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[gingersnapwolves]

So today I want to talk about puberty blockers for transgender kids, because despite being cisgender, this is a subject I’m actually well-versed in. Specifically, I want to talk about how far backwards things have gone.

This story starts almost 20 years ago, and it’s kind of long, but I think it’s important to give you the full history. At the time, I was working as an administrative assistant for a pediatric endocrinologist in a red state. Not a deep deep red state like Alabama, we had a little bit of a purple trend, but still very much red. (I don’t want to say the state at the risk of doxxing myself.) And I took a phone call from a woman who said, “My son is transgender. Does your doctor do hormone therapy?”

I said, “Good question! Let me find out.”

I went into the back and found the doctor playing Solitaire on his computer and said, “Do you do hormone therapy for transgender kids?” It had literally never come up before. He had opened his practice there in the early 2000s. This was roughly 2006, and the first time someone asked. Without looking up from his game of Solitaire, the doctor said, “I’ve never done it before, but I know how it works, so sure.”

I got back on the phone and told the mom, who was overjoyed, and scheduled an appointment for her son. He was the first transgender child we treated with puberty blockers. But not, by far, the first child we treated with puberty blockers, period. Because puberty blockers are used very commonly for children with precocious puberty (early-onset puberty). I would say about twenty percent of the kids our doctor treated were for precocious puberty and were on puberty blockers. They have been well studied and are widely used, safe, and effective.

Well. It turned out, the doctor I worked for was the only doctor in the state who was willing to do this. And word spread pretty fast in the tight-knit community of ‘parents of transgender children in a red state’. We started seeing more kids. A better drug came out. We saw some kids who were at the age where they were past puberty, and prescribed them estrogen or testosterone. Our doctor became, I’m fairly sure, a small folk hero to this community. 

Insurance coverage was a struggle. I remember copying articles and pages out of the Endocrine Society Manual to submit with prior authorization requests for the medications. Insurance coverage was a struggle for a lot of what we did, though. Growth hormone for kids with severe idiopathic short stature. Insulin pumps, which weren’t as common at the time, and then continuous glucose monitoring, when that came out. Insurance struggles were just part and parcel of the job.

I remember vividly when CVS Caremark, a pharmaceutical management company, changed their criteria and included gender dysphoria as a covered diagnosis for puberty blockers. I thought they had put the option on the questionnaire to trigger an automatic denial. But no - it triggered an approval. Medicaid started to cover it. I got so good at getting approvals with my by then tidy packet of articles and documentation that I actually had people in other states calling me to see what I was submitting (the pharmaceutical rep gave them my number because they wanted more people on their drug, which, shady, but sure. He did ask me if it was okay first).

And here’s the key point of this story:

At no point, during any of this, did it ever even occur to any of us that we might have to worry about whether or not what we were doing was legal.

It just never even came up. It was the medically recommended treatment so we did it. And seeing what’s happening in the UK and certain states in America is both terrifying and genuinely shocking to me, as someone who did this for almost fifteen years, without ever even wondering about the legality of it.

The doctor retired some years ago, at which point there were two other doctors in the state who were willing to prescribe the medications for transgender kids. I truly think that he would still be working if nobody else had been willing to take those kids on as patients. He was, by the way, a white cisgender heterosexual Boomer. I remember when he was introduced to the concept of ‘genderfluid’ because one of our patients on HRT wanted to go off. He said ‘that’s so interesting!’ and immediately went to Google to learn more about it. 

I watched these kids transform. I saw them come into the office the first time, sometimes anxious and uncertain, sometimes sullen and angry. I saw them come in the subsequent times, once they were on hormone therapy, how they gradually became happy and confident in themselves. I saw the smiles on their faces when I gave them a gender marker letter for the DMV. I heard them cheer when I called to tell them I’d gotten HRT approved by insurance and we were calling in a prescription. It was honestly amazing and I will always consider the work I did in that red state with those kids to be something I am incredibly proud of. I was honored to be a part of it.

When I see all this transgender backlash, it’s horrifying, because it was well on the way to become standard and accepted treatment. Insurances started to cover it. Other doctors were learning to prescribe it. And now … it’s fucking illegal? Like what the actual fuck. We have gone so far backwards that it makes me want to cry. I don’t know how to stop this slide. But I wrote this so people would understand exactly how steep the slide is.

[jaesblogstuff]

Probably your other Girlfriend

“Remember that little black ashtray you used to have?” Simon calls out from the kitchen, digging around like he’s gonna find something that isn’t his.

You don’t even look up from your laptop. “Ashtray?”

“Yeah,” he says, rattling a drawer. “ You know, black. Square. You always kept your lighters in it.”

You blink. “Simon, I don’t smoke.”

There’s a pause. The kind where you can feel him stopping mid-motion, mentally scrolling through his own memories like an idiot.

And you’re just sitting there, watching it click behind his eyes. That he’s not technically wrong. You did buy a little black dish like that once. Flea market, two bucks, no thought. Tossed your lip balm and keys in it. Forgot it even existed.

You smirk, eyes still on your screen. “Must’ve been your other girlfriend.”

Throwaway line. Joke. Light. Nothing mean. But of course Simon wants a say in it.

“Yeah,” he says. So fast. Like he was waiting to say it. “Could’ve been.”

Silence. Your head tilts slow as hell.

Just your eyes on him like you’re calculating the trajectory of the beer bottle next to him and deciding whether or not prison’s worth it today. “Ha. Ha.”

He freezes. Still holding the drawer like it’s a shield.

“You keep playing with me.” It’s not loud. It’s not even a threat.

