#just like playing with them absentmindedly and remembering how he got them and wondering what could have been

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HEY omg I absolutely adore your writing - finished reading if the bees know and my GOD it grabbed by entire HEART it was so freaking good!!!!!!!!! [lil Scorpius owns my entire heart ;-;] For the ao3 wrapped thing, maybe 3, 17 and/or 28? <333

hi!! ahh thank you so much! i'm so happy to hear that! 100% agreed about lil scorpius, he is the absolute sweetest.

thank you for these!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

hmmm, i think i'd say The Star Splitter, even though it won't be done this year! it's def the most complex fic i've taken on since Close Behind and i'm really enjoying writing it, while keeping up with a new sort of format (writing as i post). it's been a great fic experience and i'm proud to be staying on top of it!

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

harry in along each garden wall, hands down. for not being a POV character, i put so much of him into that fic and just have so much backstory and understanding of his emotional mindset in my head, and i love the life he's built in that story. his storyline is honestly deeply sad; harry spends the entire fic truly believing that draco knows how in love harry is and just doesn't love him back, and then he still won't take advantage of draco's predicament and pain to get a shot at what he wants in the end. he's so good, in a way that makes him exactly suited for the good, decent life draco has built.

i answered 28 here!

send me AO3 wrapped asks!

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𝟷𝚔 || 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘..?

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Your worst fears come true when you realize Sirius and Remus didn't want kids.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Talk about pregnancy, pregnant!reader

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Wolfstar x reader

The early afternoon sun was streaming through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the cozy living room as you lounged on the couch, legs draped over Sirius’ lap, Remus sipping tea from his spot on the chair beside you. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through Sirius’ hair, watching him lean into the touch, his smirk softening into something more vulnerable. Remus caught the slight shift in your expression before you even realized it was happening.

You had been thinking about this moment for days now—wondering if it was the right time to bring it up. But after spending the past week with Lily and seeing her excitement over Harry growing inside her, the yearning in your heart had only intensified. You could practically feel it in your bones now.

"Hey," you started, a little softer than usual, catching both their attention. "What do you two think about having kids?"

There was a beat of silence that followed, their reactions not immediate, which only made your heart race a little faster. Sirius quirked an eyebrow, his usual cocky grin flickering into something more unsure. Remus stiffened ever so slightly, and you noticed his fingers tighten around his mug, the faintest of trembles in his hand.

“K-kids?” Sirius echoed, the words like a foreign concept in his mouth. He glanced at Remus, the two sharing a look that wasn’t lost on you.

“Y-yeah,” Remus began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t think that’s the best idea right now.”

Your stomach dropped, the air growing heavier. You tried to play it off, giving a weak laugh. "Oh, alright. No worries, I was just—just curious."

But the lump in your throat betrayed you. There was a beat too long of quiet and you suddenly remembered how suffocating the room felt.

“Oh! Actually, I—I forgot,” you stumbled over your words, pulling your legs off Sirius and standing up quickly. “I was supposed to meet Lily and James today.”

Remus furrowed his brow, a hint of concern crossing his features. “Are you okay?”

You waved him off, grabbing your jacket and trying to keep your voice steady. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I’ll see you later.”

The second you were outside, the cool autumn air hit your face, and your resolve shattered. Hot tears pricked at your eyes as you made your way to Lily and James’ house. How could they not understand? How could they not even entertain the idea?

James opened the door with his usual wide grin, though it faltered the moment he saw the state you were in. “Hey—whoa, what’s wrong?”

You managed a wobbly smile before your face crumpled. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

Without another word, James pulled you inside, calling for Lily. “Lils! We’ve got a situation here.”

Lily appeared moments later, cradling her swollen belly, her face lighting up with concern. “Oh, love. What happened?”

You collapsed onto the couch, and it all came pouring out—how you had asked Sirius and Remus about kids, how they had dismissed the idea like it was nothing, and how much it hurt because you already knew deep down that something was different.

“They don’t want kids,” you sobbed into your hands, feeling utterly lost. “And I just—what if they never want them? I can’t wait forever, and—"

“But do they need to want them now?” James asked, trying to make sense of your outburst.

You didn’t respond, just cried harder, until Lily placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. Her eyes softened as the realization dawned on her. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, kneeling in front of you. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

Her words sliced through the fog in your mind, and you dissolved into fresh sobs, unable to deny it any longer.

James’ eyes widened in disbelief as he sat down beside you. “Bloody hell.”

For the next few days, you stayed with James and Lily, hiding away from the world—and from Sirius and Remus. Every time they sent an owl, you ignored it. Every time they came by, you pretended you weren’t home. You couldn’t bear to face them. What if they were never ready? What if this dream of yours was something they’d never want to share?

Back at home, Sirius paced anxiously while Remus stared out the window, worry etched into every line of his face.

“She’s avoiding us,” Sirius growled, frustration bubbling to the surface. “What the hell did we do?”

Remus sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It was the question. We brushed it off like it didn’t matter, but it did.”

“We can’t be ready for something like that,” Sirius muttered, his voice low. “I can’t—what if I’m like him? What if I’m just like my father?”

Remus set his mug down, his eyes clouding with his own fears. “And what if—what if it’s a full moon and the baby—what if it’s like me?”

They sat in silence, haunted by their shared doubts and insecurities, until it hit them both like a lightning bolt.

“Oh,” Sirius whispered, eyes wide. “She wasn’t asking for ‘someday.’ She was asking for now.”

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on James and Lily’s door again, only this time you couldn’t ignore it.

James opened it, looking between Sirius and Remus with a mixture of relief and exasperation. “Took you long enough,” he muttered, stepping aside to let them in.

They found you in the sitting room, curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you like a shield. You didn’t look up when they entered, but you felt their presence immediately.

“Love,” Sirius started softly, coming to sit beside you while Remus hovered nearby. “We… we’ve been absolute idiots.”

You sniffled, keeping your gaze on your lap. “You think?”

Sirius winced. “Yeah, we do.”

Remus crouched in front of you, his eyes pleading. “We didn’t realize what you were trying to tell us. We didn’t understand.”

“And now that you do?” you asked, your voice trembling. “What then?”

Sirius reached for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “Now we tell you that we’re scared. Terrified, even. But we want this. We want a family with you.”

Remus nodded, his voice soft but steady. “We don’t have all the answers. But we’ll figure it out—together. We’re ready, if you are.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they weren’t from hurt. They were from hope, from the overwhelming love you had for these two men who, despite their fears, were willing to take this leap with you.

You let out a shaky breath, a small smile tugging at your lips as you whispered, “I think we’re going to be alright.”

And in that moment, with Sirius’ arms wrapped around you and Remus’ hand resting protectively on your stomach, you believed it. You were going to be more than alright.

You were going to be a family.

[inmyheaddd]

walkin’ out the door with your bags - grayson hawthorne x reader - part one

⤷ “can you see me? im waiting for the right time. i can’t read you, but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine.”

summary: you and grayson hawthorne’s friendship is one that stretches over a long time. its a friendship that you cherish with your heart, and it’s also one that can be far too confusing for your own sake sometimes. warnings: glasses!grayson, reader & grayson are so oblivious it hurts a/n: new possible grayson childhood bsfs-to-lovers series??! wc: 1.5k masterlist || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6

you lay on your stomach, propped up on your elbows with your face in your hands.

next to you was grayson, sitting up against the headboard, typing up something as he listened to you rant about your day. 

“he’s genuinely the worst teacher i’ve ever had, you know what he told me on the last non uniform day we had?” your legs were bent at the knee, swinging back and forth in the air as you ranted, your eyes on grayson, as his eyes were on his laptop. 

“he asked me if i got into a bike accident on the way to school, because i wore ripped jeans.”

grayson hummed, his eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to his laptop. “ignore him, he’s trying too hard to be funny,” he commented with his voice taking on a hint of disgust,, “and miserably failing.” he added, as he adjusted his glasses on his nose bridge. “you have better things to focus on than strange men with their strange humor.” 

you let out a chuckle through your nose, “yeah, i guess. very strange men indeed.” 

you didn’t really wait for a response, as you continued to talk about your day and little things that happened. “oh!” you piped up,“and guess what?” 

that’s how it always was with you and grayson, you talked — a lot, and he listened. 

—

you walked over to the corner where a little blonde boy sat, sorting a puzzle by himself while all the other kids sat in the middle, a big bundle of chaos, toys, giggles, and shouts. 

“um, excuse me? i have a question.” you stood, your hands clasped behind your back as you swayed gently side to side. 

the boy— who you later learned to be grayson hawthorne, didn’t answer, only looking up at you in curiosity as a puzzle piece fell out of his hand. 

you took that as an invitation, clearing your throat before you spoke, “why don’t you play with everyone else over there?” you asked, pointing to where all the other kids sat. it was halfway through the year, and he never once sat with the other kids, even when teachers asked him to. 

you always found yourself absentmindedly looking at him as you played with friends, wondering why.

he was silent for a moment, and you debated going back. “i don’t really like kids.” he said quietly, his eyes back on the puzzle as he looked for the next piece. 

you giggled like he had said the most outrageous statement ever, “but you’re a kid, silly.” you said, taking a step closer and sitting down next to him unpromptedly.

“well, i don’t like those kids.” he said, eyes meeting yours and then he looked you up and down, surprised at the fact that you were sitting so close to him. 

“why are you sitting next to me?” he asked, his eyes wide with surprise and question as he looked at you. 

“um…” you trailed off, “because we’re friends now, duh.” you flashed him a big smile, shrugging your shoulders. 

—

he also made you laugh, and was there for you, and gave you advice, and helped you when you needed it, and he —well, he was just a really perfect friend in general. he always has been, since you were in the second grade. 

“i’m getting glasses,” you said in a singsong voice, “isn’t that crazy?”

“you’re getting glasses?” he arched a brow up at you, with an almost-barely-there smile.

“yeah,” you said through a chuckle, “i think it’s the universes way of getting me back for making fun of you, way back when you first got them.” 

grayson let out a breathy laugh and looked down at you, his gaze unwavering. “i distinctly remember you telling me how thankful you were to have 20/20 vision.”

“yeah, well…” you stifled a laugh, “you know what?” you voice perked up, a hint of humor present. “at least i know i’m gonna look better than you in them.” 

a smile found your face as you teased him— though deep down his glasses were one of your favorite things about him. 

the funny thing is, you distinctly remember teasing him about them to cover up just how much you adored them on him. 

—

“we aren’t friends. i don’t know you.” the little furrow in his brows only deepened as he looked at you.

“okay, well, i’m your friend. you don’t have to be my friend.” you shrugged simply, as you searched for the next puzzle piece on the floor, putting it into place once you did.

he watched you in silence, like you were saying something completely foreign to him, “but that’s rude of me, and it’s unbalanced,” his brows furrowed, his lips almost in a pout like he was severely stressed about this.

“okay, then just be my friend!” you smiled brightly at him once again, “problem solved.” you added, the look on your face a complete contrast to his — which was very confused. 

“but, friends are people who just want something from you. family always comes first.” he replied, like it was a rehearsed line he had heard a thousand times from someone else in his life. 

you wondered what kind of monster told him that, and you were determined on changing his mind. 

“what? no! friends are the best people you can find in the whole world. they’re your ‘family number two.’” you told him, but he didn’t seem convinced as he stared at you. “can i make you a proposal?” 

his blonde brows shot to the top of his head, “you want to marry me?” his eyes went wide as he slightly scooted back from you. 

“no, dummy! i meant like a deal,” you hummed, “i think i meant proposition…” you mumbled under your breath, more to yourself than to him.  

—

grayson smiled at you, his gaze unwavering. “oh, surely. without a doubt.” 

you gasped in mock offense, bringing yourself to sit up fully as you looked at him. “is that sarcasm you’re giving me, hawthorne?” 

grayson didn’t say anything in response, only laughing under his breath and shaking his head, returning back to typing whatever he was doing earlier. 

