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[thetriangletattoo]

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[thebarneschronicles]

The Edge of Patience

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Synopsis: You’re no stranger to the overprotective nature of your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes. After a heated argument about wanting to join him and Sam on their missions, you knowingly push his buttons until his patience snaps. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a raw, unrestrained encounter—punishing, heated, and entirely irresistible.

Word Count: 1.8k

Author’s note: This is my first Bucky Barnes fanfic, so bear with me. If you have any requests or ideas, please send them my way - I’d be happy to get my Bucky obsession out into more fics! B xx

The argument was still fresh, the tension lingering in the room like static electricity. I could feel it in the way Bucky was moving—too stiff, too deliberate—as he paced back and forth. His shoulders were squared, his jaw set, and his hands, one flesh and one metal, flexed and curled at his sides.

“You’re not doing this, doll,” he said, voice low and clipped.

“Why not?” I crossed my arms and met his glare head-on. “I’m not fragile, Bucky. I can handle myself.”

“You don’t understand what you’re asking for,” he snapped, stopping mid-stride to pin me with his icy stare. “You think this is some kind of game? You want to be in the middle of a firefight with me? With Sam? You think that’s a good idea?”

“I think you’re underestimating me.” I knew I was pushing him, testing the limits of his patience. But part of me wanted this, craved this. The way he tensed, the way his control slipped just a little when I got under his skin—it was intoxicating.

His nostrils flared, his teeth grinding audibly as he stepped closer. “You don’t listen. You never fucking listen.”

“Maybe if you actually talked to me like a partner instead of some porcelain doll, I’d have a reason to.”

His glare sharpened, and for a moment, I thought he might lose it completely. But instead, he took a deep breath, his jaw working furiously as he fought to reel himself back in.

“I’m done arguing about this,” he said finally, his voice dangerously calm. “Drop it.”

But I didn’t. Not until I saw that last thread of his control snap.

It happened fast after that.

We didn’t even make it to the bed. Bucky had me against the wall, one hand curled around my neck, the other tearing at the waistband of my pants. His grip was firm, just shy of too tight, and his metal fingers pressed cool and unyielding against my skin.

“This what you wanted, doll?” His voice was a low growl, and his breath was hot against my ear. “Is this why you were being a little brat?”

I gasped as he pushed my legs apart, his knee driving between my thighs to hold me steady.

“Bucky—”

“No,” he bit out, his hand tightening around my neck just enough to make my words falter. “You don’t get to play innocent now.”

He thrust into me hard and fast, no warning, no hesitation. My head fell back against the wall, a cry spilling from my lips as he set a punishing rhythm.

“This what you wanted?” he snarled, his metal hand sliding down to grip my hip, holding me in place as he drove into me again and again. “Wanted me to lose my patience, huh? Wanted to see how far you could push me?”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. Every thrust knocked the air from my lungs, the sheer force of him overwhelming in the best, most torturous way.

“Look at you,” he growled, his hand leaving my hip to grip the back of my thigh, pulling my leg higher to angle me even closer. “You’re so fucking needy. You piss me off, and now you’re begging for it.”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t lie to me.” His grip on my throat tightened just enough to cut me off, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as he watched my eyes flutter shut. “You like this. Don’t you, doll?”

I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as I struggled to find any sort of control. But he wasn’t giving me an inch.

“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

“Yes,” I gasped, the word barely audible.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I like it.”

He rewarded me with a particularly brutal thrust, a sharp cry tearing from my throat. “That’s my girl,” he muttered darkly, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.

The edge of his control was razor-thin, and I could feel it in every rough touch, every growled word. He wasn’t holding back, wasn’t pretending to be gentle. And God, it was perfect.

He fucked me like he was trying to prove a point, like he needed me to understand the consequences of pushing him too far. And maybe I did. But I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t do it again in a heartbeat.

“Next time,” he said, his voice tight and low as he buried himself deep inside me, “think twice before you try to test me.”

I could only nod, my body trembling as he finally slowed, his forehead dropping to rest against mine.

But I knew better than to make promises I couldn’t keep.

[starlling-writes]

What if wizard!Tav was the apprentice of Morena Dekrios (Gale's mum) but like, after Gale already went off to fuck Mystra and whatnot, so the two never met.

What if, for like the majority of the game, Tav feels like they know Gale somehow but can't place why/how. Then finally, when they meet Tara and she calls Gale, "Mr. Dekarios" IT CLICKS. And Tav suddenly remembers all the stories Morena has told them about her son, and his little baby portraits, etc. Then...

Option 1: Tav uses their knowledge to tease Gale. It starts out as subtle things, like maybe getting him a dessert she knows he liked as a kid. Then gradually getting more obvious that they know shit about Gale -- which at first makes him nervous/anxious. But then Tav confesses and Gale is hit by an immediate wave of understanding, and simultaneously a wave of "......fuck."

Option 2: If they dating, Gale eventually arranges a date for Tav to meet his mum. He's nervous, especially since Tav is acting so nonchalant about something he views as serious as meeting the parents. "It'll be fine, Gale. She'll love me, I'm sure of it." When they arrive and Morena sees them together, she pauses for a moment, looks back and forth between them, and says, "This is who you've been dating?" Gale starts to defend Tav, but Tav jumps in like, "Yeah, I stole him back from Mystra; seemed like the only way we could get him to come to family dinner again." Gale is confused, of course. Tav laughs and explains, then adds, "Told you she'd love me."

if anyone writes a fanfic with this idea, i'd love to read it. plz tag me or send it to me <3

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[totallytatum]

August Baby

summary ; a humid july day, joel admires his pregnant partner and lends out a helping hand.

pairing ; joel x reader

word count ; 1.5k

warnings ; smut, pregnancy, established relationship, adult language

a / n ; this is written special for the idea of @sn1peraj, i agree, most fanfics are written with joel finding out years later about his long lost child, but this is for the active father in joel, the less frightened. i have realized this is just mainly smut, but if we like daddy joel we can very much do more of him. please send in what you'd like to see. much love and appreciation to you tots.

streams of light crept through the grotty curtains causing you to stir lightly stirring under the layers of blankets. you struggled trying to remain asleep, not ready to get up and deal with the crispy air of late august. tucked in behind you was joel, his chin tucked into your your shoulder and hand draped over your swollen stomach. his mellow breathing indicating to you he was still asleep.

your fingers traced of his hand, smiling softly. moments like this you felt normal, like you and joel weren't just surviving in the end of the world, you were a family, a normal family. you wish they could last forever, just paused in time.

not wanting to disturb joel, you slid out from under his loose grip, laying his hand down on the mattress. sitting up on the edge of the bed, you ran fingers through your hair before pulling it up into a loose bun. pushing yourself off the mattress your grabbed a fleece blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders before making your way into the kitchen entrance.

snoring softly on the couch laid ellie, basically now the daughter you never had. she chose you guys and you chose her. she reminded joel of sarah and the relationship the two had you would never allow to split.

filling the kettle with water, you set it on the stove, getting prepared for coffee. rummaging through the cabinets, you looked for what could be prepared for breakfast, soon deciding a can of peaches, peanut butter toast and eggs would be suitable. humming in satisfaction everything was laid out on the counter. turning back to the stove you shut off the burner, pouring instant coffee into the kettle, stirring until dissolved.

arms wrapped around your stomach, rubbing the bottom of your stomach softly, " good morning mama, how are you feeling? " you giggled slightly, taking a deep breath before turning around. your arms wrapped around joel's neck, leaning your forehead against his chin. " good, " you lied. in all honesty this pregnancy has been rough, start to now. your body ached all the time, you were constantly uncomfortable, you felt starved because you didn't have the luxury of just eating whenever.

joel's hands settled in the dip of your back, rubbing circles with his calloused thumbs. you hummed in pleasure, having some of the tension released off your back. your hips swayed back and forth, leaning into him, moving your hands from his neck you slid them under his shirt and up his back, dragging your nails up and down. a soft moment mewled from joel's lips, " don't start something you won't finish, remember what got us here sweetheart. " trialing your hands down him back you stopped at the waist band of his pants, dripping your fingers under the seam and plucking them towards you. " it's hard to miss when i look like a planet under this shirt, " murmured into his neck as you planted delicate kisses on his neck. his hands traveled your body, gripping onto the glob of your ass, giving a small squeeze causing you to moan in his neck. " better be quiet before you wake the girl up, i don't think this is somethin' she atta see. " pulling away, your finger danced across his jaw, " then maybe we should take this back to the bedroom? "

patting your cheeks you moved past him, joel close on your trail. closing the door behind him. you instantly dropped to your knees in front of him, tugging his pants and boxers down and gripping his member, running your thumb over the tip, feeling it twitch in your hand. a groan erupted him his chest as you spit on his cock and moving your hand from the base back to the tip. " baby girl... fuck... i needed this.. i needed you." he strokes your hair as you take his tip into your month, licking the precum, humming softly. his head falls back with his eyes closed. you needed this just as much as he did. you two barely spent time alone together and the last time you were intimate was weeks ago, maybe even a month. joel had just been busy on runs. you were just as starved as he was, caring for you this is what you could do to repay him.