But he knows better than anyone—that’s the danger zone. Because your tone doesn’t change. But the air does.

“You make another joke like that,” you nod toward the counter, “and that bottle’s going in your skull. And not the fun way.”

Simon just stares at you for a second, like he’s trying to decide if you’re bluffing.

You’re not. And he knows it.

Because last month, you ruined a man’s entire bloodline for lying to you during a debrief. Did it barefoot, in pajamas, eating chips. Didn’t even pause the show you were watching.

So no, you’re not the one.

He nods once. “Copy.” Smart.

He moves back to the fridge like nothing happened, but the corners of his mouth are doing that thing, barely-there smirk, like he’s impressed. Like he lives to piss you off.

Because this is foreplay for him.

He wants to see how far he can go before you finally snap and kill him in his sleep. And honestly? You let him.

Because who else is gonna carry the groceries and make you tea and know exactly where your shoulder blades like to be kissed?

He’s annoying. But he’s yours.

[oceantornadoo]

protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in

“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.

“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.

“‘ello?”

“si- simon, it’s me.”

“i know, lovie. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.

“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.

“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”

9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.

suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.

“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.

twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.

“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.

“you win.”

fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.

“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.

“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”

“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.

“we’re not together anymore, simon.”

“you’re still my wife.”

silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.

“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.

“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.

“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.

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idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately

[thoughtfulseason]

so much stressful adrenaline today and the day’s barely started

[davinawritings]

His Pretty Girl

Hello! This is a commission for one of my Werewolf's Mate members on Patreon! I hope you enjoy!

Request: Male hybrid cat x female reader. I want to have the guy to be mostly humanoid. So like cat ears and tails or whatever else comes to mind. Just like no like full on cat head or paws. And I want him to be a yandere. Reader- shy and introverted. Other than that you have full creative freedom.

Pairing: Male Cat Hybrid X Fem Reader

Summary: Simon quickly became your best friend but he wants more. He wants you to belong to him and only him and is willing to do anything to have you. He has waited long enough so he finally puts his plans into action to make sure you are all his.

Word Count: 2,547

Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Smut, Creampie, Very Brief Talk Of Oral

Simon had become attached to you from your very first meeting at freshman orientation. In his eyes, both of you choosing the same college had to be fate. He adored how shy you were when he first approached you to introduce himself. The way you gave him a soft smile but could barely meet his eyes when he spoke to you just made him want to wrap you up in his arms and never let go.

While you both became best friends fast, he knew he needed more. Simon wants you to be his completely, mind, body, and soul. He wants you to want him and need him more than anyone. You are so perfect for him—so sweet, shy, and beautiful. He has spent the last two years becoming inseparable from you, but now it is time for more. He needs you to be entirely his. 

His first step brings him to now, with you crying in his apartment. He knew it was wrong to alienate you from all of your childhood friends, but he needs to be the most important person in your life. He’s not happy that it’s causing you pain, but it is necessary for your future together. 

You lay against his chest while he reclines on his couch, sobs escaping your soft lips as you cling to him. His pointed ears twitch at the sound of your sadness, gently purring to try and calm you down. His tail stays wrapped around your plush thigh firmly as a comforting gesture. He lets you release all your built-up feelings, his large hands rubbing up and down your back.

You had come over about an hour ago, tears already pouring down your cheeks. It didn’t take him long to pry the reason out of you between sobs and gasping breaths. You had been texting your friends back home, but they all seemed to be icing you out. None of them would respond to your messages. You had no idea why they would suddenly stop speaking to you, but Simon knew why. 

Two weeks ago, when you slept at his place, he had gone into your contacts and blocked all of your friends. He knew it would hurt you, but he would make sure that he stepped up and showed you that he was the only person you needed. He was ready to do anything for you and be the only person you needed. So he kept you in his arms and cooed soft words in your ears about how amazing you are. 

His words are comforting and calming as he reassures, “I know, darling. It’s okay. Let all your tears out. I’m not sure why they won’t talk to you, but you did nothing wrong, pretty girl. I’m here for you. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll never leave you like they did, darling. You will always have me”. He smiles as your sobs finally start calming, happy with the way you are clinging to him.

He waits a few more weeks before making his next move. He waits until Tuesday night when you close the small bookstore where you work. All your coworkers take one night each week to take the closing shift, making it fair for everyone. Simon waits and watches while you do all the closing duties. He makes sure to stay hidden as you lock the door and start going to your car, ready to go home for the night.

He waits a few extra minutes to be safe before walking up to the door and opening it. Last week, he made an imprint of your work keys, the one for the shop’s front door and the key for your locker. He quickly had copies made, and now he had access to everything. He moves around, trashing the entire store, ripping pages out of books, and knocking over the shelves. Simon then moves to the register, smashing it with a large book. He quickly takes out all the cash before dumping the coins all over the floor, making an even bigger mess.

He makes sure not to harm or break the door, leaving it untouched and unlocked as he makes his way out of the store. He quickly stops at the local grocery store and picks up some of your favorite comfort foods, knowing you will need them tomorrow. 

Wednesday evening rolls around, and Simon is waiting for you to arrive. Your shift should have started at two and ended at seven, but he is sure you will be in his apartment before then. He is proven correct when he hears his apartment door open, and you come running to him. The tears are already falling as you cling to him. He runs his hands through your hair in a soothing manner, asking gently, “What happened, pretty girl?”

You sniffle and explain, “I got fired Simon. Som-Someone broke into the bookstore last night. They ruined all the books and stole the money in the register”. You take a deep breath, and he uses the opportunity to ask, “Why would you get fired for someone breaking in? That isn’t your fault”. 