“you’re so rude, i don’t like you.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, sitting so close to him that you could rest your head on his shoulder. 

his eyes found you on his shoulder. though you didn’t meet his gaze, you definitely felt it. “well, i’m stuck with you forever, aren’t i?”

“yeah, unfortunately for me.” you said through an exhale. “i’m deeply regretting my choices right now.”  you mumbled , but you both knew that wasn’t true.

—

“deal? what deal are you giving me?“ 

“you just have to be my friend until friday! if you don’t like it, i’ll never talk to you again. i pinky swear.” you swore seriously, raising your eyebrows at the end to add to that effect. 

“buuuut,” you added, your voice taking on a complete 180. ”if you like it, even just a little, you’re stuck with me.” you paused for dramatic effect, adding in a singsong voice. “forever and ever.”

—

you felt him chuckle and you found yourself smiling at the mere action. he seemed to never laugh around anyone but you. “you know, that may have been the single choice in my life i don’t regret making.” 

the way he said that nearly undid you. you lifted your head, sitting upright to see him fully. 

your voice came out quieter than you thought it would, with a smile on your lips. “are you being serious?” your eyes searched his face, looking for any signs of teasing, even though you knew you wouldn’t find any. 

his answer was short, but it packed so much. “why wouldn’t i be?” there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on his face anymore, and his eyes stayed locked on yours, apart from when they flickered down to your lips for a millisecond. 

“i…” you trailed off, literally at a loss for words as his eyes looked into yours. “i don’t know,” you managed to come up with, eyes glued to his for far too long. 

“sorry,” you said through a laugh, “i don’t know what that was.” you shook your head as you looked back at the bed beneath you. 

you adjusted the way you were sitting, perhaps subconsciously putting a little bit of space between you. well, you had to. 

you couldn’t ruin your friendship because of your silly feelings. it’s part of the reason it’s lasted so long. better to have hidden your feelings and still have him, than speak them aloud and lose him. right? right. 

—

grayson’s eyebrows knitted together as he watched you, noticing the little bit of space you put in between you two as you quickly switched the topic, noticing the way you didn’t look straight up at him for more than 2 seconds, and the way your fingers fiddled with each other. 

he said something wrong, didn’t he? 

in all honestly, he wasn’t listening to a word you said, albeit, you weren’t paying attention to what you were saying either, just letting the words fall of your tongue without even thinking; trying to fill the awkward silence you had put there. 

as he nodded and gave vague responses to you, he replayed all the other moments he had come so close to saying something, something about the way he felt for you, and had felt for god knows how long.  

—

you left his house a few minutes later, pretending to get a text from your friend asking for you urgently. 

in all realness though, you went straight home, lay in bed, and screamed into your pillow. 

‘why did i say that? why can’t i just speak about my feelings? why am i like this?’ were some of the many thoughts that ran through your head like clockwork. 

next time, you promised yourself. next time you would talk about your feelings — or — next time you wouldn’t slip up in the slightest, so that tiny crack that led to said feelings wouldn’t ever show.

you weren’t entirely sure which one of the two you were promising. 

a/n: this was honestly more of a prologue to set the scene, the real stuff comes soon i promise!!

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HOTBOX 2 - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

part one

summary- matt smoked with his best friends for the first time, and after you guys get home his dirty thoughts about you finally come to life

warnings- SMUT !! so don’t read if ur uncomfy, swearing, unprotected sex, slightly subby!matt

bff!matt x fem!reader

a/n: HEHE i had fun writing this so i hope you guys truly enjoy. i will be working on boy next door and a beautiful fall req i just received, but until those are posted my inbox is open for any comments, reqs, or sweet nothings xoxo

dedicated to the lovely @awsturn thank you for requesting!!!

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“oh wow, matt.” nick can’t stifle his laughter as his brother walks through the front door with the rest of you.

he’s got his arm around your shoulder, leaning some of his weight on you as you move in unison. he promised he could walk fine on his own, but you insisted on being there just in case.

not that he minds the physical contact.

“what?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes finally focus.

“nothing you just look…very faded.”

“that’s because he is.” you reply for him.

“hey, so are you guys!” matt argues, and you nod your head absentmindedly as the two of you head past nick to the living room.

“yes, we are. do you want to sit?”

“are you going to?”

you laugh and untangle yourself from his arms once you’re beside the couch. “you don’t have to do everything i do, you know.”

his legs are far less shaky than they were before, but he plops down on the plush cushions regardless. the rest of the group is still chattering in the foyer, and he appreciates the few seconds of alone time he gets with you.

“just wanted to make sure you weren’t leaving.” matt shrugs lazily in response.

“i’m literally spending the night dork.” you remind him, turning to head into the kitchen.

you’re unknowingly giving him the perfect view of your ass as you walk, covered only by those thin little yoga pants, hips swaying back and forth like you’re taunting him on purpose.

he has to force himself to look away, to try and put an end to all of the filthy thoughts churning in his mind. he shouldn’t be thinking them, especially not about one of his best friends.

but matt is too fried to pretend he doesn’t have feelings for you. he always has. it’s just harder to hide how much he wants you when he can barely remember how to breathe.

it’s pretty late, so chris and nathan announce that they’re going to his room to play video games. the pair are already bounding down the hall as you return to the living room, equipped with a bottle of water in one hand.

“where the hell are they off to?” you ask with a grin, passing him the drink.

“going to play fortnite or something.” matt replies, taking the water into his own trembling hands.

he tries to ignore the way his fingers pass over yours, tries not to wonder if you feel the same spark that he does just from a simple touch. luckily, nick enters seconds later which relieves some of the tension.

he watches his brother wrap you in a quick hug. “i have to finish editing, but i’ll see you in the morning.”

“you better be up in time for mcdonald’s breakfast.” you point an accusatory finger at him as he heads to his room laughing.

“yeah, yeah, wake me whenever. goodnight matt, drink that water.”

he hears the door click closed a second later, his eyes trained on you as you move to sit down beside him. your thigh is inches from his, but you’re still too far away for his liking.

“are you sleepy?” you ask him as you settle down against the cushions, finally meeting his gaze once you’re comfortable.

“not really.” he finds himself smiling at you, for no real reason besides the fact that he loves you.

you tilt your head to the side, studying him with a look in your eyes that indicates you’re amused. “okay, how are you then? enjoying it?”

his eyes are low and red, watching your lips as they move. he can’t stop thinking about your fingers gently gripping his thigh earlier, the confident tone in which you speak to him, how you handle yourself.

all of that mixed with the weed is making him incredibly turned on. he shifts a little, dropping the water bottle on the couch so he can use his hands to cover his lap.

“yeah, i’m enjoying it.” matt says quietly, unable to look anywhere besides you.

you furrow your brows a little bit, but your grin doesn’t fade, which makes him feel better.

“alright, what’s going on? i know you’re high and everything, but you’re acting a little too weird.” you accuse him, though your demeanor is light-hearted as you nudge your shoulder against his.

he shakes his head just slightly as if he has no idea what you’re talking about. “what do you mean? i’m totally normal.”

matt finds that his voice is just a little too squeaky and quick to be convincing, and he knows he’s not a very good liar, especially when it comes to you.

“come on, i know that’s not true. you can tell me anything.” you push, moving a little bit so that you can properly face him.

the light coming from the kitchen silhouettes your features beautifully, and he can feel the words crawling up his throat. it’s involuntary, but the truth is coming out either way.

“i already told you earlier.”

“what?”

“i just…want you.” he finally admits breathlessly.

this catches you completely off guard, considering you had pushed your previous conversation in the car to the back of your mind. you figured he was just tripping, only saying flirty things because he was so out of it.

your lips part like you’re going to speak, but nothing happens. matt studies your face for any kind of emotion other than shock, but he can’t read you, which makes him anxious.

“i’m sorry, fuck, i don’t know why i’m saying this shit right now, of all times, but you look so pretty and i just…i needed you to know because—” he stumbles over his words, which morph together in the wrong places.

“matt, matt, it’s okay.”

you put a hand on his thigh again, trying to let him know that everything is fine, and he literally twitches from the pressure of your palm being so close to where he needs you.

“don’t do that.” he hisses, unable to control the way he slightly bucks against your fingers.

but you don’t move, because you feel yourself throb at the sight of him growing hard in his sweatpants. all because you touched him.

“matt…” you tilt your head, trying to get him to look at you.

he exhales a long breath before he finally does, his faded eyes wider now, cheeks flushed and brown hair messy from the wind of the car ride home. he looks beautiful, your beautiful best friend.

but matt is way more. you need him to be more.

“are you sure you want this?” you say faintly, leaning in just enough for him to notice.

“do you want this?”

you nod your head slowly, staring at his pink lips, unable to stop wondering if they’re as soft as they look. so you meet him the rest of the way, your mouth meshing against his gently.

matt almost melts at the feeling, and butterflies erupt through his chest. he can’t believe this is happening. part of him wonders if he fell asleep, and is dreaming it all up.

it’s thrilling, how desperate you both are for more, how his tongue slips against yours so nicely, and he has to contain himself when you bite down on his bottom lip every so often.

you pull away and swing your leg over his lap so you can straddle him. he groans quietly underneath you, because your hips feel so nice on his that he already wants to combust on the spot.

and then you lean down to his ear, moving slowly against his hard dick, so close he can feel your breath tickle his skin.

“i’m gonna take care of that, baby,” you whisper, “but you have to be quiet. can you do that?”

matt nods eagerly and you kiss his neck in response, tugging at the skin lightly. his hands travel to your ass, gripping it tightly to force some more friction.

he feels you grin against his throat, and he has to hold back a moan from the combined sensation of your tongue and hips going to work.

you move up to his jaw, across his cheek, back to his mouth, and this time he smiles against your lips. kissing you is just so sweet, even when it’s sinful, and he’s so high and happy it's impossible not to.

you pepper him with a few more quick pecks before crawling off of his lap, crouching down between his knees. he’s already needy, missing having you on top of him even though you look gorgeous at his feet.

matt reaches out to smooth your hair, holding your head in his hand as his thumb brushes your cheek.

“are you real?” it leaves his mouth before he can think.

you let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to kiss the heel of his palm softly. “i’m real, i promise.”

the intimacy of the moment, just that small gesture, is making his heart slam against his ribcage.

you reach up to hook your fingers underneath the waist of his sweats, tugging them down to indicate he should lift himself. matt does just that, pressing his back against the couch so you can slide the soft material down to his ankles.

your run your hands up his thighs before you go to the band of his boxers, pulling so that his dick springs free. he’s already wet and straining, precum soaking his tip, and he’s a little embarrassed by the way you’re looking at it.

but you’re only staring because it’s bigger than you expected, possibly the biggest you’ve seen in person. you’re entranced as your fingers glide over his tip, spreading his wetness across the rest of the base.

“shit…” matt mutters under his breath, throwing his head back against the couch as he fucks himself into your hand slightly.

you love hearing him all breathless, watching his muscles clench in pleasure as you stroke him. but you can tell he’s already worked up enough, so you start to slow your movements to a stop before pushing yourself to stand.

his head snaps back up, surprised by the switch in pace, and then his eyes get wider. you slip your leggings off, reaching for the hem of your shirt after so you can tug it over your head and discard it with your pants.

he loves seeing you exposed like this, every curve, every gorgeous little detail that makes your body your body.

“my pretty girl.” he praises, completely pussy whipped already, and it makes you a little bit shy as you stand before him.

you just like matt so much, and hearing him compliment you in such a personal setting only confirms how much you need him.

“want you inside me.” you murmur, straddling his waist again, sliding your wet panties against his shaft lightly as you get situated.

“please, oh my god—” he’s choking on his own words as you push your panties to the side, lining him up with your entrance.

you sink down on him without warning, feeling that delicious and familiar pressure in your stomach as he fills you up. matt’s hands find their way to your ass again, in a state of complete euphoria from having you wrapped around him.

you both groan, and you lean in so you can attach your mouth to his, swallowing the sounds of your shared pleasure. he helps guide you up and down, slowly at first, admiring the way you squeeze his dick every time he’s fully inside.