your mind was nothing but stars at this point, eyes closed and your jaw tightening, and tears brimming your eyes as you took him all the way in your mouth. your nose against his below his naval, you gripped his thighs, digging your nails in as he held your head there for a moment, " oh shit "

you pushed his hips back, pulling away for a breath before he groaned, rough hands pulling your head back down to the base, gagging you as he thrusts his hips into your throat. your nails dug into his thighs, digging harshly as his thrusts became stronger. " that's it baby... you like taking my cock between those pretty lips. "

you hummed, tears falling down your cheeks, pulling back, " please joel...please..fuck me. " you begged, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable at this point. you needed to feel him, you needed him between your legs as if your life depended on it. " clothes off and on the bed, bend over for daddy, i want to see all of you. i want to see what is mine. " you obeyed, moving to the bed, taking your shirt off, followed by everything else. you placed your knees on the bed, resting your head on the on the pillow, looking back at joel.

stoking his cock, he got on the bed behind you, placing a small kiss on your soaking cunt, dragging his tongue between your folds. you mewled. joel placed a hand on your lower back, pressing his tip against your throbbing heat. you wiggled back at him, grinding your ass against him. " please.." he pushed inside you with ease and you whined, the pressure between your thighs being somewhat released. joel moved slowly, filling you up until he bottomed out, a grunt drew from his lips as he pulled his hips back and thrusted again. " holy fuck sweetheart.. always so tight for me.. like you've never been fucked" he moaned out, you rocked your hips back to him, meeting each one of his thrusts as they became stronger, quicker. your toes curled as you shoved your head into the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds that escaped you.

the fire that burned in the pit of your stomach was building up quick, you knew he could feel it. your back met his chest as he pulled you up, wrapping his hand around your stomach, " you look so good, all swollen and shit. i don't tell you how hard it makes my dick seeing you carryin' my kid. so fuckin' hot. " his hands no longer on your stomach had moved down to your puffy cunt, his rough finger moving between your folds and landing on your clit. rubbing circles and he pounded you from behind. " o-oh fuck j-joel. right t-there. i'm gonna..i'm gonna c-cum. " you cried out as he pushed your face back into the pillow, hands gripping your hips as a lifeline, slamming his hips into yours. your thighs trembled as you creamed on his cock, your knuckles white from gripping the bed tightly. your entire body shook as he continue until his load was blew into you, coating you walls with his seed. " h-holy f-fuck y/n " he groaned out, pulling out and collapsing beside you.

you were numb, as your laid on your side, ignoring the milky substance that leaked for you. you breathing was heavy and the air smelled of sex and sweat. you stared at joel, not believing how you've gotten so lucky with him, the man that said no words to others, rough exterior and was an introvert, closed off to everyone else. his guard down when it came to you, you were safety, home, no matter where you were.

joel moved a piece of hair out of your face, a small smile, not much but evident enough, he leaned over, pulling you into a deep kiss. " i love you mama, i love all of you and your planet looking self. " your heart swelled. joel rarely showed his feelings, always keeping his guard up but only to let it fall when it was just the two of you. " and i love you, i love us, and i love our baby. " you beamed with happiness. the soft touch of his hand tracked back onto your plump belly, leaning down to kiss it softly. his world felt whole, he had you, ellie, and you were carrying his future. it's been decades since he held a newborn but he was more than ready to be a father again. sarah would've been excited. she would've loved you, he knew how much she would've appreciated having a mother around, and possibly a new sister if ellie was still in the picture then. how differently would his life have played out?

shaking himself out of his own thoughts, he sat up, groaning in a stretch, "i think after that, i need a shower and some of my woman's cookin' "

tag ; @pofties

[shitty-writers-blog]

THE ONE WHERE YOU ASK FOR HELP [EP.1]

I also am still getting to know Colter Shaw. He is being written as I depict him so far, and hopefully, later on, I will be able to know how to write about him perfectly.

Hey guys, this is my first ever fanfic. I know it's not gonna be the best, so please be nice to me.

Please feel free to tell me how I can write better and maybe send it request? I hope you guys enjoy/like this first part.

Colter x F! Reader

You had been pacing back and forth unable to decide whether to worry about your brother who you haven’t heard from in a week, usually he would call after he arriving to his destination, your brother had caught the traveling bug at a young age like you mother. Unlike you who hated the thought of traveling due to all the responsibilities you had to take in as a young teenager, your mom was always traveling to New places whether it was in the country or international, your father had decided to spilt from you and the rest of the family because he’d grown tired of your mother’s antiques. If you weren’t so protective of your brother you would have left with your dad as well, but because your brother didn’t want to leave mom you ended up sacrificing your childhood, your father still provided financially, but emotionally or physically he wasn’t present.

During all this you had your best friend Colter Shaw to keep you afloat, soon y'all started dating junior year and continued all through your college journey it wasn’t, until Colter decided he wanted to be a rewardist and travel to find missing people for money, you tried making it work, but you were exhausted at the idea of him traveling and doing the long distance thing so you did something that you never wanted to do. You ended things with him, as he was in the middle of proposing, he tried to convince you to work with him, but you explained your issues with traveling and then that was it you never saw or spoke to Colter again.

That is until your brother potentially went missing, you still had Colter's number at least you hoped you thought to yourself, you kept messing with you lips, with furrowed eyebrows, thinking deeply about wondering if you were being to overprotective, that maybe he was alright and you’re just worked up over nothing because let’s be honest your brother wasn’t the best at calling you to assure you he’s fine.

“Fuck it.” You said as you picked up your phone from your bed and scrolled at your contact list until you found his name Shaw you pressed call and as it started to ring your heart started to beat fast and loud, you inhaled and exhaled as you continued to pace in your room, as you were about to hang up, you heard his voice.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” you heard his voice with a lace of worry and confusion, you face palmed yourself wincing at how stupid you probably were- “uh, hello? Y/n are you there?” he interrupted your train of thought “Oh um, yeah hey Colter!” You said a bit more enthusiastically than you intended you cringed at yourself as you shook your head in annoyance why can’t you act cool for once you thought to yourself. “um, sorry to bother you Colter and I wish we would talk under different circumstances, but um- are you still doing that rewards job by any chance?” you asked hoping he would be able to help you with your situation, you heard a chuckle as he answered back a simple yes and asked what was going on with you. You explained to him the situation and he told you how lucky you were because he had just finished a job, he told you how he’d drive up to your place since he was 2 hours away, you thanked him and then hung up the phone.

I decided it would be better if I got dressed, so I took a quick shower even used my favorite scented exfoliator because why not. And did my normal shower routine, then I decided to do my routine that I always do after a shower. I decided to clean up a bit even though it was already pretty clean, once I turned my wax melt on I heard the door bell ring. I straightened myself and checked myself in the mirror to make sure I looked okay, I took a deep breath in and I exhaled it as I opened the door. “Wow! Um, hey, I uh got lost- how is it that all these apartments look very identical?” I laughed Stepping to the side as a sign for him to enter, he smiled as he entered my house noticing I had a shoe rack by the door and he started to take his shoes off. “Thanks for taking your shoes off, most people who visit never do and I’m always to shy to say something.” I explain while shutting the door behind me, he nodded and gave a small smirk, “well I’m very observant and I’ve known you since we were young, every time I entered your room I always had to take my shoes off. Only difference now is I don’t have my own inside pair of slippers to put on.” I frowned a bit at the memory, but let out a breathy chuckle, “I bought a new pair for my brother Chance, for when he crashed at my place. You two have the same shoe size so you can have those,” Colter smiled nodding as a way to silently thank me, I walked up to my little storage closet and got the pair out and handed it to him, he went and sat on my couch and I sat distantly close to him.

I looked at the floor nervously because this was the first time in years we’ve seen each other and first time seeing him, I realized those feelings were still there towards him, and the fact that he had a major glow up. I bit my lip trying to come up with a topic to converse, but my mind wouldn’t stop going down memory lane about how we used to be inseparable and the last thing I said to him was no to becoming his wife. There has always been a part of me that regretted saying no, to breaking up with him just because he chose to do this for a living and the fact that it involved so much traveling, I just couldn’t go through what my mother put me through with Colter. “Y/n?” I looked up confused at him, “I asked you to voice your thoughts.” I looked away a bit flushed at how well he could read me, I even thought for a second he was able to read my mind. “oh well, it's nothing, really.” I tell him making eye contact with him for the first time in 10 minutes, he raised his eyebrow as a way to tell me he didn’t believe me and gave me that look he would always give me that said to spill it or he’d get it out of me. I rolled my eyes and told him how annoying he still was, and that made him laugh, “yeah okay, I hate to mention this, but your brother, why do you think he’s missing?” I sighed, putting my legs up to my chest, looking at my coffee table, taking a deep breath and bolting myself up, starting to pace back and forth, telling him everything I knew and didn’t know.