You release a sob and explain, “They said I left the door unlocked and that’s how the person broke in. I tried to tell them that I know I locked it but they wouldn’t belie- believe me. They said the lock wasn’t broken, and none of the windows were broken, so I must have left it unlocked. I swear I didn’t, Simon. I always make sure to lock up on my night. Now they fired me, and I don’t have a job, and I only have a couple of months’ worth of rent in my savings, so I need to find a new job within the next few weeks- and I… I…”.

Simon purrs softly and pulls you closer to his chest to calm you as your sobs begin breaking up your words again. “Everything will be okay, pretty girl. You don’t need that job anyway. I can help take care of anything you need until you get back on your feet”, he says, his tail rubbing up and down your leg affectionately. 

Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, and you cling to him even more, whispering out a “Thank you” as he puts your mind at ease. He places a kiss on your forehead before saying, “Go ahead and get comfortable on the couch. I’ll grab some snacks, and we can have a movie night”. You give a slight sniffle before giving him a shy smile, reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek before running off to his couch to get comfortable. He smiles as he watches you run off, his cock twitching in excitement, almost as if it knows how much closer he is to claiming you completely. 

He only waits a few days before acting on the third part of his plan. He knocks on your landlord’s door, an unmarked folder in his hands. Your sleazy landlord opens the door, but Simon cuts him off before he even has a chance to speak. “Listen, here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to double the rent for the woman in apartment 2C. You tell her the new price starts immediately, and she has to pay or get out by the end of the month, which is in exactly three days. If you don’t do that, I will send copies of these photos to the cops”.

Simon doesn’t hesitate to pull out several photos of your landlord dealing drugs outside your apartment building. He watches the landlord’s eyes go wide as he flips through photo after photo, each showing clear photo evidence of his crimes. His voice wobbles as he asks, “So I kick the girl outta 2C, and you swear these photos disappear?”. Simon gives a simple nod, which is enough for the landlord to agree. Now, all Simon needs to do is wait; luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long. 

That evening, you come crying into Simons’s apartment, practically collapsing in his arms. Tears flow freely once more as you lean on the only person you have in the world. He pulls you onto the couch once again, keeping you wrapped tight in his arms. He releases soft purrs to calm you as you explain you have to be out of your apartment in three days because your landlord raised your rent. Your tears come faster as you begin panicking. 

His ears twitch slightly as your cries pull at his heart. His voice is soft as he says, “Don’t worry, your pretty little head. You can live here with me. I’ll take care of you”. He has to physically bite the inside of his lip as you stare up at him with glossy eyes, a look of love and adoration on your face. 

You calm your breathing slightly before asking, “Are you sure, Si? It doesn’t seem fair for me to just move in with you. I only have a little bit of money in my savings, so I can’t pay you much for rent, and I don’t even have a new job yet.” 

He affectionately strokes your cheek as his tail moves to wrap around your upper thigh, its favorite place to be. He gives you an innocent smile and replies, “Of course, I’m sure. Haven’t you realized that I love you more than anything in the world, pretty girl? No one loves you as much as I do. Plus, now we get to spend all our time together. It will be even better. I don’t want you to worry anymore, okay? I can and will take care of my favorite girl”.

This time, he can’t suppress his grin as you nuzzle your face into his neck, curling your body into his own as much as possible. Simon lets his hands roam up and down your back, happy you don’t stop him when his hands roam lower than they ever have.

He can already feel his cock hardening as you say, “Thank you so much, Simon. I really can’t express how grateful I am to have you in my life. When everything goes wrong, you are always there to take care of me”. Simon pulls you closer, once again promising to always be there for you. 

Over the next few days, Simon helps you move into his home, insisting that you both share one bed. He makes sure to cater to all your needs and make you feel loved and safe. He’s overjoyed when you genuinely seem to only focus on him. No more plans with other people, no more leaving him for hours to go to work, and no more interrupting phone calls from childhood friends and family. 

He lets you adjust for the first few weeks in his home, but he quickly grows impatient. The need to make you his completely is building with each day. As you both lie in bed, he finally decides to put his last plan into place tonight. 

The moon is high in the sky as he shifts around in his spot on the bed, occasionally letting little sighs escape him. It doesn’t take long for you to ask what’s wrong. Simon puts on his best-embarrassed face and tells you, “It’s nothing. Just get some rest. I’m okay”. 

His cock hardens as you shift closer to him, placing one of your hands on his chest and pleading, “Please tell me, Si.” He pretends to be embarrassed again as he tells you, “It’s just that you are so pretty, and having you in my bed… well, it just kind of got me a little… you know… worked up”.

He can see when you piece together what he is trying to say. He watches, slightly amused, as you become his sweet, shy girl again. He knows his pretty girl is too nice to leave him to solve his problem by himself, especially after all the recent events. 

Simon can feel his tip leaking precum as you say, “I can help if you want.” He pretends to be nervous, telling you you don’t have to. You immediately say, “I want to help. Si, you have been so good to me, especially these last few weeks. It’s my turn to help take care of you. Please let me take care of you”.

He nods and can’t hide his eagerness as he quickly slots himself between your soft thighs. Tomorrow he will spend hours worshiping your body and licking your cunt, but right now, all he wants is to feel you wrapped around his throbbing cock. He strips you both of your clothes as fast as he can, needing to feel your skin against his own. 

His tail caresses your upper thigh, causing you to shiver. He grins at the sight, knowing just how much fun he’ll have teasing your body every day. He pushes your legs up, placing your legs over his chest. Grabbing his cock in his right hand, he rubs it along your puffy slit, making sure to tap the head on your clit. Precum drips from his tip as you release little mewls and whimpers. 