“fuck, you feel so good matt.” you whine against his lips as quietly as possible, picking up the pace and moving your hips at a quicker speed, hands on the frame of the sofa to help you bounce.

“promise you feel better.” he manages to respond before having to bite down on his bottom lip hard to contain a moan.

you’re riding him so well, skin slapping skin together ever so slightly. matt uses one hand to tug your bra down so he can slide his tongue over one of your nipples. you arch into his wet mouth, enjoying the way he softly sucks on each of them, swapping every so often.

he loves having your tits in his face so much, and he knows he won’t be able to hang on much longer with the way you’re moving.

“m’close, oh fuck—” his eyes roll back as you rock against him as fast as possible, rotating your hips so he hits a different spot every time.

“that’s it baby, keep fucking me, let it all go.” you command, relishing in the wave that’s taking over you as well.

matt slams you down on him a couple more times before he feels his fingers lose their grip, shuddering as he finishes inside you, breathless and sweaty.

your own muscles tense and you dive into it, releasing all over his cock as you slow your pace due to the overstimulation. you’re also panting as you slide off of him, rolling over his leg so you can sit beside him for a minute.

“that was…wow.” matt sighs happily as the both of you readjust your underwear.

“agreed.” you turn your head to smile at him, leaning in for one more little kiss.

it’s short, but it’s still just as passionate as the ones that came before. you could do it all day, his lips are just that soft.

“we should probably get cleaned up. do you wanna spend the night in my room?” his voice is still hushed once you pull away, and there’s a certain weight behind his words.

“i kinda want to sleep in your room every night.” you reply honestly, and his face lights up again at the confession, because he feels the exact same.

“i think i would kinda like that a lot.”

[christronomy]

the angel's wings flutter slightly as shivers go down his spine, and he let's out a shaky breath. "we shouldn't be doing this..." is what he was about to say, but his breath hitches in his throat when you lean in to kiss his neck, the light pressure of your soft lips against his skin making him bite his lip and lean his head back subconsciously, providing some more room for you to kiss. his skin wasn't like a human's, in the sense that it was extremely clear, almost textureless, like porcelain, and soft like silk. it was also extremely warm and radiant, like he had been doused in a pool of light.

you'd always wondered what it would be like to touch him like this for as long as you can remember, and even now that you're finally doing it, it feels completely unreal. it doesn't feel wrong in this moment, but it also doesn't feel like it should even be possible to begin with. how someone like you, ended up with your hands on an angel—a holy entity, of all things... the odds really were in your favor. if this was a dream, you really didn't want to wake up.

he wasn't even trying to stop you as your hands trailed over his clothed body aimlessly, feeling the firmness in the muscles on his arms, on his abdomen, his thighs... even through the thick fabric of his tunic, you could tell his body was very well toned, and it made you ache for him even more.

you let your hands roave his body, pressing soft kisses against his collarbone until you reached his lips, perfectly plump and soft, like a cloud. like he was made of pieces of heaven. his tongue was already prodding at yours, wanting to taste you, and the more you touched and kissed him, the more he wanted. it was extremely dangerous for a being like him to do something like this, but it's you, and he's already so deeply in love... so maybe it's okay just this once, right?

he's so caught up his thoughts that he suddenly flinches, almost pulling away from you completely when he feels your hands trail up his back and touch the base of his wings.

hyunjin's wings are extremely sensitive to human touch, and you'd completely forgotten how much of a huge pet peeve it is for him when people attempted to touch them without his permission. you learned this in one of your earliest encounters, when he snuck into your room in the middle of the night again, the sound of the window opening startling you awake. it was the first night you realized his visits would become more frequent.

"jinnie?" you whine groggily, to which he lets out a soft chuckle as he sits on the edge of your bed, folding his large wings behind his back. your room always seemed a little brighter when he was in it, it's like he has a natural glow to his pretty pale skin. "hey you," he says softly, pinching your cheek affectionately when you scoot up to sit next to him.

"what brings you here at this time?" you ask, and he shrugs, smiling at you, his feathers fluttering a little as he does so. "it's just been a while," he says simply, leaning his head on your shoulder and unfolding one of his wings, wrapping it around you. it was a habit he'd picked up not too long after he met you, which was surprising to him, considering the fact that he never really liked physical touch all too much. being an angel who's job was to interact with humans eventually made you hate being touched, since for some reason humans always got handsy during encounters.

"it has..." you say, yawning a little as you lean into him, absentmindedly moving your hand up to play with his hair. the way it looks like it's made of pure gold has always intrigued you, and he secretly liked it when you ran your fingers through it for the first time, although it kind of annoyed him at first, since you did it without asking. but he understood that it was because you were curious. he'll only allow it if it's you, and you know that now, because he didn't pull away or jolt at your touch this time around.

but his wings were a different story. you'd noticed a stray feather that was clinging onto the wing he had draped over your shoulders, and didn't think about it before you reached out to brush it off, a soft gasp escaping your lips when he suddenly yanked it away from you, grumbling a harsh "don't...!"

you'd apologized and he was okay with it, but he was hesitant to even unfold his wings around you after that night. he recalled how scared you looked at first to even touch him after the way he'd chastised you so harshly for doing so, and he felt horrible for it, but now that this newfound desire between the two of you was rising a little more with every passing moment, the way you were kissing him made him feel things in his body he'd never felt before, and that meant that touching his wings made that feeling ten times harder to manage.

but now, he realized this time he didn't almost pull away because the sensation bothered him, it was because these new things he was feeling made them so sensitive to the touch, he almost let out a soft moan when your hand caressed his feathers. you opted for keeping your hand on the small of his back for now, your other hand trailing down to feel his thighs, tentatively inching upwards, and you let out a soft, shaky breath when you feel the bulge under the thick frabric of his tunic.

the way hyunjin is looking at you now is so full of danger. you're not even sure if this is right or wrong. your mind is too clouded from this intense desire you're experiencing to even think straight, but he hasn't stopped you, and you're too far into this to even want turn back now, but by the way he's looking at you, you can tell that he doesn't want you to either. it's almost as if he can feel the divine essence draining away from his body, being consumed by lust, dimming the light in his eyes but he can't resist you.

before he can even process what's really happening, he's got you pinned to your bed, one hand pressing against your lower abdomen, the other gripping your thigh tightly as his tongue teases you relentlessly, skillfully. it's as though he's done this before, like he already knows your body to a T. your moans are like music to his ears, and he knows what real music sounds like. he's an angel, for fucks sake—he knows what a real choir of angels singing sounds like, and it's nothing like anything in this world. but even then, your moans, the way his name drips off of your lips, sweet as honey, sounds so much better. the way you're tugging at his golden locks, pulling him impossibly closer is so much better than he could have imagined.

now he's inside of you, after having made you come on his tongue twice, and you're so sensitive you can't help the way your walls tremble and clench around him when he finally bottoms out. you feel divine. he's not sure if he'll ever be able to recover from this, although he knows he's too far gone now. his creator is surely not going to be happy when he confesses, although a certain part of him wonders if he'll have at least a little bit of mercy. love is a dangerous thing when there's too much of it, but love is also what makes up the very essense of him. surely the Creator should understand that, right?

you on the other hand, still can't believe this is even real, it's like you're living a dream within a dream. you can't help the way your hands instinctively move to touch the base of his wings when he gives you that first thrust, his cock kissing that gummy spot inside of you immediately. the sensation of your hands caressing the most sensitive part of him paired with your warmth gripping him so tightly have his head swimming in pleasure, and he can't help the sharp hiss that escapes him. he has to come inside you, claim you as his own, even if it costs him his entire existence.

"hey, jinnie... i'm curious. is being in heaven better than being here, on earth?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper as you cuddle closer to him, nuzzling your cheek against his bare chest. he nods, even though you can't really see his face. "i guess i can say it is better, in a way, because we're limitless up there. there's no pain or sickness... but if i had to choose, i'd say that this, being here with you..." he starts, staring up at the ceiling as he trails off, his fingers playing with your hair absentmindedly. some part of him is begging his god, his creator for mercy, forgiveness, and the other part of him could really give less of a fuck. you're the love of his life, but also the very thing that is going to make him lose everything, and probably end up turning him into something ugly. a monster... a demon. the very thing he'd feared his entire life. but he knows now that even if the whole world is against him, even if a god rejects him, you will still love him, regardless of what he becomes.

"this feels so much better. a thousand times better. everything is better with you, my muse."

[hazbinstohell]

Maroon

Songfic Idea from the Song Maroon by Taylor Swift...(Because it just fit my aesthetic way too much) If you haven't heard it, find it on Youtube! (Also, this is purely self-indulgent, if you enjoy great! If not, don't like it XD My other fanfic will be updated soon, and it will move over to AO3! Hope to see you there!)

Summary - It wasn't supposed to be this way...but here we are, and the color made her want more.

It had begun innocently enough. A song to listen to. Talking about the hotel, or maybe even talking about the redemption of other sinners.

What led from innocent talks to hour-long debates, Charlie remembers at some point listening to the stories of his "old days" with a mixture of fear and awe. He was pretty entertaining on his own. She enjoyed the old vinyl records of songs that he would play over the radio and would take care of them like they were her own, cleaning and dusting the things that he didn't even let Nifty touch, and he loved to show her more of the jazzy tunes that he had.

One day, Charlie's fights were unbearable with Vaggie, so she took a whole bottle of Rosé up at first to drink away the sorrows in her own room, that was until she ended up in his bedroom...and somehow sitting on the edge of the couch in his room, somehow her feet had ended up in his lap as he tapped her shin absentmindedly as a jazzy tune played, and he'd talk about another silly thing or a murder from his days alive, which she would try to tear apart the wrongs of it and he'd just call her sweet.

Charlie took a moment to realize that they had somehow ended up on the floor and giggled as she wondered how they got there in the first place. Alastor waved the bottle as she laughed out loud, "It was the cheapest one I could find..."

Alastor gently filled her glass, "Well dear, I do think he isn't buying the majority of the liquor around here anyways..." It was the first of many more nights. It took her mind off responsibilities and allowed her to be close to one of the people she felt the farthest from. Another night, he had swept her right up into a dance, her giggling at the fact her shoes had fallen off at some point, and their drinks had been spilled, her white shirt having a stain from the wine that he had spilled in their shenanigans.

Charlie had hummed soft laughter as she tried to dab it with a cloth. It was right near her collar, staining it and her neck, "Shit, Al. This isn't going to come out..."

Alastor touched her collar, the sharp finger gently coming to unbutton a part of the shirt, where more of the wine had spilled. Charlie doesn't realize at that moment that the wine on her shirt has changed things, as Alastor watches her face a moment before leaning in to lick at her neck. Her skin flushes everywhere, and Alastor almost seems like he enjoys it as her skin becomes redder as his lips trail up to her own...

Days become weeks of this. Nights of music listening and talking and dancing become nights of lips and tongues and touches. She spends whole maroon nights in his room to leave early morning, marks being left on her neck and collarbone having to be hidden the best it can during the day. She cannot see him around the hotel, or her skin flushes the same color it does every night. Vaggie realizes that Charlie is no longer into their relationship, and they decide that maybe it's time to end it on a good note...instead of a hazy mess of sobbing and just nothing but anger.

At least, Vaggie thinks so. Charlie feels horrible lying to her, but, she had lied to her for THREE YEARS about who she really was. Alastor had agreed when she mentioned it, but she was already sitting on the edge of the bed, as his fingers were leaving trails on her thighs, maroon blood from the marks he left on her flesh. She'd realize that any memory of her was second to the legacy of him over her. Besides, her favorite color may have always been the same color of her blood and his coat.

[merbear25]

Hey! ☺️ I hope everything is going well with you 🩷

Maybe day 26 with Shunsui Kyoraku?

