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I had this idea and I have to share ir with someone

Zack having to pick up asg kid(s) as school bc they're going to be busy and meeting Kindergarten teacher Cloud and coming up with excuses to be the one picking the kid(s) up just so he can catch sight of Cloud/keep meeting with him

omg anon i actually love that idea so much!!! i can imagine this so vividly! i think zack would end up making the stupidest excuses to pick up the kids so he could see cloud, and i think the first time he saw cloud he acted like a total loser! and i think asg would quickly catch on to what zack was doing and said zack in his quest, although not without teasing the fuck out of him first

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pairings: ni-ki x reader ft. danielle of new jeans and mentions of jake

synopsis: sometimes getting hit on the head by a baseball can be something to bond over.

word count: 1063

warnings: mild swearing, poor attempts at humour

a/n: as somebody who has always been hit in the face by a sports ball growing up, hopefully this is a meet cute that can actually happen to me but thats probably still unrealistic lol. anyways here's a short little ni-ki oneshot!! i still dont know how i feel about it but its good enough ε-(ｰдｰ) will most likely be posting my jongseob smau soon so that will be my main focus :)) so oneshots may not be posted as often cause this writer cannot multitask :p

Sitting in class, you continuously check your phone, counting down the time until class ends. 

You feel a nudge on your shoulder, waking you up from your daze. Turning to the person beside you, Danielle whispers to you. “Mr. Hong may be smart and nice, but why does his voice have to be so gentle?” She puts her head down on the desk. "Like, it makes me sooo sleepy.”

"Agreed,” you say as you check your phone again for what seems like the 127th time.

“Why do you keep checking your phone? You got a hot date?” Dani teases.

You roll your eyes and respond, “I wish. More like a date to the dentist. Have to leave as soon as class ends, or else I'll have to wait thirty minutes for the next train.”

"Well, that sucks,"  Dani sighs. "Honestly, knowing you, you may not be able to make it considering how slow you run.”

You slapped her arm. “Hey! So not true. I’m just preserving energy.”

“Mmhm. Sure.”

Five minutes before class ends, you start to pack your things, getting ready to dash outside the classroom.

As the bell rings, you quickly run down the stairs, saying a quick goodbye to Dani as well as Mr. Hong. You couldn’t really care as people gave you odd looks for rushing towards the train station; some people may have thought that you just really needed to take a shit.

On the way to the train station, you have to pass by the sports field. Being completely unaware of your surroundings, you fail to hear someone shout toward you.

“Hey! Heads up!”

All of a sudden, a hard object hits you square on the side of your head, making you lose balance and fall to the ground. 

Aware of your position on the ground, a wave of embarrassment took over. You lay there for a bit, not wanting to make eye contact with the people around you. “Not gonna lie, you would think somebody would come and ask me if I’m alright,” you thought.

As you start to get up from the ground, the sound of footsteps can be heard running towards you.

"Hey, are you okay?” A tired yet deep and husky voice says

You look up from your position, seeing a boy around your age with a baseball mitt around his hand. “Why is this man so freaking tall?”

You watch as he mouths words, but no actual sound is coming out of those plumped, nevertheless sort of chapped lips.

He shakes your shoulder lightly. “Excuse me, are you okay?”

You shake your head, getting out of your daze, although that may have been a mistake, seeing that it made you more dizzy.

The boy reaches his hand out, and you grab them as he hoists you back up.

“I’m so sorry, that was quite a hit; it must’ve hurt,” he starts. “Normally Jake has better aim, and when he doesn't, I can normally catch it,” he says as he scratches the nape of his neck.

“It’s completely fine; it totally doesn’t hurt at all.” You respond nonchalantly. 

“Do you want some ice? I can get someone to get you some," he says as he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the practice field. “Here, just come sit on the bench and I’ll grab you some ice,” he says as he ushers a team member to get some ice.

“No, no, it's okay. I'm good. Kind of running late for something anyway, plus it really doesn't hurt.” You attempt to stand up.

The boy gently pushes you back on the bench. "Look, I'm sure whatever you have to do can wait, cause even if you say it doesn't hurt, the side of your head is definitely saying something else.”

You reach up to where the ball hit you, feeling a swollen bump starting to form. “Fine, you can give me ice, but after that, I'll be on my way to the station.”

He gives you a stern look. “Um, no, we still have to go with the standard precautions. You could have a concussion right now.”

"Look, I'm sure if I had one, I would know.”

“No, you're staying here. Practice ends in fifteen minutes anyway. So stay put.” He hands you a plastic bag of ice that his teammate got.

Being left with no choice, you watch as he runs to the center of the field. Watching as he throws and catches the ball around.

Not really knowing anything about baseball, you plug your earbuds in and slowly close your eyes to rest. “I'm already late at this point; I might as well rest.”

Little did you know, resting your eyes caused a little misunderstanding with the boy that had helped you. As he practiced, he took small glances at you every now and then. Seeing your eyes start to close caused him to immediately think you were about to faint.

Worried that you just became unconscious, the boy was unaware of the baseball that was being thrown towards him.

With history repeating itself, the boy fell face flat to the ground, a swollen bump starting to form on his head.

Waking up from your quick nap, you look beside you to see the same boy holding an ice pack on his head, similar to you.

“What the hell just happened?” You questioned.

“You know it turns out Jake over there really does have bad aim,” he jokes. “Or maybe I was just a teensy bit worried about you.”

“Worried about what?”

He explains, "Well, you closed your eyes; I thought you had fainted.” 

"Well, I didn't.”

He sighs. “Yeah, I can see that now.”

The two of you guys sat there with an awkward silence surrounding you. Feeling a bit better, you decide to grab your things, turning toward the boy beside you.

“You know, I never got your name. It would be nice to know who my hero is.”

“I'm Nishimura Riki, but people just call me Ni-ki. You?”

“I'm YN. Nice to meet you, Ni-ki, and thanks for helping me.”

He smiles, “Anytime.”

As you begin to turn away, a faraway voice can be heard.

“Hey! Heads up!”

You turn around and see Ni-ki in front of you with a baseball in his hand.

He screams towards his teammate, “You know Jake, you really do have shit aim!”

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NSFW Alphabet

word count: 2.0k

A/N: hi besties<333 this is my first time writing so pls don’t absolutely tear me to shreds (just a little bit is acceptable though). i’m planning on making a SFW alphabet for buck soon as well but some of the letters had me drawing a blank lol. also, although there’s not really much mention of it, this is with a plus size reader in mind. as a plus size girly myself, it sucks to read x reader stories and knowing in the back of your mind that it wasn’t written with your body type in mind (although there’s nothing wrong with writers that do that of course). i just thought i would add to the plus size reader community because there are barely any buck fics and i believe in my heart that he loves plus size women. anyway, enjoy <3

warnings: smut (obviously lol), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ Only

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When y’all finish he’ll wait a few minutes before pulling out, head buried in your neck as his breathing gets back to normal. He’ll kiss your neck and tell you how good you were for him, before finally getting up to clean you up. After that he wants to lay with you and talk, just enjoying each other’s company, maybe y’all will make some food if you feel like it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: Probably his arms. He’s worked hard to be as fit as he is and he enjoys using his arms to move you/lift you while you’re having sex. He takes pride in his appearance, he knows he’s hot, but it’s an added bonus that he can lift you up and do whatever he (or you) wants.

Yours: I am of the firm belief that Evan Buckley is a thigh man. He loves how they feel in his hands, he loves how they look when you straddle him, he can’t get enough. He loves to see them jiggle when you move, or when he playfully smacks them. He loves thick thighs and I will die on this hill

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man has a BREEDING KINK OKAY!!! He loves to cum inside you, fucking deep into you and feeling his cum fill you up. He loves watching it slowly dripping out, so he can finger it back in. If that’s not your thing I think the next best place would be on your stomach, watching your face as he lets go, seeing the way he marks you up. He loves your little tummy, how it moves as he ruts into you, so he loves it when you let him cum all over it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I only call this a dirty secret because he would never tell anyone about this after the last time it happened and he got fired. He wants to fuck you in the fire engine SO BAD. He can’t help but think of the way you would look as he fucked into you quickly, trying not to get caught with your dress up around your waist. He knows it’s not gonna happen, he’d never hear the end of it from anyone in his life if it did, but god he wants to so bad.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Girl have we watched the same show?? This man FUCKS!!! We all know (and love) Buck 1.0, and we know he knows what to do. Buck 3.0 might mean him changing into, well, not a sex addict, but that doesn’t mean he forgot his training (🫡). I think he understands that every woman is different, and while he might not get it exactly right the first time, he’s a fast and eager learner, watching what exactly makes you squirm and moan the most for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Canonically, Buck LOVES when you ride him, and I agree. He loves to watch you move yourself on him, able to grab at your thighs, and your hips, and your chest. He also loves to move you on him, squeezing your hips tightly as he sets the pace if you start getting tired or if he just feels like it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I mean, he’s Buck, he’s truly a golden retriever of a man and cannot stay serious for long. I think he’s a bit of a mix, he can be serious in the moment, but at the end of the day, he’s still Buck, and Buck is silly goofy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it nicely trimmed, carpets match the drapes. In terms of his partner, he really doesn’t give a fuck. He’s seen it all and could not care less as long as he feels the way you wrap around him so perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Buck 3.0 is a man of TASTE, but that being said, I think he only really pulls out the romance during special occasions. Most of the time this man wants to freak nasty, but sometimes when he’s tired, or just feels especially in cuddly/clingy, he’ll be more romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it pretty often, of course not when he has the option to fuck you instead (and you’re willing, of course), but if you’re not with him and he needs a quick release, he getting right to it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding: I will scream this till the day that I die, this man wants a family more than anything. Whenever he’s inside of you, he can’t help but think about how pretty you’d look with your belly all round with his babies.

Praise: Look at this pathetic little guy, he needs to be praised, he thrives on it. He loves to hear how good he feels, how good he’s making you feel. This goes both ways. He’s in your ear immediately telling you how good you feel, how well you’re taking him, how pretty you look.

Spanking: HEAR ME OUT!! While I’m not sure he would actually bend you over his knee (but honestly the more I think about it he might) he would LOVE to give your ass a nice little swat as you’re riding him. He loves the sound it makes, and the sound you make because you’re not expecting it. I don’t think he’d ever do it hard enough to hurt too much, but I think enough to make your ass a little red would definitely be something he could get behind (lol).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t have a ring cutter in the kitchen for nothing<3

I think he likes to have sex at home the most, on the bed, on the couch, on the kitchen counter. You name it, he wants to fuck you there. His favourite is the counter because he loves seeing you being so domestic in the kitchen. Making dinner, cleaning up, whatever, he wants you right then and there and cannot wait. He’ll come up behind you, wrapping his arms around you as he kisses your neck before slowly turning you around to face him and lift you onto the counter to have his way with you.