[melon-fodder]

personal sappy sort of vent but not really? bnha melon origins under cut hahaha

Once upon a time at the start of the pandemic, I was getting back into writing fanfic thanks to bnha. I read some fics on this site, my introduction to ‘x reader’ and I thought to myself “ya know I have a lot of time on my hands, and these people look like they’re having a good time posting these stories, so I’m gonna try”.

And so I did. I wrote and posted a little mirio shot first, and then a shinsou shot, and then I wrote a soulmate AU for Aizawa that gained a little bit of attention followed by an endeavor fic that gained more.

And because it was the pandemic and everyone was online all the time, the engagement was high. My inbox was full of asks about those two, and I just got to talk and talk about them. I made mutuals. I made friends. I joined my first discord server. I kept writing.

@lady-lauren and I started DMing, going from writing to like life stories basically. The paragraphs we were sending back and forth lmao thinking about it makes me laugh. And she introduced me to Nyki, and we all just existed and created and consumed.

There was a lot of toxicity in the bnha fandom back then, though. I mean, there still is, but it was different back then somehow. I had my favorite characters, and Aizawa was a really big one, but I ended up sort of drifting. Or distanced myself, I guess. Because of another writer. The way that they created and interacted with fandom, with characters. It felt… weird to write for him while sharing a space.

Anyone close to me or who has been around for these almost 5 years (omg kill me) might have an inkling about what/who I’m referring to, so I do want to state that in no way was I told to stop writing for Aizawa or that I was bad at it or anything like that. That person actually liked my version of him and told me! So the whole feeling like I couldn’t write for him was entirely self-imposed.

Anyway, a lot of stuff happened that made it harder and harder to enjoy being a part of the bnha fandom on tumblr, including the passing of one of my best friends. I still found inspiration here and there, usually for nighteye, but I was mostly out of it. I even stopped keeping up with the manga after a while.

There’s just so much personal shit wrapped up in a series that’s already full of emotion. I haven’t felt equipped to deal with all of it

Until recently.

I don’t know what clicked tbh. I was at my mom’s recovering from surgery, and I just decided it was time. The epilogue was leaked or whatever and so many blogs that I used to see post every day woke up and started interacting again, even if it was just to comment on the leaks, and it got me so nostalgic and…

I don’t know. A lot of time has passed. A lot of people have come and gone. I feel like… it feels like I don’t have eyes on me anymore. For a long time when I was posting for bnha it just felt like people were watching me with less than good intentions. It’s one of the reasons I’ve switched blogs multiple times.

But I feel better now. I feel safe. I feel a lot more stable than I did back then. Those were kind of wild times on tumblr I do not think I would want to go back.

Except for in this one particular way which is to let myself fall back in love with the series that got me into anime as a whole, the series that got me writing again. The character that made me want to sit down and write again.

I have a few favorites from the series, but tbh I think Aizawa will always be the most special simply because he was my spark. He symbolizes so fucking much for me, and that sounds so dramatic, I know, but he is quite literally the character that got me on tumblr. He was my beginning, and then I felt like I couldn’t even enjoy him for years and it sucked and I just

I’m emotional. I just. Have a lot of feelings from over the span of 4 years that I’m trying to process.

tl;dr: if it wasn’t for bnha and Aizawa specifically I wouldn’t be on this site, and I am very happy to be creating for the series and his character again

[sugawhaaa]

BEOMGYU X READER

☆•[Behind closed doors]•☆

☆•{{ date night }}•☆

Warnings//genre:: friends to lovers, slow burn, idol AU,

Pairing:: idol!beomgyu x idol!fem!reader

A/N:: here is part three that literally no one asked for 😍 I think the last part in the least popular fanfic I have ever posted 💀

Chapter 2:: 🎤

Taglist:: @run2min

🎧::

Previous chapter

“Well maybe someday we can chat a little more than just this five minute walk hm?” He grins and you blush softly.

“Yeah, I'll chat with you soon,” you smile and you can see him holding back his giddy grin.

“Sounds good,” he watches as you start to head for the stairs. “Have a good night Y/N~” he smiles with a little wave and you wave back.

“Goodnight!” You hop up the stairs and Beomgyu watches in admiration, adoring your innocence. He makes sure you get inside safely, just like last time, before walking off. He put his hand on the shoulder you touched, rubbing it softly with a cheeky grin

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It has been about two weeks since you last saw Beomgyu. You've been busy and he's been busy so you haven't met up at yet, though you do text a lot. One day he messages you.

Gyu-have you gone ice skating before?

you look at his message from your living room, hanging out with some of your members.

you- A few times

you- Why?

Gyu- Would you wanna go with me?

he then sends a little gif that's a dumpling smiling with circle blush. You were taken aback by the question, so straight forward and bold. You think for a moment before replying.

you- when are you thinking about going?

Gyu- I'm free the next five days so whenever you wanna. It'd be nice to go at night time though

After some more back and forth chatting you decide that tomorrow after dinner you are going skating with Beomgyu. It's a beautiful outdoor rink with fairy lights and decorations for the lunar new year. You told the members you were going out but...not with who. Before you know it, the next day arrives and you're eating dinner at the kitchen table. You're phone rings mid-way through a conversation, Beomgyu's calling. "Sorry, I got take this," You smile and dismiss yourself from the table. Just as you say hello Beomgyu calls out into the speaker.

"Y/N-AH!" He shouts playfully and you take your phone off your ear. The members look at you weirdly and you brush it off.

"What!? I'm eating dinner," You sigh and Beomgyu makes a little "oh" sound.

"Just making sure you're still coming, I have skates here in your size...I think," He holds up the skates as he holds the phone between his cheek and shoulder. "Anyway, you getting all prettied up?" He asks in a friendly teasing way. "Oh and dress warm, it's cold out tonight," Beomgyu's voice is light and free spirited.

"W-Will do," His comment from earlier still has you blushing.

"now finish eating, get nice and full because I am not buying you anything while we're out," He giggles.

"Hey I have my own money-"

He then hangs up and you groan. He's such a headache sometimes but you love him...platonically of course.

"What was that about?" Yina asks as she holds her chopsticks between her fingers.

"Just a friend," You pause. "I'm going out with her tonight," You nod, covering up the fact you're going out with a man of all people. The rest of dinner becomes a Q&A between you and your unnies. It was a long process but you quickly make an escape to get dressed and put make-up on. You go out to the entryway and put on your outer gear.

"That's quite the get-up for a friend outing," Mi cha comments. You pat down your body and realize you forgot your phone in your room. You rush back to grab and see a message from beomgyu.

Gyu- Here!

You rush out to the front door to see Mi Cha has opened the door to Beomgyu. "That doesn't look like a woman," She comments with an arched brow before looking at you. She then turns back to Beomgyu, "You must be beomgyu or something right?"

"Ah, you must be Mi Cha," He leans down to her level, a smug look on his face as he looks her up and down, not even trying to hide his judgement of her character.

"Sorry Gyu I was in my room," You push passed Mi Cha and she scoffs.

"Gyu...cheesy," Mi cha mutters.

"Okay! Let's get going," Beomgyu puts a hand to the small of your back, pushing you towards his body which ticks something in Mi Cha's head. "Bu-bye now~" Beomgyu says in a friendly tone as he closes the door but there was a hidden sass in his voice. As the two of you walk down the hall he lets go of your waist. "She's irritating," Beomgyu scoffs and you chuckle.

"Don't hold it against her," You say calmly and gyu sighs.

"Maybe," He takes you out to the parking lot and to his car. In the back seats he has a bag of skates and extra mitts and hats just in case. The drive to the rink was far from quiet; he played lot's of music including some of your songs and his. The two of you also talked each others ears off and you found yourself comforted in Beomgyu's presence. He is weird and loud but he's sincere, relatable and non-judgmental, it's refreshing. You then pull up to the rink and he takes the bag with him to the bench you've chosen. Beomgyu helps you put your skates on, kneeling in front of you as he ties the laces. "Is that tight enough?" he asks as he puts his hands around your ankle, testing the tightness.

"Yup, it's good," You idly wait next to him as he does his own skates, watching the other people skate around the outside of the lake, the pole in the center holding up some lanterns for the new year. You felt a rush of excitement to circle around the lake with Beomgyu, it's gonna be so special.

"Okay, let me help you up," Beomgyu stands up in front of you. "It's all about balance, use your legs," he extends his thinly gloved hands out to you and you take them. You pull yourself up, Beomgyu pulling you as well. You already begin to slip on the ice and gyu catches you. "The beginning is always the hardest, let's get moving," Beomgyu skates backwards as he pulls you with him "There we go! You're getting it," He cheers as you begin to skate faster.

