'll Be Yours Forever ('til forever falls apart) and its for Janiel (Joey x Daniel), also from Escape The Night. It's a spin-off to The Twisted Victorian Requiem. 17. There's two at the minute, those two being Judas by Lady Gaga and Good For You by Selena Gomez. 18. It really depends; sometimes I'm hoping you laugh, sometimes I'm hoping you cry, sometimes I'm hoping you'll just be like 'what the fuck is going on in here on this day?' like Alyssa Edwards herself. It really depends on the vibes we have going on. 19. Time for the extract I mentioned in Question 8!

He wandered alone in this stone nightmare, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he turned corners and looked around aimlessly, trying to make sense of it all. How Belle, smart and kind and a practically perfect role model, had become so twisted in this world, unlike the story they knew. How everyone seemed to change so quickly. 

How she, the one who fell in love with the Beast’s heart despite his hideous appearance, now damned love to hell and left those who felt it to suffer.

A large stone balcony peeked out through one of the windows, and Eric flung open the nearby door to reach it, to be anywhere other than this prison of death. A spill of periwinkle stars emerged, shivering in the distance, the night wind stinging his numb, indifferent face.

He walked out further and slumped against the railing, ignoring the cold seeping into his skin as he rested his arms. He could easily just roll his sleeves all the way down, but the thought of doing anything brought with it a wave of worthlessness and heaviness.

With a sluggish, deliberate movement, he reached into his pocket, pulled out the ring box and pried it open. An opal embedded in a silver ring awaited his eyes, its colors shifting under the moon like a desperate chameleon camouflaging itself. It was just like her, in a way; hopeful and honest and so much more than how she first appeared.

She may never get it, the cynical part of him said, anybody could die here.

Hoping to shut his brain up, he pocketed the ring again.

He didn't want to hear that his love was gone. He didn't want to know how it would feel to have lost her, to lose that gentle face and those scarlet lips, to no longer see life in those great, still eyes as eternal as diamonds.  

He had seen it once through Zach. He didn't want to see it in himself.

He didn't want to think that she wasn't strong enough to pull through, but it did cross his mind, weighing down the light wings of his love.  

The thoughts continued. Another's. If she was gone, she would be another's.

She would be Death's. 

And he would love her too (who couldn't love that woman?). But the thought of that froze him stiff on the balcony, tightened his fists around the cold stone of the railing until his knuckles were white.  

Dear God, Leila, he prayed, please don't die. 20. I think that's all of them! Thanks for reading, guys!

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@rockonfishboy, @cc-tinslebee and @kokorofiles.

✶ . ၄၃ . FIC WRITER ASK GAME !

any [insert __] is for the sender to fill in :)

1 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any one of your wips without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), which fic would you choose? tell us about it if you want!

2 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any completely new fic without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), what would you write? tell us about it if you want!

3 ⧽. what's something you like about your writing?

4 ⧽. is there an au or trope that you haven't written before, but would want to try?

5 ⧽. is there a certain kind of fic that feels the most satisfying to finish? any reason why?

6 ⧽. if you were to write a part two/sequel to a fic, what fic would you want to write it for?

7 ⧽. is there a fic you wish you received feedback on, but didn't get any/much? this ask game is asking someone else to then give feedback on said fic, pretty pretty please!!!

8 ⧽. what part of [insert fic] is your favorite?

9 ⧽. tell us about a wip/idea that you're excited about!

10 ⧽. what genre is generally the easiest or most enjoyable for you to write? which is the hardest?

11 ⧽. if you were to rewrite [insert fic] with [insert different character/ship] how do you think it might change?

12 ⧽. what's a song or two you associate with [insert fic]?

13 ⧽. do you have any writing projects/goals/plans you're working on/want to work on?

14 ⧽. is there anything outside of your normal content that you want to write?

15 ⧽. if you wrote a fic called [insert title] with [insert character/ship] what do you think it might be about?

16 ⧽. if you wrote a fic called [insert title] what character/ship would you want to write it for?

17 ⧽. are there any songs you want to write a songfic for?

18 ⧽. how do you want your writing to feel to your readers?

19 ⧽. give a hint/teaser about something you're writing without any context or explanation! tease us haha

20 ⧽. answer any one of the other questions that you want to!

[luveline]

hey do you still take requests for kbd Steve?? If so, could you please do reader feeling a bit insecure because obviously after so many kids her body won’t be the same as it was and Steve comforting her? Im obsessed with this whole au it’s so freaking cute 😭

You wouldn’t have your family without some changes, but you still wish that things could be different. 

“You’re sighing.”

“Nah.” 

“You are.” Steve tucks his fingers into the elastic on a crew sock and pulls it back. When he lets go, it flies taut across the bedroom and lands on your naked feet. “Don’t sigh, baby.” 

“I’m tired.” 

“Come’n lay down with me, then. Let Steve take care of you.” 

You wrinkle your nose as he laughs. “Gross, dude.” 

“Uber gross. Come on, come sit in my lap. Please? Please, please, please–”

You travel the room if only to quiet his surprisingly irritating soprano. “How’d you get your voice to do that?” you ask, knocking at his thighs in an attempt to shift them over. 

Steve’s having none of it, pulling you by the waist fully into his lap, his thighs spreading underneath you. You go down sideways, legs over one tan thigh. His leg hair tickles the backs of your knees. He sweeps a big hand down the flank of your calf and clamps on your ankle to stop you from fleeing. “Practice. So, what’s up with you?” 

You pretend to pick at your nails. “Nothing.”

“Yeah, try again.”

“Nothing, you jerk!” You elbow him in his chest. He looks at you with those deplorable brown eyes, too used to getting his way, and there’s a half shade of worship stuck in the flecks of his irises. You could shake him. “It’s stupid, and I already know what you’re gonna say.” 

“So spell it out for me and I’ll try to subvert your expectations.” 

“Will you?” You sag a little in his lap. “I don’t know, Steve, I guess I miss my body. You know, before I had the girls. I miss feeling…” Not perfect, did you ever feel perfect? “I don’t like having something to compare it too, I guess. And– and, you know, too, I used to be less…” 

“What, honey?” he asks nicely. 

“Soft, I guess.”

“Baby, you’ve always been soft.” He rubs his hand up your leg again. It encroaches the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His thumb plays a risky game but ultimately stays at the edge of your underwear. If your being half nude has bothered him yet, he hasn’t said. A shudder runs through you as his thumb strokes the roll of your stomach, the unavoidable skin there. “You’re exactly the same as you were before the girls.” 

“Well, I’m not.”

“Well, you’re not.” Steve holds your eyes. “It doesn’t matter, though. We’re both changing. I don’t look like–”

“Yeah, you do!” That’s what makes it so hard. He looks the same now as he did when you met. The only difference in him now is the chest hair he keeps and the wrinkles by his eyes. 

“I love that you’ve changed. I couldn’t be happier.” He covets the side of your face with his palm. It makes your cheek feel small and delicate as he strokes it carefully, warming it, letting your face dip down into his hold. “Baby,” he says, practically molten now, and melting you, his tone like honey browning over a steady flame, “you don’t need to worry about that shit, ever. Are you serious? You’re crazy if you think there’s anything about you now that doesn’t measure up to before you had Ave. Fuck, I couldn’t want you more. It’s– it’s a problem, you know it is.” 

“Is it?” 

“No. I wouldn’t change a thing about you,” he says, touching the thin material of your bralette almost curiously, though there’s nothing about you Steve doesn’t already know. 

“Okay,” you say, recognising the adoring in his eyes for what it is. He’s flushed beneath you, promise of some physical reassurance clear in his eyes, his pupils like dark dimes. “Can you take it off for me?” you ask casually, quietly, practiced innocence that has him biting the inside of his cheek. “I can’t do the clasp.” 

“Of course I can, honey. Turn around for me. Thank you, honey, that’s good. That’s perfect. Is that better?”

His fingertips are like heat where they skirt along your skin. “Thank you.” 