While he’s moved on from having sex in public places that could (will) get him fired, he’s still into it, but in less obvious places. If y’all are in his car and you’re looking a little too good in his passenger seat, he loves an empty parking lot quickie. Front seat, back seat, whatever you want, he’d be pulling you onto him as soon as he puts the jeep in park.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Girl ANYTHING gets him going, it would take one look, one touch, one word and this man would be ready to go. I think what really gets him going though is seeing you with kids or getting along so well with the 118. This man truly just wants a silly little family and someone that can get along with the 118fam, so seeing you like that has him making up a stupid excuse to leave a little early so he can take you home and have his hands all over you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Like I said before, I don’t think he would do anything to hurt you too much, other than the occasional light spanking or biting. He would also not be into any kind of age play or pet play, he’s pro kink but it’s just not for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man is a giver and I stand by this. Dear god he loves nothing more than having you spread open for him, hands tangled in his hair as he makes himself at home between your thighs. He loves having his hands gripping your thick thighs, feeling them on either side of his head. When you start to get squirmy from the overstimulation he’ll place a large hand over your lower stomach, holding you still as he pushes you over the edge again.

With all that said, he will definitely not say no to getting head. He loves seeing you look up at him while you’re on your knees, trying to take all of him. He’ll keep a hand in your hair, pulling it softly every now and then, and he can’t help but moan and whine as he gets closer and closer, eventually cumming down your throat as he squeezes his eyes shut.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the day, but most of the time he likes it rough and fast. He loves a good quickie, meaning it kinda has to be more fast paced and rough, and he’s pretty easy to get riled up, so when you drop any sort of hint, he’s on you immediately and ready. On other days where he’s feeling extra clingy and lovey, he’ll be more of a slow and sensual guy, but I think for the most part he loves to fuck you deep and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Like I said, he loves a good quickie. A lot of the time he craves a quickie before work, needing to feel you before his long shift. I think they happen pretty often, but he’d much rather take his time with you, using his fingers and mouth before he fucks you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as there’s clear communication he’s down to try pretty much anything, he’ll do anything to make you happy (within reason). I think he’s also a risk taker (also within reason, he has to think about not getting fired again, of course). Buck 1.0 is still inside him somewhere when it comes to sex so he definitely loves a little risk, but he’s grown enough to know where the line is.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

While he would love to go as many rounds as possible, I think it would realistically be 2-3, lasting about 10-15 minutes each round. I think he would be the type to like having some time between rounds, tension still high as you talk and lay around before he's back on you again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Once again, he doesn’t have a ring cutter in his kitchen for nothing<3

He likes them, he definitely owns a few toys of his own. Vibrators, cock rings, some handcuffs or restraints, he’s very open to anything that increases y’alls pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does it sometimes not really meaning to, like he does something and you’re like….dear god…and maybe he doesn’t notice the first time but the second time he does and WILL keep going until you snap. He loves the way you get all squirmy and whiny and desperate for him, knowing you want him as much as he wants you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So vocal!!!! Literally that meme thats like “y’all afraid to make noise in the bedroom?? i be in my girls ear like…” He loves dirty talk (on both ends) and he can’t help but let out low moans when you’re clenching around him. He also loves hearing your breathless whimpers, making him feel like he’s doing a good job, and encouraging him to pull more sounds from your lips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If he was in a relationship during the whole sperm donor thing, it would be the longest few weeks for both of y’all. I imagine the first time he has an appointment, you make sure you’re waiting for him in a cute little matching set, knowing how excited he was to finally be buried inside you again, hearing you whine as he fills you up. He’s so frustrated when his appointment doesn’t work out that he doesn’t let you know how it went, instead being unpleasantly surprised when he sees you sprawled out on his bed when you get home and unable to do anything about it. He wants nothing more than to rip your pretty little set off your body and run his hands up and down your soft curves, but he can’t, and it’s torture. You apologize (but he will hear none of it because it was a lovely surprise, just shitty circumstances), and instead you change into an oversized shirt and sweatpants to enjoy a completely normal (and not sexual at all) night on the couch.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8 inches, thick, no complaints <3

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH!!! This man is thinking about sex 24/7, and if he could, his hands would be on you at all times.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time I think he stays up for a while, just hanging out and talking to you. But if he comes home after a long shift he’s fucking GONE in 5 minutes tops.

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Akutagawa as your boyfriend ☀︎

Umm happy late b day Aku…😭 I’m totally super late for this I KNOW. But! I’m doing it anyway! >:3 late or not :P Plus I Just wanted to write for him since I really like this dude (〃ω〃) (Light blood, death and killing mentions but not in detail)

Akutagawa b day hcs first >;}

planning everything out and hiding it from him is kind of a task. 😅 the guy’s pretty stealthy himself so ya gotta make sure he doesn’t sneak up on you while your prepping things.

Buuut with the help of everyone from the port mafia (except Mori- joking! he does help but Elise does 90% of the work) you planned a mini party <3

Gin got the food! (Figs and tea enters chat)

Higuchi got the decorations! (streamers, balloons, tables, chairs)

Hirotsu keeps akutagawa busy (tea and chatting LOL)

Elise makes the banners (hints poorly drawn dead versions of everyone—extra blood for aku<3)

Kajii makes (lemon shaped) confetti poppers!!

Koyo hosted/recorded it all 💗

Chuuya brought wine and the cake (both were really expensive and tasty good job Chuuya)

Q brought lots of presents!! :3

Annnnd Tachihara! Brought some ~port mafia style~ party games (you played mafia LOL)

now general relationship things 😚

He treats you like how he does Gin, there is peace between the two of you and you have friendly interactions. (Romantic as well, for you) he will even go as far as to do favors for you but we’ll dabble in that more later ☆)

acts of service is his #1 love language. There’s no convincing me otherwise. When I say ‘he will do anything for you’ besides killing this is what I mean. You really don’t have to ask either. I talk about this some more later but, examples: done with your plate? He’ll take it. He remembers you said you needed xyz, he got it for you. You said you wanted to ____ but you fell asleep, so he did it.

hope you get along with Gin because to continue a relationship with him past 2 minutes, you need to. He will never choose friends over family. I stand on that.

honest man.

Its canon, of course this would apply to a relationship too :)

you never have to worry about him lying, thankfullly. the bad news is…this guy isn’t just honest..he’s brutally honest 😀

which he’s not dumb, but he’s also not one to pacify feelings. So say you created something and you’ve been working on this piece for a while now, (whether your an artist, writer, sculptor, something else—whatever), he takes a look at it and singlehandedly points out all the flaws 🧍‍♀️

not in a rude way-

just genuinely telling your mistakes. Which- I know can hurt because you spent a lot of time on it…..but as lest you can fix it now..? 🤷‍♀️

He respects you. Of course he does! How could you love someone you don’t respect?!

why I’m mentioning this then?? Because to him, respect is very important. There’s few that he respects personally and not because of his job.

like Dazai (sorta bc of his job but shh), Gin or Atsushi (somewhat)

And just to clear it up those he has respect for because of his job would be mori or hirotsu

so the fact that you have his respect is a mile stone!! 👯‍♀️💃💃

He’s loyal but it ain’t a fault 😋🤪

seriously tho this dude is still chasing Dazai even after he “disgraced the mafia’s name” and left to the ada

So for you?? This is simply proof that he ain’t neva leavin you, and you ain’t neva leavin him 😙 (I don’t make the rules)

even If he disagrees with your actions/opinions he will talk it out with you 😱

now he might sound a bit upset, and if your acting absolute bonkers rn and need some sense smacked into you- he might yell too. But that’s mostly if it’s for your well being.

other than that, yes the hotheaded Ryuu will calm down for you (that kinda rhymes ☝️🤓)

Bonus!:

living with the Akutagawa’s! ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

going more into acts of service, you and Gin hardly ever have to worry about chores or errands

he doesn’t really do it for the purpose of your validation, and genuinely doesn’t expect a thank you either

”hm? Oh…it’s nothing.”

Is his response when you try to thank him

he does it because he’s responsible not for praise

although I will say, seeing as though he has a lot of respect for you, as I said earlier, you may get a semi flustered/shocked facial expression

not necessarily blushing, just a expression that shows it caught him off guard ;P

Its not uncommon to see him cleaning around the house and asking if you have any laundry

housewife Ryuunosuke LOL 😂

When goes out to get groceries he asks you and Gin if there’s anything specific you want him to buy and if yes, he’ll get it for you

just like in the anime with Gin, he doesn’t mind doing favors for you as well <3

if you decide you wanna clean up or go to the store yourself he won’t stop you and be like ‘nonono I got it you sit down 🥺’. I don’t mean this in a bad way but he’s not a gentleman on purpose

I feel he’s the type of guy to do things that you consider gentlemanly but he just considers it being polite

oh it’s fine he’s got the groceries 👌

got a order for pick up? Oh well he was going out anyway, he’ll get it 🤷

he’s got the door 👍

don’t worry about the bill he’ll pay it (restaurant or house bill 😉)

another thing…! ♡

sometimes when you and Gin wanna watch a movie but Ryuu’s still doing the dishes….

Rashomon!

do the dishes :3 (while he watches the movie with you guys)

I wasn’t gonna write these at first but I’m real glad I did! I love these and finally wrote for our guy Ryuunosuke!!

WHEN I TYPED DAZAI’S NAME IT AUTOCORRECTED FO DASANI AT FIRST HAHAHHAHA

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WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @pluviowriting! ❤️

I think most people have been tagged already so I’ll just throw it open to anyone else that wants to do it!

I’m not much of a writer and while I have small snippets of lore for my MC jotted down, they are very self indulgent and will never see the light of day, so I wouldn’t count them as WIPs.

BUT

I do have a little drawing of her (In fact I have a shameful number of art WIPs to choose from but the less said about that, the better 😂). But this is a fairly recent one and I said I was going to try and share more of my MC so here she is 😂 I guess it could be kind of finished as it is, but I’m toying with adding some more shading to it, so I’m going to class it as a WIP lol.

Anyway, here is my lil portrait of Rosalind. I’ve been trying to improve/get quicker at sketching, plus I downloaded some new brushes that are dreamy to draw with, so she’s been a good subject to practice with.