"Kinda," You chuckle shyly as you skate around the lanterns. You look up, looking at the strings holding up all the lanterns, your eyes filling with light.

On Beomgyu's end he watches the way you admire the sight, your eyes full of the glimmer of joy and excitement. He finds his eyes locked onto you, his pull on you growing weaker and his awareness falling around him. He then stumbles over the edge of the rink, falling into the snow and taking you with him.

The warmth of his body and cold of the snow catches you by surprise as you pick yourself up off of him, looking down at him. "Are you okay?" You chuckle as you try to wiggle off of him but your skates make it hard.

"I'm good," He tries to help you off his lap but you slip and he suddenly jerks his legs up with a little cry of pain. "Okay, okay not as good," He pulls himself up before standing up on the ice again. He extends his hands out to help you up. "Yup one leg then the other," He lifts you up to your feet and your skidding around with him again. Before you know it the moon is held high above the two of you and most people have left. "This has been fun but unfortunately we should get going," The two of you make your way over to the bench again and change back into your usual boots and shoes. You then hop into the car and patiently wait for Beomgyu to put the skates in the back again.

The drive home felt way too short and before you knew it he was walking you up to the dormitory door. "We should do something like this again soon," He smiles with a nod and you nod in agreement.

"Whenever we get a day off," You say as you stand in front of him, not wanting to go home yet.

"Yeah like that ever happens," He scoffs and you chuckle.

"Well then we could compromise right? Maybe give me some private dance lessons?" You tilt your head with a mischevious smirk.

"That could work, Yeonjun trains with new jeans a lot so I can't say why I couldn't~?" He puts a finger to his chin playfully. "Now you should get out of the cold and rest, that was a lot of excitement," He pats your head, reminding you of the height difference between the two of you. You go on your tippy toes and give him a peck on the cheek, leaving a stain of lipstick on his cheek.

When you get back into your dorm you're approached by Areum.

"How was your date?" She crosses her arms and you roll your eyes.

"It wasn't a date,"

"But you were out with a boy. A male idol," She emphasizes the "idol" bit.

"Oh come on, Beomgyu would never think of me like that," You say as you kick off your shoes and jacket.

"That doesn't matter," She shakes her head. "It's how you think about him,"

Beomgyu POV

He yawns as he comes through the doorway only to see the two screen zombies playing video games again while Yeonjun sits to the side watching them. He also has some kind of drink in his hand. "Hey how was your date?" He smiles and Beomgyu smiles blissfully, Yeonjun then notices the stain on his cheek. "Oh, that seems good. Did you tell her yet?" He asks and Beomgyu snaps back to reality.

"Hah, no. We've only been talking for like, three weeks, not even a full month," He explains as he puts back the winter gear and skates.

"Still, she clearly likes you back. That's like the second kiss she's given you. That's not platonic,"

"You should do it chicken," Kai chimes in.

"You'll lose her before you know it," Soobin adds.

"Oh shut up," Beomgyu huffs before going to his room.

To be continued...

[scummy-writes]

Hey! There's a lot of you here and we all have different day-to-day schedules, so I wanted to wave and talk to you about something.

This past month, I've been streaming on Twitch! You can find me under Scumberly! I have a cute pngtuber model that's a cyclops girl! 👁

Surprisingly, I've already gotten 23 followers thanks to friends and fellow ikemen simps being kind enough to do so, which is almost halfway to affiliate already! According to the site, I need 50 followers total to hit that, and then I can start trying to get emojis, polls, channel points, and being able to attempt getting monitization.

If you already have a twitch account, and you like the idea of having some background videos to listen to as you work on some tasks, or maybe watching me play some horror, otome, or visual novels seem up your alley, would you consider checking me out and seeing if you'd like to follow me? Those are the 'focus' genres, but I do plan to pretty much play anything that makes me excited/happy, to be transparent.

There's no pressure if you don't want to, or that you just simply don't have a twitch account. I'm just putting out a post for those who may have missed it! Thank you for anyone who does decide to stop by! 🙇‍♀️

This is in no way me saying I'm done with fanfic - I'm not, I literally blabbed to RJ all morning about Gilbert and we threw ideas back and forth at each other - this is just something I'm doing for fun. I promise I am still gonna write suckin and fuckin, but now it's inbetween streams and other projects!

If you DO already follow me there or just watch passively, here are some updates you might have missed:

- I started a VOD channel on youtube, since Twitch deletes vods after two weeks. You can find it here!

- I revamped my writing streams server into a general 'Scum Streams' server, where it updates when I go live on twitch. You can also suggest games there, hang out with others, or even join us for an 'after stream' text chat if we have more things to say after whatever we just played! To get in, you have to send me a DM on here, and it is 18+ just due to the nature of my blog.

- i DO have a sideblog for this, you can see it at @scumberly .

[gojosmovingcastle]

karaoke nights - jjk x gn-reader

(cute little fluff from jujutsu tech years. this was part of a Nanami fanfic idea I had but it's so cute as a stand alone that I couldn't let it die. y/n's curse technique was close to Suguru's but she absorbed curses the same way and got their cursed technique instead of using physical curses.)

(smoking warning, but also no shit if suguru or shoko is involved.)

☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄

Suguru, Shoko, and Y/n waited for the rest of the group in the alleyway by the karaoke place. "These curses are getting too unpredictable." Suguru split open his cigarette with his pocket knife, huffing over the difficult mission they had just returned from.

Shoko was leaning against Y/n. The lollipop stick brushing over Y/n's ear as they tried to settle their shaking hands from the long mission.

"I feel like they are just sending us on these to collect curses and their powers for the elders own artillery." Suguru paused thinking over his Y/n's words.

Could they just collect as many as they wanted and use it to their own advantage?

Did the two have a limit of how many curses they could absorb?

Y/n held open the cigarette for Suguru to put the weed in. "I might have to get my lungs checked if this continues." Y/n started to roll up the spliff and pass it to Suguru, pulling a lighter out of their pocket. 

The two curse absorbing sorcerer's passed the rolled up paper back and forth, giggling and talking nonsense. 

"Nanami said if I ever bring a drunk Gojo around him again he would not talk to me for a week." Y/n commented leaning against Suguru as they reminisced on Gojo's birthday and how he serenaded Purple Rain to Nanami in a bar full of sorcerers. 

"I really can't blame him," Shoko laughed as Suguru threw his arm over Y/n's shoulder and guided them to the front of the building as he heard Gojo's boisterous voice already.

The duel team could already Nanami on the verge of breaking when the group came into view. "Suguru! Kagura!" Haibara was the first to see them, waving them over and pulling Gojo's attention from the blond. "Y/nnnnn!" Gojo immediately ran to them, crashing landing in between the Suguru and Y/n. 

"Better," Y/n had heard Gojo whisper to himself as he threw his arms over the two, his body physically settling and infinity finally turning off after his three day long mission.

"Satoru," Suguru smiled over at his best friend as Y/n broke off letting the two catch up. Suguru and Y/n had been away for a week.

"Yuu-kun! Kento-kun!" Y/n skipped up to the two, Haibara catching her and twirling them around.

"How was your mission? I heard you got to go to Fuji Q!" Y/n excitedly hugged Nanami around the waist, and he rubbed his hand along their back in a side hug. "It was so cool! Satoru threw up after the third roller coaster from too many sweets, it was sick!" Y/n laughed along with Haibara much to Gojo's distaste.

"You and Kento should go soon, he loved it," Yuu nudged Nanami behind Y/n's back with a wink, making the taller man shake his head with a slight smile.

Y/n smiled and looked up at their best friend, "Well it's not Fuji Q, but the cherry blossom festival is coming soon. Maybe we can go and ride some old carnival rides instead?"

Y/n's bright smile broke Nanami's permanent bored look. His eyes brightened just a bit and he nodded in agreement. "As long as we aren't dragged out for a mission." He said softly, starting to walk into the place he had ben dreading the whole train ride.

"Well, should we get started?" Suguru stood by the front desk, Satoru's black credit card in his hand and a wide smile on his face. 

"Ohhh, get the deluxe package!" Y/n skipped up to the desk next to the black haired sorcerer who was looking over the options. "That card still has a limit!" Gojo protested as the Geto and Y/n threw in every little add-on they could find with evil smiles. 

"This is payback for making Nanami do all the hard work this week." Y/n shrugged tossing him back his credit card as they followed the man with a now large cart of sweets and food to their room. 

"But, Y/n," Gojo groaned and pouted, slumping his lanky body onto them, "you know he wouldn't have worked with me even if I tried."

[red-viewe]

I need a part two of 'Dear secret admirer' twisted wonderland fanfic! That was so good.

If there is a rivalry with these boys this is going to be one of my top ten favorite fics! PART 2!!!!!!!!!!! PART 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear secret admirer(part✌)

'In which he sends you an anonymous gift, anonymously.