Let it be a woman, and maybe mention a "safe word" and something with pegging/anal play?

Thank you! Have a wonderful day 🩷🎉

Heyy! This was quite fun to write and was a bit out of what I'm used to, so I hope you like it 💜🧡

Whips, chains, and blindfolds: you’d been waiting for the day to push further into the world known for leather bondage and dominating roles. The more you and Shunsui spend behind closed doors, the more vivid your wildest fantasies become.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, established relationship, dominatrix (w/ safe word, traffic light system for BDSM), pegging, anal play (anal beads, fingering)

Let me take the reigns (Shunsui)

The dim light washed the room. Shadows played at each curve of yours being hugged by the latex dress. The dull reflections of the light only added to your beauty as you stepped towards him. He leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs in preparation for your commanding touch.

His chest rose and fell as you climbed onto the bed. You crawling up to him like a lioness about to devour her prey had his heart pounding. Such soft features having a darkness to them was a sight to behold. Your beauty knew no bounds and the effect you had on him was like no one else had managed; that grip dragged him deeper into the bottomless pits of twisted desires.

As much of a lady chaser he was, his heart wasn’t immune to belonging to someone, and that look in your eyes held it prisoner. The holding cell you kept it in was one he’d never dream of escaping. Under that wild glint in your eyes when behind closed doors made each visitation one to remember.

Your hands trailed up this inner thighs. Those perfectly manicured nails scraped at his skin lightly, their dark colors setting a lip biting contrast against his skin tone.

The view down your dress caused a faint smile to tug at his lips. Your soft breasts being presented in a deceivingly delicate manner made him absentmindedly lick his lips. That gentle sway of your hips, the light glistening off of the skimpy outfit, the crescent shapes you left behind the more you scaled up his body: what a devilish charm you had, one which bewitched him beyond measure.

“Oh, darling, you’re really something, aren’t you?” His eyes were hooded and his voice was gravelly.

Your fingers ran over the bulge between his legs. The touch you offered started off gentle but grew rougher, more urgent the harder he got.

“Take this off.” Your command was cool, its icy delivery prickling as his bare flesh. Hurriedly, he did as he was told. Because of how well you’d trained him, anything you deemed as misbehavior would end in consequences which would leave him blue balled.

The tips of your polished nails lightly caged around his balls, his breath hitching in his throat, that subtle quake of his lower body: you couldn’t help but relish the sight of him unraveling this quickly. Every part of you yearned to bring him to the brink of insanity just to tease the idea of release.

“Have you been good?” You hummed.

His brow furrowed as your index finger drew lines up and down his cock. The nod he gave was timid due to the shaky breaths escaping from him. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The fog thickened in his mind the more you teased him.

“And such a good boy deserves some type of reward, would you agree?” Your smile held a mischievous hue to it, while he breathlessly agreed. “Then just keep being good and I’ll give you everything you want.”

Your hands caressed his ass, spreading it to give yourself enough space to taunt him with your thumb. Easing the tip of it in and out was making his length twitch for you. He truly was behaving well, well enough for you to give him a little more.

You reached over to grab the anal beads. His eyes fluttered open just in time to witness you deepthroating them. Your tongue swirled around the freshly washed orbs, coating them in your saliva—a natural lubricant. With them popping out one by one from your luscious lips, a trail of spit followed each one to the next. Placing it at his entrance, your moans intertwined with his as you pushed the first bead in.

The spit coating the string of beads, seeped around his hole. You leaned down to spit more of your hot saliva onto him to allow for easier entry.

“You’re so needy today.” Those words swirled around him, pulling him deeper into madness. With each orb being pushed into him, he gasped softly and gripped at the sheets. His cock twitched as the precum glistened at the head.

“You look good enough to eat.” A low growl passed your lips as your eyes devoured the sight of him. Such a large man, one with a rugged yet soft complexion, and you had him whimpering under your touch.

His huffs turned into labored pants. The flush on his cheeks deepend and his bottom lip quivered. “D-darling, you’re really testing my limits here…” he breathed.

“Oh? Do you want to use that special word?” You knew that he had more to give you, but you couldn’t resist hanging it over his head.

“No, no… I can handle it.” A deep groan rumbled in his throat as you pushed another bead in. The precum began trickling down the head, as if knowing it fell under your watchful gaze. You wanted to lick it up so badly but held back for the time being. You wanted to hear him beg for it.

Slowly, you pulled each one out of him. As they popped out, they sent waves of euphoria through him. His legs trembled and his moans were soft; he was right where you wanted him.

Your fingers caressed his aching hole, soothing it for a moment before giving into your own need to stretch him out, to feel him around you. You gave a few tender pumps into him, which was just enough to whet your appetite.

“More…,” he whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

“Hmm, I guess you’ve earned it.” A sensuous promise hung in the air, while you went to pull out the main event. 

His eyes glazed over from the glimpse of its black rubber. The lazy gaze he held on you stayed with every one of your movements: you unzipping your dress, exposing the lacy lingerie and thigh high stockings. “You’re gorgeous.” A weak yet genuine smile appeared on his flushed complexion.

“You’re such a sweet talker.” You winked.

The leather straps hugged at your curves, giving you even more of a voluptuous silhouette. Your hands pinned his thighs back. You spat down at his needy hole to lather it in even more of your intoxicating scent.

As you pushed in, he tossed his head back. The slight arch in his back bucked you deeper. He white knuckled the sheets the more your pace increased. His gasps and moans became shrill as you forced him to his limit.

“I-I can’t!” He cried out. “Pineapple, pineapple!” He issued his yellow card—a warning that he needed you to proceed more tenderly.

You slowed your pace, not daring to cross this boundary. Your hands roamed over his stomach and hips, massaging his spasming form in hopes of bringing him some soothing agent. 

“Shh, I’ve got you,” you cooed at him affectionately, while slowing your pace tremendously.

There were moments that he frustrated himself with his body's lack of compliance. His heart and soul were owned by you and yearned for you to take him, however roughly you craved him that day, but his physical body couldn’t keep up with you.

But those hands of yours. When they washed over him, he could feel himself slipping, and as you spoke to him - your voice like velvet - it made him desire you in ways beyond his understanding.

He nodded at you and gave you permission to continue. You proceeded, carefully working yourself back up to the pace you’d originally set. This time his body was fully adjusted. His desperate moans and pleas for you were causing your movements to grow more frantic. The slapping of your leather strapped hips against his skin flooded the room.

The tip darkened from the blood rushing to it. You couldn’t keep yourself from tasting him and ran your finger over the head. He gave a shaky exhale and groaned for you as the sticky substance that’d been lathering the tip coated part of your tongue. Your hand then wrapped around his length, pulling and tightening around it.

The edge was within reach. A promise into blissful oblivion swirled around him. Its whispers coaxing him to let go for you swarmed his mind, pushing out any other thoughts. His stomach heaved, and with a sudden thrust upward, he splashed your hand and himself with seemingly endless streams of cum.

You made sure to continue pumping into him to help him ride out that long sought after climax. Your thrusts lessened, eventually stopping all together. He was a complete and utter mess—barely able to catch his breath.

“Such a mess you’ve made.”

His voice was ragged, “I couldn’t help it. You make it damn near impossible to hold back.”

Your hand gently washed over his hips again, savoring how he shuddered from your touch before pulling out of him. Seeing him completely destroyed with the pleasure you gave him was fulfilling in more ways than one. 

As he laid there, you went to his side. Trailing kisses up his arm, you relished that subtle appreciation he gave to your affection. He wrapped you in his arms—one of the best ways for you to end a heart pounding session.

[daisyvisions]

A Promise Is A Promise… - (k.yh)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), enemies-to-lovers (ish?), fondling with tits, nipple play, tit sucking, thigh riding, pet name (sweetheart), act is consented

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word count: 1.4K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: Here you go, this is me entering my Younghoon era 🙃 Also, this fic is heavily focused on the mention of breasts but size in particular is not mentioned (I hope? I'm sorry if it does!). This was supposed to be a blurb but I got carried away so enjoy haha 😭

“Show me your tits…”

“I'm sorry, what?”

You looked at him in disbelief. Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised all the way to your hairline. Did he just say that?

“I said, show me your tits.” He reiterated.

“And why the fuck would I show you my tits?! Are you insane?!”

Younghoon just smirked at how you were reacting to his demand. “That's because you owe me one, remember?”

“No, I don't.” You scoffed. The nerve of this guy.

Amused by your demeanor, Younghoon takes calculated steps towards you and mirrors your current pose. He places his hand on your shoulder and bends down to your eye level.

“Really? Let me refresh your memory then, sweetheart. Didn't you say you'd do anything I wanted after I got you out of that mess last Tuesday? Where you almost could've gotten suspended if only I didn't show up and save your ass?”

Fuck…he's right.

Your flaring cheeks go unnoticed by Younghoon, who's completely reveling in the moment. To have you completely bend to his will. If only he could record this moment and watch it over and over again.

“But-but I-” you stammer, your heart slowly pounding knowing there's no way out of this.

“Oh yes, remember now? So… shirt off!” His smile widening from ear to ear.

“Can't I just give you a kiss on the cheek or buy you something? Please anything but…that.” You couldn't look at him in the eye at this point. Had it been some other guy, you would've instantly flashed your tits at them.

But Younghoon? You would rather die.

“No can do. I wanna see your tits…. now.” He demanded.

“FINE! “You throw your arms up as you turn around and stomp to sit on his bed. You immediately tug on the hem of your shirt and lift the article of clothing off your body, leaving you with your favorite colored lace bra.

“There… happy? Like what you see?” You ask with a snarky tone, but you feel your confidence slowly deteriorating as he says nothing and just looks at you in the eye.

Younghoon briefly chuckles to himself for a moment and sits down, manspreading on the armchair across from the bed.

There's an awkward air between you two. The way he's looking at you is making you feel nervous and… tingly? Before you could even ask what's next, he speaks.

“Come here.” He utters as you absentmindedly follow his command.

You stand between his legs as he looks up at you with a look you can't really understand.

“Remove the bra.”

“W-what?”

“I said… remove. the. bra.” His tone becoming more stern.

“Younghoo-”

“You promised, remember? Or do you want me to do it for you?” He smirks.

Without realizing it, you nod at his question, only snapping back into reality as you feel his warm hands pulling your waist closer to him to reach the hook of your bra behind you.

You both watch the straps loosen around your shoulders as the whole bra slowly peels off from your body until your chest is completely bare to him. Your breasts falling naturally to their position after being constrained.

His face is mere inches away from your soft skin. Your cheeks start flaring up even more than they were earlier as he continues to stare at the sight in front of him.

“Fffuuccckkkkk…” He drags out every letter of the word, staring at your tits like they were the eighth wonder of the world.

You feel your hands getting clammy, knots slowly forming at the pit of your stomach. You've never seen him stare like this before.

Sure, death stares from across the room and side glances were common between the two of you. But this? This was something entirely new.

“Okaayyy I think we're done her-” You suddenly squeal as Younghoon grabs your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap, making you land on his thigh.

“Ah ah ah.” He waves his index finger in front of you. “We're not done here, sweetheart.” His hands slowly moving up towards under your breasts, you feel the rough pads of his fingers deliciously graze your skin.

Before continuing, he looks up at you for reassurance to what he's hinting at and you nod in response. Younghoon may be an asshole, but he needs to make sure you're okay with this too.

His hands move to slowly grasp the flesh of your tits, letting out a sigh of content before he starts fondling with them.

At first, he gives your tits a light squeeze, seeing his fingers make an indent to your skin. The slow movements making your spine shiver and your core grow warm. He continues to knead your breasts until his thumbs fiddle with your hardened nipples.

You bite your lip, refraining from letting out a soft whimper nesting in your throat. But Younghoon sees right through you and continues to flick your nipples with his thumbs faster.

“You're so pretty…” he mutters under his breath, watching his hands groping and kneading at your chest.