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Chatterbox (M, cold, 'drabble')

A little prompt-based fluff for you guys :) Reed and Greyson go out to dinner, but Reed realizes something is up when Greyson won't shut tf up lol. I'm loving writing this relationship, I can't lie, so sorry if it's too much Reed and Greyson lately - I'll get back to my other guys soon!

1.6K words (just a tiny lil blip of a story haha) CW: Male snz, coughing, fever, contagion mention. Hope you like it :)

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Reed looked down at his phone as he waited on Greyson, rereading the stream-of-consciousness texts his boyfriend had sent throughout the day.

Greyson

1:42PM

sooo pumped for tonight bb :)

1:56PM

should I wear a suit…? I know it’s a new spot but the website definitely reads ‘fine dining’, like fine-er than most of my clothes know how to be...

2:24PM

I think I’ll do dark jeans & a black button up. johnny cash style. cant go wrong w that. hahah.

3:17PM

I know ur working still but im just really excited to see you:):)

It was cute – borderline adorable – how nervous Greyson seemed for their dates, even after almost a year of the two of them being together. Reed had, of course, answered Greyson’s plethora texts throughout the day, but had tried to keep himself subdued so he wouldn’t give away his hand; tonight, he was going to ask Greyson to move in with him.

He knew it was a bit of a long time coming, but Reed was really trying to keep from scaring Greyson off by doing anything too quickly. His boyfriend certainly had a bit of past-relationship trauma that Reed tried valiantly to navigate; it was hard to figure out what the right time to do anything was. Sometimes, he wasn’t sure there was ever going to be a right time to push their relationship to the next level. But things had been good lately; like, really good. Tonight felt… right.

Greyson’s presence was palpable before Reed even saw him blow through the door. He looked up from his phone and clocked his boyfriend, standing out side the restaurant with his elbow locked over his face; Reed cocked his head a bit, confused. Was he… coughing?

The chef, clad in the Johnny-Cash-getup he’d promised, shook himself out before pushing the door to the restaurant open. He pawed at his nose with the back of his hand while asking the hostess to point Reed out – she gestured towards their table, and Greyson smiled when the two of them locked eyes. Reed waved, smiling back. Something was certainly… off.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” Greyson said, kissing the top of Reed’s head before sitting across from him. “The fuckin’ train was running late again.”

“I’ve told you a million times I’ll come pick you up for dates,” Reed said, squeezing Greyson’s hand across the table. “You don’t always have to take the train.”

Greyson shrugged, smiled a little loopily. “I like the train,” he said, picking up his menu and squinting at the small font. “Lots of time to think. I’ve come up with my best dishes on the subway, I’m pretty sure; you remember that tart I made for the writer’s dinner, the one where we saw each other for the second time? Came up with that on the train. I was sitting next to this girl, probably a student, and she was eating one of those little egg tarts, the ones from the Japanese bakeries? I thought, damn I bet a root vegetable in one of those would fuckin’ slay – spoiler alert, it so did. Where would I have come up with that if not for the train? Plus, it’s one of the most sustainable ways to travel. I get my good karma for not actively killing the environment in. Win-win. What’re we eat – HTSHH! NXTSHH!” Greyson’s explosion of word vomit was very suddenly cut off to stifle two painful-sounding sneezes into the back of his hand.

Reed blinked for what was maybe the first time since his boyfriend sat down. “...bless,” he said after a beat. Greyson nodded, sniffled a little, and picked the menu back up.

“What’s this place’s thing anyway?” Greyson continued, flipping the menu over to look at drinks. “I can’t seem to figure it out; are they Italian? Mediterranean? Fine dining? Just high-end? No tasting menu, but prices are high enough to warrant one. Wine list reads very Italian, but there are like three dishes with hummus on them? I’m half-expecting to be served babaganoush bolognese. Which… maybe would work? Actually, eggplant, tomato sauce… I could see it working. You never know. Can’t judge a book by its menu, right? What’re you drinking? Want to get a bot -?”

This second monologue was cut short when Reed reached across the table to place a gentle hand on Greyson’s face. Just as he expected: hot.

“Babe,” Reed said gently, taking his hand back, “you’re burning up.”

The chef cast his glance down, embarrassed. “You weren’t supposed to figure that out till after dinner,” he muttered. Reed laughed.

“Seriously? You had to know I’d figure something was up. You’ve been monologing since the moment you sat down. Have you been sick all day? You should’ve told me, honey. How much cough medicine did you take before you showed up here?”

Greyson looked up at Reed and gave him a little half-smile. “Pretty sure I downed half a bottle of Robutusssin, not gonna liiii – hh! HhNXTSHH-ue! Huh-TSHH-ue!” Once again, Greyson attempted to stifle, to no avail. He allowed himself two painful little coughs before righting himself again.

“Bless you,” Reed said again. “I wish you would just sneeze normal, that always sounds so painful.”

“We’re in a restaurant,” Greyson said, a huskiness beginning to creep in to his voice. “That’s so gross.”

Reed rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Who cares? No one’s looking at us. They’re too busy with their many, many hummuses.”

A laugh bubbled out of Greyson, and with it came a flurry of congested coughs he directed into the sleeve of his shirt. “Don’t mbake me laugh,” he muttered, taking a drink of water. “You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

“Good,” Reed said, flagging the waiter. “I’m so sorry,” he said when the young, well-dressed server came to their table, “something’s come up and we’re going to have to go.” He handed the kid a fifty. “Thank you for your help.”

The server nodded, said thank you to Reed, and went to grab the two men’s jackets. Greyson raised an eyebrow, confused. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking you home,” Reed said. “You need tea and soup, not…” he glanced back down at the menu, “fattoush flatbread.” Greyson visibly deflated.

“I wanted to spend the evening with you,” he said, his voice subdued. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called and canceled, I just… I mbiss you when we don’t see each other all week. You’re always busy, I’mb always busy, it just fucking sucks. I don’t even know how I got fucking sick… oh wait, yes I do. Elijah had a cold last week – was that last week? Did I tell you that? I can’t remember. I think the servers gave it to him. Fuckin’ servers, I’ve never met a group of people who get sick mbore than theehh – huh! Fuck – HUHETSHHH-ue! Huh-! HhITSZZZCH-ue!” Greyson folded in half, his torso practically beneath the table in an attempt to keep the entire restaurant from hearing him. It was, of course, at that moment that the server returned with their coats. Reed took them silently, and stood to gather his boyfriend, who slowly unfurled himself from his own lap.

“Bless you,” he said, gently helping Greyson to his feet and slipping his coat over his shoulders. He lead the two of them past the host stand and onto the sidewalk, where he turned Greyson to face him.

“First of all,” he said, sweeping Greyson’s hair out of his eyes and caressing his cheek, “I know a subset of people who get sick more than servers, and it’s chefs. You and all your chef buddies are pestilence incarnate because you work nine hundred hours a week.” This prompted a little laugh from Greyson. Perfect, thought Reed. Break the tension.

“Secondly, yes, you did tell me that Elijah was sick, and I told you, and I quote, ‘Don’t get too close, I know you two love to share a cold’, but I know you don’t like to listen to authority, so not sure what I expected.” Another laugh. Greyson pushed his hair back, rubbed his nose, and pulled Reed in to hug him. Reed continued from this spot, pressed into Greyson’s shoulder.

“And thirdly,” he said, “I miss you too. All the time. Which is why I asked you out tonight.” He pulled away, reached into his pocket, and dropped a key into Greyson’s palm. “I don’t want to miss you anymore. I don’t want you to have to take the train from Brooklyn every single night, I don’t want us to hang out once a week, I don’t want to drop you at your apartment to take care of yourself. I want to see you when I wake up every morning. I want to hear you sneak in at three AM after you and Matt go clubbing. I want to take care of you, at home, when you’re sick.” Reed smiled, a little embarrassed, as Greyson stared at the key. “Move in with me,” Reed said. “Please.”

Greyson’s mouth opened, then shut without words a couple of times before he looked Reed in the eyes. “Yes,” he said, nodding. “Okay. Yes. Yes, please.”

Reed felt a smile bloom on his face, huge, goofy, unashamed. He took Greyson’s face in his hands and planted a kiss on his lips. Greyson held his boyfriend by the waist, then picked him up to spin him around. “I love you,” Greyson muttered into Reed’s mouth.

“I love you more,” Reed said, smiling. Greyson turned away then, suddenly to -

“HRRSHH-ue! HhhITSHZZCH-ue!” he sneezed away from his boyfriend, which prompted a laugh from Reed.

“Probably too late for that nicety,” Reed joked, elbowing Greyson playfully. The chef huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

“I figured sneezing directly into your face would probably kill the moment,” he said, sniffling. “But I’ll go ahead and just do it next time.”

“Oh, shut up,” Reed laughed, kissing Greyson again. “C’mon. Let’s get you home and in bed. Sickie.”

Greyson smiled a little. “Yeah,” he said, looping his arm into Reed’s. “Let’s go home.”

[winwintea]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you for @sungbeam for the tag, yours was so prettily laid out and i was in shock. ALSO THE TAG WAS SO SWEET EVEN THOUGH WE ONLY BECAME MOOTS AT THE END OF THE YEAR. even though i really only started writing fics towards the end of the year i did write more than i thought could so it’s fun to go over yknow…

no pressure tags: @chenlesfavorite @ddolbyong @fatalhoon @galacticseonghwa @hazyhae @jirsungs @lyvhie @odxrilove @polarisjisung @peterm4rker @sehunniepot @strrykais @thatsatricky1 @viasdreams @vanesycho @wonbin-truther @yizhrt

FIRST FIC OF 2024: yours for the night ◎ park jongseong (april 20th)

chat… don’t talk to me about this one ok. DONT READ IT 😐 i can see you wanting to read it DONT ISTG. but genuinely i re-read it and cringe cause wdym i thought this was good and posted it. it was kinda rushed though, cause i think i was trying to time it with jay’s birthday. kinda funny that i’m a mainly nct account and my first fic ever posted was an enha one

LAST FIC OF 2024: mutual affection ◎ park jisung (december 25th)

start the year with fluff end the year with fluff! 🤗 this one changed drastically from it’s original concept though. it was supposed to actually be professor x reader where y/n comes in during class to deliver lunch while his students tease him but then they go on a date, except @polarisjisung liked the idea of them passing notes to each other during class 😚

LONGEST FIC: wicked love ◎ na jaemin

y’all ate this one up i’m so glad it didn’t scare you guys away. the reaction was so positive and lovely, i was a bit afraid since i’ve never written a yandere type character before. plus 5k is definitely long for me, i’m hoping to write something longer next year so wait for me okay??