Part 1

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'I'll stay for decades just to see you everyday. You've ruined me. You've engraved yourself into my heart, and now my stupid heart yearns for your presence everyday. You should face the consequences of your actions.

-your secret admirer.'

Leona puts the note into an envelope, sealing it and uses tape to put it on a small box. Today was just like any other day, where he was skipping classes- again. But this time was not napping, but was secretly preparing a present for the Ramshackle prefect. Inside the box, was a small but sharp custom made pocket dagger with (eye color) details. The envelope was black, and contained his short but sweet note and pressed flowers.

Leona Kingscholar was a man who liked taking naps, so he was almost, if not- always at his favorite napping spot, the botanical garden. Y/n passed by everyday, to either stop to pick some flowers or to chat with a student, you'd never go a day without going to the garden.

So it was inevitable that you and the beastman would enounter. Whether it was some back and forth banter or some random topic, he expected to be able to see your face everyday. He started staring at you whenever you would pass by, and commanded the sacanaclaw students to treat you nice and with respect. Soon, it became too much for him to ignore.

He had fallen in love, and it's all your fault.

Leona closes his eyes, imagining your warmth hugging him, and his face warms up.

"Damn you, herbivore."

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"Stay with me and we can live happily forrrrevvvverrerr and we can hug and kiss and live each other so much. I hope when i confess, you return my feelings.

-love, your secret admirer"

Floyd was known for being seen as scary or intimidating- when really he just had alot of mood swings. It used to be lonely, but now didn't care.

However, Floyd leech found himself falling in love with a Shrimp who was just so...understanding?

You were one of the few people stayed with him no matter what.

The way you always listened to how he was feeling, and that you wouldn't give up trying to understand his feelings, the way that you would hug him and make him blush whenever you cheered him on. Th e way that you would make a witty remark back at him whenever you two were in a bickering type of mood. He loves you so much, it wasn't hard to see.

"Floyd, do you have a crush on the prefect?" Jade asked after Floyd just told him in detàil what you didn't and did like on pizza.

Floyd smiled widely, a faint blush reaching his cheeks. "Maybe."

"You don't want to scare them, maybe try sending them anonymous gifts slowly confessing your love so it's easier." Jade suggested one day, when Floyd was complaining about how hard it was not being able to confess his love without making it weird.

Floyd's face brightened at the idea, thanking his brother before excitedly making your gift.

The box was black, and covered in all kinds of stickers and was tied together with a messy teal ribbon. Inside, was a pair of gloves he decorated (with the help of jade and azul) and 3 packs of sea themed stickers.

Proud of his work, Floyd almost gave it to you in person before Jade stopping him and reminding him,

"Floyd you can't give it to them in person, it's supposed to be anonymous."

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Red's note

The 2nd part of the ask of where yhey have somesort of rivalry if DUCH A CRUNCHY IDEA i already have a fic abt it but i ahve to finish it😍👊 whether i release it or not is dependent on my mood when i finish it😚

[formula-1-otp]

Not Your Fault

Summary : some of the younger drivers decide to go play some football, all fun and games until Logan gets hurt

A/N : I just wanted to say thank you so much for the notes on my last fanfic I am so grateful and I hope you guys enjoy! Anyone needing any f1 obsessed friends and want to help with me prompts let me know! Now onto the story!

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Logan sat on the plane looking out the window, he was ready for the last stop of the triple header. Liam sat beside him as most of the grid was on the plane save for a few teams who had a few extra duties to do.

“Are you ready for another race weekend?” Liam smiled at his boyfriend he knew Logan was disappointed in himself after the last race weekend. Logan just nodded giving a small smile. Liam placed Logan’s hand in his before he started gently rubbing his thumb over Logan’s knuckles.

“How about we play some football when we arrive?” It was Lando with that suggestion. Liam, Logan and Oscar all smiled being sat within proximity of each other. The boys all helped entertain each other on the long flight before they finally made the descent into London. The drive to the hotel was long but it wasn’t too bad thankfully. They had landed very early in the morning so most of the fans were either sleeping or thought they were arriving later.

The boys made it in the hotel lobby and everyone checked into their rooms.

“Want to meet back down here in about half an hour and we’ll go play?” Logan said to the group getting a bunch of nods in return.

“Can we join?” Pierre asked from across the lobby with Yuki standing beside him.

“Of course, we’ll see you soon,” Logan smiled grabbing Liam’s hand and headed up to the room. The two blondes organized their stuff got changed quickly, and cleaned themselves up before getting ready to head back downstairs. Liam pulled on a red bull sweater before chuckling at Logan’s hurt expression.

“You know the media will be out and about,” Logan knew Liam had a point, they could never let the media find out so sometimes Liam took a few extra precautions.

Lando carefully kicked the soccer ball back and forth between his feet trying to get a quick warm-up before the rest of the group showed up. It wasn’t long before the rest showed up. Oscar looked on his phone for the nearest park with a field before the group headed out. They took some back roads trying to avoid the mass of fans and media. The walk was short and the park was thankfully mostly empty, a few small families spread about but mostly everyone just kept to themselves.

The boys all kicked the ball around getting a nice warm-up in.

“3 vs 3?” Lando asked holding the ball under his foot. The group nodded as Lando smiled. Oscar, Logan and Pierre all walked to one half of the field while Liam and Yuki went and stood behind Lando. Both “teams” made their version of a net getting ready for their small competitive game. The ball sat centered both teams ready before a small bit of chaos ensued. The boys were having a great time they decided to play to 5 points it was currently 4-4 both teams were getting competitive. Logan was up against Lando for a face-off.

“You ready?” Lando asked raising his eyebrow at Logan, the American smiled and gave a small nod. Both men went for it, it was Logan who was a tad faster. Managed to get the ball halfway down to their made net before Liam tried to kick the ball away unfortunately he made a slight miscalculation and kicked Logan's ankle sending the American tumbling to the ground with a sharp pain shooting through his ankle.

“Oh my god Logan are you okay?” Liam instantly dropped to his knees beside his boyfriend as Logan was clutching his left ankle. The other boys had started to make a circle around them Oscar was on Logan’s other side trying to help assess the situation.

“Hurts Li,” was all Logan could mutter, Liam’s face paled he couldn’t imagine if he had broken his ankle, Logan was supposed to race in two days and Liam potentially just ruined all of it.

“Can you move it at all?” That was Oscar’s voice bringing Liam back to the real world where he was needed currently. Oscar looked as Logan slightly moved his foot meaning it wasn’t broken but it wasn’t good.

“Let’s get him back to the hotel,” Oscar and Liam helped the American to his good foot placing one arm over each of their shoulders while Lando and the rest grabbed their stuff and started making a clear path back to the hotel while also trying to shield themselves in case any unwanted media was around. The walk back to the hotel was agonizing for everyone, Logan was still in a lot of pain Liam was feeling guilty and the rest of the group wasn’t sure how to react, they knew it wasn’t good.

Finally, back at the hotel, they made it to Logan and Liam’s room. Lando grabbed Logan’s phone getting Alex's number to call the young Thai driver picked up. Lando didn’t have time for pleasantries he was slightly panicking.

“Alex it’s Lando! I need the Williams medic number!?” He spat out so quickly, Alex on the other end was stunned for a second before he spat out the number he had for some reason memorized. Pierre who was right beside Lando was writing the number down and dialing before Lando was even off the phone.

“Why do you need the Williams medic?” Alex was slightly confused he knew McLaren had their medic most of the teams did.

“Logan had a bit of an incident but I’ll explain more later,” he quickly hung up the phone and turned back to the other 3 men around Logan, Lando could see Liam was shaking slightly trying to comfort his boyfriend. Oscar was also looking a little worried but he was able to hold it together a little easier than Liam could. Yuki was just trying to be helpful in any way he could. Pierre returned off the phone when there was a knock at the door quickly Pierre threw open the door to the William’s medic standing in front.

“Merci beaucoup! You were so quick!” Pierre leads the medic in and over to the bed.

“Well Logan you know I don’t like seeing you under these conditions and since everyone is worried about you can you tell me what happened?” The medic whose name tag said Cole started asking Logan some questions assessing the injury getting all possible information. After about half an hour of examining it, Cole looked at Logan and smiled.

“It’s not broken, it’s badly sprained, but if you keep off of it for the next couple of days you might be able to race still this weekend. But I will be back to assess it every day,” Logan couldn’t help but let out a smile it still hurt but if he was told he couldn’t race he wasn’t sure what he would do with himself, he needed the points he needed the seat time anything to prove he deserved to be there. “I’ll give you some pain medicine and some with a bit of sleep meds to help you sleep, for now just rest and keep off your ankle, I’ll let your trainer know and get him to bring you up some crutches.” Cole handed the boy some pills and explained how his routine should be over the day. Lando took this second of distraction to grab Liam’s arm, he slowly winked at Oscar hoping his boyfriend would understand, Oscar gave him a soft smile as he disappeared from Lando’s view.