Your slick starts to coat his cock as he continues rutting against you, his cock sliding between your lips. He continues until you beg for more. Your begging is like music to his ears, hearing how much you need and want him. He lines up with your weeping cunt, taking a moment to admire the sight and tell you how beautiful you look like this. 

With one hard thrust, he enters your tight pussy, finally feeling you wrapped around him where you belong. Whimpers and moans fall from your lips as he sets a slow but hard pace. He wants you to feel every inch of his cock, every ridge and vein. He leans down, kissing you with a burning passion. His tongue caresses your own, and he groans in delight. Your legs press to your chest, and you are at his mercy. He grins as he feels your cunt start fluttering around his length. 

Simon’s thrusts slowly pick up speed as he gets closer to his own high. Your nails dig into his skin and leave little crescent-shaped marks as you arch your back and cry out. Your pussy clenches down on his cock hard and triggers his release. He moans as he feels rope after rope of cum filling you up. He keeps thrusting despite the overstimulation, wanting to fuck his cum deeper inside you. 

He slows to a stop and takes a moment for you both to catch your breath. He reluctantly pulls out, smiling softly at your little whine. He kisses your lips briefly before saying, “It’s okay, pretty girl. I’m just going to get you cleaned up. I’ll be right back”. 

He makes quick work of walking to the restroom and wetting a washcloth. He returns and gently wipes you clean before wiping himself and tossing the rag into the hamper. He climbs back into the bed and pulls you into his chest. He purrs quietly as you curl into him, already dozing off. 

Simon finally feels at peace, knowing his pretty girl is all his. There’s nothing that will ever take you from him now.

[lazysoulwriter]

you can’t touch me, i have a boyfriend ── ✦

requested! thank you. ♡ content: drunk!reader, established relationship, soft!Pedro, humor, fluff, protective boyfriend energy

When Pedro’s phone buzzes at 1:36 a.m. with your best friend’s name lighting up the screen, he already knows.

He picks up on the first ring, rubbing his eyes and half-smiling. “How bad is it?”

“She tried to kiss a mural,” your friend giggles on the other end. “And she just yelled at the bartender for not having peach soda.”

Pedro’s already grabbing his keys. “Okay. I’m on my way.”

By the time he finds you, it’s outside a half-closed bar with neon lights flickering and your friend waving frantically from the curb.

And then he sees you.

Sitting on a bench like a little drunk princess, hair wild, cheeks flushed, talking loudly to no one in particular. You’re holding a half-eaten slice of pizza in one hand and gesturing like you’re giving a TED Talk.

“There he is,” your friend says with relief. “She’s all yours now. Godspeed.”

Pedro walks toward you, trying not to laugh as you squint up at him with suspicious eyes.

“Hey, baby,” he says softly, reaching a hand out to help you stand. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

But you recoil, eyes wide and dramatic. “EXCUSE ME. Who are you?”

Pedro freezes. “What?”

You wave your pizza slice at him like it’s a weapon. “I have a boyfriend. And he’s, like, the hottest man alive, okay? He’s got brown eyes and a deep voice and the sexiest little forehead wrinkle when he gets mad. He smells like heaven and sin and I love him.”

Pedro’s mouth falls open.

You’re not done.

“He’s literally a walking thirst trap,” you continue, wobbling slightly as you get to your feet. “I’m loyal. I’m a loyal woman. You can’t just come here with your… face. And your arms. And your everything.”

He’s choking back laughter now, hands on his hips, biting his lip so hard it might bruise.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently, voice low and teasing. “It’s me. It’s Pedro.”

You narrow your eyes. “That’s what a stranger would say.”

He steps closer, slowly, like he’s approaching a wild animal. “Mi amor, I literally live with you.”

You gasp. “OH MY GOD—did you stalk my boyfriend? Is that how you know where he lives?!”

He loses it. Full-blown wheezing, shoulders shaking, hand over his face to muffle the laughter. “You’re gonna be so embarrassed tomorrow.”

“I’m telling Pedro about this,” you say, pointing at him.

He wipes his eyes, still chuckling, and pulls out his phone. “Say hi to your boyfriend.”

You stare at the camera for a long moment… and then your jaw drops.

“BABYYYY!” you scream, launching yourself into his arms so fast he nearly drops the phone. “Where were you?! A man was trying to KIDNAP ME!”

He cradles you against him, still laughing, still shaking his head like he can’t believe how much he adores you.

“Let’s go home, drunky,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “And tomorrow you’re getting so much teasing.”

✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[ackermanrage]

i would LOVE to request a levi x fem reader where zeke miserably fails at trying to flirt with reader in front of levi and reader just gives him the levi treatment aka kicking the shit out of him lmao. zeke’s just like nvm u guys are perfect for each other

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴛ

levi ackerman x fem!reader warnings: none :) an: hehe i feel like this is perfect, something levi would TOTALLY do. I tried fitting my ideas into a short drabble! Alsooo, I think i forgot to mention this in my intro, but i'll add it. Im not a huge fan of age gaps so if im writing about a older character, you can expect yourself to aged up. And if im writing about a younger character, for example: eren, then you can expect to aged down, to around 16-19.

The courtyard was quiet. The sun hovered overhead, warm and lazy. You leaned back on the bench, one leg crossed over the other, half-listening to Hange ramble about some titan muscle theory.

And then he showed up.

Zeke Jaeger.

All smug grin and soft-rolled sleeves, like he thought he was walking into a wine tasting instead of a military base.