MOST POPULAR FIC: inyun ◎ mark lee

lowkey didn’t expect this to do well but somehow mark lee + past lives combo works well. also did not cave into the angst ending!!!! so i don’t have much to say on this one love u all mwah mwah

PERSONAL FAV: my apology letter ◎ zhong chenle

obviously i would have to choose between winwin or chenle for this one (no shit) but genuinely as much as i hate this man so much this fic just. i don’t think i could write anything like it again? maybe? don’t trust me on that i’m unpredictable. but the idea was just insane and i can’t believe i pulled it off well in writing.

i hate zhong chenle. i hate that man why is he so writeable. WHY (i got lazy with the banners don’t kill me)

NO. 1: Zhong Chenle (12,300+)

find him in: heart to heart, secure that once upon a time, stop posting about BALLER, my apology letter

NO. 2: Na Jaemin: (9,100+)

find him in: that’s okay, wicked love

NO. 3: Huang Renjun (can’t count cause smau lol)

find him in: the last dance, and belladonna!

if y’all couldn’t tell i didn’t start seriously writing fics until the later half of the year, and i also am a new writer 🤭🤭 i started writing around march/april of this year starting off with smaus. i was also lazy with my banner making abilities so i hated that but anyways we learn!

i plan to write more obviously, it was just so fun!!!! to pump out fics in the span of 2 months but i lowkey can’t keep neglecting my smaus i feel bad 💀 but on terms of what i have on my brainstorming/working on list rn!

- an angel reader x demon haechan fic (won’t give much details bc i don’t want to spoil but hehe 😛😛)

- super super lore heavy fic involving some modern retelling of alice in wonderland theming going on but make it romeo and juliet, and detective themed with some mystery. (😐😐 this one might be so long idk if i even have the ability to write it but i will try!)

- delinquent jaem smau (i’ve talked about this before but yall cannot let me start another smau i gotta finish underneath the tree and mark lee vs the world first okay)

- upstairs neighbor haechan smau except he literally crashes through the ceiling into your room and that’s all the plot details i can tell you rn

- secure that card (but better)

- a jisung smau that will tie in every single smau i’ve ever written together (guys the winwintea universe is real)

[answithvanzz]

can i rant about Taco [bfdi] for a bit? No? well too bad 😃

She had SO much missed potential it’s crazy. She was such an interesting character and it sucks that they changed her personality post-split. Don’t get me wrong, i still love her and she’s still my absolute favorite bfdi character no matter what, but her personality was changed so much post-split and that makes me sad.

[More yapping under cut]

Pre-split, Taco was shunned from her team, which let us see a lot about her personality. She was competitive, clever, but also pretty reckless and stubborn, which is a good thing. A character can’t be a good one without flaws. She also had a sense of leadership, which was shown in bfb 1, when she lead her team to the basket, making her pretty independent and prone to taking matters into her own hands.

However, in post-split bfb, her personality changes a lot. She still has a few occasional moments where she acts like her pre-split self while competing, but she became almost a caretaker to blocky and woody which she probably wouldn’t have done if she had her old personality. After the split, she just became another bland character to shove in the background, and it sucks, it feels like the writers just didn’t have any more ideas for her. She was a very popular character pre-split, but they took away every interesting part of her character and replaced it with someone who complains alot and that played a big part her downfall and being overhated by fans.

If she had joined tpot, and kept her old personality, she would have been a way more substantial character and have way more opportunities. She could’ve been a great team leader, with her competitive and cleverness, combined with her abilities like her athleticism and heat resistance. Plus she would’ve been the perfect character to be suspicious of One! In bfb 29, she’s the one to point out that the announcer is hiding something, while nobody believes her. Which could’ve fit SO PERFECTLY with the whole current situation in tpot.

I do have more i wanna say but I’m tired and i forgot lol

also obviously this is biased since Taco’s my favorite character, [also this sucks because i suck at doing character analysises and wrote this tired asf the night before my school resumes after winter break] and I don’t have anything against post-split Taco [I love her either way], i just would’ve preferred it more if she joined tpot or just kept her personality.

Anyways thank you for coming to my Ted Talk and have some Taco images i got from the latest tpot episode

[findmeintheferns]

your bestfriend’s roommate

(part one)

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: you’ve had the same plug for years, but he wasn’t replying & you were desperate. your bestfriend had been wanting you to switch to her roommate for ages so fuck it. problem is though, you weren’t expecting her to be this attractive…

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷��𝓷𝓰: a lil bit of smut, drug use (weed), slowish burn, kinda boring sorry lol writers block

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2.2 k

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: dealer ellie williams (TLOU) x reader (y/n)

You stare down at your phone for the 100th time only to once again get met with a blank screen. It had been 5 whole hours yet still nothing. You tried not to let it bother you but at this point you were well and truly feeling impatient. You groan, flipping the phone over so you can no longer fixate on it.

Dina notices your frustration, “I’ve told you so many times that my friend is a way better plug, she replies almost instantly. Plus, she’s in my dorm, you can visit me & stock up at the same time.”

You’ve heard this spiel before, but you weren’t sold on it. You liked having a dealer that was strictly business, you’ve never been one to want to stay and chat, you just want to get your weed so you can go home & get high as soon as possible. Plus, you’ve had the same dealer for over 2 years now, going to someone else would be like a betrayal.

You go to reply but Dina beats you to it,

“Yeah, yeah I know. You guys have an unbreakable bond or whatever.”

You give her a small smile, “I mean hey if he doesn’t reply in the next hour, I might get desperate. I told Alex we could smoke & get ice-cream tonight.”

Dina lets out a snort, “Oof yeah, you’ll definitely be needing the weed if you’re spending the night hanging out with him.”

You roll your eyes, not wanting to reply to her snarky comment. You had nearly been dating for nearly a year, but she still hated him. She never really liked him in the first place, she says ‘his vibe is off’, whatever that means. After a little incident with his best friend Mia however, her dislike turned to hatred. Nothing bad even happened, you overreacted. They hung out, you weren’t aware, and you walked in on them hugging. You got upset at first yeah, but he reassured you that it meant nothing, that she was having a bad day and it was just a simple hug. You believe him, so that’s that.

Dina grabs your phone from off the table, distracting you from your thoughts.

“Just let me put her number in your contacts in case okay? Her name’s Ellie.”

“Fineeeee. I need to go anyway. If I don’t study for this exam I’m screwed, I slept through like half of the lectures.” You sigh, stressed about all the content you have to somehow remember over the span of a few days.

Dina pulls you into a hug, “You’re terrible. Good luck with that, I love you dumbass.”

You pull away and laugh at your brutally honest friend as she begins to walk away, “Yeah, yeah, I love you too I guess.”

You grab your bag, placing a tip under your now empty coffee cup before leaving the little café.

You stare at the clock, it’s an hour before you’re meant to meet Alex and your dealer still hasn’t replied.

“Ughhhhhhh. Whatever. Fine. Fuck it.” you murmur, pulling out your phone.

You really didn’t feel like texting a new dealer, you’re pretty introverted already and it seemed like a lot of effort. But what were you supposed to do.

You unlock your phone and open contacts, Ellie’s profile popping up straight away. You send a short text, introducing yourself as Dina’s friend and asking if she had anything to sell tonight, you weren’t in a place to be picky.

To your surprise it was only 5 minutes before you received a reply. Her response was short too;

-

ellie: yeah, i’ve got a bunch. do you want to come here & pick up? that way you can decide what you want

y/n: oh okay, sure. what time?

ellie: now?

y/n: okay. see u in 5.

ellie: you know where to find me

-

You did appreciate that she didn’t drag out the conversation, but you were still nervous about meeting someone new. Dina’s dorm room is only a short walk from yours which you couldn’t lie, was pretty convenient if Ellie did become your new dealer. Once you arrive at the door you stop for a moment and take a deep breath in, hoping the conversation would be as short as it always was with your normal dealer. If only Dina was here to make things less awkward, but she had volleyball on tonight.

You knock and the door opens instantly. Suddenly your whole body completely stiffens as your eyes meet the girl opening the door. You know you should be speaking right now, but you’re weren’t mentally prepared for this. She looked absolutely nothing like you had imagined. You don’t know why but you kinda assumed she’d be on the gross & dodgy side. She was in fact the complete opposite. She was wearing baggy grey sweatpants and a tank top that hugged her body. Her short brown hair was half tied up in a little knot, her fringe falling over her face. She must of been getting ready for bed. You really wish Dina had gone into more detail when describing her, you weren’t prepared for her to be this…well, attractive, for lack of better words.

“Y/n? You here to pick up yeah?” Ellie’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, yeah, sorry. Yes I am” you quickly respond, kinda embarrassed about the pause.

“All good, come in and I’ll get you what you need. Sorry about the mess.”

You walk inside the dorm, you had been in there before obviously, but not while Ellie was there. You never even really payed attention to her side of the room yet now you can’t take your eyes off it.

“So, what are you after? I’ll see if I have some.” Ellie asks

“Honestly I don’t mind. Whatever’s your favourite at the moment”

You don’t want to drag this out, you need to head to Alex’s soon and you already feel awkward from the previous interaction.

“Hmmm. Probably blue dream then, it’s mostly Sativa. Really helps with relaxing.”

You shrug “I trust you.”

She puts your weed into a small ziplock baggie and you pay. You quickly try and say goodbye as you walk towards the door but she stops you

“Yeah you’re gonna have to stay at least for a little longer.”

Confused, you stare at her blankly, “Umm, why?”

She returns your glare, “Have you never picked up before or something?”

This kinda offends you and you don’t really know why.

“Yes I have. For your information my dealer just isn’t responding tonight. This is a one off.”

Ellie scoffs, “Huh, lemme guess. Derek is your dealer?”

This takes you back for a moment,

“Yeah… how do you know that?”

She laughs, relaxing her stance and moving to lean back onto her bed.

“Makes sense why you don’t know pick up etiquette. You need to stay here for a little so it doesn’t look sus. Otherwise cops will catch on, just like with your friend Derek. He was lazy and now he’s screwed. You definitely won’t be hearing from him for a while.”

Great. Well that makes sense why he wasn’t responding. You sigh and flop down onto Dina’s bed, staring up at the roof. You really don’t feel like staying here for any longer.

“Aww, am I that terrible to hang out with?”