“Hey talk to me Liam what’s going on?” Lando made sure to keep eye contact with the kiwi, he knew Liam could be a bit flighty. He and Liam had never been best of friends by any means but he knew Liam needed and friend unfortunately as a reserve driver the young Kiwi didn’t have a lot of friends on the road he was always friendly to everyone but hadn’t made a lot of connections aside from Logan’s friends.

“Nothing I just was worried I ruined the weekend, if he couldn’t race Lando, Williams would never let me see him again and it could’ve ruined his entire f1 career all because I wanted to have some fun,” Liam ran his fingers through his hair voice beginning to speed up he was panicking now he couldn’t deny it. Lando saw all the signs of a panic attack coming on he carefully slowed his breathing hoping that would help the energy around Liam.

“Liam, you need to calm down mate, can I touch you?” Lando could see Liam’s eyes darting around before they settled on Lando, Lando could see the tears slowly streaming down his cheeks. He nodded slowly before Lando carefully placed a hand on his back. “It’s not your fault Liam, it was just an accident, it’s not broken and he can probably still race Sunday if you take extra good care of him,” Lando smiled at the young man beside him as he could see the kiwi slowly calming down. After a few moments in silence as Liam was calming down he was finally ready to speak.

“Thank you, Lando, I needed that, sometimes I, I just don’t want to screw this up for Logan, he deserves his seat and I would hate to accidentally jeopardize that.” Liam smiled at the older boy, he was grateful that the older men could read him better than he could read himself.

“Now let’s get in there so you can take care of your boyfriend,” Lando stood to his feet helping Liam to his feet before they reentered the hotel room.

As the hotel door swung open, Logan looked to see his boyfriend and Lando re-enter. Logan couldn’t miss the tear streaks down his boyfriend’s cheeks but before he could even ask Liam had his arms wrapped around his boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry Logan, anything you need just let me know,” Liam said pulling back and smiling.

Liam spent the next 3 days waiting on Logan's hand and foot and the best part the young American still was allowed to participate in the race on Sunday and he did finish his best finish of P15. Liam was ecstatic for his boyfriend and was waiting in his garage when Logan arrived. Liam handed him his crutches as he exited the car.

“I’m so proud of you baby! P15 that’s amazing,” Liam embraced his boyfriend helping him take off some of his gear.

“Thank you so much Liam for everything,” Logan leaned into the hug placing his mouth beside Liam’s ear. “And none of it was your fault,” Logan gently whispered to his boyfriend before continuing to his media duties and his team’s celebration. Everything always worked out in the end and sometimes better than expected.

[synnamon-hearts]

if my last prompt wasnt your jam dont worry i have.. more ideas cuz im insane.

Chris who's that stereotypical awkward geek but is secretly like a mega freak? reads smut, has different types of fleshlights.. maybe even a twitter nsfw account where he totally is a dom online.. ugghfh need that weirdo to FUUUCK me

Gotta do this quick cuz omfg I love it and wanna get it done before I gotta go! Maybe I'll do a part two in the next year (haha I love that joke) to flesh it out better. 👀

NSFW down below!

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

Awww, poor sweet Chris. Too shy to talk to girls in a normal way when he comes face-to-face with them. When you first meet him, you think he is just an innocent little cinnamon roll. I mean he certainly does seem that way.

Oh but do you get a surprise when you come across his social media. Of course, it isn't his normal Twitter account. No no no, that account is for his friends and family. One day you get a random follow (Follow? Is that how it works on Twitter? I don't use it 😂) by an account under the user of "techdaddy69". Odd? Who could this be? The account page is full of dominant quotes, filthy porn clips, and even fanfic snippets. (Can make it kinkier if Ashley is the one writing them 👀) Your questions are soon answered when you get a message.

"Hey angel, I know I seemed a bit quiet when we met earlier. Care for me to make it up to you?"

OH, then it clicks! It's Chris! Omgomgomg! This is crazy! Quickly you text a response back.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that ;)"

You figured playing it cool was best. Your nerves are high when you see him instantly texting back.

"What can I do for you, baby?"

"Hmm... What can you do?"

"Oh baby, I bet you underestimate me. I can do things none of those guys in your past could even dream up. And I've had practice"

Suddenly, images come flooding onto the screen. Dozens and dozens of toys, mainly fleshlights of different sizes and colors meet your eyes. It's quite mesmerizing in a way.

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

"I see this lol" you respond jokingly.

"I can show you more. Just say the word, and I'm all yours"

"For how long?"

You giggle at the dumb question but it quickly gets shut up by his next reply, bringing forth a deep blush to tint your heated cheeks.

"For as long as you like babygirl ;) Wanna be my little new sub?"

Is this a dream? This has to be a dream, right? Throwing all common sense out the window, you text your acceptance to his proposal and hit send as your panties grow more wet due to suspense, only to grow soaked by his next message.

"Careful what you wish for, baby. I'm no soft dom. I'll whip you into shape to be the perfect sub for me, starting now. You ready?"

[fanfixxx14]

Nick Bosa Fanfic Part. 2

@valentinarey thanks for the comment I hope you like it :))

Sophie tugged on her braid, she felt nauseous. Why would he want to come over after I acted so crazy, she thought. She was so embarrassed she didn't think she could face him after sending those texts. She finally got the courage to respond.

"Why?"

He must be waiting for her to respond because he started typing as soon as her text was delivered.

''We can talk"

When she didn't respond right away he texted her again.

"I haven't seen you since the night we met."

She sucked in a breath as she started typing

"Could you call it meeting if we didn't even talk that night?'

It was true. Sophie had ended up at an after party her best friend had dragged her to, and that's where she saw Nick. He didn't say a word to her the entire night, but every time she looked in his direction she caught him staring at her. And the next morning she woke up to a notification that he had started following her.

Once again, as soon as she sent the text he started typing.

"We can talk tonight then :)"

She sent her address in response and quickly picked up the few items that were out of place in her apartment and lit a candle. She dashed to her room and decided to change into a pair of black yoga pants and and a fitted long sleeve shirt. As she was finishing up brushing her teeth, she heard her doorbell buzz and her stomach tightened into knots.

She buzzed him up and waited anxiously at the door for him to arrive. When he knocked on her door, she gave herself one last look over in the mirror, and let him in.

He smiled down at her and said "Hey." She smiled shyly and said "hi" as she closed the door behind him and leaned against it. He looked her up and down and she felt her face flush. "Do you want anything to drink?" Sophie asked "I have wine." "I'll have a glass if you are" he responded, looking around her small apartment.

Sophie turned to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine and handed him one as she lead him to her living room. They sat down on her couch and stared at each other, there was an awkward tension between them.

"So" he said, looking back and forth between her lips and eyes. "Why were you so upset earlier?" Sophie sighed and looked down at her glass before taking a drink. "I don't know, I think I was just over thinking things too much." He crinkled his brows in confusion and asked "what do you mean?"

Sophie couldn't drink the wine fast enough to have this conversation with him. "I just thought you might have been interested In me, we've been talking practically every day since that night and I know how busy you are. I guess I thought that it meant something, but then I saw you out with her and this entire month you could have tried to hang out with me but you haven't." By the time she looked back at him, his wine was practically gone.

He took a deep breath and looked directly into her eyes and said "She's not my ex, we never dated. We've hung out a few times and she's going through some things right now so I asked her to have dinner while she was in the city"

Sophie met his gaze, his brown eyes looked so sincere she had to believe him. "okay" she said, "I'm sorry I was being weird earlier, I know it shouldn't have bothered me." He finished his glass of wine and said "I kind of like that it bothered you."

Sophie felt her face flush "I'm going to grab the bottle" she said, gesturing to their empty wine glasses. She got up and went to the kitchen and came back with the almost empty bottle of wine and another full one and refilled their glasses.

Nick got up and walked over to Sophies record player "Can I play something?" He asked. "Yea go for it" Sophie said excitedly as she got up to show him how it worked. "I have a vinyl on there already but you can choose a different if you want." He looked at her collection for a bit and said "I want to listen to the one you have on already."

"Okay" Sophie said smiling as turned on the record player. "I hope you like Lana Del Rey!" She could feel him walk up behind her and he asked "Is that a band?" She turned around as "Brooklyn Baby" started to play and gasped "You don't know who Lana is?" He shook his head and said nothing, they both stood in her living room taking in the ethereal song.

His eyes kept dropping to her lips, and he stepped towards her and slowly closed the gap between them. He cupped her face with his hand and brought his lips to hers and kissed her.