“Captain,” he greeted smoothly, hands in his pockets as he stopped in front of you. “You know, I’ve been thinking. With all the tension around here, maybe we could do something… fun. Together. You and me.”

You blinked at him. Deadpan.

“I’m busy.”

“You weren’t busy five seconds ago,” he smiled.

“I was. Mentally.”

Levi, nearby, didn’t say a word. But his jaw twitched. And his eyes locked on Zeke with a stare sharp enough to flay flesh from bone.

Zeke, oblivious or just stupid, leaned in a bit. “C’mon. Even you can’t resist a man with brains and biceps.”

You gave him a look. Calm. Unbothered.

“You sure you’ve got either?”

Hange cackled behind you. Zeke’s grin faltered, but he shrugged and backed off.

Levi didn’t say a word the rest of the day. Didn’t comment. Didn’t snarl.

That was what made it worse.

---

Later that night, Zeke was walking down the dim corridor near the supply hall, whistling some off-key tune—still full of himself, still acting like he hadn’t nearly embarrassed himself in broad daylight.

He turned the corner—and slammed into something solid.

Someone.

Levi.

Hands in his pockets. Head tilted just enough to cast a shadow over his eyes.

Zeke’s smile faded.

“...Oh. Hey.”

Levi didn’t respond.

Just stared.

Zeke shifted awkwardly. “Listen, if this is about earlier—”

Levi moved. Fast. Silent.

A sharp punch to the gut drove the air from Zeke’s lungs. A second blow landed just beneath his ribs—surgical, precise, not enough to break bone, but enough to hurt.

Zeke staggered back against the wall, coughing.

“What the hell, Levi?!”

Levi stepped forward, eyes calm. Voice flat. Deadly.

“Don’t look at her like that again.”

“I was joking—”

“I wasn’t.”

Another hit—this time, a knee to the thigh that made Zeke drop like a sack of grain.

He didn’t even try to fight back. There was no room to.

Levi crouched in front of him, voice low.

“She didn’t need to handle you. Because I will.”

Zeke wheezed, hand on his ribs. “You’re insane.”

Levi stood. “No. I’m territorial.”

And with that, he turned and walked off—completely silent, as if he hadn’t just issued a one-man beatdown in the dark.

Zeke lay on the floor, groaning.

“...God, she would date him.”

©ackermanrage - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

[shyoko]

Omg hey this is the person who requested the ot7 angsty angst and OMG IT WAS SO GOOD, I love your writing and ugh this angst was 5 stars, simple and absolutely delicious. I don’t want to push but I’d love a part two, cause I love love love angst so much - 🌸

☆Getting in a figth with ENHYPEN -PT2.☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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A/n:  Yay! I'm so happy that you liked it, I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you like this one too, love u 🩷 It was really funny seeing everyone suffer in the last one lol, so here’s this so you won’t suffer anymore. Love you all so much 🩷

✦ Part 1 ✦𓂃 

Heeseung☆

You parked the car in front of the house, your heart in knots. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to leave, to take your things and find refuge somewhere else, far away from everything… far away from him. But even if you tried to run, the sharp pain was still there, consuming you.

You had twenty missed calls. His words still echoed in your mind like sharp blades.

You thought about him. You thought about the two of you. But if you wanted this to work, you had to walk away. You needed to know if he truly loved you, if he would come after you…

With a shaky sigh, you pulled the keys from your pocket and opened the door. The house was completely silent. Or so you thought, until a subtle sound reached your ears: ragged breathing, small muffled sobs coming from the living room.

Your chest tightened at the sight.

Heeseung was lying on the couch, holding his phone in his hand, fast asleep. Even in his dreams, tears kept slipping down his cheeks, tracing the path of his sorrow.

Your resolve wavered. How could you leave after seeing him like this? You hated seeing him suffer.

Without thinking, you carefully approached and knelt beside him. Gently, you slid your fingers across his face, wiping away his tears. That was when his hand moved instinctively, catching yours between his fingers.

At the touch, Heeseung furrowed his brows and blinked, his tired eyes meeting yours.

“Baby! Are you okay? I missed you so much… Will you forgive me? Please?” His voice was trembling, full of desperation. “Baby, I promi—”

The words were cut off when he suddenly sat up and wrapped you in a desperate embrace, as if he was afraid you’d disappear at any moment.

When you pulled away from him, a shiver ran down your spine. His warmth was your refuge, and being away from him felt like a punishment.

“I came to get my things,” you murmured firmly as you stood up.

“N-no, baby… let’s talk, please?”

Heeseung took your wrist and, with a gentle tug, pulled you back into his arms. This time, he didn’t let you go.

He loosened his embrace just enough to cup your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“I’ve been an idiot. A complete idiot,” he whispered seriously. “And, God, I can’t live without you. You’ll never understand how much I love you.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply as he watched a single tear slide down your cheek.

“I wish I could be with you in this life… in the next… and the next and the ne—”

You covered his mouth with your hand, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, yes, I get it.”

A smile appeared on both of your faces.

“Can you yell at me and call me an idiot? That would make me feel better.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re an idiot… but I love you so much.”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he was afraid of losing you again. Without warning, he lifted you and laid you down on the couch, curling up on top of you, resting his head on your chest.

Your heart was racing, and he heard it with a satisfied smile.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice full of sweetness.

He closed his eyes, holding onto you as if you were his only peace.

And maybe, just maybe, you were.

jay☆

Days had passed since that argument with Jay.

Every morning, without fail, a message from him would arrive. "Good morning, love." "I love you." "I miss you." Always with the same tenderness, the same patience. He reminded you that, even though he understood you needed time, he would still be there… waiting.

And you missed him.