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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐯𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

I HAD A VISION!! THIS IS CANON ! the dichotomy of gojo and nanami <3 !!! (i've never really written for nanami before so this may be a little ooc but he's WHIPPED so i don't think it is tbh)

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔-

satoru is absolutely besotted with you, head over heels! he's so happy you're his girlfriend and he'll do anything to keep it that way. satoru babytraps you, purposely trying to get you pregnant so you don't leave him. people always use to compliment him and fawn over him but none of it actually made him feel anything, they were all just hollow and shallow words but then you came along! a pretty little thing with a pretty smile, kind and complimentary, laughing at the things he said and always trusting him!

he wants you to stay with him forever, he wants you to be his wife, he wants to be your husband, he knows you'd make such a good mother and the idea of your body changing and looking softer than it already is makes him cum quicker than it should.

it started off as poking holes into condoms for about seven months but you still weren't pregnant! no matter how many holes he poked and how much he fucked you until you couldn't think anymore you still weren't pregnant.

he had to try something else! and after a lot of convincing you he didn't use a condom anymore as long as he promised he'd pull out. when satoru mentioned pulling out your furrowed your eyebrows, because you swear that isn't one hundred safe but satoru swears to you it is! and of course you'd believe him.

and you're just so cute! with the way you trust him implicitly! and your adorable face when you cum!

so every night, without fail, he's folding your body in half and thrusting into you as deep as he can. even when satoru pulls out sometimes he'll 'accidentally' time it wrong with the tip staying just outside your pussy and shooting cum everywhere, a little gets inside you and you don't notice and you definitely don't realise that the rest goes in you too as satoru makes sure to scoop up his cum with his fingers before fingering you claiming that he "wants to make you cum one more time."

when your period is finally late he'll tell you how "it must be fate" and "it's meant to be" and you'll believe him. how he'll say "you'll be such a great mama" and "we're going to be the best family!" he'll ask you if you want a summer wedding or an autumn wedding, he'll take you ring shopping the next day and buy the most expensive one your eyes linger on. the thought that your boyfriend purposely got you pregnant will never cross your mind.

even ten years later as a stay-at-home mum and housewife with three kids, you still believe that the pull out method is just as accurate as different birth controls but that it was destiny for you to get pregnant, you and satoru are soulmates and the universe was telling you that you'd make perfect parents and would be perfect husband and wife.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎-

you love kento! and you know he loves you, you wouldn't be dating as long as you have if he didn't but sometimes you still have your doubts. you've been dating for six years and he still hasn't proposed. you live together and when you first started dating he mentioned that he wants to get married one day, he wants to start a family one day, but all these years later nothing has happened. sometimes you get worried that he'll leave you, you couldn't bare it if he did, you think your heart might break in two.

it's gotten to a point where you can't cope anymore. friends and family will make comments about starting a family at dinners and events but kento just brushes it off. you worry that he'll find someone else, younger, prettier, thinner. you can't lose him.

you stop taking your birth control. every morning when you wake up, instead of taking the pill like you used to, you flush it down the toilet, in hopes that you'll get pregnant. you've been on birth control since before you met him so not taking it is a change but you need a change, a change that will help you start a family! you and kento have a very active sex life, if everything goes to plan he'll keep cumming in you like he always does and you'll finally get pregnant and start a family, he'll want to marry you!

you shouldn't underestimate your boyfriend though. kento knows what you're doing. he won't say anything but he'll make sure to stuff you with more cum than normal. he'll make sure to grab your malleable hips tightly and thrust deep and slow, pushing himself as far into as possible before cumming inside. he'll make sure it sticks.

the thought of leaving you never crossed his mind for one second, he does want to marry you and have a family with you, he has for years, he's just been waiting for the right time. he wanted to make sure he's financially stable with work, he wanted to make absolute sure that he'd never have to go on work trips away from you or work even ten minutes longer than when his shifts end. he wants to make sure you never had to worry about money and he'd get to spend lots of time with you and the kids but then he discovers that you have other plans.

when he finds out what your doing because you're getting worried over such a silly, inconceivable thing he thinks its so you. he thinks it's cute that his girlfriend is going through all of this so he'll play along. he'll ask you when the test comes back positive if you've 'been taking your birth control' and when you lie and tell him 'yes' he won't say anything, he'll pretend that he doesn't know the truth.

and then finally he can answer all those questions honestly from family members, he'll finally be able to tell everyone the truth to the questions. squashing the thought in his head that it's a possibility you only want one child, because you did all of this you must want more than one, or even if you don't it's at least you could do after 'trapping' him, "this is just the first one but of course we don't want them to be lonely so we'll have to give them a few siblings."

he does fabricate some things still, "we've decided not to find out about the sex of the baby, i know our little surprise is going to be perfect." kento's telling everyone that you're "going to look absolutely gorgeous coming down that aisle." you ask him shyly if you should wait until after you give birth to get married but kento won't have any of that, he's been dreaming of the wedding pictures for years, most of those dreams have included you visibly pregnant.

[i-dont-exist-r]

The Tower

Poly!Marauders x ravenclaw! reader

CW: Angst, a really bad prank idea by the one and only marauders, deep author self insert disguised as an x reader lol, reader is mentally and physically...unwell. Marijuana use, ooc Lily n gang

AN: My first writing post in *checks timeline* 3 years? yeah I was bored during work and thought of this. there will be a part 2!! lmk what you think!

For a while you can hold your tongue. The words going through your head dying in the filter from your brain to your tongue. The whispers around you either go unheard on purpose or your head is just so full with other things. Insults hurled in your direction are brushed off, not to say they didn’t hurt. It is mostly late at night, at the top of the astronomy tower with weed in your system that they cut the deepest. During the day you can hold your boyfriends’ hands and let it all bounce off your back. They can hold you when it gets too rough, when the whispers break through your barricades. Many sleepless nights they have spent assuring you that you are enough for all of them, and you don’t need to act any more like somebody to earn their love, it is given because you are you. The only thing it really succeeded in is making you feel was guilty for making them lose sleep on a weeknight. However, you could only stay for so long before they walked you back to your tower, Minnie would take 100 points from Ravenclaw if she caught you in the Gryffindor tower after hours, James said. Not that they have snuck you up recently to quell these worries, it feels like months since you have seen the inside of their (somehow comfier) dorm. 

Today, the wall you have built has crumbled by lunchtime. The boys were nowhere to be seen at breakfast, despite you staying 5 minutes past at the great hall doors to see if they would come running down. Usually this wasn't unusual for Padfoot, ever the oversleeper, and even sometimes for Moony. But with a quick mental check you confirmed it wasn’t near a full moon, and made a note to try and ask in potions. The only class you have with the boys, except moony because the wanker takes advanced potions. Your leg shook the entire way through astronomy (where you double checked it wasn’t near a full moon) and hands shook the entire way across the castle to potions. Unfortunately, you were paired with a housemate for this assignment because it was worth a substantial part of your end of year scores. Through the whole class you never felt their eyes on you once. You could feel their stare across the castle, but the entire 90 minute class from 3 feet away you didn’t feel them once. Multiple times you looked at them and willed them to look at you for even a second but they never looked up. When the class ended, you packed your bag as quickly as possible to catch up with them but they were already halfway out the dungeon by the time you looked up. Now you were suspicious they were avoiding you. The whispers crawled back into your brain from earlier after breakfast when you were waiting for them desperately. 

“..and I saw them with her in the courtyard,” some hufflepuff murmured to her friends that you couldn’t quite make out behind the pillar, “Yeah her. Looked…intimate” and she flourished it off with giggles that weakened your defensive walls. At lunch, they were there for about 5 minutes before running off before you could even walk up and greet them. After they walked out, Lily, Marlene, and Mary walked into the hall. Prong’s mouth split into a brilliant, heartbreaking smile when he saw Lily as he walked out. He stopped in his tracks and talked to her as the other two kept walking, and she stopped and talked back. Her bright hair glowing in the sunlight let in by the large stained glass windows. His eyes bounced all over her, from the strand of hair that sat slightly up on her shoulder, the light in her eyes, the way her hands stayed folded and her stance firm and confident. Something stirred in your gut as you watched the whole scene and his eyes didn’t meet yours once. His eyes never ricochetted over you like that, he never smiled like that when you walked into a room. Your heart started to twist and prick at your sinuses. Your defensive walls imploded, a sharp pain forming behind your eyes. Waiting until James finally left you decided to ditch the rest of your classes and replenish your personal stock. Your feet carried you to madame pomfrey’s paradise, the smell of antiseptic invading your senses. Calm footsteps coming from the mother figure’s office approached you paired with a knowing sigh. 