[hongcherry]

Hello love, Hope you're doing good :)

I've never been read a detailed aftercare scene in most of the fanfic and Im here to make a request, coz i can only trust your writing ! YOU ALWAYS NAIL IT 💅

Can we get a detailed aftercare scene (like washing her up, helps dressing, foods, some good cuddles) after some rough and good sex 🫢 ? maybe (fwb) jimin × reader

*sorry if there was any mistake coz english is not my first language

💞 Pairing: fwb!Jimin x Reader (afab)

💞 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Fluff, smut; Friends with benefits

💞 Warnings: pet name (kitten—bc its not a jimin fic if i don't include it sorry), rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, protected sex, dirty talk, reference to multiple orgasms, mention of feeling sore, aftercare(!!!)

💞 Word Count: 1.2k

💞 Author's Note: YOU'RE THE SWEETEST. THANK YOU! im touched you trust me with your request! im so sorry it took me so long to finish it; i hope you're able to find this on ur timeline :c and plz don't apologize! thank you for sending in this ask 🥰

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“Cute little ass all red from my hand,” Jimin observes with a smirk you can’t see.

You moan in reply, hands clutching the bedsheets below. Another sharp slap rings in the room when he hits your ass again. It’s sore from his constant spanking, but you strangely love the pain.

Jimin soothes the area with his warm hand briefly before connecting it to your other cheek—repeating the soothing process.

“Feels good, kitten? You like having my handprint on your ass?” he questions.

You nod, keeping your head pressing into the mattress.

“I want to hear your words,” Jimin tsks and grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your face up.

Your back arches, and it causes Jimin’s cock to slip slightly deeper into your dripping pussy.

“Yes!” you cry. “Love when you spank me.”

Jimin pulls your head back a little just to mess with you and then he lets you go and watches as you collapse on the mattress.

Six more slaps are given to your red ass, harsh and quick in succession. You’re making noises that are between a whimper and a moan. Each spank has you tightening your hold on the sheets, as well as clenching around Jimin’s hard length inside you.

The feeling of your tight walls makes Jimin moan and quickly pick up where he had left off before he paused to spank you.

Your body jerks back and forth as Jimin slams into you from behind. His skin collides with yours roughly.

“Gonna be my good little kitten and come around my cock again?” Jimin asks.

“Fuck, yes,” you gasp out, reaching a hand down to circle your clit rapidly.

Jimin continues his quick pace until you’re withering on the bed, crying out his name while your body shakes.

“So good for me,” Jimin grunts as he presses his weight into you, his own moans mixing with yours as he releases into the condom. He stays like that for a while before slipping from you and removing the ruined condom. He ties and tosses it in the trash bin, then falls back onto the mattress next to you.

You both lay breathing heavily, not needing to say anything for now.

After Jimin has regained some of his strength, he starts climbing off the bed. It’s not unusual for him to help you to the bathroom, but it is unusual for him to join you as you wash up.

You stand on tired legs under the warm water; Jimin stands beside you and gives you a small smile.

“What are you doing?” you ask tiredly.

“Helping you,” he says while squeezing some shampoo into his palms. He brings the product to your hair and begins massaging it in. “You gonna complain?”

You sigh, closing your eyes at the pampering. You would argue, but it’s nice to just relax after an intensive session.

You feel a pang of guilt that even though he did most of the work, he’s still helping you beyond the bedroom.

After rinsing the soap from your hair, you try to return the favor and wash his. Jimin chuckles and moves your hands away.

“Just relax, kitten,” he instructs. “I want to.”

“But you’re probably tired too,” you reply.

He shakes his head. “I feel fine. Now, let’s finish this up. I’m hungry.”

You laugh and nod. After twenty minutes of showering, you’re both snuggled on the couch with ramen in front of you. It’s not the fanciest meal, but it was quick and easy.

Jimin had even helped you dress, which you tried to protest again, but he refused to relent.

“You don’t feel guilty about earlier, right?” you question as he scrolls through the list of movies and shows.

Jimin’s eyes furrow with confusion at your question. He gives you a brief glance.

“Because you went a little rougher than usual,” you explain, recalling how he had pulled your hair harshly as he railed you from behind. The ache between your legs becomes more evident due to the memory.

“Ah, well, a little,” he admits. “But I also just wanna make sure you’re taken care of. The aftercare is just as important as the sex.”

You smile and snuggle against his side more. “I liked it, Jimin. I would’ve used my safe word if I needed a break or if I wanted you to stop.”

Jimin nods as he exhales deeply. “I would hope so.”

You reach up to turn his face to you. “Believe me. I like it when you’re rough.”

Jimin’s lips begin to curl; it’s nothing flirty. He’s genuinely happy to have found someone who enjoys the same kinks. Even if it’s not a permanent situation. You were just a friend who was willing to explore things with him. Someone he could trust. Someone who wouldn’t be so judgmental.

“Good,” he replies. “Now, pick something quick so we can eat before it gets cold.”

You grin and snatch the remote from him. Jimin shakes his head when you select a show you’ve both seen twice. A third time’s a charm.

“What? You said pick.”

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbles halfheartedly.

You grab a bowl of ramen and a pair of chopsticks. Jimin follows your lead, eating his meal as the show begins to run its opening credits.

Normally, Jimin would make sure you’re okay, talk through what happened to ensure he knew what you had liked and didn’t and you’d learn the same about him. He would leave once he thought you were fine. Only rarely did he stay any longer.

Though you had to admit, it was nice hanging out with him without the benefits. Maybe you’ll suggest just hanging out next time with no strings attached. You didn’t want to stop having sex with him, but your time with Jimin has solely been about that. You miss when it was just innocent lazy Sundays.

“You done?” Jimin asks after a while. He’s gesturing to your empty bowl and waiting for your reply.

“Oh, yeah,” you answer and hold it out for him. He takes the dishes and quickly heads to the kitchen to place them in the sink. He rinses the bowls, then comes back, promising to clean them properly before he goes.

When Jimin returns, he wraps his arms around you and guides you both to lie down. He grabs the blanket on the back of the couch and covers you both.

You smile contently as you watch your show in Jimin’s arms. His embrace has always made you feel at ease. You can’t explain it, but he’s one of those people who gives great hugs—and consequently, great cuddles. Something about them just feels so loving.

“You feeling okay?” he asks out of the blue.

“A little sore, but overall, I’m great. What about you?” you wonder and glance back.

Jimin glances at your lips, then your eyes. He doesn’t kiss you unless you’re having sex. Though, right now you wish he’d kiss you anyway.

“I’m great too. Do you mind if I spend the night? I can stay on the couch?”

You turn back to the screen. “You can sleep in the bed. I don’t mind.”

“The couch is fine,” he insists, and you sigh silently.

“Okay,” you yield. It’s just easier.

Three episodes later, you’re still in Jimin’s hold. He’s fallen asleep, soft snores emitting behind you. You’re not strong enough to move him to your bed yourself, and you know he won’t go there willingly. Thus, you stay relaxed on the couch. It won’t be this comfortable soon since there’s not much room, but you don’t care. You rather not be alone.

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[leftoverdinosaurbones]

Chapter 8: A Taste of Salvation

Series: F!Reader (Dark Urge), Spawn Astarion, Haarlep, Raphael - NSFW (minors DNI)

[Major Spoilers - Set post BG3]

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Here is the next chapter of the fanfic I've been working on!

You can start with Chapter 1 here on tumblr or read through everything here on Ao3.

Content Warning: This is just smut lol (AFAB reader with Astarion). More specifics: semi-public, unprotected vaginal sex, oral, fingering

Summary: You and Astarion have some... unfinished business to attend to.

Bits of plot at the beginning and end!

Chapter 8: A Taste of Salvation

You kept catching yourself staring at Wyll and Karlach, shocked that they were truly here, with you. After all this time. When you said goodbye to them on the docks after the fight against the netherbrain, you truly thought you’d never see them again. Seeing their faces, alive, outside of Avernus - it was simply a dream come true.

Wyll smiled up at Karlach as she gazed across the room, taking in all the sights and sounds of the Elfsong Tavern. She was buzzing, glowing, absolutely high on being back home. His eyes were soft and tender as he drank her in. She swayed gently back and forth, lulled by the music and hum of the crowd around them. Wyll traced his fingers up her arm, startling Karlach out of her reverie. She turned to look at him, startled. But quickly, she dropped her shoulders and brought her hand to Wyll’s face. She guided his face up close to hers, and they connected. At first, it was brief, chaste. But then Wyll grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her into a deep kiss. A passionate kiss, one that had been teased between the two over countless battles in Avernus.

The moment suddenly felt too intimate for an audience. Your ears burned hot as your eyes, in a panic, darted around the room in a search for a distraction.

Cool, gentle fingers touched your chin, bringing you back. Astarion turned your face towards his, with a small smile.

“I believe we have a bit of unfinished business to attend to.”

“Hmm, is that right?” You murmured as his hand reached up to cup your cheek. Your knee turned to brush up against his leg, sending small currents through your skin. You moved your chair closer to his and sat on the very edge, bringing his leg in between yours. Your hands grabbed the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you buried your face into his neck.