Every day, the temptation to reply grew stronger. You wanted to text him so many times, to tell him how much you loved him, how much you needed him… but you held back. You didn’t want to go back to the same cycle. There were still too many doubts in your mind.

As you were cooking, the sound of your phone interrupted your thoughts.

"Can I come over? I need to see you."

A second later, another notification.

"Please, baby."

Your chest warmed instantly. You wanted him close. You needed him. But then, the questions came.

What if everything went back to the way it was? What if nothing changed? What if he didn’t feel the same anymore?

Your phone vibrated again.

"I know you need time, I really do… but I can’t take it anymore. It’s been a week, and I feel like I’m going to die. Please, let me see you. Kiss you. Hold you. Say yes, please."

You couldn’t resist anymore. All the anger, the doubts, the distance—they crumbled all at once.

"Okay."

A simple response, no complications. But behind those two words was a desperate truth: you wanted him back. You wanted his hugs, his kisses. You wanted him.

The distance between his house and yours had never felt so short.

The doorbell rang impatiently.

You took a deep breath before turning the knob and opening the door.

And there he was. Jay.

His face uneasy, his hands trembling, and in them, a bouquet of flowers. Not just any bouquet, but one filled with all the flowers you had once mentioned you liked.

Your lips parted in surprise.

"You didn’t have to do this."

But before you could say anything else, Jay set the flowers aside and took your face in his hands.

And he kissed you.

Desperately. Longingly. Lovingly.

"I missed you too much."

He hadn’t even stepped inside your house. He didn’t care. He just needed you. Always. At any moment. Because to him, you would always be the most important thing.

He had been a fool.

But he was your fool.

And he always would be.

Jake☆

You had only been away from Jake for a few hours, but the argument still weighed heavily on your chest. Every word, every look, every second where everything felt like it was about to break kept replaying in your mind.

You were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when your phone vibrated.

A message from Jake.

You sighed, debating whether to open it or not, but in the end, curiosity won.

It was a photo.

In the picture, Jake and Layla were on the couch together. Jake had a sad expression, his lips slightly pouting, and Layla, lying next to him, looked at the camera with the sweetest eyes in the world.

Along with the photo, a message:

"Layla says her parents need to make up because she doesn’t want to live in a broken home 😭💔"

You couldn’t help but smile a little.

Before you could respond, another message popped up.

"She also says she misses you so much… and that her dad has been unbearable since you left, so please come back for everyone's sake 🥺🙏"

You shook your head, feeling something warm spread through your chest.

And then, one last message.

"Okay, actually, I said that… but she definitely thinks it… I think. 🐶💕"

That was it. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

You grabbed your things and went back to his place.

When you arrived, Jake opened the door in a second, as if he had been waiting right behind it.

"You came back?" —his eyes shone with relief.

Before you could say anything, Layla jumped on you, wagging her tail like crazy and covering you in kisses.

"See? I told you, Layla really missed you."

"Uh-huh, sure… Layla…" —you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

Jake chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay, fine. Me too. A lot. Too much." —His expression softened as he looked at you with pure adoration— "I’m really sorry. I don’t ever want to fight like that again. You’re the best thing I have."

You took a deep breath, trying to stay firm, but… how could you stay mad at him when he looked at you like that?

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"You’re an idiot."

"I know."

"But I love you."

Before you could say anything else, Jake pulled you into his arms, hugging you so tightly you almost lost your breath.

"Agh, Jake, you’re gonna break my ribs!"

"Oops, sorry, I’m just so happy." —He kissed your forehead multiple times— "Never leave again, okay? Layla and I can’t handle it."

"Alright… but on one condition."

"Anything."

"Next time, use Layla from the start. I can’t resist that face."

Jake laughed, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Deal."

Sunghoon☆

You hadn’t spoken to Sunghoon in days. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but after the argument, you were waiting for him to take the first step. However, the silence between you only grew longer, heavier.

Your friends, tired of seeing you sigh over him without doing anything about it, dragged you to a party.

"It’ll be good for you to take your mind off things. Stop thinking about him."

You tried… until a guy who clearly didn’t understand the meaning of “I’m not interested” decided to be too persistent.

"Come on, just one drink. I don’t bite." "No, thanks." "Just one, I promise you’ll have a good time."

You rolled your eyes, taking a step back, but he stepped forward again, blocking your way.

"Is it really that hard to accept an invitation?" "As hard as understanding that I DON'T WANT TO."

Before the guy could respond, a cold, firm voice interrupted the conversation.

"Is there a problem here?"

The world seemed to stop when you turned your head and saw Sunghoon standing there, jaw clenched, his eyes burning with restrained fury.

"And who the hell are you?" the guy spat, annoyed.

"Her boyfriend." Sunghoon took a step forward, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest. "So I’d appreciate it if you stepped back before this ends badly."

The guy frowned, looking at you and then at him, but finally clicked his tongue and walked away, muttering something under his breath.

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon asked, looking down at you.

You didn’t answer.

Not because you didn’t want to, but because you were still too stunned.

Sunghoon sighed and gently took your hand.

"Let’s go. I don’t want you staying here."

You didn’t argue.

You left the party in silence, and he led you to his car. The moment he closed the door, a different kind of tension filled the air. Sunghoon ran a hand over his face, as if trying to calm himself, then turned to you.

"How did you know I was here?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Sunghoon looked away for a second, as if debating whether to answer, but in the end, he sighed.

"I’ve been asking your friends about you every day. I wanted to know if you were okay… if you hated me… if you wanted to talk to me. And today, they told me you were here, so I came."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"Did you really do that?"