“Are you here to re-stock? You are using more than usual” she said with a hint of disappointment, “If you up your use anymore I'm going to have to force you to fill out a chart.”

“I’m not here for that, I have some left,” You let out a small smile, tapping the breast pocket of your robe. “Do you have any draught of peace?” Pomfrey paused, studying you before considering her next words carefully,

“Do you need the unction too?” A beat of silence passed before a chuckle escaped your lips. 

“Not yet, but I will keep you updated.” She nodded and disappeared into the storeroom, quickly coming back out with 2 bottles.

“You know better than to take both, but I still have to tell you to be careful and take breaks between sips. If you start to get dizzy come straight to me.”

“Yes mom-”

“Stop calling me that” she interrupted your (very old) bit. 

“Yes ma’am” you said jokingly, straightening up and putting your hand to your forehead like a military sergeant. Immediately wincing in pain at the pain shooting up your spine, she started towards you to see what happened but you stopped her and took the bottles out of her hand. “I have more of those too and yes I will take it as soon as I get back.” She simply smiled and waved you off.

“Go back to class”

You were never one to do what people told you, you thought as you made your way back to Ravenclaw tower. Thankfully the riddle was simple, as the draught was already making your brain a little fuzzy. Perhaps you forgot how strong this potion was, you hadn’t had to take it in months. Usually your coping methods allowed you to use minimal help with your emotional control and perception but things felt like they were getting out of control. In the fuzz, you decided to try and get the information out of the one boy that hasn’t been obviously avoiding you. The trek down to the kitchens was less so with the cloud over your mind. This draught was nice, it gave the effect of smoking without the coughing and hassle of finding a place to do it. The elves looked at you funny as you asked if they had any chocolate scones or biscuits but you really don’t care what you had to do in trade for them. Cleaning the ovens on the weekend doesn’t seem too bad. 

With the help of the potion, you force hope into your heart as you approach the fat lady. Sucking in a breath you muttered the passcode Sirius had given you at the beginning of the relationship. When the frame swings open you half scoff at the un-changing passcode and at the fact the passcode was even the right one. You hate that part of your brain that gets so distrusting of them so quickly. The sight beyond the frame made you want the throw the tray at their heads trickshot style. 

Lily, Marlene, and Mary are sitting in the boy’s laps, one in each. Hands all over each other, books stacked up on the table, quills untouched. So Remus wasn’t feeling bad, reasoning #1 is bad. Nothing about this has to do with you, judging by the deer in headlights look each of them have. So it is not them planning a date for you, reasoning #2 gone. And they are not studying or crying so this closeness is not justified. Reasoning #3 gone. The cloud over your brain starts to thunder. An orchestra of lip popping and fire crackling sounded out as they tried to find any words for their position. At least Remus and Sirius had the decency to push the girl’s off their laps and look like kicked puppies. 

“You aren’t supposed to be here” Lily said dumbly, still sitting on James’s lap and looking at me owlishly. 

“And you aren’t supposed to be on my boyfriends lap” you snapped, watching James flinch at the bite in the tone. 

“Let’s not get there love” James tried, standing up and making Lily fall off of him with a yelp. It took a lot of strength to not smirk at that. 

“I have ‘been there’ since you and Sirius ran from me after potions. Now is a very different thing.” Your hands stayed clenched around the handles of the tray, as you took a deep steady breath (on the outside, on the inside you were losing it very fast). Quickly you put the tray down on the nearest surface to you before you started hurling the innocent pastries.

“It’s really not what it looks like.” Marlene starts, standing up and starting to close the distance between you two.

“If you come any closer to me I am going to hex you through that fucking window” You pointed at the window to the left of the fireplace, the only one free of books and random artefacts. The words felt thrown from your mouth, like you didn’t control them. You knew it was what you were thinking, but usually you would never let that escape. A gasp came from somebody in the room, you couldn’t tell who the source was. The only thing you could hear was the voice in the back of your head saying you were in fact never enough for them. The only thing you could see was James’s smile as he talked to Lily in the great hall today. Quickly you regained your composure and borderline ran out of the room. Voices echoed through the common room and into the hall after you but you didn’t process them. Blood rushed through your ears and your legs just started carrying you towards an unknown destination. 2 years of promises rang through your ears, both from your 3 loves and their friends. Who have been witness to some of the darker nights. Who have no doubtly heard the rest of my worries secondhand from the boys. Who still did this. You knew that if you had stayed more would have been said, things you couldn’t take back. As much as you want to go back and throw things, and hex them, and yell at them you can’t find the energy to. It won’t be productive nor get anywhere positive. Your legs stop working at the top of the astronomy tower stairs, the items in your breast pocket start sounding like the best idea you have had all day. Sitting against the wall, you position yourself to have a full view of the courtyard as the bells for the last class ring. The yard fills with waves of students going back to their rooms or their study spots before dinner. Among the masses you spot familiar mops of hair, frantically dodging and shoving students out of their way. 

You faintly remember an argument you had last year after they had used the map to find you after a meltdown. You had spent a week mad at them, they had invaded your privacy and your specific request for some time to cool down. You had even threatened to break up with them over it in a heated argument. Explaining to them how your brain works, and how to possibly help next time, it slowly got better. They spent a month spoiling you after you had said you forgave them. 

Thank Rowena you didn’t step forward towards the railing, you think as you see Remus angle his head upward and look up towards the tower. You took a lighter and a joint out of your robe pocket, flicking it and lighting the heavenly objects. The pain from before stays embedded in your spine, the stone floor and the stress not helping. Now to see if they remember where they found you the last time, an unintentional test but one all the same. 

You wish you took up Pomfrey's offer.

Thank you for reading! this is barely proofread so I expect many grammatical errors.

[dreamjoymemoir]

Can I request Anaxa, The Herta, and Cipher with a reader who talks too fast, stutters and is hard to understand when talking sometimes (like all at once)? I hope that's not too much. Thank you and have a good one 🫶

that's perfectly fine!

-when anaxagoras notices your tendency to speak too fast and stumble over your thoughts, he calmly reminds you to slow down and take your time with your words. he is used to interacting with many kinds of students, some more anxious and less adept at speaking than others, so he's not fazed by it.

-if he's unclear on something you said, he'll just ask you to repeat yourself and trust that he'll eventually understand what you're saying. he suspects that it's your nerves or lack of confidence that leads you to have difficulty speaking, and he patiently keeps telling you that you're more capable than you think in the hopes that you will persevere.

-even if your difficulties with speech don't or can't improve, he won't stop trying to communicate with you. he's not easily discouraged, and especially not when it comes to someone he loves. he's careful to make sure that he's hearing you right, and while he's willing to help you practice speaking if you want, he is firm on not letting you sell yourself short or worry too much about it.

-herta is another person who knows that good intelligence doesn't necessarily mean strong speaking skills, and she's probably encountered quite a number of geniuses who speak in unconventional ways. she might get somewhat impatient if it's taking you a while to express something to her, but it's nothing personal and just a bad habit of hers. even so, she tries to listen to you and doesn't dismiss your efforts even if she's busy with something. the fact that you're so persistent in talking to her is admirable in itself! nothing has ever gotten done without struggle, after all.

-her very practical solution is to ask you to write things down if you have trouble expressing something. it's not that she wants to keep you from trying, rather she quickly understands that you might have a better fluency with text than speech, and hopefully it'll let you both communicate more efficiently and spare you any embarrassment. maybe she lends you some high-tech tablet that you can type out your messages on.

-herta will not let you apologize for your habits, stating that you haven't done anything wrong and that it won't help to dwell on it. her words are blunt and to the point, but she pats your head gently as a way to soften them. her calm and confident voice brings you some strength, and you know that herta is on your side no matter what.

-cipher's first impulse is to use humor to diffuse the situation and make you feel at ease, knowing that sometimes you just can't stop the frantic tumble of words from your mouth. it happens to her too, she's just better at controlling it after a millenium of smooth talking.

"woah, where's the race?" she says, interrupting your ramble with her eyes wide in mock surprise. "try that one again, and relax. we've got time~"

-she might tease you in a playful way for trying so hard to get all your thoughts out at once, but she means no harm and cuts it out if you're bothered or insecure. she tells you outright that your trouble with speech isn't a big deal, and it happens to the best of us. besides, she can ramble enough for the two of you if needed.