You roll your head to stare at her, but she’s already looking at you. You wonder what she’s thinking.

“It’s not that” You lie, because it kinda is. “I’m just meant to be meeting up with Alex right now”

She laughs to herself again, “Oh that’s right, Alex, your boyfriend.”

“What’s funny about that? How do you even know that?” you retort, pissed off at this point.

“No, no, nothing. Dina told me is all.” She smiles

You sit up, ready to leave, “Right, well, I need to go. Thanks for the weed.”

You move towards the door but once again Ellie stops you before you can open it.

“Hey, I’m sorry” She says softly “I didn’t meant to upset you, stay a little longer and have a joint.”

The way she’s looking at you makes your stomach churn, but not in a bad way. There’s something so endearing about her, even when she’s pissing you off.

“I really should go, I’ll be late” You respond, trying to not be tempted by the offer.

“It’s on me, just because I annoyed you” she smirks.

You know you should decline, but it’s a lot harder than it would seem.

“Fine. One joint”

So, you didn’t just have one joint, you both shared quite a few. You weren’t sure if it was just the weed that made being around Ellie more manageable, but you were actually having fun. You unintentionally lost track of time, talking about anything and everything. Ellie told you all about her Astronomy major and her favourite astronaut, Sally Ride. You told her about how much you hated math and your inability to focus during lectures. You had moved closer together so that you were both laying down, squished on the same bed staring at the roof. Ellie turned her head to face yours,

“You look pretty stoned” she whispered, a big grin on her face.

She was so close to you it made you nervous, but also kinda excited. She looked incredibly attractive, you kept trying to deny it, but you couldn’t help it. The way she held herself, the way she spoke, her looks, all of it was pulling you in even though you knew it shouldn’t.

You giggled, wanting to reply with a snarky comment but being too high to think of one. You went to take the joint from her, but got distracted by the tattoo on her arm. It was pretty big, it was some sort of moth and a fern. You followed it down until it ended, stopping at her hand. You intertwined your fingers with hers, lifting it up so you could get a better look.

“What?” she laughed, confused as to what you were trying to do.

You didn’t think, you just spoke, “You have really attractive hands Ellie”

For a moment she looked taken back by your comment, but she was too high too overthink it. She moved so that her body was on top of yours, your hands still connected. You felt yourself getting wet, too horny to think about the consequences of what was happening right now. She grinded her thigh into your pussy causing your eyes to roll back as you let out a soft moan. She leaned down and pushed your hair behind your ear.

“Oh yeah?” she whispered, replying to your previous statement “You should see what they can d-“

Ellie was cut off by the sound of ringing. Fuck. You jerk up, grabbing your phone. Surely enough, it was Alex calling. What had you done.

“Fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck” you mumble under your breath, picking up the phone call.

-

Alex: “Y/n? You okay?”

Y/n: “Alex I’m so sorry I was studying and I must have fallen asleep.”

Alex: “Ah, no weed then?”

Y/n: “No weed, I’m sorry. Rain check?”

Alex: “All good, love you.”

Y/n: “Love you.”

-

You felt incredibly guilty, probably the most guilty you’ve ever felt in your life. How could you lose track of time like that? How could you act on impulse like that?

Ellie broke you out of your train of thought “Shit. I don’t even know how that happened. Y/n? Are you okay? Fuck I’m sorry.”

You knew you had to leave before you made an even more regrettable decision. Quickly grabbing your stuff you began to walk to the door,

“All good. I need to go. Thanks, erm, for the weed”

Ellie tries to say something else but it’s too late, you are out of the dorm in no time, almost sprinting back to your room.

That night you got barely any sleep, mad at yourself for taking things so far. You knew it was wrong, so why did you feel yourself wanting more.

[bomber-grl]

Hiro Hamada x Adhd! reader

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader

Ps I’m not an expert but tried my best! @kidkadd

Ok so I don’t think hiro would really care, in the sense that he’s indifferent if you were to ever tell him

I’ve got some personal headcanons I have for him but let’s stick to canon

Well anyway, when you mention your hyper fixations or just talk about them a lot hiro is always listening

He may seem distracted by SFIT assignments but more likely than not he’s listening in and would probably stop and look at you if you were to ever give some serious lore drops

If you were to ever get worried that he’d grow tired of your seemingly restless talking about said hyper fixations then best believe he doesn’t

On the contrary, he’d honestly probably want to know more about it and probs join the fandom alongside you 😭💀

Well, only if he has time or finds it interesting

He’d still listen regardless

If you’re the type to be hyper fixated on things every other week then he’ll probs mention some content/ fandoms he’s part of and indulge lolol

He’d honestly probs love having you around because of how energetic u can be sometimes

He’d probably be exhausted and you’ll just be over here having a random burst of energy

Most likely gives him motivation to continue working especially if he’s got no motivation lol

Plus it’s a definite extra when he wants to sneak out and you eventually become a go to

Honestly hiro would probably just get used to your forgetfulness 😭😭

At this point it’s ingrained in his head to expect you to forget atleast one thing or even something you’re going to say

Learns to just go along with it

And when you inevitably get burnt out then he’d be there too

Doesn’t really have a choice but atleast he’d try his best to just support you

Yknow, despite his moods and how much he tries to act like a menace to society it’s obvious he still cares for you

On the very other end of the spectrum, when you draw or involve everything you do with what your fixated on he’d probs actually get inspo from it

He’d probably just give you credit but if you were to every mention being the reaosn he got out of (whatever is the equivalent of robotics to writers block) then he’ll deny it like his life depends on it

-

Hopefully it was good enough 😭I mostly based it off the req and if there are any problems then I’ll be sure to fix anything!

[nanathott]

Hey Nana! So I read this blog where this ADULT person (+22) had rules like “nyanya nya if you’re someone who says ‘don’t write about these characters they’re minors’ just block me. Aged up is like a timeskip in the manga except here it’s in a fanfic and it’s not canon, so what’s the difference between aged up fanfic and a canon timeskip? Plus they’re just 2d characters.” I HAVE to add that this person writes “light” incest but not “heavy” incest, like if it wasn’t the same shit wtffff

Honestly it pissed me off lol cause like, what even separates them from pedos at this point? (I didn’t mention but obviously this person writes suggestive/nsfw content about minor characters.) The moment you’re imagining that minor character in a sexual context or in certain positions I don’t see how it’s any different (or am I overreacting?)

Aaaanyway SORRYYYY (sometimes I feel like you need to have zero morals and zero values to be on apps like tumblr or ao3. But honestly the worst are the people reading that shit and hyping up the writers. It’s so inconsiderate to the people who have to live with that kind of traumas/struggles..)

(One time I was looking for a Chainsaw Man fanfic on ao3 and against my will I stumbled upon someone writing Denji x SIX YO/EIGHT YO!reader??????? (As a victim of pedophilia I legit thought I was gonna throw up. Like an idiot I read the comments hoping someone would call out how messed up it was and WHAT DID I SEE??? “Omg this is so good, I love it” and I wanted to lose it and start cutting heads off lol🤕))

ANYWAY! Have a great day Nana!! (Oh idk if I said this already (yeah this is all unplanned, I’m just talking with my heart hihi and forgetting stuff) but I wanted your pov, your thoughts or idk, I just wanted to share this lol) HAVE A GREAT DAY AGAIN! <3

that’s so insane, the reason why aging up minor characters is fucking weird is because THERE IS NO CANNON TIMESKIP, you saw them as a kid, look like a kid and act like a kid and got the urge to write smut about them….. that’s weird, the only reason they’re “aging them up” is just a way for them to attempt at justifying what they’re doing so they don’t feel like a creep (it’s still weird as fuck)

^ this goes heavy for mha characters bcs they reeeeally look and act like kids esp in the earlier seasons when they’re still naive and learning, not to mention they’re literally in a high school setting

but i totally agree, ik people have mixed feelings on this and smut about minors will always be a problem and cause discourse but idk, maybe those of us who are victims of pedophillia are more sensitive to these things but regardless of whether they’re their fictional characters or not it just feels gross

it feels like stripping them of their innocence esp in cases where people write smut for denji like u said, he’s dumb, uneducated, inexperienced, and is obviously a repeated victim of sexual assault and people use that as a way to write smut for him… it’s so strange, like leave that kid alone

[your-unfriendlyghost]

4, 5, 7, 14

(Okay I really liked these ones fyi)

4. Rank the main 7.

  Ooh tough one. I guess right now, in order of favorite to least favorite, I’d have to go Sodapop, Two-Bit, Steve, Johnny, Ponyboy, Dally, and then finally Darry. But it’s pretty close, and the order changes day by day honestly- I like all of them a lot, y’know? I guess the only one I don’t think about too often is Darry. I still like him and think he’s a really well-written character- I just don’t have a lotta original thoughts about him, is all, whereas I do about all the others. 

5. What are your fave ships?

  In a truly shocking turn of events, I, a frequent draw-er and writer of Stevepop, am going to say Stevepop. I dunno, something about them just makes me happy. Reminds me of like…daydreams I had when I was twelve and crushing on my best friend, and trying to get her attention by doing stupid things and whatever…god I don’t really know how to explain why I like it. Before this fandom I didn’t usually ship things, to be honest. But I guess when I did it’d be stuff like Jesslake in Infinity Train, where it’s the sorta thing that can be seen as platonic or romantic. I reckon Stevepop scratches a similar itch in my brain lol

  But I also really like Marcia x Two-Bit, which I haven’t really talked about here much- They had good chemistry, y’know? I oughta draw something about them sometime

  And then finally there’s my DIY crack-ish ship Soda x Steve x Evie. I like them! It’s all the things I like about Stevepop, plus there’s a cool girl in the mix! I love cool girls! More folks should think about them i think

  I do like other ships okay too- like the Tarry crowd has dragged me in, and sometimes the Jally crowd does too, along with Purly and occasionally Johnnyboy. I’m not an active participant, but when I come across it, I sorta mentally nod and say “nice”, you dig? They’re like…my ship-in-laws. Or like…milk duds and hershey bars- candy I still enjoy, but reach for only after I’m out of milky ways and twizzlers.

7. What are your fave non-romantic relationships? (This can be close friends, familial, enemies or even just acquaintances)

  Two-Bit and Pony! I like them a lot. Their interactions in the book were some of my favorite parts. That line when Two-Bit was worried about Ponyboy using that broken bottle on the Socs…ugh that part was great. I remember reading it for the first time and just sitting there thinking about how much I liked that detail.