"Of course. How could I not worry about you?" —Sunghoon looked at you with those deep, emotion-filled eyes that always made you melt— "I miss you. So much."

His gaze dropped to your lips, and before you could process it, his hands framed your face, and his lips crashed onto yours in a desperate kiss, full of everything he hadn’t been able to say in days.

"I missed you." —He murmured against your lips, pressing soft kisses between each word— "I missed you so much."

Your heart pounded like crazy, but you didn’t pull away.

"Me too."

Sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

"I’m sorry. I was an idiot. I promise it won’t happen again."

"It better not." —You sighed, playing with the strands of his hair.

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Mmm… depends."

"On what?"

"On how many more kisses you’re willing to give me to make up for it."

Sunghoon smirked before leaning in again.

"As many as you want, princess."

Sunoo☆

Since you heard those words, a knot had settled in your chest.

"Yeah, I love her, but sometimes she’s a bit too much and just too..."

You hadn’t wanted to hear the rest. It hurt. And that’s why you had been ignoring his calls and messages for days, trying to keep your distance.

But Sunoo didn’t give up.

Your phone vibrated again, and this time, without thinking too much, you answered.

"What do you want, Sunoo?"

"To talk to you. To explain myself."

His voice sounded different, more serious than usual. You sighed, saying nothing.

"I didn’t mean it like that. I was joking around with Ni-ki, and I said it without thinking. But I wasn’t serious, you know that, right?"

"I don’t know, Sunoo," you admitted honestly. "Is that what you really think of me? That I’m too much?"

There was silence, followed by a deep sigh.

"If being ‘too much’ means that you take care of me, that you’re always looking out for me, and that you shower me with love, then yes, you are. But I love that about you. I don’t want you to change."

You lowered your gaze, biting your lip.

"I’m coming over."

"You don’t have to…"

“Yes, I do. Wait for me."

It was nighttime when the doorbell rang. When you opened the door, Sunoo was standing there, his brows furrowed and lips pressed together, as if he was holding something back.

"I don’t want you to go to sleep thinking I don’t love you."

His tone was firm, sincere. He stepped closer, not breaking eye contact.

"You are the most important person in my life. And if I ever made you think otherwise, I’m sorry."

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

He sighed and, carefully, took your hand.

"Can we fix this? I don’t want to be apart over something stupid I said without thinking."

You squeezed his fingers slightly. You couldn’t stay mad at him.

"Only if you promise to think before you speak next time."

Sunoo let out a small laugh and nodded.

"I promise."

A sigh escaped your lips before you let yourself fall into his arms, feeling his body relax instantly.

"I’m glad you’re not too proud."

"And I’m glad you’re too persistent."

"I guess we make a good team."

You both laughed softly, letting the tension slowly fade away.

"I don’t want to leave tonight," Sunoo murmured into your hair. "Let me stay with you."

You didn’t answer, just took his wrist and led him to your room. He climbed into bed with you, wrapping you in his arms as if he was afraid you’d slip away again.

"Sleep, love," he whispered, gently stroking your back. "I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere."

You closed your eyes, feeling his breathing fall in sync with yours. It didn’t matter what had happened before. Right now, you were together, and that was all that mattered.

Jungwon☆

You locked yourself in the room, crossing your arms as your heart pounded in your chest. You didn’t want to keep arguing.

Outside, Jungwon let out a heavy sigh.

"Baby, please open the door. I don’t want to keep fighting."

"Go away, Jungwon."

"You know I’m not going to do that."

You heard him turn the doorknob, trying to open it. Quickly, you leaned against the door to stop him.

"Let me in."

"No."

"I’m coming in anyway."

"No, you’re not."

But he did.

Jungwon pushed harder than he intended, and before you could react, the door swung open and hit you on the head.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed as he saw you wince and press a hand to your forehead. "Baby, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… come here."

Before you could protest, he took your hand and led you to the bed.

"Let me see." He gently moved your hand away to inspect your forehead. "God… I’m a mess."

He sat beside you, running his fingers through your hair tenderly, pressing soft kisses on the spot where he had accidentally hit you.

"I feel awful. Really, forgive me."

"You didn’t mean to…" you mumbled, feeling how the warmth of his touch melted away any lingering anger.

"Still… Do you want me to get you some ice? Or chocolate? Or both?"

"Maybe both."

"Whatever my princess wants." He smiled, kissing your forehead again.

For a few seconds, silence filled the room until, without meaning to, a small laugh escaped your lips.

"What’s so funny?" Jungwon asked, amused.

"That you literally almost knocked me out with the door."

Now it was his turn to laugh.

"I know, I know. I’m the worst."

"A little bit."

"But you still love me, right?"

"Maybe…" you teased.

"Hey!"

Both of you burst into laughter, and without thinking much about it, you let yourself fall onto his chest. Jungwon wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly, as if that could somehow make up for the accidental hit.

"Don’t lock yourself away from me again," he whispered, stroking your back. "If we fight, I want to fix things together. I don’t want any distance between us."

"I promise."

"Good."

Jungwon let out a relieved sigh and pressed one last kiss to the top of your head while you closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

Ni-ki☆

It had only been a few minutes since you left, but the weight of his words was already unbearable for Ni-ki. His heart pounded as he stared at the door, drowning in regret.

Without thinking twice, he ran after you. He didn’t care that his friends were watching or that the cold night air stung his skin. He just needed to find you.

It didn’t take long for him to catch up. You had stopped on the sidewalk, taking deep breaths to keep the tears from falling. When you heard his hurried footsteps behind you, you clenched your fists.

"Leave me alone, Ni-ki." You said without looking at him.

But he didn’t.