-of course, beneath cipher's lackadaisical attitude is sincerity. she's just happy to have you with her, whether you're good at speaking or not, and she's willing to let any vocal mishaps slide. if anything, she would be more disappointed to not hear your voice at all; even the habits you might believe to be flaws are things that endear her to you.

[bloggerspam]

I'm going to try and update tomorrow and tuesday too, but im going to be actively moving again those days so I can't promise anything.

(then again, the executives arent functioning and no doubt I will be taking many many breaks....)

also im sorry for the chapters after this--sooooo sorry.

also also--thanks to @lokiitama and @crypticfen val and wes are Danny's exes in this AU.

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"You're off your game, Fenton!" Wes jeers from the sidelines.

Danny, in the middle of throwing a punch, yells back "Keep talking and you'll be next, Weston!"

"Typical," Val grunts, kicking at Danny's side heavily. "Weston picking up my sloppy seconds as usual."

"I resent that!" Danny and Wes yell at the same time.

"We speak not of the before times." Danny huffs as he dodges another hit.

"Fuck you," Wes calls over as Val tries to sweep Danny with a low kick spin. "You're the reason he swore off women and came to me in the first place!"

"You mean me and Sam set the Bar for women, because let's face it Weston—" Val flips away from Danny's grip after Danny jumps over Val's leg and lunges in to grab her. "You're easy."

"Are you slut shaming me??" Wes shrieks incredulously, "We're dating!! What does that make you??"

"Bored." Val grits out once Danny gets in a good punch to her gut. "And too lazy for the dating scene."

"Hi, hello—" Danny grabs Val finally, tossing her effortlessly onto the matted floor. He braces himself on his knees, looking at Val where she pants spread eagle and watching Wes come over to them with water bottles. "Can we not??"

"Fine." Val and Wes say in unison. Wes sits himself beside where Val's head is, and she scooches herself up so that her head is pillowed on his lap.

Danny feels a pang in his throat. He's jealous, not of Val or of Wes, those ships have long since sailed though he still loves them dearly even if they aren't that close anymore.

He's jealous of the intimacy they have. The closeness.

He sighs and he plops himself down, bringing his knees up to rest his chin on after he takes long swigs of his water.

"Alright Fenton." Val breaks the silence, sitting up to drink her own water and leaning against Wes like it's second nature. "Spit it out."

"Spit what out?" Danny pouts. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You've got that..." Wes makes a vague gesture that means absolutely nothing to Danny, "look about you."

"The stupid one." Val continues, "where you overthink shit."

Danny huffs, capping off his water bottle and hugging his knees in closer. "I know you have a group chat with Sam and Tucker, the one where you guys talk about me when you're worried."

"Danny's 3 evil exes and Tuck." Wes nods, as if he's ever even watched Scott Pilgrim. He hasn't, by the way—Tuck and Danny keep trying to get him to but he refuses simply because he likes being an asshole. "What about it?"

"Don't tell me—is this about Red Hood?" Val smirks, capping her own bottle and tossing it away. Wes and Danny watch it roll towards their bags. "Did he ask you out? Did you kiss him? Did you let him fu—"

"Val!" Danny hisses, looking around. There's no-one around, of course. They're in one of the gyms he's conjured up at Pariah's Keep, and he's ordered the servants away during his time with his old friends.

It's become Danny's Keep, but he wants to put off any kingly duties as far away as he can. The only reason he has the gym here instead of at his lair is simply because he wanted to keep things relatively small over there—and the Observants begged him to use the Keep somehow.

People with Eyeballs for their heads should not have tear glands, is all Danny's saying.

"Oh please." Val scoff. "It's not like you're some wilting flower—Sam told me all about what you guys were up to when—"

"Val!" Danny injects a little of Phantom's voice into it, shutting her up when the Keep rattles. It's true, Danny's no prude, but that's different. It doesn't exactly please Danny whenever his escapades are talked about amongst his exes, but he supposes he's somewhat at fault for staying friends with them.

It's not truly a problem, it's just…weird. Severely weird. Val and Tucker are pretty free with that kind of thing, and Wes and Sam simply do not care one way or another.

Danny doesn't mind it, and has no problem talking about sex in an abstract way—but not when it's him, not when his friends know who he's sleeping with.

Not when it's Danny, and especially not when it's Phantom—not that any of his exes ever really explored Phantom all that much.

Val mimes zipping her lips, raising her hands up in surrender as Wes sighs heavily. "You know it embarrasses him, so why would you push?"

"It only embarrasses him when it's about a crush." Val waves off, "It never bothered him when he was single with no prospects."

"Just because you're right," Wes jabs Val in the side, "doesn't mean it makes you any more pleasant to be around. This is almost a surefire way to make him clam up."

Wes gestures over to Danny, who has indeed clammed up. He bites his lip, feeling a flush cover his face.

"Look, I'm sorry okay?" Val gentles her voice, tapping her shoe against Danny's. "You know I was just teasing. C'mon. There must be a reason you're coming to us instead of the wonder duo. What is it?"

Danny groans. "It is about Red Hood. And yes, there's a reason I came to you guys."

"Well, go on then." Wes smiles crookedly. Abstractly, Danny remembers this smile being the one that got them together in college. "Spill, space case."

"I couldn't ask Sam or Tuck because our boundaries are a little…loose." Danny hesitantly starts, which causes both of his friends to snort loudly.

"You're lucky neither of us were the jealous type." Val agrees, draping an arm around Wes' shoulders. Wes, ever the nice boyfriend, slouches so it is easier for his shorter girlfriend to do so. "But you've outgrown it a bit, haven't you?"

"Yes…" Danny sighs, "But—I just. I just couldn't remember what was normal or not."

"You're dancing around the subject." Wes says calmly, coaxing. "Tell us what happened from the beginning."

"Red Hood has been…trying to get closer to Phantom." Danny runs his hands through his hair, back and forth to soothe himself. "Tuck called it a stray cat thing. Long story short, he's been…I don't know, testing boundaries."

"Stray cat thing?" Val scrunches her nose cutely.

"Like sitting next to it, but not making eye contact?" Wes hums, thinking. "Uhm, and treats right?"

"Yeah." Danny huffs. "It made me realize I—Phantom keeps a sort of…bubble? Around everyone."

"It's about six feet, give or take." Val nods, which causes Danny to blink. She explains. "Ever since you accidentally got Tucker sick, you keep your distance in Phantom form."

"All of us knew," Wes picks up, "That's why we wear long sleeves and, well, you know—the capes."

"Jazz said pointing it out would make it worse." Val finishes, gesticulating with her hands. "We were trying to figure out some kind of solution, but we're all so scattered and busy—Tucker's kind of mad you never visit him even though you're in Gotham a lot for missions you know?"

Danny feels like tearing up, and both of them clearly can tell so they drag him over and the three of them relocate to lean against the gym wall. Danny sits snugly between them, half tempting him to transform just to siphon their warmth.

He doesn't, for obvious reasons.

"So he's trying to get closer to you by treating you like a stray cat." Wes finally breaks the silence, leaning his hand atop Danny's. "what happened after that?"

"He's been summoning me a lot, to ask questions about Realms culture." Danny fiddles with Val's fingers, with Wes', just for something to do. "A couple days ago, I went over and he—I guess he got back from a particularly rough patrol."

"He was injured?" Val guesses, to which Danny nods.

"I patched him up, and we talked. It was nice." Danny smiles, oblivious to his friends' gazes as he gets lost in the memory. "He…his magic, it makes him like me but opposite I think."

Wes hums, encouraging as Val murmurs a low "uh huh?"

"So I asked him and somehow he—" Danny scrunches up, letting go of their hands to cover his face as it burns. "He uhm, asked if we could hold hands, so we did. And—he realized we could help each other so we—cuddled."

A long silence falls over them, making Danny squirm. His friends squeeze in closer, as if to comfort, or simply to prevent him from escaping due to sheer embarrassment.

He continues, if only so the silence doesn't throttle him, whispering. "He…kissed my hand, and then his brother tumbled through the window and I ran away."

Another second, before the gym echoes with loud, bursting laughter.

Danny curls up even further, even has his friends try to uncurl him.

It's no use, Danny is stronger than both of them combined even if they weren't weak from laughter.