The movements of his hand start to get to you as you feel your core dampening with your slick. You try not to think about it too much, but Younghoon is ten steps ahead of you. He feels the warmth blooming down at your cunt against his thigh.

He bounces his leg once to cause friction to your core, watching you try to keep it together miserably.

“Shit I can't take it anymore.” He suddenly says before diving his mouth straight to your nipple, licking your sensitive bud like an animal. His other hand rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

Very faint whimpers of pleasure start to spill out of your mouth the more he keeps on giving attention to your breasts like this. Sucking and licking your nipples like his life depended on it.

You hear the rumble of his groans vibrating against your skin, the front of your panties becoming even more wet than it was earlier on.

Younghoon is living his best life right now. Sucking the tits of the girl that drives him insane (in more ways than one). His cock practically throbbing and aching to be set free, but he pushes his own pleasure aside for now to focus on his current actions.

A litter of red marks appear across your chest as he sucks hickies on your sensitive skin, marking you for the next person to see and well…. as a reminder for you when you look at yourself in the mirror.

A reminder of this moment with him.

All the sensations coursing through your body were making your head get foggy to the point you didn't even realize you were already rolling your hips, grinding your core against Younghoon's thigh.

“That's it, sweetheart, use me. Get off on me.” he mumbles against your skin. You listen to him instinctively, increasing the pace of your hips.

You start to feel a knot tightening in your abdomen, continuing to roll your hips as you chase that sweet release.

“Y-younghoo- I'm gonna cum…” you whine. You feel his hands grip your hips and drag them against his thigh as he helps you get closer to your high.

“Cum for me… I wanna see your pretty face when you do- shit” he looks up at you, keeping his gaze on your face.

Your mouth starts forming an “o” and suddenly the knot inside your abdomen snaps, making you clench your thighs against Younghoon's thigh. Your head falls instantly against his shoulder as you let out a string of moans.

You stay in that position, trying to catch your breath as Younghoon rubs his hands on your back, soothing you from your high.

As you lift your head off from his shoulders, your eyes meet his. You both look at each other for a moment until you start to feel nervous again from his gaze.

“So… we good?” you awkwardly ask.

He smirks as he lets out a chuckle before tucking the loose strand of hair behind your ear and moves to hold your chin up with his fingers,

“Just perfect.”

[cyberrose2001]

I got this headcanon or fanfic idea I wanted to see again, of optimus prime with a chubby reader who is always very shy or timid trying to avoid getting op's attention after the leader himself decided to be their guardian, they would do that by just acting like some bg character ,their own business in their own spot,but always liking to look at Optimus, admiring him, having this nice feeling.

Optimus always questioned and wondered why after they came ,why they where the one to be less interacting, always on thr corner wacthing everything while playing with their fingers, and with now him being their guardian, he could have a better chance to talk to them and know more of them

I always find chubby reader stuff so cute ^^, it can be any gender , I got a little carried away with my mind

TFP Optimus x chubby!GN!reader

"I perceive that you are going through some inner conflict." Optimus continues to speak softly, "If it is any consolation to you, you are free of judgement whilst you are with me."

(I'm running out of gifs to use oop-)

This one was such a pleasure to write due to my own experience, I am always willing to write chubby readers and the fluff that ensues <3

Warnings: SFW, fluff, chubby reader.

Word count: 1071

You've been the quiet type for as long as you can remember, opting to observe everyone and everything around you. You had always told yourself it was by choice that your feelings towards yourself had no influence on your interactions with others and that you were only shy. But ultimately, you've always felt self-conscious about what others think, often comparing yourself to the more extroverted individuals and their confidence in striking up conversations with strangers. You wish you had that confidence, but no matter how hard you try, you get tongue-tied and retreat to a safe space, usually away from prying eyes.

But sometimes, the prying eyes find you again, particularly one gorgeous pair of blue optics that belong to your guardian. Of course, you try your best to hide from him due to his large stature and commanding yet gentle voice. Still, over time you found yourself catching glances with Optimus more often, and when you did, he always gave you a soft smile.

Optimus Prime was a very observant bot by nature; it came with his job being both the leader of the Autobots and an expert ex-archivist. He had only been your guardian for a few months. Still, he has picked up on the differences between the personalities of the other humans and you. Optimus is familiar with the others, being loud and at least somewhat interactive. Still, he had never met a quiet and timid human like you. It made him wonder why you acted so that you would retreat to the room's corners and avoid all contact with everyone.

Well, all verbal contact, at least. Optimus had noticed your increasing stares directed at him. He decided to pull you aside to try and talk to you, hidden away in his berthroom. Hence, the conversation is private but also in hopes of making you feel more comfortable. He still noticed you fidgeting with your fingers and absentmindedly picking at the corners of your fingernails. Optimus knew this was a self-soothing tactic and a clear indicator that you were anxious about talking with him. So, Optimus reached his servos down to ever pry your hands away so gently from each other to prevent more scratches that tattered your delicate skin.

"I must ask," Optimus runs a digit across your wrist. He can feel the goosebumps along with your hair standing on end. Optimus needs to speak quietly to be as un-intimidating to you as possible, "Why must you avoid speaking to me?"

It was a simple question to most, but you struggle to find the words yet again, and you can feel the familiar knot in the back of your throat. Optimus senses your inability to speak and gently squeezes your wrist to bring you back to the present moment.

"I perceive that you are going through some inner conflict." Optimus continues to speak softly, "If it is any consolation to you, you are free of judgement whilst you are with me."

Optimus is surprised to find a quiet voice piercing through the cold air of his room. Your voice is so soft-spoken that Optimus had to strain his audio receptors to hear what you were saying.

"I'm sorry, Optimus." You breathe out, unsure what to say next or how to relay your emotions. You are not used to laying your feelings bare for anyone to see, "I just worry about how people see me."

Optimus gives you a gentle nod in encouragement and understanding; this was about your self-esteem regarding your body. He understood that humans have a specific preference for body types. It not only confused him, but he found it rather foolish that, for their very short lifespan, they chose to spend it tearing other people down. But, of course, Cybertronians are quite the opposite. For the most part, his kind has moved past such trivial matters. But what does Optimus expect from a species so young with so much to learn?

"Has someone made you feel this way?" Optimus encourages you to open up to him further. Of course, someone had to or Optimus would not think you would feel this way. He believes you are beautiful and endearing despite your lack of attention towards him.

You trace the seams of his servos with your fingers to distract yourself more. Optimus' lingering servo still wrapped around your wrist, and if you were honest, it was causing your heart to race. You pray that Optimus hasn't noticed, "Many people have. They say that nobody can love someone like me."

"And that is the reason why you avoid us? For fear of judgement, is that correct?" Optimus listens intently.

"Yep..." You pull your knees as much as you can up to your chest and hug them, "I also feel like I have nothing to offer. Jack, Miko and Raf all have unique talents, and I can't even talk to someone without becoming a nervous wreck."

Optimus pauses for a moment, his glowing optics flickering over your form. He feels thrilled because this is the most extended conversation ever with you, and he appreciates that you feel comfortable enough to confide in him. However, he doesn't let his excitement show and continues using a soft voice.

"Y/n," He gently whispers your name. Then, he squeezes your hands softly, "Do you know why I have chosen you to be my charge?"

You shake your head, enjoying the pressure of his servos on your wrists, "No, not really."

"It is due to how much you remind me of myself before I was a Prime and an archivist." Optimus lets a servo trail up your arm to rest on your shoulder, "I was exactly like you, and I have reason to believe that you will accomplish extraordinary things one day. So do not allow other people to drag you down."

"And, to the people who believe you are unworthy of love because of your outward appearance." Optimus brings a digit to your plump cheek, "They could never be more wrong."

Optimus Prime's words of love and appreciation made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch. You felt a smile creep onto your lips for the first time in a long time. For now, you knew that as long as you had Optimus as a guardian, you were safe. You could feel secure knowing no one would ever hurt or treat you poorly again.

[ggomos-maribat]

5 | on the sixteenth of April

Part 5 of Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Dead | Masterlist

"Babsie."

No reply.

"Babs, did you look into it?"

Barbara's chin dropped to her fist as she scrolled through all the posts. She already had half the mind to mute out Tim but decided against it. Heaving out a big sigh, she replied, "No, I haven't. These posts were all made with fake accounts and I can't trace them. At all."

"All of the posts?"

"Well, no, just the ones that started out on the day the rumors blew up. The other accounts and stories are real—I double checked—but a handful were from glitchy accounts."

If she were to be honest, after hearing all about the case from Tim, Barbara expected them to solve it in a day or two. But this perspective of it was just as baffling, and she knew Tim himself couldn't find anything more than she could.

"It could be connected to her death . . . assuming those posts came from one person, then they must have something to do with Marinette's death, right?"

"Maybe," Barbara hummed absentmindedly. "Look, Tim, I've got loads of other work to do. I'll give it more time later; I'll tell you if I find something."

"Sure, thanks Babs. Jason says thanks too."

Barbara stared at her phone after the call, before it rang again.

***

Here lies Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a loving daughter, friend, our everyday Ladybug.

The headstone contained those simple words. Painted at the bottom was a branch of plum blossom, a symbol found in most of her creations. She was only one person among the many in the cemetery, but her death felt more real when it was marked on that rock. Tim bent down to place a single flower in front of it.

He glanced at Jason, wondering if he felt discomfort being in a place he had once crawled out of.

"At least she's resting," said Jason, gaze lowered. Tim nodded in agreement.

After just talking to Kagami Tsurugi and Luka Couffaine, Tim finally understood what Adrien meant by 'protective'. Both were stubbornly tight-lipped—Tsurugi being cold and stoic, while Luka being good at diverting to another topic. Suffice to say they didn't gain any useful information. Chloe's lead seemed to be on a roadblock for the meantime too.

Tim stared at the words. What had she been thinking in her last moments? Was her spirit craving for vengeance? What should they do?

"Did you know they symbolize perseverance?" Jason said out of the blue.

"What?"

"Plum blossoms. Also 'patience' and 'good health'," he replied, "That sounds like her."

Tim sighed. Yeah we could use that patience right now. "What if we're not meant to find out the truth?"

"But no matter how you look at it, it's a fishy case. Whoever covered this up, they deserve to be exposed."

Before Tim could think of a reply, they heard another set of footsteps was heading towards them. They came face-to-face with a tall young woman, with straight jet black hair cropped close to her neck and a long skirt that tickled the ground, along with thick boots. She, too, brought along flowers which she would offer to Marinette. They way she stood—stiff and straight, just with the right level of grace—reminded Tim of a professional dancer.

"Hello," the woman greeted quietly, "Who are you two?"

"Private consultants." Jason smoothly played the 'fake detective' card again. "We're here for an anonymous request for the reinvestigation of Marinette Dupain-Cheng's death."

The woman's eyes widened slightly. "I see," she murmured, gliding past them to lay down her own flowers.

Seeing her up close, the resemblance struck Tim immediately—though having a different style, this woman must be Juleka Couffaine, twin sister to the man they had just talked to earlier that day. He remembered that she worked as a professional model in Los Angeles.

"She was my classmate," Juleka said softly, "This is the only time I can visit home so I decided to stop by. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Tim and Jason shared a look. The former replied, "Did you notice anything strange before her death?"

She thought for a moment, and then shook her head slowly. "Sorry, I can't think of anything." She shifted from one foot to another. "By any chance . . . have you talked with Luka Couffaine? He and Marinette were close."

"We have but . . ."

She gave a wry smile. "Let me guess. Talking with him is like going around in circles?"

Tim nodded. "He's very fond of Marinette, but he was . . . hesitant about sharing."

Though 'hesitant' wasn't exactly the right word for it. More like 'closed off'?

"Luka is my brother actually. When Marinette died, he stopped playing music and hid everything she made for him," Juleka recounted grimly. "I tried to stop him, but he refused to talk to me at that time."