  Then on the opposite side of the coin, Steve and Pony lol. I LOVE how Pony doesn’t initially like Dally or Steve, and yet Dally’s chill with Pony…but with Steve the disdain is mutual. Jk I don’t think Steve really hates Pony- but he definitely thinks Pony’s kinda annoying. I like the idea of him watching out for Pony anyways though, like at school especially now that Soda’s not going.

14. Tell us five of your headcanons you basically see as canon

Sodapop has ADHD and maybe (?) dyslexia, but it’s the 60s so he won’t find out till he’s well into adulthood

Marcia gave Two-Bit her real number, and was disappointed when he didn’t call it. I like to imagine they end up remeeting at some point and going out together- even if that’s kinda unrealistic lol

Steve hated Dally when he first rolled into town, because Dally was everything he really wanted to be- tough, cool, and street-smart. And he was also scared of losing Soda, who thought Dally rocked- because Dally’s from New York and rides in rodeos! Eventually they became buddies though when Dally gave Steve a compliment or something. Not even a particularly good one- something like “Hey you ain’t bad at fighting”- just barely enough for Steve to feel like Dally’s earned a little bit of his loyalty. Might write fic/make a comic for this- it’s kinda niche but I think the idea is funny

Steve and Soda secretly listen to the Beach Boys at the DX. They can’t tell anyone because it’s not tuff to like a dumb California band. And Ponyboy would like the Beatles if he listened to them, but he doesn’t, so he won’t realize that until years after Beatlemania has died down

Steve is not just a Ponyboy hater but also a horses-in-general hater. He thinks horses are scary and unpredictable and that cars were invented for a reason. He was secretly relieved when Mr. Curtis stopped Soda from riding rodeos, because seeing Soda on a crazy horse gave him mad anxiety. Pretended he was sad though for Soda’s sake

Thanks so much for asking!! I loved answering these so much lol, definitely let me know your thoughts too on ‘em!

[sufferu]

first of all let me say this,

I fucking love your writing style,

it feels so genuine, and where reactionist whdaa is a great react fanfic

yours are a great immersion fanfic,

the characters feel so real so thank you for that,

bht getting back to your reponse,

I read up on your juemeila tag and it makes sense

but still feels icky

the reason your facing backlash is because at the core of rezero no matter how toxic it is, it’s a love story between Subaru and her,

the whole story is about what he does for her,

plus in reality the characters arnt naive , everyone knows how much he loves emelia so for her to get closer to Julius especially considering the timing is poor,

I love your writing and especially the feeling around rem and her toxic relationship with Subaru you fucking nailed that,

but as a new reader I would advice being hesitant on fully committing to Julius and emelia

I would hate for a promising fanfic author stories comments to be flooded with hate over a small detail on a otherwise amazing fanfic,

my personal opinion would be to keep the original idea of them bonding over the loss of the Subaru they love, but eventually having her reconcile with Subaru on a more equal platform,

because no matter how good of a writer you are , rezero fanfic readers are here for fluff especially with Subaru and that revolved around him actually getting the girl ,

Anyways ,

I’m excited to see what you write , keep up the good work bro, I see how fast you respond to comments and it’s clear your committed ,

First of all — I’m glad you’re enjoying Dogshow! I’ve had the idea in my head for a while now, so it makes me happy to see that other people are also having fun with that one, lol. And I’m glad you liked my thoughts on Rem!

But about the Julimilia thing…

Look. I’m not going to say that I absolutely cannot be convinced to change my mind/go in a different direction. Anything is possible. But the absolute last reason for me to do something like that would be because I’m scared of what other people might think of what I’m writing. Nobody is paying me to write this, lol, and while I do greatly enjoy reader engagement, I ultimately write fanfiction because I want to write it and because there are certain stories that I want to read that are not currently out there. I’m not going to stop what I’m doing solely because it turns out to not be the story that other people want to read: the impact that such a decision would have on my own enjoyment aside, I would consider that a betrayal of my own integrity as a writer.

And on a personal note — I really don’t care about Emisuba, lol, at least not to the extent that it’s this golden calf or something. I don’t have a real problem with it or anything — it’s cute — but if I think that destroying that ship will make for a better story, then I really don’t have a problem destroying it. The point of fanfiction is to do something different from canon, whether that relates to shipping, plot divergence, total aus, character studies from slightly different angles, canon-compliant additional scenes, etc. And if I think that exploring the question of “What if Subaru really doesn’t get the girl?” legitimately adds some sort of thematic value to the story that I’m writing, then I’m going to go ahead and explore it.

If I get backlash for it then I get backlash for it. Y’all are welcome to send me all the backlash for it you like, lol, I won’t stop you. Like I do joke about how I’m absolutely cooked as soon as I actually get to this plotpoint but like — an emotional reaction is an emotional reaction, and if I can invoke a strong one then I consider that a success as a writer. A win is a win.

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

It was tough! Although I watched, and really enjoyed, Yellowjackets during season 1, I got super into it, and obsessed with Nat in particular, while season 2 was airing. I remember towards the beginning of the season I was looking up bts stuff and seeing JL wasn't super happy about Nat's storyline and then reading someone on reddit saying they met her on a plane and she told them she was done with tv and would be sticking to movies, and I was like "uh oh..." but still had hope thinking she was talking post YJ. But then all the hints at Lottie's compound about a sacrifice being needed were eating at me and then as soon as 2x08 aired I was like, fuck, it's happening, the incoming parallel with what happened with Javi was so obvious. Plus the writers kept mentioning how Nat seeing Misty at the bonfire was gonna come up again, and then with what happened with Krystal, the Misty killing Nat parallel was also obvious. I remember after 2x08 aired I went to a party and when I found out some of the ppl there also watched the show I started drunkenly ranting about how scared I was they were gonna kill Nat off and how much I loved her and it got kinda awkward cuz ppl just weren't matching my emotional investment, lol. Anyway, I stayed up 'til midnight to watch the ep, and was dreading it the whole time, and I remember Christina Ricci making an instagram post an hour or two before the episode dropped and, if i'm not mistaken, I think she was talking about how grateful she was to have worked with JL, or something like that, all but spoiling it, and then deleting immediately after once she realized. Then midnight struck and I immediately jumped forward to see if Nat made it, she didn't, and I cried all night. 😭😭

What bothered me (one of many things) was how many ppl were quick to justify Nat's death with her story coming full circle from that Javi moment, talking about how everything makes sense and how she got to make amends for what happened etc, but as a viewer it felt so unsatisfying to watch bc they set that up in 2x08 to immediately call back to it, and wrap it up, in 2x09. So even though, sure, things came full circle, as a viewer the pacing of this big reveal and then parallel/resolution felt so rushed. Not to mention the messiness of adult Nat's season 2 storyline overall, her changes in attitude/beliefs were so sudden (I remember many ppl were thinking she was actually faking going along with Lottie and was going to betray her in the finale).

Oh wow I would have absolutely lost my shit if I was watching S2 as it aired. I honestly feel lucky that I started the show right after S2 finished airing because having Nat’s death spoiled for me beforehand actually allowed me to process it as I watched the show and got to know her character. If I saw that death scene at the level of obsession with this show that I’m at now, things would’ve been bad lol. But having that knowledge before let me appreciate some of the foreshadowing and signs of her death throughout the show, along with recognizing how her arc was shaping while knowing how it ends.

I also got Jackie’s death spoiled for me before watching the show, too, though, and I must say I really wish I had gone into that part blind. I feel like the impact would be so much more intense and I wish I got to experience that.

And omg I had never heard about the Christina Ricci spoiling it thing! That’s wild. I love that she couldn’t wait to spread the JL love until the episode aired lol.

What you described about feeling that worry about Nat potentially dying going into S2 and seeing all the signs of it is how I feel right now about Lottie in S3👀 Laura Lee popping up in the season finale is suspicious to me along with Courtney Eaton and Simone Kessell filming scenes together at the end of the season… Idk things aren’t looking good. But also I feel like it would be wild to kill off (arguably) the show’s two fan favorite characters two seasons in a row. But I definitely feel like one of the main survivors is going to die at the end of Season 3, just can’t tell who it is yet.

Also, I totally agree with you about Nat’s death feeling rushed. I’ve talked about it before, but Nat’s rapid character development at Lottie’s compound didn’t feel natural to me at all, and it seemed like the pacing of Nat’s storyline was so slow until like the last two episodes where it was suddenly so fast without explanation, context, or time to process anything. It felt like they were trying to wrap everything up with a nice little bow but it just ended up being a disservice to the character. I appreciate the way Nat’s story ended and the resolution of her survivor’s guilt arc, but I didn’t appreciate the lack of time that was put into fully fleshing out that arc and making her death feel worth it. Also, I really really would have liked to see Nat in the adult timeline paralleled with her time as leader in the wilderness timeline (especially Nat and Shauna’s interactions in the adult timeline paralleled with their leadership conflicts in the past) but now we never will I guess🤷‍♀️ Overall, I feel like they let go of Nat’s character too soon and what we did get of her in S2 was definitely rushed. Her wilderness storyline was perfect though👌

[milkywaygg]

A Papa's Fears

AN: I’ve finally gotten around to writing again after not being able to sleep (3 hrs before work too rip) but I couldn’t wait around to write this. Mama Cosma in this is VERY different than the one I normally write her as, so you can consider this non-canon to my AU (or not even part of) if you like. I’ve just been going through a huge writer’s block lately, plus my Splatoon addiction doesn’t help lol. But I’ll try to post more often. Anyways, enjoy! Also MPREG is involved in this fanfic as most of my work is, so if that’s not something you’re comfortable with, this isn’t the story for you.

Mr. Cosma sighed a breath of exhaustion as he slunk down on the vibrant, purple couch: the weight of his belly finally overcoming him. Taking off the pink apron that he had sported ever since his wife had left for work that morning, he took a long look around the house, satisfied with his work. Every unused outlet plugged up, the kitchen counters and doors covered with child locks, furniture dusted, floors vacuumed, baby-gates installed. All that was left was for his wife to come home and help him install carbon monoxide detectors and make sure fresh batteries were placed in the smoke detectors.

The longer he sat around and looked however, he couldn’t help but feel like something was missing, but he couldn’t remember what it was. The cleaning supplies had been moved from the kitchen sink to his and his wife’s bathroom, the nursery was set up, and he had just about checked every aspect of the house, MULTIPLE times. What could he possibly be missing? As he shuffled around the couch to look over the living room for the hundredth time, he let out a yelp as a glowing, gold light ignited, forcing him off as he watched the couch shrink, becoming miniscule compared to is wand that he left on the couch. Letting out a small squeak, Mr. Cosma launched himself towards the wand and grabbed it, shaking it to stop its magic; the couch no bigger the size of a mint.