Danny briefly wonders if Hood did something to him, if perhaps the All-Caste magic is contagious and that's why Danny feels like he might burn to a crisp under the flush of his embarrassment.

"You're a mess over a kiss on the back of your hand??" Val breathes through her loud guffaws.

"Gods," Wes chuckles, lifting a hand to push back his hair. "What are we, in Bridgerton?"

"No, no—" Val snorts, "Hood's a regular Darcy, ain't he?"

That sets off another bout of breathless laughter.

"Are we done?" Danny deadpans, hands dropping as his embarrassment quickly drains into deadpan exhaustion. Which, he supposes, was probably the point.

"Yeah, Lizzie." Val grins, bumping her head against his. "We're done."

"So what's the problem anyway?" Wes asks, wiping a tear away and smiling widely, "Clearly he's interested, and the mishap with his brother aside, you…were…"

Wes stares at Danny, whose cheeks start to burn again. Wes jolts up, trying to make eye contact with Danny, but he shuts his eyes tight as he bites his lips.

This prompts Val to jerk away too, and he can feel their gazes burning on him. It is decidedly less pleasant than when Hood does it.

"Danny—" Val pleads, now a little distraught, "You ran away because you were caught in flagrante, Jane Austen style right? Right?"

Danny stays silent, shoulders hunching up. He wishes he could be anywhere but here.

"Danny you can't be serious." Wes slowly enunciates each and every word, words going sharp when Danny tries to cover his face again. Wes and Val each grab a hand to prevent him. "Danny—did you call us over because you don't know how you feel about Red Hood??"

Danny winces. His friends groan as they slump back into the wall.

"I don't know what's normal anymore!" Danny cries, looking at his friends desperately. "I'm friends with all my exes, my one platonic soulmate helped me figure out I was bi, we all cuddle!"

Wes and Val each look like they have something to say to that, but Danny's on a roll now.

"We hold hands." Danny stresses, jerking up said hands and shaking them in their respective faces. "I've seen both of you naked and you're dating each other now and we hold hands and the worst part is it's not weird."

Danny proper worked up now so he jumps up, pacing back and forth across the gym floor—always disturbingly shiney from how many times the servants clean the damn place even though they barely use it twice a month.

"Hood is attractive, sure, but I've always been susceptible to pretty people and on the whole it doesn't actually mean much because, like, Kwan was nice and handsome and even though there were times when he got real close and my heart stuttered I didn't actually like him romantically." Danny gesticulates, trying to convey his scattered thoughts. "And Phantom is touch starved. I vaguely knew about it but I'm a procrastinator and it turns out, the deadline for figuring that kind of thing out passed two days ago, when I was on the verge of exploding just from him holding my hand."

"We get along, and have nice conversations when he's in a conversational kind of mood, but until recently we were just colleagues, maybe, at a push, sort of friends." Danny stops, breathing heavy. He buries his face into his heads, groaning. "Red Hood treats me really well, sure. And maybe, maybe I can believe he's attracted to Phantom. But how do I know if I like him when it could be any number of things?!"

"Red Hood has fire magic and, I cannot stress this enough: Phantom is touch starved." He twirls around putting his hands out helplessly towards his friends, as if presenting these two options to them physically. "Jazz would have my hide if I went into this recklessly and…and possibly hurt Hood's feelings—he's already traumatized, has a boat load of trust and abandonment issues, and don't even get me started on his family problems."

Danny crouches down, hugging himself and feeling like he's going to cry, possibly throw up. "We don't even know each other's secret identities, and I'm not in the business of demanding anything but Hood is a Bat. Those guys can never leave well enough alone, and I don't want to resent him if he finds out and won't reveal himself in return. I don't think I will, considering the whole thing with Huntress, but I am also the guy who became evil in another timeline so what do I actually know?!"

Another silence threatens to chew Danny up, but luckily Val bulldozes through it.

"Wow. I thought maybe you tuned her out when she lectured you," Val starts, amazed and breathless, "But you really listen when Jazz talks to you about all that psychoanalysis stuff huh."

Danny, for lack of anything else to do, rolls his eyes and scoffs. "Obviously."

"I think." Wes cuts in, when Val has the gleam in her eye that precludes a tussle. "this could be an easy fix."

Both Danny and Val whip their heads towards the red-head. "Explain."

"Well, there's only two problems right?" Wes tilts his head in thought, tipping over until he's leaning into Val. "If Phantom is touch-starved, then y'know, touch people more. Compare and contrast."

"And if you think it's his fire magic—" Val continues the thread, "Ask Etrigan."

Danny blinks. "The…demon ghost guy?"

"Demon meaning hellfire and all that?" Val pauses. "Or you could ask Zatanna, since she's your fave JL Dark member. She can use fire magic, can't she? Or at least, knows someone who can."

Danny considers this. "But…Hood. How do I…"

"Danny." Wes sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Use your big boy words. If you listened to Jazz you know that you can just talk to the guy, ask for some space to figure it out—actually no, ask him what his intentions are in the first place."

"That sounds way too reasonable and logical." Danny jokes, trying for a smile and probably failing.

"You're twenty-five." Val deadpans. "Be an adult and talk about your feelings."

Danny groans as he falls back to starfish on the gym floor again. "Yuck."

Dear Darcy...

Another AU borne from the HHD server--Touch-starved DoM with identity shenanigans. Follow here on AO3!

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It isn't until well into their acquaintanceship that Jason notices something odd about Phantom.

That's not exactly true—Jason noticed it on their third mission together in a passing thought, but decided to not care about it on account of all the bullets and daggers being thrown at him and his team at the time.

Phantom is an ally, of sorts. A consult, perhaps, Jason doesn't really know.

It's hard to really say when they still don't really know what he does.

Though, again, that's not exactly true—Jason supposes it's more accurate to say they still don't really know what he can't do.

They go to him when the supernatural is involved, introduced to them via Zatanna when Jason expressed an adamant dislike of needing to ask JL Dark for anything (needing to ask Bruce for anything).

The ghost, a big name in the so called Realms world, is friendly and happy to help most of the time. He's a delight to work with in Jason's book, seeming to use his so-called ghost sense to read the room empathically—filling in the spaces when the quiet is too dark for the team, trailing behind silent as a shadow when even breathing is too loud, staying mostly out of the way and chiming in when necessary.

It helps that if shit hits the fan, Phantom can do something about it—it helps that that's the only time Phantom will ever butt in.

The Outlaws, Jason, is still to raw to handle playing nice, but Phantom makes it easy.

Phantom makes it effortless.

It makes Jason's gut roil in ways he's not sure how to deal with, beyond shooting it.

Either way, Jason, Red Hood, isn't supposed to be here in the Realms.

It's not that he's not allowed, per say, it's just that he wasn't exactly invited to this particular corner and Jason's a Bat, sure, but even he knows the supernatural have rules.

Jason was trying to summon Phantom for a quick mission, an in and out kind of deal that may or may not have had a cult involved in it that made Jason a little leery.

Except the summons was denied, which can happen sometimes when Phantom is busy.

Only instead of the circle simply going dark, like usual, Jason got pulled in instead.

So now he's here, in what he assumes to be Phantom's lair.

It's nice, the lair, if a little dark and mood-lighted. It has a dome-like structure, with stars and constellations all over like a planetarium. There's even one of those big ass telescopes peeking out the roof like one, though it seems to only point outwards towards the green of the Realms. Symbolic, or decorative in nature.

There's bookshelves of astrology and astronomy and all sorts of science and space related things littered throughout the shelves. Every now and then the stacks of books are interrupted with some kind of LEGO space creation, or a miniature of a rocket, or some of those weird weapons Phantom sometimes pulls out.

There's a work area, neat and messy at the same time, with a work table and a large toolbox drawer set. Metal detritus is piled neatly next to it, a project or two laid out under a heavy dark blue cloth on the table to keep it from getting dusty or be moved around if Jason has to guess.

In another area, there's living room-like space with a big monitor and beanbags and soft chairs surrounding it, typical of a college dorm room-esque gaming set up. Just beside it there's a large computer that hums softly, a picture of a female werewolf acting as a screensaver.

In yet another, there's a gathering of plants of many varieties growing this way and that. Jason spots a couple he recognizes from his run-ins with Pamela, and spots a copious amount of plants he doesn't recognize of this Earth. Ghost plants, he's assuming, from the glow of them.