Tim didn't imagine Luka to be like that—in fact, he even talked about Juleka when their band got brought up. But then again, maybe his coldness had been because of another reason . . . Could Juleka have sided with Lila at one point?

She sighed. "To be honest, I think Luka changed because of it. He tries to hide it, and he's good at that, but he never vents it out to anyone."

"That's uh, a normal grief response."

"Come to think of it, there's one thing from Marinette that Luka kept," said Juleka. "He didn't bring it along with him though when he started going on his tours. It's in our room. Maybe it'll help with your investigation."

Tim pursed his lips. "I'm sorry miss . . . er . . ."

"Juleka. Juleka Couffaine."

"Right. Miss Couffaine, do you think it's a good idea to just hand us something that's your brother's?" 

"I'm not giving it to you; I'm just letting you take a look. Before he left, Luka told me to 'take care of it' as if I wasn't also leaving." She crossed her arms. "So I don't think the secrecy of it matters to him. It's just that I can't make sense of it, and why it's the one thing Luka chose to keep."

"What do you mean?" asked Jason.

"I'll show you. Our houseboat's nearby."

Tim should've known better than to spontaneously agree to follow a stranger just for a potential clue, but he was getting curiouser by the minute. If Marinette left Luka something that points to her death, it could be important to shed light on all the mystery. Jason also looked convinced about it.

The Couffaine houseboat stuck out loudly in the street. The carefree design of its exterior strangely matched Juleka's reserved nature. She had them wait outside as she slipped into the abode to retrieve the so-called clue.

"Couffaine didn't tell us anything about that," Jason piped up.

"Luka Couffaine didn't tell us anything."  Tim rolled his eyes. "We'll just have to take this chance and hope it gets us somewhere."

Juleka soon came back—

"A pouch?" Jason stared at the little crocheted piece in her hands. It was made of blue and purple threads, with a darker color forming a sort of pattern on it.

"She loved making handcrafted things." She carefully handed it to them. "It's not the pouch itself that's important. It's what's inside."

There's something inside this? It feels so light. Slowly, Tim pulled at the top of the pouch to let it open. Inside was a small pink piece of paper, bearing a doodle that looked like a box with a curled letter 'M' on it.

A memory flashed in his mind. Adrien's office. That strange box!

"Does it make sense to you?" Juleka's eyebrows knit together.

"I don't think so," Jason lied, putting it all back together and returning it to her. "Is it something Marinette owned?"

The woman bit her lip. "I think it was, but I don't remember it very well. It could be in her room, if you could visit the Dupain-Chengs' bakery."

But it's not in her room. It's with Adrien . . but why?

"We still appreciate your help," Tim consoled, "We'll look into it more, don't worry."

Her grip on the pouch tightened. Just a little. "Okay. I hope . . . I hope I can be useful this time."

***

"Sabrina, I love these cupcakes you brought!"

Sabrina tucked her hair behind her ear. "Really? I ordered a custom box for you. I thought you'd like it."

Saturday morning welcomed the two with pastries and coffee inside Lila's lavish apartment, which was currently being arranged by her staff for a shoot. Lila herself was clad in a bathrobe, with only part of her hair done.

The brunette picked up a delicately-made cupcake, holding it between her thumb and index. "So I was wondering by the way . . ."

"Hmm?"

"Remember when we had that reunion?" She propped her chin on her other hand. "I was just a little concerned about Chloe. Was she acting a bit strange to you?"

Sabrina's eyes widened as she remembered the reunion: Chloe's pale face, shaking hands. "Yeah, Chloe was acting weird. She kept looking at Adrien."

"What's up with that?"

Sabrina shook her head. "I don't know. She pulled him aside after but I couldn't hear what they were saying. She just kept pulling on him and asking him 'tell me, tell me', and she looked very anxious."

Lila blinked. "And how did Adrien react?"

Sabrina's expression darkened. "I don't know. He looked a bit mad, or annoyed maybe."

At first there was a calculating face on Lila, as if she was weighing something over. But then she transitioned into an airy laugh. "It's just Chloe being clingy as usual then! Poor Adrien . . ."

But Chloe's grown out of that phase, Sabrina wanted to protest. Usually, Chloe was calm and collected, and if she became visibly nervous then something must be wrong. But Sabrina couldn't think of anything that would set her off, so she kept quiet about it and didn't ask Chloe.

"Thanks for telling me, Sabrina, it's been at the back of my mind for ages." Lila smiled widely. "Speaking of Adrien, I think it's time I have a chat with him."

***

"And that's why we have to go back to Adrien and talk to him." Tim pressed the phone closer to his ear.

Dick hummed, feet propped up on a table in the Batcave. He'd been looking into the case himself on the side, sometimes asking for Damian's input as well. "How sure are you he'll talk or let you look into that box?"

"I think he'll be loose-lipped about it . . . I mean he wants to find out the truth,  right? He won't deny us a clue!"

"Fine, but if he won't touch the subject, there's something else I want you to ask him."

"What is it?"

Dick tapped his pen against his cheek, looking at a photo on the screen. "There's one more person we haven't considered who might have insight on this case, who had these back and forth trips to Paris shortly after Marinette's death. I need you to ask Adrien about him."

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[zeroseuniverse]

Last Piece of The Puzzle

Summary: In which, Han and Lee know, I always felt a bit of a hole in their bond, and now they know why Pairing: Lee Know X Reader X Han Jisung Warnings: insecurities

Everyone was supposed to have one soulmate, those were the cards fate played. Having more than one wasn’t unheard of but it never had a happy ending. Between not accepting one of the two soulmates, to never meeting your third part there were few things on their side.

She had more factors, her family was very traditionally close minded, she did well at hiding her marks claiming she just hadn’t received a mark in general, making her the punching bag of all of her family’s pent up aggression. She chose not to pick a mark to show, deeming it as disrespectful towards her soulmates to absentmindedly pick one over the other. One day however her cousin burst into the bathroom while she was getting out of the shower and caught a glimpse of the two marks, not even giving her a chance to explain, her cousin outed her for being a “whore” in front of anyone she could find.

She honestly gave up hope after that incident. She got kicked out, though that did not stop her family from tracking her down at random times and belittling her whenever they saw fit.

That’s what led her here, outside of her bestfriends work place, nervously pacing as she waited for him to join her, just as she psyched herself out and turned on her heel the door opened and she was almost immediately engulfed in a hug from behind by Hyunjin.

“Are you okay? What did they do this time?” Hyunjin wondered, spinning her to face him as he scanned her for any marks that weren’t meant to be on her of course.

“They caught me in the freaking supermarket Hyunjin.” her voice broke, conveying her frustrations.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m so tired.” She whined, shoving her head into his chest as he simply rubbed his hand on her back for comfort.

“Do you want to come back to my dorm tonight? So you’re not alone.” He offered, earning a sniffle and a nod. “Okay let me go tell everyone I’m calling it a day.” He said starting to turn ignoring the protests the woman offered wishing he wouldn’t drop everything for her like that.

–

20 minutes later she was swaddled in blankets and Hyunjin’s arms as they watched some awful American movie and ate any snacks they could get their hands on.

“How come you’ve never shown me your marks?” Hyunjin wondered, all he knew was she had two, she never said any descriptors.

“It’s not something I exactly like sharing, Jin.” She sighed, not feeling up for the conversation but once Hyunjin gets started it's impossible to stop him.

“Oh come on! Han and Minho have a third and I’ve seen their mark. I never walked away from them.” He defended, knowing her fear was him becoming like her family.

“I didn’t expect Han and Minho to have a third if I’m honest.” She murmured, remembering seeing interviews where the two were looking at each other as if they were the only two in the world.

“They are really excited to meet them, but a bit nervous that their third might reject one of them and not the other.”

“Well people are stupid.”

“Can I please see your marks?”

“Why?”

“Okay I might be a bit curious because their third mark may have some symbolism to you and I just want to make sure.” Hyunjin declared, watching as his friend huffed and shrugged the blankets off of her and lifted her shirt to reveal two very familiar markings to Hyunjin, A small handprint present on her ribs that was also on Han and a little bite mark that was also present on Lee Know. That one was placed on her neck and the one she covered with turtlenecks and hoodies a lot.

“Now can you leave it alone.” She grumbled, grabbing her snack and going back to eating.

“Oh my god!” He yelped, grabbing her food and throwing it to the other end of the bed in his excitement earning a very scary glare from the woman but he simply continued on. “You're their third! This is amazing, they'll be so happy!”

“Hyunjin, One: throw my food away from me ever again and stray kids will be down a member. And Two: those two don’t need a third, they look at each other like they’re the only ones in the world and I am most definitely not going to try to get between that.” She dismissed the idea, suddenly not wanting to be in the boy’s shared area with the new found information.

She grabbed her things, ignoring her friends' protests and frantic typing on his phone supposedly to her other counterparts.

Throwing their bodies through the front door of the dorm the two were immediately met with a very disappointed Hyunjin who was pacing the floor of the foyer leaving yet another voicemail to his friend.

“Look at least come back here, even if it’s not to meet them, You shouldn’t be alone after the incident.”

Even the name sent shivers down their spines, they watched their friend eagerly hoping to hear the voice on the other end but Hyunjin simply ended the call and told the two it was a voicemail.

“She ran?” Han asked sadly, making Minho wrap his arm around him to comfort him, though he too felt the hurt of the rejection pulsing through him.

“She was intimidated.” Hyunjin defended, not wanting the two to think she was openly rejecting them, since he knew that was the last thing on her mind.

“By what? Han is literally the equivalent to a squirrel and I’m only scary to you.” Minho blurted out, feeling very put off by the comment.

“She’s seen clips of you two, how happy you guys are, she doesn’t want to face rejection or for you guys to feel the need to adjust your system for her.” Hyunjin said, sighing in frustration as he ran a hand through his hair.

“That’s stupid. Minho bluntly stated with a tinge of annoyance on his tongue.

“Yea well if you lived her life you’d understand.”

The conversation got cut off by a weak voice on the other side of the door, “Jin I know they’re in there but I really don’t have anywhere else to go at the moment, can you please let me in.”

Hyunjin didn’t even get a chance to process the presence before Han lunged for the door, tearing it open and pulling his other counterpart into a tight embrace.

The electrifying feeling where his hand rested where her shirt had slightly risen was intoxicating, her previously tense body seemingly to relax completely against the man.

“I’ll uh leave you guys to it.” Hyunjin muttered, rushing away to hide in his bedroom, and totally not eavesdrop.

“We’ve been waiting a while for you.” Minho simply stated, never the one for romantics, but she honestly couldn’t care. She just didn’t want to think about the family she had spotted outside of her apartment lurking and waiting for her. She pulled away and gently caressed Han’s face as her eyes filled with adoration that she will one hundred percent blame on the soulmate bond and not because she always found him beautiful in every video Hyunjin sat her down to watch.

“Okay me now.” Minho grumbled, pushing Han out of the way and pulling her into his arms next.

“We are never letting you go now.” He muttered after some moments of just hugging and swaying, Han eventually joining and making a group hug.

[theragethatisdesire]

Hiii. How are you? I hope you're doing fine, I read your new addition to the poly relationship thing and it was really cool.

I was wondering if you have more headcannons of them? Maybe what pet names Jean and eren use for each other or the love language they have for each other,do they use physical touch or maybe words of affirmation or anything else? Or how they make out. Also do they cuddle (just the two of them)? Like maybe Eren had a bad day or something and I recall you mentioned that eren stops frowning when Jean touches his brows or smth like that. So what if eren had a bad day and he needs Jean to comfort him,do they cuddle or they just hug?

I'm curious about Jean's mom having a hard time with the poly relationship thing. At this point I'm just rambling,sorry.