Astarion brought his hands to your knees and started to slowly trace his fingers up to your hips, then dragged his nails back down to your knees again. You felt the goosebumps prick up on your skin, even through your clothes. You turned towards his neck and lightly ghosted a few kisses up from his collarbone to his jaw, occasionally grazing his skin with your teeth just to feel his body tense beneath you.

“Let’s give them some space.” Astarion stood, flashing you one of his devious half-smiles as he gave you his hand. You felt your heart flutter as he guided you smoothly out the front door and into the quiet, dark streets of Baldur’s Gate.

You walked in a rushed silence, the air between you thick with anticipation. You stole glances up to his face but he was stoic, looking straight forward and walking with determination.

Suddenly, Astarion stopped and pushed your body up against a nearby building. His knee pressed up and between your legs as his hip pinned you in place. One hand gathered your wrists above your head while the other greedily groped your body. He kissed you with recklessness abandon, clashing against your lips and pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hand makes its way up under your shirt, up to pinch your nipple before dragging his nails back down your stomach.

“Astarion!” You breathed as he broke the kiss. "Here, in the middle of the street?” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched a few people start to walk down this street before noticing you and turning the other direction. Your face flushed.

Without saying a word, Astarion released your wrists and pulled away from you. He continued to walk quickly and deliberately down the street towards your home.

Astarion started to slow down as you neared your home, taking a new direction. Your eyes spied the small wooded area only a moment before he pulled you into the cover of the trees. Finally, he stopped to hold you against a large oak tree, his body caging your own. You felt the weight of him against each part of you, yet it still wasn’t enough.

He pressed his lips across your jaw, slowly down your neck, stopping to tease and nip gently at the spot where he drinks from you. You wanted him to bite you nearly as much as you wanted him to fill you, to fuck you senseless. Your hips tried to press up towards him in vain as his body trapped you firmly against the tree.

He released his grip on your wrists to lift up the front of your shirt, exposing yourself to him. He pressed his lips into the delicate skin of your breast, breathing in deeply before leaving painfully light kisses as your body ached for more. Your hands found rough purchase in the soft hair on the back of his hand, weaving your fingers into the strands and willing him to take you, harder.

“Oh no, my love,” he sighed into your stomach as his fingers continued to trace slowly down your waist. “I’ve been waiting far too long for this. I’m going to take my time. I’m going to take what I need.”

You threw your head back, pressing into the solid oak behind you. Gods, you needed him. It had only been a few days without him inside you, but you ached for him like it had been an eternity.

His fingers danced along your waistband for just a moment before he pulled down your pants. You stepped out of your shoes and your pants quickly, kicking them aside.

Astarion laughed softly to himself, bringing his lips to press a kiss to the top of your mound. You tried again to shift your hips, to change the angle and get any sort of friction where you needed it, but Astarion clamped an arm across your hips and locked you in place. With his free hand, he swiped between your legs.

“I love to see how wet you get from just me touching you. To feel how much you want me,” he purred. He dragged his finger along the laced edge of your panties as you desperately writhed under his firm grip. He slipped a finger along your folds, teasing your clit for just a moment, and then pulled it away.

He hooked a finger over the fabric and pulled them down and off your body. He brought your leg over his shoulder and held it in place with his arm as his hand pressed against your stomach. His lips left tender kisses up your inner thighs, his teeth grazing and nipping at your delicate skin.

Astarion smiled up at you from between your legs as he brought his fingers to your clit. He started with painstakingly slow circles, keeping his eyes on you as he gradually picked up the pace. Your body was on fire, alight with pleasure that rippled through you to your core.

His fingers moved down, replaced swiftly with his tongue. He pressed his face into you as his practiced mouth worshiped your clit. Your back arched, feeling the rough bark of the oak tree bite into your shoulder blades. He slipped his long fingers inside you with languorous thrusts, paying no mind to the torment he was putting your body through.

You couldn’t breathe anymore - or had you just forgotten how?

“More, please…” you begged, softly, barely able to produce the words. He lifted his face up to look at you, his lip glistening with your arousal.

“What do you want? You have to tell me.” Astarion teased.

You let out a soft whine, feeling flushed and embarrassed by how quickly you’ve come undone.

“Take me,” you exhaled. “Fuck me, make me yours.”

He smiled, eyes dark and hungry. He stood up, placing a hand on your back and your ass to lay you down on the ground. He closed in on your space, hooking his leg against yours and pushing it up, spreading you open for him effortlessly. His arms held firm on either side of your face, his body caging you against him. His lips met yours as your fingers grasped at the hem of his shirt, clumsily trying to pull it off. You needed to feel his skin against yours, to press into one another.

Astarion pulled away from your kiss to remove his shirt. He paused for only a brief moment to gaze down at you, sprawled out and so needy for him. Then, he was pressed up against your body, hips rocking into yours as he nipped at your ear, trailing his lips down your neck.

You lifted your chin towards him, opening up your neck further for his exploration. His teeth trailed along the delicate skin, teasing once again where he often feeds from you. Your skin burned with anticipation, your hips driving towards him. You wanted him to bite you, to claim you, to let everyone know that you are his and only his.

His grip twisted in your hair, pulling your head hard to the side to expose your neck. He bit down, hard, and drank from you as your eyes rolled back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and clawed your fingers down his back, in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

Golden spots started to cloud your vision and your limbs started to fall lax as he pulled deeper from you. Astarion broke away, breathing deep, licking the remaining drops of blood from his lips.

He separated from you again to remove his pants as you floated back down from the rush of his bite. Seeing him laid bare, nearly glowing in the full moonlight in between your legs brought a hunger back within you. He gave you a little half-smile as he took his cock in hand, stroking it to your image.

He let out a low laugh at the desperate sight of you - your face pained by the space between you and your cunt dripping with need. He was excited by how much you wanted him. How badly you still wanted him, even after all this time.

He spread you open as he rubbed the tip of his cock around your entrance, a vicious tease. He gathered up your wetness before rubbing it against your clit, ripping a moan out of both of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to try to push him inside but he remained firm, teasing all around but not fucking you.

“Please…” you begged again, stretching out your hands towards him. Your core twisted in apprehension and deep desire.

He paused, the head of his cock pressed against your entrance with his hand clasped firmly on your hips, locking you in place.

“Who do you belong to?” He demanded, his voice low and rough. Behind his words, hints of jealousy ring through, the pains of the past days a haunting reminder for both of you.

You take his face in your hands, looking him in the eyes.

“You, Astarion. I am yours. Completely.”

He gripped your hips, nails digging into your skin as he thrust deep inside you. You cried out, forgetting how close you were to the street as he drove himself into you with abandon. The pain of him splitting you open and stretching you out twisted to pleasure as your arousal coated his cock.

“Fuck… I… please, Astarion…” You begged for nothing and everything at the same time as your nails found purchase in his back, clawing his skin.

Astarion needed to have more of you, to take as much as he could. He hooked your knee up into the crook of his arm, slowly raising it to his shoulder so he could thrust deeper into you.

His cock filled you completely, hips slamming into your body in a greedy, starved rhythm. The merciless use of your body had you clench tightly around him, pleasure coiling tightly in your core.

You felt your orgasm building within you, rising up like an unstoppable wave threatening to crash at any moment.

Astarion felt it too. He brought his hand between you to rub circles on your clit in an effort to bring you to your climax along with you. Sparks rippled throughout your body as you arched your back to help meet his every thrust. You bit your lip, hard, to stop yourself from crying out in a twisted sense of pain and pleasure. Astarion clashed his lips against yours, capturing the blood that bloomed beneath your teeth.

Your body writhed with pleasure that burst from your core. Your cunt pulsed and clenched tightly around Astarion’s cock as he tumbled over the edge with you. His hands gripped tightly on your hips, locking you in place as he pumped into you, filling you with his cum. He pressed his forehead against yours, panting.

Eventually, he pulled himself out of you - though you wish you could have stayed there forever, tangled up with each other. He rolled to lay at your side, and you nestled into the crook of his arm. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you both looked up at the stars. You laced your fingers with his across his chest.

“Thank you,” he whispered against the top of your head.

“Hmm? For what?”

“For being here. For being with me. For accepting and loving me, even after everything. I would do anything for you - give up anything for you. I hope you know that.”

***

You greeted the next day slowly, lazily, without a care in the world. You saved your friends from Avernus, and you were happy. So, so happy. You deserved a break - and hopefully a repeat performance of last night.

Eyes still closed, you stretched your arms above your head and let out a gratuitous yawn. You didn’t want to open your eyes and end the most perfect night you’ve had in such a long time.

Wait.

This doesn’t smell like home. This smells like something else.

You press your fists tighter against your eyes, sending flashes of color against your lids. You refuse to let this reality sink in.

You know this smell.

Fire, sulfur, and cherries.