There is even, curiously, one of those "at-home" basketball games that can fold away reminiscent of the ones you can see at the arcade with a couple miniature basketballs. Beside it, some kind of sleek mechanical looking surfboard rests against the wall in metallic reds and black with another toolbox set hidden just behind where it leans.

The kitchen area has a fridge that's absolutely covered in magnets from all over the world, a picture in crayon that is disconcertingly good pinned up here or there signed by someone named Ellie.

And then, of course, the main draw at the center of the room: a bed of sorts, stacked with pillows and blankets and assorted plushies of varying sizes.

Buried within is Phantom himself, huddled up in a nest of pillows and breathing heavy, angelic face flushed green the way a human would in fever. Jason, for the first time since meeting the halfa, truly wonders extensively how much the he isn't telling them.

Which brings Jason back to the odd thing.

Well, the odd thing that Jason is focusing on right now:

Phantom, contrary to his self-proclaimed ghostly nature, is very solid.

More than that, he's very, utterly, alive.

It's all the more apparent when Jason takes off one of his gloves to feel Phantom's forehead, the way Bruce would when Jason was Robin.

The way Jason wishes he could with his family.

Jason realizes, with the kind of starkness that comes from a photo flipbook of memories cascading through him, that he's never touched Phantom before. Not skin to skin or outside of a spar, and never like this.

He realizes, as the pocket book extends to not just him but his team-mates as well, that Phantom's never touched anyone before.

Always hovering just 6 feet away, like quarantine.

Like the depth of a grave.

Phantom is not quite hot to the touch, as Jason expects he would be. He had suspected a fever, of a sort. But he supposes it makes sense that a ghost would run cold, considering.

In the first place, Jason's not sure what possessed him to touch the ghost—he doesn't even have a baseline temperature to compare to so there's no real point.

He's not sure what possessed him to think this was okay, touching an ally like this without consent.

Not when his touch has never been welcomed, especially not when he's Red Hood.

He's just about to pull his hand away, careful not to wake the ghost, when Phantom starts to purr.

It rattles through him, like it's not used to being let out, as Phantom nuzzles at the tips of Jason's fingers.

As if Jason's touch was wanted, as if it comforts the ghost, as if Phantom wants nothing more.

As if this very hand didn't burn buildings to the ground, didn't shoot men into the fathoms, didn't carry bloody duffle bags, didn't fucking hurt hurt hurt.

Jason withdraws his hand carefully, gliding as gently as he can manage, breathing slow and deep.

He's been trained bloody enough to know pulling back in knee-jerk reaction can give things away.

He does not want Phantom to know he touched him.

Jason puts his glove back on, tight and unforgiving, and steps back.

He flexes his hand once, twice. Shakes it, before forcefully relaxing every muscle, trying to melt away the cold traces of Phantom's skin on his.

He clears his throat once, twice a little harsher, until Phantom mewls and blinks glowing green eyes up at him. His gaze is hazy with fever, soft like feathers, child-like in confusion.

And here, another odd thing Jason has not noticed until now:

When did Phantom's Lazarus green eyes become comforting?

When did Phantom's watery green eyes become forgiving?

[simmireen]

A break.

My lovely followers! After the amazing release of my 6000-members on patreon posepack yesterday I'm gonna do something I haven't done before. I'm going to take a month off. I have paused the patreon pledges for upcoming month (so no need to cancel, but ofcourse, you can always do so if you feel the need to).| After that month, I aim to releasing one posepack per week again, like I do now 😌 Why you ask? To be honest. In the 5 years that I released pose content - I think consistency is very important, I've never taken real time off. I've had times were I took it 'easier', but I never stopped creating content in that time. I have a story, I create posepacks, and a lot too, I maintain the biggest posetumblr ts4-poses: the masterlist on my own for about 3 years now and next to that, I have a 24h parttime job, a real life with a husband and a little doggie that need and want my attention too. I sometimes forget to balance it all out. So, how hard I find it to let go of that consistency , I take a break, because I'm not doing so well. I am known with stress problems (I'm a real millenial haha). All the things on my plate are currently a little too much. And I know, some of you will be sad (don't worry, I am also sad about this!)... but let's twist it to the positive side: there are currently about 310 simmireen posepacks for you to download and use 🤭. So maybe time to scroll back down and use some of my older posepacks! Oh and considering how it's going with me, Santareen 2025 will be a little smaller. Twenty-four posepacks will not be happening this year. I aim to release one every other day, so probably twelve. (I already set 2 packs aside, so 10 to go) Because I don't want to lose myself in this big project like I did in the last 3 years, because mostly I already start around this time but I just can't do it right now. I hope you can understand ❤️ That said. Thank you for 7000 patreon members and 5000 tumblr followers. It's crazy how many people love the work I pour my heart and soul in. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Irene The next free posepack is planned on august 7th, so if you want something to countdown to, it's going to be that date! (Next week and at the beginning of August there will be a modco posepack and halfway July two reminders some modco posepacks become free for everyone, but I always see these posepacks as extras, so they don't really count ;) )

[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk

✦ pairing fwb!jk x fem!reader

✦ rating explicit (+18)

✦ summary jeon jeongguk has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

✦ warnings & tags college AU, smut, pwp, minimal angst, fluff steps into the picture, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, jeongguk finds it hot lol

✦ word count 2.4k

✦ author’s note this is a re-upload, if you've seen this before, this is why:)

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There isn’t anyone to blame but yourself.

After all, you’re the one that left Jeongguk after he had silently admitted he was jealous. The reason behind it is something you’re still trying to figure out. You’re uncertain about how your body reacted, but mostly you’re afraid of the definite answer. 

That night, you stared at your ceiling, reminiscing every moment you’ve had with Jeongguk since the first semester. It was weird in a way, because before you and Jeongguk started casually hooking up, you were an amazing pair of friends.

Until the Halloween party happened and you both had way too many jello shots.

Jeongguk initiated the first kiss on the porch, whispering how he’s going to do something incredibly stupid but he can’t contain himself anymore. You found it cute, reciprocating the kiss back, it evolving into something more and now you’re here. Having sex whenever either of you text, mostly it’s Jeongguk, and leaving each other as if nothing happened.

You still act like great friends, in class too, no one batting an eye in your direction when it comes to your ‘so-called relationship.’ 

Jeongguk was always a friend, one you occasionally hooked up with on the daily but again, a friend. 

Until recently, when things had taken a drastic turn. Ever since Jimin openly admitted that Jeongguk has always liked you, everything changed. Then, yesterday, he silently admitted he was jealous by kissing you rather than walking out as you expected. It was messy, all of it. Mostly because you were still uncertain what exactly you felt for Jeongguk. 

But then, why is your heart breaking watching him kiss someone else in the corner of the living room at this party? Why does it hurt you? 

The answer stays buried, too scared to admit towards yourself that he might mean much more than you thought. 

Jeongguk removes himself from the person’s face that’s tracing their tongue all over his neck and that’s when he locks eyes with you. You quickly look away, staring down at your half filled cup. Suddenly you start feeling sick, your stomach playing tricks on you, leading you to walk towards the bathroom in a hurry. Jeongguk watches you scramble away, almost as if you were caught staring and Jeongguk’s curiosity peaks at your behavior. 

Something everyone knows about you, you’re hard to read, no one is able to read through you despite the situation. Jeongguk has always had a hard time, trying to see if you’ll ever become vulnerable around him but it never seemed to happen. Still, Jeongguk loved being around you. Which also explains why he’s currently following you, leaving the person he spent the last thirty minutes making out with stranded. 

He finds you sitting down, leaning your head on the bathroom door, it being occupied by someone not feeling their best. 

You hadn’t expected Jeongguk to be standing here, looking down at you with a worried gaze. 

“Hey…” He starts off, fiddling with his silver necklace. 

You stand up abruptly. “What are… What are you doing here?” You can’t look directly at him, instead focusing on the tiny details of his oversized t-shirt. 

“Why’d you leave like that?” 

A simple question, yet you find it hard to answer. It’s not because you don’t want to, you just don’t have an actual answer. You’re still trying to find it yourself. Why did you leave like that?! 

“I don’t know.” You settle on. 

Jeongguk sighs, shaking his head while his grasp tightens around the plastic cup. “Aren’t you tired?” 