I just wanted to see your thought on this cause I have some but I don't know how the others perceive it. Anyways thanks you so much,i love your content 🫶🏻🫶🏻

hellooooo cutie pie nonny :) this has been sitting in my ask box for AGES like since i dropped the last erejean fic i think and i have been so excited to answer it. i'm sorry it took me forever!!! but i am back and ~ ready to chat ~

more poly!erejean headcanons because anon said so

i think it takes them foreverrrrrr to be physically affectionate with each other, and it honestly takes jean awhile to get physical with you too, just bc of the dynamic changing

eren's love language is definitely physical touch, jean's is definitely gift-giving

whenever you or eren texts in your group chat (because of course you have a "y/n's bfs<3" groupchat lol) that you're having the worst day at work, jean's already plotting what store he's running by to pick something up for you as a nice little surprise

maybe it's ingredients for your favorite dinner, your favorite candy, a new pair of fuzzy socks, etc.

eren, on the other hand, just crushes you/jean with the biggest, tightest hug he can manage whenever you're having a bad day. probably offers a massage of some sort.

eren just ...very absentmindedly touches you and jean? like he is always just running a hand over your waist as he passes you in the kitchen, playing with jean's fingers while he scrolls on his phone, kicks his feet up on your lap to watch tv. it feels uncomfortable for him to be in the same room as either of you and not touch you somehow.

jean's favorite thing in the world is to have each of you tucked under his arms cuddling. insists on being in the middle for movie night.

i can't remember if i've mentioned this but eren and jean love sharing clothes. eren's the worst about it- he's literally always snagging jean's stuff and jean, misunderstanding at first, started buying eren a couple of his shirts that he noticed going missing. he got the point when eren never touched his new shirts.

eren 100% nuzzles into jean and you like a dog like noses against your shoulder/neck/tummy

just some little cuddling/physical touch hcs <3 as for jean's mom, i picture her being very traditional, wanting jean to get married and have children. jean has been bi for years in this verse, but very quietly bi, like maybe had a bf in college, told his mom (it took her a minute, but she came around) and his closest friends but keeps it pretty lowkey.

when he told his mom about his relationship with you and eren, the poly dynamic was just completely unlike anything she'd ever heard of and it really caught her by surprise. she wasn't outright unsupportive, but she's very old-fashioned and she just didn't understand how it could function like a legitimate, serious relationship. but when jean just keeps mentioning you both more and more (he knows things like this take her awhile, and she knows her boy is serious by how insistently he keeps bringing it up), she can just hear how happy jean is and wants to see how it works and give it a chance.

she's always adored eren through all the years she's known him, and she's smitten with you the second you shyly cross the threshold into her house, complimenting the decor. she never goes back, just has a few tentative questions for jean here and there, but all that matters to her is that her boy is being made happy by two wonderful people :)

[zenlesszonezero]

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[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 17

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1502

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

----------------------------------------- Stockroom Antics Chapter 17

You followed the little dragon to the kitchen. It was really adorable, reminding you of both a puppy and a kitten, but at the same time, something far more intelligent than either.

You could have attempted to create some coffee but wanted it to taste right, so you decided to brew some instead while the little dragon sat on the bench seat at the table.

The dream was still playing out in your mind as you thought over the things Astaria had told you. Soulmates, the word made you roll your eyes again. When the brothers joined you, you kept your answers short. They didn’t need to know the personal stuff; you were just a case, after all.

How the dragon kept looking at Dean made you wonder far too many things, even as you tried your hardest to keep yourself from thinking anything more of him. Again, you reminded yourself that you were their case, not someone they wanted to be friends with. If only you’d remembered to ask Astaria how to grow the bond with the dragon.

Then, when the dragon tilted its head at Dean after you asked Sam if the information would help with the case, you slowly looked up and at Dean. Why did he have to be so damned handsome? Then, there almost seemed to be something else hidden behind his eyes but you didn’t want to read more into it. Relief flooded through you when Sam spoke up again, taking your attention from Dean’s enchanting green eyes.

Explaining anything from your dream was difficult, so you kept it short, deciding only to give them essential information. The last thing you wanted to discuss was the soulmate topic with either of them. You’d often reach down and absentmindedly give the dragon some affection, and it would purr against your hand, which sounded like a mix between a low growl and a cat's purr.

The coffee, at least, was helping you focus, bringing you out of that sleep fog that always followed that dream. It had been a bit worse this time, having interacted with things, which made it so much more real than it ever had before. It was hard to ignore that the dragon kept looking at Dean way more than it was Sam. Although, you missed quite a bit of what the dragon was responding to. 

I’m just a case. Soulmates can’t be real, no matter what Astaria says…

When Dean got up, you glanced at him briefly, realizing you were a bit hungry. You had slept the day away, after all. Whether you’d admit it or not, the view of watching him walk away was just as nice as the front, but you quickly gave Sam your attention, wanting to push your thoughts away.

What you didn’t realize was that Sam had seen how your gaze had lasted longer as you watched Dean. You figured that since the little dragon would be staying, you would offer Sam to at least pet her, and you would have chuckled at his response had it not been for him mentioning other dragons. That was something you hadn’t even considered, so you missed the way the dragon was watching Dean cook.

You almost jumped when the dragon flew over to the center island in the kitchen. For a bit, you just watched it, puzzled at its action, when it went to the far corner so it could see around him. You even stifled a giggle, watching him jump a little when he noticed. 

The dragon seemed to at least like him, more than it liked Sam, or that was what you figured. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Dean was the older of the two, or maybe the fact that he was in charge, at least in your eyes. It couldn’t be anything deeper than that, right? 

When it ate the bacon, you began wondering what kinds of foods the dragon would need to eat. It seemed to like meat, but you wondered what else it might like. At least you could do your best to create whatever it needed, not wanting to burden the brothers with having to spend money on food for your dragon. 

You wanted to be angry at Dean when he said the dragon’s name was Bubbles. You glared at him even if he couldn’t see you. He wouldn’t know what her name was, she wasn’t his familiar, you thought to yourself. Luckily, Sam asked you a question, pulling your attention back to him and away from Dean.

After Dean brought dinner over, it made your stomach grumble even more. You made a plan not to exhaust yourself this particular evening. Sleeping through the entire day had sucked. Before Dean could give your dragon another slice of bacon, you took one from your plate and gave it to her. Something about Dean interacting with your dragon like he was, bothered you. Although, you did your best not to let it appear in your expression.

You managed not to look at Dean very often, reminding yourself that you were just their case, nothing more. So, when dinner was done, you used your powers to clean things up. It was the least you could do to show gratitude for letting you stay with them while they figured out how to keep you safe from Crowley. The thought of the King of Hell wanting you, for whatever reason, made your skin crawl. Astaria’s words replayed in your mind: Unless you’ve recently met your soulmate, and you don’t know it. Sam asking if you still wanted a tour of the place pulled you from your thoughts. You only agreed in hopes that it would take your mind off of everything. However, when the dragon didn’t follow you, you got somewhat annoyed and couldn’t quite figure out why.

The bunker was massive, far larger than you had initially anticipated. Sam explained the rooms, even the ones he didn’t open, and showed you. He also asked that you don’t wander around or touch things. When you gave him a puzzled look, he chuckled, explaining that some of the things in there held certain magic, like curses, and he didn’t want you to accidentally unleash one.

That made plenty of sense, as you would have felt horrible had you accidentally done that. When he brought up drinking that night and getting to know the two of them, you weren’t quite sure how to take that. Then the apology from him was the last thing you’d expected. Thinking of yourself as just a case was easier. You could keep your feelings and questions from showing or coming out. You almost felt nervous when you agreed to have drinks with them.

The two of you made your way back to the war room, finding Dean and your dragon in the library. You felt goosebumps dance down your arms, seeing how he was smiling and interacting with the dragon, who seemed to be enjoying his attention. Sam almost bumped into you when you stopped and watched them.

“Sorry,” you quickly told Sam, who just chuckled, seeing what you were looking at.

“You’re fine. I’ll be right back. You want beer or whiskey?” he asked you.

“Uh, beer, I guess,” you replied, not realizing he had meant drinking now. At least with beer, you wouldn’t get drunk as quickly but planned on keeping track of how much you drank.

You didn’t realize that Dean and the dragon had looked up and over at you, at least not right away. When you turned from Sam, who had headed into the kitchen, you saw them staring at you. 

“What was that all about?” Dean asked as you sat across from him at one of the library tables.

“Oh, well, Sam mentioned having drinks and talking,” you answered, feeling slightly unsure of yourself or how this would go.

“Oh,” Dean stated, although sounding distant, almost like he was upset or something, then he began to get up, “Then I’ll leave you to it.”

At first, you were puzzled, but then you realized how your statement had been taken. “No, no, no, not like that. He meant all three of us,” you quickly tried to clarify.

Dean raised an eyebrow and sat back down just as Sam joined you in the library. He set a beer in front of you, choosing one for himself and bringing whiskey and a glass for Dean. You took a sip of your beer and then a deep breath. The dragon watched you and Dean, although you couldn’t figure out what its expression meant.

You weren’t sure how to feel after what Sam had said earlier, about getting to know each other due to how the case was going and how they were involved. It was so much easier to keep telling yourself that you were just a case. At least during that time, you could push away anything you might have been feeling toward Dean.

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[theother-victoria]

numba 9 for your ask game !

Now playing: mice on Venus by c418

Hihi Kyo!! Sorry this took so long!

Zhongli isn’t sure when he started feeling this way.

Lately, there’s been a strange feeling in the back of his mind, like an itch he can’t scratch. It’s the urge to get up and do something, search for something.

But searching for what?

He finds himself frequenting certain spots in Liyue more often now. Yaoguang Shoal, Luhua Pool, and Qingce Village are the ones he can recall off the top of his head, but there are others. They are all places that he is obviously familiar with as the ex-archon, but ones that he didn’t have much history with.

At each of these places, that strange feeling fades temporarily and it feels as if he’s halfway there to discovering whatever he is searching for. The scent of wild bamboo shoots brings back memories of him cooking in the kitchen with someone, but their face is blurry in his memories for some strange reason. He recalls a painting of Luhua Pool that someone gifted to him. He remembers the hands that painted it- smooth and slender and covered with specks of dried paint, but he can’t put a name or a face to them.

If he concentrates hard enough, he can remember the fact that he likes to hold them, marveling at how small and soft they are compared to his. It’s been a while since the last time he got to do that, though…

The sea breeze tickles his cheeks and tousled his hair as he strolls along in the sand. As the sun sets, he absentmindedly picks up a seashell and holds it to his ear. He expects to hear nothing, only for his eyes to widen in surprise when he hears something akin to a laugh and a whispered “I love you”.

He pulls it away from his ear and listens to it again after a few seconds, but nothing is heard. With some disappointment, he sets it down and looks up.

It may be that his eyes are just playing tricks on him, but for a moment, he thinks he sees the shadows of two people running through the shallow waters and holding hands.

Qingce Village is beautiful, especially so at night when the Glaze Lillies unfurl their petals to face the gentle moonlight. Zhongli hums a familiar tune under his breath that he has since forgotten the origins of. It reminds him of how you’d always love to sing to-

Ah.

So that was it. That’s who he was searching for.

Once upon a time, he fell in love with you. You’d spend your days together, grateful to spend the limited time you had together with him. You’d paint whatever you found interesting and gift then to him, dance and play at the beach, and sing to flowers after he told you the story behind Glaze Lillies. Now, all he has of you are your paintings that are slowly decomposing despite his best preservation efforts and memories of you that strangely enough, lack your presence.

But as soon as he recalls who you were, your face blurs in his mind again.

What did they look like again? Ah, who was I thinking about just now?

Zhongli chases after the fleeting trails of those thoughts, much like how one would after a vivid dream. They slip away from his grasp and he is left there, wondering what to do next.

He gets up and takes a step forward, the first of many.

He just supposes he’ll keep looking until he finds it again.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

AxZ Week Day 7: Umbrella

@senshixshitennouweeks

Rain.

So many things that people connected with the rain.

Some people saw it as something depressing. An ill omen and a spoiler of plans. What simple lives they must lead.