How could I be so stupid. We can’t be leaving these around! What if the baby gets a hold of one? What if…oh how could I forget so easily.

“Honey? What happened to our couch?”, his wife asked, closing the front door behind her as she placed down her briefcase, “And what are you doing? I thought I told you to take it easy today.”

“I-I-I I know hun. I just…”, Mr. Cosma stammered, unable to answer his wife. Smiling gently at him, Mrs. Cosma pulled out her wand and pointed it towards their mint-sized couch, turning it back to normal. “I-I’m so sorry darling. It was an accident. I-I was just so lost in thought that I-“

“Babe, sit down. You standing around all stressed out is not good for the baby.”, Mrs. Cosma said softly, placing his hands on her husband’s shoulders, sitting him down gently, “What’s the matter? How did this happen?”

“I-I just…”, Mr. Cosma stuttered some more, before tears started sprouting from his emerald green eyes, staining his reading glassed, “I’m sorry. I-I just wanted to help.”

“Shh…shh…baby it’s ok.”, she said soothingly, hugging him gently as she rubbed his back.

“I ruin everything.”

“No you don’t darling. Why do you think you ruin everything?”

“I-I’m such an idiot. I was trying to make sure our home w-was safe for our baby since he’s almost here and I…I left my wand on the couch and it shrunk..and I almost got hit..and what if that had been our baby”

“Ok babe, breathe for me.”, Mrs. Cosma instructed, grabbing his hands firmly as she demonstrated a proper breath. She let him continue sobbing before he started breathing, his tears finally coming to a halt. “Do you need some water?”

“No dear…”, he sniffed, “I just want our baby to be safe. I-I knew I was forgetting something. I didn’t even think about what would happen if he got a hold of our wands. He can’t use adult magic yet! He’s not ready!”

“Sweetheart, it’s ok. We’re going to lock them up from now on. It was just a little accident. Don’t beat yourself up. The fact that you’re even worrying this much just proves to me that you don’t ruin everything. I’m sure you’re doing to be the best father in the world to our little Cosmo.”, she said softly, wiping the last of his tears from his cheek, “Think about it. It’s a good thing this happened. If it happened, then you wouldn’t have remembered our wands, right?”

“I-I guess so. Just..”, Mr. Cosma sighed, anxiety still overcoming his body as he looked down at his belly, “I’m sorry darling. I’ve been such a handful lately. I-I’m just ready for him to be born so bad. I’m tired of all these hormones, I’m tired of the vomiting, and I-I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to come home to me looking like a mess. I haven’t even started dinner yet.”

“Then we’ll get something delivered. It’s no big deal. I just want you to rest. We don’t have much time left anyways, but you worrying about everything and stressing yourself out isn’t going to do any good.”, Mrs. Cosma said, “I know you want to give the baby a good home. I do too, and I’m glad you’re taking all the precautions into doing so, but you’ve got to take care of yourself too, especially since we’re due pretty soon.”

“Well..I just…I don’t want anyone to die from an accident. Of course, I’m especially talking about the baby but what if something happens to you or I? What if something happens to me that I can’t take care of my baby. What if an accident like this kills us-“

Mrs. Cosma interrupted her husband by kissing him on the mouth, pulling him close and allowing him to melt into her body, a sense of security and warmth around him.

“Darling, please just trust me. Trust me to provide and take care of his household, and trust yourself that you’re going to do a good job with the baby, ok? No more worrying. Cosmo doesn’t want daddy to worry anymore.”, she smiled at him, “Everything’s going to be ok. I promise you. I love you too much to lie to you.”

“I-I love you too. Thank you.”, Mr. Cosma said softly, sniffing though his tears were finally clearing up, “Honey?”

“Yes dear?”

“Do you know if we have any pickles left? And peanut butter?”

“Yes but don’t spoil your dinner. I’m about to order.”, she laughed softly as she made her way towards the landline phone in the kitchen, “Pizza ok?”

[megamindsecretlair]

It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 5

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. Cursing, SMUT. Unprotected PIV (wrap it!), fingering fem receiving, dirty talk, pet names, possession kink, cum play. Angst. Dom Sam, some fluff. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. You spend the night with Sam. But in the morning, reality comes crashing in.

Word Count: 3,641k

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A/N: Whew, I am just loving this series with each new chapter. They're so cute, they make me sick. LOL. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @multiversefanfics @chaos-4baby @wanniiieeee @hidden-treasures21 @targaryenvampireslayer @leahnicole1219

After a short nap, you and Sam spent all night teasing and kissing each other. In between kisses, you’d talk more about places you wanted to visit and things you wanted to see. He had ordered food, not wanting to spend a minute out of bed longer than he needed to.

Now that you two had crossed that line, there were no more barriers. He’d touched you just because he wanted to; because he wanted his skin on yours. You’d find little ways to pick at him and hug him and poke him. 

After dinner, you two had snuggled up and watched TV. It didn’t even matter what you threw on. You talked through the whole thing anyway. Sam told you more stories about the good days he had in the military.

“You sure you don’t miss it?” 

Sam shrugged. He rubbed circles on your hip as he thought about his answer. “Yes and no. I like that no one’s screaming in my ear or telling me what to do. I miss being on a team though. I miss the bonds, the camaraderie. Fighting for a common goal,” he said. 

You nodded and played with his arm. “Do you ever call up your buddies? Get together?” 

“After Riley died, no one really had the heart to keep the group going. We’ll meet up every few months to make sure everyone is still breathing but that’s about it,” he said.

“Sounds like you should call them,” you said and smiled at him. 

“I probably should. I can say that I’m glad I’m out. I got to meet you,” he said.

“You’re so corny,” you said and poked him in the arm. He laughed and squeezed your hip. 

“I’m serious!” 

“That’s what makes you so corny!” You said. 

“Oh that’s how it is?” He asked. He started to tickle you and you squealed, trying to get away from him. He pinned you beneath him and you struggled trying to buck him off. He only chuckled and gripped your wrists a little tighter. He held both to the mattress, on either side of your head. 

“No fair. You cheated,” you said and pouted.

“I play dirty, better watch me,” he said. 

He hovered above you. He stared and started to lean down, capturing your lips in a sinful kiss. The kiss was slow and methodical. As if the world stopped and the only thing that mattered was only your lips pressed against his. 

You were both still naked and his body slid against yours. He was so smooth and smelled so damn good. Even after all the moving and rubbing you had done earlier. He smelled like him and sex and bright spring. It was a concoction you could find yourself getting used to. 

His dick pressed against your thigh and you could feel it getting thicker, heavier, as it twitched against you. You moved your hand to cup him and he groaned. You fondled his balls and depending on how he sighed or moaned, you quickly learned how to please him. If you squeezed and rubbed just…right…

Sam jerked and put his hand over yours to stop you. You broke the kiss and pouted, looking at him with big doe eyes. 

He chuckled and huffed. “You’re gonna get me in trouble doing that,” he said.

“I just want to please you,” you said. 

“You already do, little one,” he said.

Your eyes widened with pleasure before you slapped at his shoulder. He laughed and half rolled off of you so that he wasn’t crushing you. You missed his warm embrace instantly. You wanted him to crush you. To give you all of his weight. You wanted him like your own personal weighted blanket. To stuff all of the big emotions back into you and keep you grounded. If you could still breathe, there was a serious issue. 

“You are not going to let me live that down, are you?” You asked. 

“Not a chance,” he said. He kissed your cheek and nuzzled his way to your neck. He licked the sensitive spot under your ear making you curl even tighter against him. He kept licking that area and you fidgeted. It was both ticklish and erotic at the same time and you didn’t know how to cope.

He brought his hand up and started to pluck your nipples. You hadn’t thought they were that sensitive. Your past lovers hadn’t paid that much attention to them and it didn’t cross your mind to ask them to. 

But when Sam played with them, it was like they were the most sensitive things on your body. Every pluck and twist sent bursts of desire straight to your pussy, making you contract and get wetter by the second. 

Sam moved his tongue down your neck and you moaned, enjoying the feeling of him surrounding you and all of your senses. 

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy. I hope you know that,” he said against your neck. He leaned up to look you in the eyes as he played with your other nipple. 

“I don’t think I heard right the first time. Maybe you should tell me again,” you said.

He grinned and tugged on your nipple, eliciting a hiss from you. “Smart ass.” 

His entire hand encompassed your titty. He kneaded and massaged it and before long, you were squirming. 

“Sam…” you said. You couldn’t stand it. You needed his hand and attention elsewhere. 

“Yes?” He asked innocently. 

“I need you inside me again,” you said. There was no reason to be shy about it. Not with someone as wonderful as Sam. 

“No,” he said. 

You scoffed and your eyes flew wide. You gaped at him and he chuckled. He leaned down and sucked on one nipple. “I wanna play with these a little longer,” he said. 

You groaned. Because his mouth was wet and hot and every time he breathed out, it fanned over your wet nipple. It beaded under his attention and you couldn’t lie still. 

“Stop moving, little one,” Sam demanded. He used a rougher, deeper tone and your body stilled. He caressed your cheek for half a moment before trailing a finger down your chin, down your neck, in between your breasts. 

Your skin pebbled. Goosebumps broke out where he touched. The air conditioner blasted cold air into the room, further blowing air over your nipple. It was cold and puckered. Sam looked at you greedily. Hungry. Like he didn’t know which part he wanted to eat first. 

He drew a wide circle on your belly, over your stretch marks, dipping lower but not going past your belly button. 

“Tease,” you told him. 

He smirked but there was no humor in his eyes. This was a completely new side to him. When you first met him, you thought he was cute but safe. There was nothing wrong with being safe and it’s not like you were looking for someone toxic. But from the way he dressed, he just screamed that he was chill. Easy going. Quick to laugh, slow to temper. Dependable. A stickler for rules and disciplined enough to jog every morning.

But the look in his eyes right now was dangerous. This was a dangerous man. The type that would have you speaking in tongues, jumping up to cook him breakfast, and massage his scalp while he played video games. 

He moved his hand lower, into your damp curls, and played with your clit. He kept his eyes trained on you as he teased your little nub, drawing out breathy moans from you. He removed his hand and licked his finger. Licking you off of him. 