Confused, you raise an eyebrow. “Tired?” 

Jeongguk steps closer to you, his feet almost touching yours. “This game, where you pretend that you don’t like me.” He tilts his head, his eyes locked onto yours. 

You turn your head, avoiding his eyes, scoffing. “I’m not pretending.” 

“Right.” 

You think it’s the end of the conversation, stepping sideways to move downstairs and find Jimin. 

But before you can, Jeongguk grabs your elbow gently. “Y/N.” 

“What?” You’re still not looking at him. 

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t like me.” 

You debate if you should turn and say it so you can leave, but a part of you holds you off. You keep still for a good second, Jeongguk growing a smile behind you. 

“Okay.” He says, sounding like he won and knows you like him. But the wall you’ve put up for yourself throughout college is not about to break over this. So, instead you turn, fixating your eyes on his. 

You wait a second, stocking all your emotions on a shelf before speaking. “Jeon Jeongguk. I don’t like you.” 

In mere seconds, Jeongguk’s expression falters. His brows drop along with his smile. He clenches his jaw, looking away as he walks past you. He seems angry, and you can’t really understand why because if there’s anything Jeongguk never is, is angry. It stuns you, causing you to swallow a clump, feeling suddenly small and uncomfortable in the space where everything went down between you. 

You walk away, trying to find Jimin but instead you catch Jeongguk grabbing his jacket and walking out of the party in a hurry. 

Forcing yourself to find Jimin is hard, because every inch of you wants to run after Jeongguk, fix everything you’ve messed up by lying to him. He deserves the truth, even though you’re scared of what will happen. 

Fuck it. 

You grab your jacket, slamming the door behind you shut and running towards Jeongguk who’s walking with his head down. 

“Jeongguk!” He flinches, turning around slowly. 

“What are you—“ 

“I’m such a liar.” You say, moving towards him at full speed and kissing him. Jeongguk stumbles back, in shock of you kissing him after you rejected him coldly. 

“I like you. I do. I’m sorry.” You mumble against his lips, causing his own to stretch into a genuine smile. 

You continue to kiss on the street, the loud music from the party growing distant. Jeongguk grabs your face gently, tracing his fingers all over the edges, admiring you while you look at him. 

“You were scared, weren’t you?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” You breathe out, letting your guard down and being completely honest. 

“I’m scared too.” He admits, pecking your lips. 

“So… What now?” You raise an eyebrow, wondering if Jeongguk has any thoughts of what’s bound to happen between you.

“Want to come back to mine?” He suggests, his hold tightening as you smile at the request. 

“I’d love to.” 

One thing, you have never been inside Jeongguk's place. While you both were actively hooking up, your dorm was easiest because Jeongguk lives a few minutes away from campus in a shared apartment with a guy named Namjoon. He’s spoken once or twice about him, telling you how great he is and how he’s become an inspiration for Jeongguk throughout college. 

You aren’t exactly expecting anything from Jeongguk’s place, but you have a certain idea of what it looks like. 

When you both finally arrive, you notice how you weren’t quite wrong. The apartment is cozy, plants in some corners and very suitable. Jeongguk takes off his belongings while you do the same, noticing how the apartment is completely dark. 

“Namjoon is gone for the weekend, he’s visiting his family.” Jeongguk explains, noticing how your head tilts to catch a sign of his roommate. 

“Bummer…” You mumble, a bit excited to meet Namjoon. 

“You can meet him when he’s back. He’s been wanting to meet you, as well.” 

“Is that so?” Jeongguk’s ears turn red, realizing he’s admitted how he talked about you to his roommate. Fuck, he truly does like you. The thought affects your heart, making it pound loud enough for anyone to hear. 

“Come on, I’ll show you my room.” You nod, trailing behind Jeongguk in the darkened hallway. Jeongguk swings his door open, turning on the lights and it’s just as you imagined. The color palette, the set up and how his covers match the color on the walls. 

“Do you want to borrow something to sleep in?” 

“Sure.” Your heart flutters, still in shock over how you’re currently in Jeongguk’s place and how you both admitted you like one another. 

Jeongguk pecks your lips, moving towards his white cupboard and fetching you a t-shirt and some boxers. When you grab ahold of it, you turn around walking towards the bathroom. 

Yes, he’s seen you naked plenty of times but it’s different. You’ve grown timid regarding everything, and Jeongguk isn’t any better. He’s fumbling with words while you scurry out to change. 

While you’re away, Jeongguk makes sure his bed is ready for the both of you to lay in. He’s getting nervous, because this will be the first time you’re going to sleep besides one another. Jeongguk tries to lay in different positions, uncertain if he should lay down or sit on the edge. As you walk in, you find Jeongguk shuffling on the bed sheets, mumbling nonsense to himself. 

“Are you okay?” You ask with a tint of humor, adoring the sight of a nervous Jeongguk in front of you. 

“Of course!” He tries to prove to you he isn’t internally panicking over this. Cute. 

You don’t respond, instead moving towards him on the bed and pulling the covers to lay underneath. Jeongguk notices how comfortable you are in his bed, his clothes and everything feels unreal. 

He takes a second, before joining you and holding you flush against him. Your hand intertwines with his, as his arm is snaked around your waist. 

“Is this okay?” Jeongguk asks with caution. You look behind you. “Yeah.” You answer, kissing him softly before returning to your position. 

Jeongguk nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, pecking your skin with his soft lips. Your heart flutters at the sweet gestures, enjoying the warmth that’s invading your whole body. 

“What made you realize you like me?” Jeongguk suddenly questions. 

You trail your fingers on his tattooed hand, taking a second to truly reflect on when it happened. “I think a part of me always has… But I was scared and I pushed everything away.” 

“Relationships are scary…” Jeongguk admits. 

“Yeah. But, I’m willing to overcome that fear to try this with you.” Jeongguk grabs your face, making you turn to look at him. His gaze is soft, eyes tracing each detail of your face as his thumb caresses your cheek. 

“Me too. You have no idea.” Jeongguk whispers, leaning forward to kiss you again. Jeongguk tastes like everything that’s good about this. You curl your hand around his neck, fingers fiddling through his soft hair as the kiss grows more heated. 

Jeongguk’s hand tightens around your waist, pushing himself forward so you can feel him growing under the material of his sweatpants. You’re no better yourself, your core starting to dampen. 

What started as an innocent kiss, turns into you both moaning in each other’s mouths as you grind on each other shamelessly. Jeongguk’s pressing his hard-on against your ass, while you push it towards him growing more needy by the minute. 

“Do you want this?” Jeongguk pulls away to ask. 

“Yeah, I want you.” You respond with certainty. 

Jeongguk grins, returning to kiss you roughly, caressing and pulling every part of your body. 

The heat grows in the room, your bodies heating up beneath the covers. Jeongguk pulls it down, noticing how you’re resting one of your legs on him, spreading out for him. He doesn’t waste another second, placing his hand on where you need him the most. The material of the boxers is wet and Jeongguk grows dizzy by the thought of how wet you are already. 

“Fuck—“ You breathe out, enjoying the feeling of Jeongguk’s fingers tracing on your pussy and clit. It’s hard for you to kiss back with every movement, so Jeongguk settles on kissing you on the neck instead, biting it a bit. 

Jeongguk continues, while letting you feel how hard he is behind you. 

“Jeongguk— I need you.” He doesn’t answer, instead he pushes himself upward to remove his sweatpants and his boxers on you. He’s about to grab a condom when you stop him. 

“I want to feel all of you.” 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m on birth control, and I trust you.” 

“Okay.” He closes his drawer, moving back towards you. He places his cock in between your thighs, feeling how wet you are and you both hiss by the close contact. 

Jeongguk pushes you against him, moving his hip upwards as his cock slides in with ease. Both of your mouths are agape, panting and moaning by the feeling. Jeongguk thrusts upwards, holding you around the waist while his tattooed hand rubs down on your clit at the same time. 

The intensity grows a lot quicker, your brain shutting off completely as you let yourself feel everything. Jeongguk has never felt you clench around him so much, making it hard for him to last long because fuck, he can feel all of you. He can feel how warm you are, and wet. 

“Shit—“ Jeongguk breathes out behind you, forehead planted on the nape of your neck. You can’t even respond, too overwhelmed by everything. Jeongguk doesn’t ever stop moving, his thrusts precise and consistent. 