Rain could replenish the land, inspire paintings and atmosphere for movies.

Though some inspiration could be welcome now.

Zee drummed absentmindedly on the piano, trying to capture the quickening drip-drip-drop of rain. If he was ever stuck on a composition, he would sometimes open the window and play to the sounds outside. The bustle of the city, the sound of the wind, maybe a bird song he could use for rhythm if he was lucky.

Right now, though, it sounded more like chopsticks being played for the first time with one hand tied behind his back. A sure sign that he was just plain stuck.

A green eye flitted over to the couch.

Ami sat on the couch, her expression similar to what he felt, as she stared down at the book in her hands.

“How goes the studying?” he said, his finger landing heavily on the b-flat key.

Ami looked up and heaved a sigh so heavy it would need a forklift.

“This is horrible,” she said, holding up the book. Chariots of the Gods? Unsolved Mysteries of the Past read the cover.

“Ah,” Zee said, nodding. The old ‘pyramids built by aliens’ angst.

“It’s bad enough that most of it is based on speculation,” Ami continued, “but then he says that black people were an alien experiment!”

“If he only knew,” Zee said.

Considering that any and all remnants of the Golden Kingdom and Silver Millennium were by now dust, and that little if any of what the two of them remembered had no pyramids to speak of, he could see how the scholarly love of his life found that particular work so frustrating.

“I think we need a break,” she said, putting the book down and rising from the couch.

Zee smiled and closed the lid on his piano.

“I think I’ve got a pastime that will really shake out the cobwebs,” he said, heading for his room.

He returned with a portable boombox that had seen better days.

“Don’t bother taking your umbrella,” he said.

Ami frowned.

“And why wouldn’t I need my umbrella?”

“My sister and I used to do this all the time,” he said, as the two made their way to the elevator and Ami pushed the ‘down’ button, “trust me.”

When they had walked out the front door of Zee’s apartment building, he sat the boombox down and hit the play button. The voice of Rihanna began to beat from the speakers as Zee dashed out into the rain.

You have my heart

Zee grabbed her hand and sprinted out into the falling water. In her mind, Ami knew running would make the two of them more wet than if they just stood still, but the energy Zee was giving off was infectious. In spite of herself, Ami found herself laughing.

And we'll never be worlds apart

Puddles exploded under their feet as they jumped and stomped in them.

Maybe in magazines, But you'll still be my star

Zee took her in his arms and spun, their movements becoming some sort of off-kilter dance.

Baby, 'cause in the dark, You can't see shiny cars

Memories sprang into Ami’s mind; memories of the first time on Earth back when it was new; of seeing rain for the first time and the feeling of wonder it created. And for a brief moment she pondered if this was how the princess of Mercury felt all those millennia ago.

And that's when you need me there

Musical notes filled Zee’s mind and a story to go with it. A girl made of rain drops and the blessed calm she brought. But the worry of whether he would be able to remember it later was paltry compared to the beauty in his arms.

With you I'll always share

The rain seemed to speed up, but neither party cared, too wrapped up in having their fun. Soon, frustrations and boredom evaporated, replaced by the euphoria of simple pleasures.

Because

The warmth of their skin under the chill of the rain.

When the sun shines, we'll shine together

A young man and woman, barely done with being a boy and a girl.

Told you I'll be here forever

Minds racing with emotions.

Said I'll always be your friend

Invigorated by the seasonal rain.

Took an oath, Imma stick it out to the end

Troubles past and present far away.

Now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other

And only the now, in this moment of fun, holding each other, dancing to the sound of an old Rihanna song, mattered, as the two leaned in for a kiss.

You can stand under my umbrella

They’d probably be sneezing and stuffed up by the next day. But between the two of them, who needed an umbrella?

You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 1.7

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Barranquilla, Columbia

After weeks of other circumstances interrupting their initial plan, they had eventually found their way to Columbia where the last clue had let them to.

'Los Ladrones' was the name of a beach in a big forest area right next to Barranquilla. The Rio Magdalena deviding the city from it. Big lakes and swamps filling the well vegetated area. And north-east of it in the middle of a lake, there was 'Isla de Corazón'.

However, they hadn't been able to come too far, when unexpected visitors having distracting them once again. Although perhaps they should've foreseen them not leaving them alone for too long.

"I see eight." Jimin lowered the binoculars and sat up from his laying position. Propping his back against a rock. "How did they even find out?"

"Maybe you told them when they drugged you?" Yoongi shrugged, also lowering his binoculars. Glancing at him with raised brows to which the younger guy frowned. Becoming insecure about himself for a moment. "You think so?"

"Maybe, who knows. I wouldn't blame you though."

Honestly, he didn't remember doing anything like that. He did remember offering the info in exchange of them dropping the 'job', but since Kir had refused, he hadn't revealed this information. As far as he remembered. After all, his memories went blank when it came to anything after that pill she had initially given him.

"I also count eight men," Taehyung mumbled then, zooming in more, "No, actually ten."

Another loud explosion went off in the distance. Smoke rising among plants. They frowned at the sight of it. "These idiots are just using explosives anywhere huh?"

"I knew even pops wouldn't be able keeping them locked up for too long," Arabella sighed, "Their mates probably helped them escape. They always got backup plans."

She snatched the binoculars from Taehyung then, earning a groan from him. However, she got curious and also wanted to see what was going on exactly. Zooming into the large group of black-dressed people when her eyes fell on a particular person. Her brows knitting together as she kept herself from gasping. "Is this - is this the woman you were talking about?"

"Yeah," Jimin responded, hand gliding through his hair at the unpleasent memory. "Her name's-"

"Kir, I know."

"Oh, you know her?" He didn't know why he sounded so surprised. After all it wasn't the first time she had recognised someone of them. After all, she had spent a large part of her life as one of them. And yet, when he noticed Arabella's jaw clenching at his question, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it.

"Yeah, I remember her," she eventually spoke up. She swallowed hard then as a flood of memories ran in front of her mind's eye.'From now on, you don't have a family. You don't have anything.' - It was hard to forget someone like that.

Lowering the binoculars, she handed them back to Taehyung. Absentmindedly staring to the direction of their opponents, then at her silver bracelet and Jimin eyed her worried, noticing the drop in her expression.

"The only good thing is they haven't reached the right area yet." He nodded at Yoongi's remark, averting his eyes from Arabella. He stood up then, offering his hands to his friends to pull themselves up. "They're close though, so let's keep moving before they do."

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'Heart-Island', which sadly wasn't heart-shaped nor had anything else that would indicate the choice of its name, was as it seemed, just some kind of entrance. A deep cave leading them subterranean into catacombs, with the occasional sounds of explosions and small quakes accompanying them. Meaning Kir and her men weren't too far away from their position and nearing them faster than they had expected.

"Creepy pirate statues - check. Carved stairs - check. I think it's save to say we're in a pirate cave," Taehyung chuckled as they climbed down the stairs. 

The rocky ground and narrow paths making it difficult at some parts, but they continued past chasms and pointy rocks until reaching a dead-end. Reaching a wall with a small hole on one side. It looked like you were supposed to put your hand in it, so Jimin reached inside and frisked around. "A little slimy but.. there's a lever."

"Then give it a pull."

He frowned at Taehyung. "It might be a trap!"

"So what?"

"I'll lose a hand??"

His friend grinned. "So we'll get you a nice hook. Like a real pirate."

Yoongi and Arabella couldn't help but stifle a laugh at this, contrary to Jimin who was quite unamused by that option. Shooting him a dead glare.

"Just give it a pull already," Yoongi complained then, getting tired and inpatient of standing there instead of continuing.

The younger guy rolled his eyes. "Nice hook.." he repeated Taehyung's words under his breath, peeking at Arabella who was staring at him with expecting eyes. And he gulped. Eventually doing as he was told with a shaky sigh. "Alright, I'll give it a go."

Thankfully pulling the lever didn't cost him his hand. The only thing that happened was the wall giving in, revealing a door which they entered. On the other side being another wall with an imposing looking contraption, giant stone-wheel and chains running from it to cogs, blocking their way anew.

'For those proven worthy, the treasure awaits. For those who prove false, behold your grim fate.' Arabella read out loudly the inscription on a pillar.

"Oh great, another puzzle," Taehyung mumbled under his breath, taking a closer look on it. There was another hole in the wall with probably another lever inside. This one clearly being a trap this time. Obviously, otherwise there wouldn't be that big contraption next to it. His eyes caught something like a string hanging out of the hole and without thinking much, he pulled at it. An eery scratching echoing came from behing the wheel then, flowing through the cave.

"Taehyung, what the fuck!" Arabella exclaimed panicked, taking a step back and went behind Jimin - who really took pride of that.

"What?" Taehyung rolled his eyes and shrugged then. "Suck it and see."

Another clicking noise was heard then, getting everyone's attention back.

"Are we gonna die now?" Yoongi nervously joked, looking around to see if there was any sign of danger. The grip on his sword tightening. However, all their worries seemed redudant, at least for now, because nothing seemed to happen after all. Only the inner wheels of the mechanism turned, revealing symbols on the stone-wheel.

Taehyung took a step forward, inspecting them from his lower position. "Okay, these are clearly the zodiac signs of someone, but who?"

Arabella shrugged as she stepped forward to take a look at them as well. "I'd go with the one who hid the treasure here in the first place - Anne Bonney."

"That'd be one. But whose are the others?"

"Calico Cat's and Mary Read's, obviously," Jimin said then. "Does anyone remember which belongs to who though?"

They looked at each other, shaking heads. "I did read their birth dates when we first researched about them, but I forgot," Taehyung admitted shyly, scratching his neck. Yoongi sighed then, taking a small notebook out from the back of his pocket. "I knew noting down would be helpful.." He browsed inside, stopping at a page then. "Oh! Anne's was one day before mine."

"So pisces like you," Jimin remarked with a smirk, which the older guy chose to ignore. Continuing, "Jack's was 26th December."

"Oh!" Taehyung exclaimed enthusiastically then, "A capricorn, like me!"

"And Mary's.. unknown."

Arabella snorted sarcastically. "Like mine."

They exchanged a glance. The coincidence quite astonishing, and a little bit creepy, in a way.

"Well, that makes me the misfit, I guess," Jimin laughed under his breath. Redirecting his focus on the cypher. "But that means the pisces one should be on top. The capricorn on the right and.. the third one's.. a taurus?"

"Maybe Mary was a taurus after all."

"When did Mary die?" Arabella asked then, looking at Yoongi who quickly checked his notes.

"28th April."

She hummed, making a thinking expression which Jimin couldn't help but find incredibly attractive. "That'd be taurus. Perhaps she took her date of death instead?"

"Possible."

"My smart girl," Jimin grinned, making her blush for a moment before she waved him off.

"Anyway," Taehyung said then, taking a glance at the wheel again. "The signs are in the wrong positions."

He walked up to the cogwheels then, noticing a handle on them which he simply spun. And indeed, by turning them he rotated the puzzle wheels until reaching the correct positions. It clicked again. Everyone waiting expectingly.

"Is it solved now?" Arabella asked confused.

"Not sure.."

"Well, there's only one way to find out. Someone has to pull the lever in the hole there," Yoongi said, pointing at it. To which Jimin shot him an annoyed look. "And with 'someone' you mean me."

"Obviously."

Dragging a sigh, Jimin walked up to the hole. Taking a deep breath then, trying to trust in them and their puzzle solving skills. "Here goes my hand," he nervously chuckled before pulling it. The wall around it giving in again, revealing an exit much to his relief. And they left the area and walked into a cavern.

Sunlight illuminating it from its open end, sea water flowing in there as well. Creating a bay inside the cavern. It seemed like the underground path had led them all the way from the forest to the shore. And as they neared the edge of the cliff they were standing on, their eyes grew wide.

There it was, the ship.

Another explosion above them interrupting their awe, shaking the ground above them. The others were also near.

"Let's go."

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