You watched him do it. His finger disappeared inside of his mouth and you never wanted to be a finger so badly. He moaned around the taste of you on his tongue and you sighed with need. 

“Open up for me,” he said. 

You opened your legs and he played with your thighs as he brought his hand back down to tease your clit. He ran his fingers up and down your seam before getting his finger wet on your arousal. He pushed his finger inside your pussy and you whined. 

He kept eye contact as he finger fucked you. There was no way you could cum again, right? But the way he stared at you was intoxicating. You also weren’t used to so much eye contact in the bedroom. It started to make you wonder what kind of buffoons you had been taking to bed. 

If all it took was a little eye contact and a little attention to get you going, you needed to get out more. Or get under Sam more. You almost laughed at your joke but his finger was pumping in and out of you. 

Sam watched your face through it all. The way you would whimper when he drew his finger out and the way you sighed when he put it back in. He added a second finger and you sighed louder. Your hips rocked trying to suck his fingers in deeper. 

“You need it a little deeper, don’t you, little one?” He asked.

You nodded. “A lot deeper,” you said. 

“You need me to fill you up, don’t you?” He asked. He brought his head down to kiss and lick on your nipple. You jerked from the heat of his mouth against the coldness of your skin. 

“Fuck yes,” you said. 

He crooked his fingers in a come hither motion and your hips jerked off of the bed. Your jaw dropped in a soundless scream. Your breathing turned ragged as he unlocked some code. He increased his pace while his lips kissed slowly across your titties. 

Your breathing was ragged and broken and sputtering before you were cumming on his fingers. You jerked and moved and writhed beneath him but he didn’t stop licking your nipple and he didn’t stop stroking that miraculous spot inside of you.

One orgasm barely stopped before another one started to roll over you. You pounded weakly against his shoulder as the sensations were too much to handle. He slowed his fingers as you recovered from back to back orgasms. You saw stars in your vision as you stared at his ceiling. 

“Fuck, that felt too good,” you said. You grabbed his head and made him kiss you. Made him wrap his sexy lips around yours and you played with his tongue. 

“What, you think I’m done with you?” He asked against your lips. He kissed you again before climbing on top of you. 

He ran his cock through your dripping wet folds before sliding into you in one fell swoop. Your moans matched as he worked his way inside. You wrapped your legs around his waist. The heels of your feet dug into the top of his ass as he started to move quicker inside of you.

You felt every last inch of him. The thick head of his dick hit deep within you. You cried on every slide in. He braced himself on one hand while he used the other to push down on your stomach so that you felt him from both sides. He pushed a little harder and stroked a little deeper. 

“Fuck, Sam. Fuuuuck,” you moaned. 

He kissed your titties and then licked a hot trail up to your neck. “Love it when you say my name like that. The faces you’re making, gorgeous. You’re gonna have me living inside of you if you keep it up,” he said. 

You couldn’t muster up enough energy to laugh. He felt too good. And he was hitting it too good. He started stroking so fast, that the slap of your thighs on his echoed in his room. Your moans filled in the empty spaces and his groans reverberated off of his walls. 

He started to curse as he slammed into you, over and over. You threw your head back and just listened to him.

You listened to his words. To his desperate cries. He was incoherent but you caught every other word. “Good…gorgeous…fuck…shit…just like that,” he stuttered. You listened to the cadence of his voice. Your hands gripped onto his forearm that pushed against your stomach.

He sounded and felt so incredibly hot, that your orgasm snuck up on you. You came with a loud curse. As if he was waiting on you, he came right after. He shot a thick load into you. You felt the spurts and your pussy convulsed as if trying to swallow it all. You’d be feeling this for days. 

He panted as he half dropped on top of you. He kissed your breasts, your chest, your neck, and sloppily kissed your lips. “I could stay just like this forever,” he said. 

You nodded. Then yawned. “Me too,” you said sleepily. 

He chuckled and pulled out slowly. There was a wet, squelching noise as he left you and you groaned. You wanted him to put it back.

“You need some sleep, little one,” he said. Maybe you said that part out loud. Hell, you didn’t know.

Everything was fuzzy and dim as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Sam disappeared and you heard the sound of running water. He came into the room and gently cleaned you off with a warm washrag. 

You smiled sleepily at him. “Thank you,” you said. 

“Get some water before you sleep,” he said. He grabbed your hands and forced you to sit up. You grumpily groaned but that only made him chuckle. “Water, now.” 

You sipped the water he handed you and you looked at him. He was standing proud and naked. Still a little hard. His cock jumped and he chuckled. “You make me want to go like fifty rounds in one night,” he said.

You giggled and put your head on his stomach. He stroked your thick, curly hair while you sipped the water. 

When you were done, he tucked you into the bed. He turned off the lights and climbed into bed with you. He was a hot presence behind you and you snuggled into him, trying to steal it all. 

He pulled the covers up more and wrapped his arm around your waist and his leg over yours. “I got you, little one. Let’s get some sleep. I’m still not done with you.”

To emphasize his point, his cock twitched in the crook of your ass. You didn’t know if you laughed or not. You were out like a rock.

***

You didn’t hear when Sam left in the morning to go jogging. But when he came back, he was panting and sweaty and he placed kisses on your cheek to gently wake you up. You hated being woken up. However, you were perfectly okay with being woken up for dick.

Sam knelt beside the bed looking like a damn snack. He was still sweaty from his run and looked damn good in a purple shirt. The sweat made it stick to him like a second skin. You stretched and he kissed your cheek.

“Food first,” he said. He must’ve seen the look in your eyes. You pouted, hoping he’d have mercy on you. He couldn’t wring that many orgasms out of you and not expect you to turn into a damn crackhead. A Sam fiend. 

“You need your energy for everything I’m going to do to you,” he said. 

Okay, that got your attention. You sat up a bit so that you could kiss him without being at an awkward angle. You played with his growing stubble. It was scratchy and rough and felt amazing on your palm. 

“I’m starting to feel spoiled. Sex and food? I might as well move in,” you joked.

He chuckled. “I’ll get a key made for you today.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again. He hummed and deepened the kiss. Maybe you could convince him to have sex before the food. 

His doorbell rang and he hung his head and groaned. “Who the hell could that be?” 

“You expecting someone?” You asked. 

He shook his head. He stood up, gave you one last scorching kiss, and headed downstairs. You heard voices but they were too quiet to pick out any words. A few minutes later, Sam came up and he looked at you with a mixture of confusion, guilt, and frustration. 

He told you that Steve was here. And so was the Black Widow, Natasha. Your eyes bugged out of your head. You were a grown woman, but somehow Steve being here while you were naked as the day you were born was embarrassing. It was like you got caught having sex by the principal. Or worse, your parents. 

You got dressed quickly as Sam told you that he’d still make you breakfast. “It’s okay, I’ll grab something on the way home.” 

“Let me at least take you home,” he said. The poor thing. He sounded so conflicted. You giggled as you slipped on your shoes. You got close to him and wrapped your hands around his waist.

You looked into his eyes until he calmed down and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry. This isn’t how I imagined today would go. But…they look like they really need help.”

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. If Captain America shows up at your door, can you really turn him away? Isn’t that like treason or something?” You asked.

Sam chuckled but it didn’t sound happy. You leaned up and kissed him. “Seriously. It’s okay. I need to check and make sure my house hasn’t burned down while I was gone. Stay here. I’ll catch a ride and I’ll text you as soon as I get home.” 

Sam sighed and placed his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”

You giggled. “Yes, you do. You’re amazing, Sam,” you told him. 

Decent and dressed, you followed him downstairs. He was right. Steve and the Black Widow looked terrible. They were covered in soot and ash. Steve’s hair took on a darker hue underneath it all. The Black Widow was gorgeous but had bits of rock or plaster clinging to her red hair. 

She smirked at Sam when she saw you enter the room. Your cheeks were on fire and you thanked the Lord for your dark skin. You gave an awkward wave. Steve’s eyes were wide and he looked between you and Sam.

“I’m sorry, Sam. Had I known…”

“It’s fine. Really. I should be heading out,” you said, “Nice to see you again, Mr.-Steve,” you said. 

The Black Widow walked over and shook your hand. “Natasha,” she said. 

“Nice to meet you, too.” 

“Are you sure it’s okay? Me and Steve can circle the block a few times,” she said and wagged her eyebrows. 

You groaned and hid your face while she grinned. Steve shook his head at her while Sam lightly chuckled.

“You two can use my bathroom to get cleaned up. I’m going to make sure she gets home safe,” Sam said.

Steve nodded and smiled at you. Natasha winked and gave you a subtle thumbs up while they headed upstairs. You ordered a ride while Sam walked you out and waited with you. He kept his arm around you, protective. 

There was an ache growing in your heart at the thought of leaving him. It was silly. You had only been on a handful of dates. But it was like you entered an entirely new dimension at his house. And now you were stepping into the harsh light of the day and it sucked. You weren’t ready to leave him. You weren’t ready to leave his bed and leave his house and leave him. 

You were both quiet as you waited, which was unusual for you. He rubbed your arm. Heat was picking up in the early morning but you were a bit cold. As if you left all the heat in the house, in Sam’s bed. 

The car arrived and Sam checked that it matched the app. He opened the door for you and kissed you. “I’ll call you later, once I figure out what’s going on. Probably best to keep my houseguests between us,” he said. 

You nodded. “Of course. I won’t tell anyone. Not even Ariel,” you said. You wanted to lighten the mood. You hated the somber underbelly of this moment. Sam should be smiling and joking and poking you. Instead, he held your hand and rubbed circles on it with his thumb. 

“Text me when you get home safe, please. I mean it,” he said. 

You tugged on his shirt to bring him closer to you. You kissed him, putting as much emotion behind it as you could. “I’ll be okay. Just make sure you’re safe,” you told him.

You couldn’t say much else because of the driver. But Sam understood what you meant. He knew that something was up with Steve and Natasha. Normal people didn’t show up like that, as if they had gotten into a fight with a chimney and nearly lost. 

Sam finally let you go and you got into the car. He closed it behind you and waved. The driver took off and you looked at Sam as long as you could. Until he was a tiny dot in the distance.

You hated this. It felt like goodbye for some reason. And you hated it. It sat like congealed oatmeal in your stomach. You didn’t have anxiety as bad as your mother did. But right now, you kind of understood her. Something was off and you didn’t know what it was.

You only hoped that Sam knew what he was doing getting mixed up with Captain America and the Black Widow. They fought aliens. There was no telling what major disaster they were trying to stop now.

You prayed for Sam all the way home. 

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