You can feel yourself grow closer, although the feeling is a lot more intense than you had expected. It’s something unfamiliar and a part of you is scared yet curious. 

“Fuck— Jeongguk I’m.” You grab onto his waist, tightening around him as your body tenses for a second. 

Jeongguk quickens his movements, hitting your g-spot continuously and that sets you off. As you come undone, Jeongguk notices you squirting all over the sheets. 

The sight and thought of you squirting because of him, causes Jeongguk to come only a few thrusts later. When he finally pulls out, he notices you covering your face almost in shame. 

Jeongguk is still in shock over what just happened, because throughout your deal, never once had you squirted. Hell, Jeongguk hadn’t even known he was capable of making someone squirt. 

“Holy shit.” Jeongguk exclaims, beginning to laugh as he’s delighted over the situation. 

“Shut up!” You mumble, still covering your face. 

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Jeongguk has never been more honest in his life. 

“Don’t say that—“ You almost sound frustrated, and Jeongguk figures it’s due to you getting affected by his words. 

“Come on baby, let’s go shower.” He kisses you all over, trying to make you feel better and you give in. 

After a warm shower, you both return under the covers, your head on Jeongguk’s chest as he nuzzles your arm. 

With a few words exchanged, you both fall asleep, unaware that this will be the best sleep you’ll both have in years.

[ronearoundblindly]

Just thinking about how we as Alpine could dote on sweet Steve...

(part of Companion Animal, a steve x shapeshifter!reader series)

He's just so easy to read, like an emotional open book, and when Steve's worried about anything at all, you just have to sit with him and stare. He always cracks. He'll tell you everything, and as you continue to gaze with that caring he always recognizes in your eyes, he keeps going, every bit of honesty just flowing out of him.

Sometimes, however, Steve begs for you to change back. He wants to listen to you talk about your day. He wants to hear what you think, what you would do in his place, what you've been up to. Steve likes companionship in all its forms--you in all your forms--but loves the equanimity of human-to-human interaction.

There are so many reasons you shift to a cat, but the biggest is that life is simpler this way. It was the motivation for your first change: you wanted things to be simple. If you feel small, you can be small. If you don't feel like talking, you don't have to.

Steve envies your powers honestly. He knows what it was like to be small and overlooked. Steve actually misses that from time to time. He never thought he would.

Tonight, though he has no idea why you've felt the need to be small and quiet, Steve holds you in his lap, balancing your fluffy body in a soft curl at his hip. He talks, and once he's covered all the important bits of his day, he keeps talking about nothing at all. He mentions a new houseplant or two that he wants, but he's not sure whether to find some clippings to propagate or to go buy them.

Steve never noticed how much he talks about food until he started filling the empty air with you. He would apologize for that, but he has a lot of opinions about chicken (all the proteins, really) and serving sizes (you stop him with a chirp when he mentions 'pricing' though). There are also certain meals that go very well with certain types of weather, which he thinks should be obvious but still lays out a case for having soup and stew always at the ready for rainy days and--

"Are you asleep, babygirl?" he asks in astonishment. "Why didn't you stop me? You could have asked to go to bed if you were tired."

Steve tries very hard not to turn his frown upside down as you yawn, a big gesture for such a little thing. You're so cute. You know he can't resist the fierceness of your fangs coupled with your half-closed eyes.

You roll onto your back in his lap, a dopey, quirky look on your squished face, staring at him again.

"What?" Steve pokes gently at your belly. "You'd rather watch TV? Do--what's that stupid phrase--Netflix and chill?"

You pop upright, tail swatting between his knees, and slow-blink at him.

"You're very predictable, darling," he chides, grabbing the remote but kissing your head as he leans over. "Why'd you let me go on an' on?" Steve whispers an apology while you shove your skull into his cheek. "I don't mean to bore you. You could have--" he feels you shake your head "--no? Not boring you?" He leans back. "How is listening to me jabber not boring?"

You stand to put one paw on his chest, the other tucked to your own, holding his brilliant blue gaze.

You've told him you love his voice. You've told him you love to know what he's thinking, that everything he says is important to you, but...Steve hasn't considered how you being in Alpine-form forces him to use his voice.

Because you want to know what he's thinking.

Because you want to hear all of the things that take up important space in his thoughts.

Because you know that he won't if there's anyone else there, any other person, any other human.

Steve Rogers always puts other humans above himself. If anyone else is in the room, Steve's not the priority, so...

The second his face drops in understanding, you look smug as hell and cheekily bat your fuzzy paw at his lips.

"Ha ha, very funny," he drawls. "You think you're so smart, don't you!"

Steve scoops you up in his arms and peppers you with kisses, tightening his grip a smidge.

"What if I don't turn on your show, huh? What are you gonna do about it?" There's a familiar pressure against him, and your body becomes much heavier. He lets the shift happen as usual then looks down.

You, human-you, snuggle into his lap, the rest stretched across the couch, turned away from the television to focus only on him.

"Nothing."

Steve plays with your hair quietly because of course he stops filling the air already.

"Tell me about all these soups we're going to make."

You poke his side as Steve laughs. You know his tricks. He's so easy to read, but no matter what, he's your favorite open book.

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Only 0.1% people will find this reading before 7th of July 🦄 ✨️

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Many of you could be going through either Mars/Rahu/Ketu/Mercury dasha or 8th house transit. From what I am getting, you are being told to not fight with your obstacles but rather walk through them because fighting doesn't make anything easier, but peace and calmness would. It's time for you to slow your pace and enjoy your life without worrying much about what is happening and is about to happen. Other than that, I am getting an intuitive message that you should sit outside your house or home under the blue sky and sunlight so you can strengthen your upper chakras, especially the solar chakra, which is responsible for optimism and esteem. There are many things that you are missing in life by not counting the blessings but counting what is missing and lacking. You can only be happy by living in a constant state of gratitude towards the universe and your life. There are many good things happening around you, but you need to feel them and then to see them because not everything is meant for us to see but to feel internally. Believe that good is coming to you, and it will come to you no matter how much time it takes. For my single ladies who were looking for their future spouse or next partner, you are being told to enjoy your moment fully in order to attract romantic love. Also, why? Because love is an energy that is full of happiness, not sadness. We cannot expect to find love when you are sad or are on low energy all the time, thinking you are not worthy of it 🫂. My dear people, do not stop for your dreams or your goals or any target, and if somebody is suppressing you, then don't be. Also, if you are aware that you need help from others, then ask for help from others; do not hesitate. Your current crushes are not your future spouse, or if you are asking if this person likes you, then they do not, or if you want to go with the person and you are unsure, then don't go with them because the universe is giving you signs all around. It's not a good time right now to start something new. The next person you are going to meet is someone who is Mercury ruled or Mercury dominant in any way possible. This person is someone who is intelligent or could even be a teacher or counsellor in any way possible that involves knowledge or wisdom. Lots of happiness is coming for you in the upcoming next 2 months ✨️ 🤍

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hi! idk if this is the right place but as a largely clueless person i have a question:

what's up with calling indigenous north americans indians? i know the history (i've studied it quite a bit) and my family (indians as in 🇮🇳 asians) jokes about "haha clueless white people, we're the indians not them" but from what you know do indigenous people accept the name or reject it?

(if you don't have the knowledge to answer this or if it's off topic, feel free to say so or disregard this ask!)

thank you so much!!

Hello fellow Indian! (lol)

okay so heads up I'm not going to make a habit of answering super google-able questions, because I get so many questions and also I'm mean!

But Indian/Indian solidarity ♡

We are legally Indians under colonial law, for example in canada people who are legally Native are known as "Status Indians" under the Indian Act. Back in the day 'Indian' was basically short hand for 'whatever group of brown people we're invading this week'.

We didn't choose to be called Indians and most of us consider it to be only just barely not a slur. At the same time you will hear a lot of older people, especially on reserve/reservations calling themselves Indians. This is because of the last few hundreds of years of being labeled Indians by the governments holding our land.

Native and Indigenous are probably the phrases most commonly considered polite, but frankly a lot of us are a lot less worried about verbiage than we are about things like clean water, MMIW, and police brutality.

But 'haha silly white people don't even know what Indians are' jokes are really common in our communities too!