"I can’t."

His voice sounded different. The frustration from before was gone, replaced by desperation and sadness.

"Please, look at me."

You shook your head, but when you felt his trembling hand take yours, it was impossible to ignore him. His dark eyes were filled with regret, and his breathing was unsteady.

"What I said was awful." His voice was shaky. "But I have never, ever, been ashamed of being with you. How could I? You’re the best thing in my life."

You lowered your gaze, feeling your anger begin to crumble.

"Then why did you say it?" You whispered.

Ni-ki bit his lip, his other hand rising to gently cup your cheek.

"Because I’m an idiot who speaks without thinking when I’m upset. But I swear, I didn’t mean it."

A moment of silence passed between you before he sighed and rested his forehead against yours.

"You’re everything to me, okay? If you leave, I’ll go crazy."

You couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh, but your body instinctively relaxed against his. Ni-ki noticed and smiled slightly.

"I know you’re still mad, so you can punish me however you want."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Hit me, insult me, tell me I’m an immature kid…"

"You already know that."

"Hey!"

Finally, a small smile escaped your lips, and Ni-ki took it as his personal victory.

"I made you smile. That means I still have hope."

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away when he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I know."

"So… can I come back home with you?"

"Only if you buy me something to eat on the way."

Ni-ki laughed against your skin and took your hand firmly, making sure you wouldn’t walk away again.

"Anything you want, my love."

Do you feel better after the second part? lol I hope you do (even I got mad at them while writing the first one HAHAHA)

[meowdei]

Xavier is not answering your texts. You’re not a very happy camper as you stare at the delivered status of your spam wall of messages:

i’m bored

let’s watch a movie. u can come over and we’ll cuddle :D

i’ll order takeouttttttt. i will generously use my card and not urs <3

ordered >:) got ur fav so don’t say i don’t do nice things for you

xav i’m bored :(

babyyyyyyyy are u there????

ok cool lol.

Lucky for you (and unlucky for him), you happen to live in the same apartment building. One elevator trip to his floor, a short march to his apartment, and a key that he’s conveniently given you a copy of is all you need to get to the bottom of this.

And you do. You get to the bottom of it pretty fast, and honestly, you don’t know why you’re surprised. You really should not be—not given his track record.

Of course, he’s asleep.

“Xav,” you groan, plopping yourself unceremoniously over his body on the couch, “wake up it’s not even seven pm, you loser. You cannot be sleeping right now.”

Xavier is most definitely awake—at least, he is now, and he’s awake enough to be very aware of your presence. You know that because his arm wraps itself lazily around you. But being the bastard that he is sometimes, he makes no move to acknowledge you outside of it. He lays there, quietly breathing away slowly, as though he’s still asleep under you while sprawled on his couch.

“Xavier!” You hiss, “wake up, I’m serious. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”

You punctuate every hey with an obnoxious poke to his cheek, digging the appendage into the soft, warm skin while he stubbornly remains limp underneath you, still seemingly peaceful in his slumber. The only indication that he’s starting to lose this battle is the barely-there, amused ghost of a smile that twitches to the corner of his lips as you progressively get more frustrated.

“Fine,” you huff, moving to rise from his body, “I’ll just go watch my movie alone and eat your share of dinner, too, while I’m at it—oof!”

You’re pulled back down to meet a sturdy chest before you can even make it remotely far.

“You’re very loud,” he mumbles, yawning as he wraps his arms securely around you, tighter this time. “It’s disturbing to my nap.”

“You’re disturbing to my peace,” you shoot back, “I don’t know if I’m dating a man or a log.”

“Neither,” he grumbles, cracking open an eye and giving you a rather disproving look, “you’re dating me. Don’t think about men or logs.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s fond. Affectionate. A smile finally erupts across your own lips as you cup his cheek to soothe his bitterness (it works instantly, of course), and watch as he happily leans into your hand. His eyes droop shut once more as he sighs in content, as if he could sleep instantly at the command of your warm, familiar touch.

“Can we nap before we watch a movie?” He mumbles.

“Your naps are as long as the average person’s nightly rest,” you snort, “this movie is not happening.”

“It is,” he insists, “let’s just nap first.”

“But the food will be here in a bit—”

“You’re warm,” he whispers. He tugs you down, his face burying into your neck as your body molds perfectly against him. “Stay.”

And, well…you do. You melt against him, and you stay—because how could you not? You can’t say no, not when it’s him.

a) do not talk to me. I can’t believe I’ve converted to Xavier fucker. I can’t believe I sat down and typed words about him. Don’t look at me.

b) I just think it’s so infinitely unserious that he spends 15 of 24 hours in a day asleep according to his schedule 😭

[moonchild9350]

Favorite Time of Year

summary: sun, warmth, and sundresses aka Hyunjin’s favorite time of year

pairing: Hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: smut-18+MDNI

word count: 1.1k

warnings: unprotected sex (don't), hair pulling, creampie, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), clit play, multiple orgasms, cum tasting, dirty talk

notes: it's late but idk the thought of hyunjin doing this just made me feel some type of way so i had to write it. i hope you like it!

please do not copy, translate, modify, or use this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining through the windows giving the house a cheerful appearance. Hyunjin is downstairs waiting for you as you both decided to take a walk around the city, taking advantage of the lovely spring weather. You hear him grumble and pace the floor causing you to chuckle as you know how impatient your boyfriend is.

You add the finishing touches to your outfit and then make your way downstairs, Hyunjin’s face lighting up as you descend the steps.

“You look beautiful angel,” Hyunjin says with a smile. He reaches out a hand for to take which you do so immediately, skipping down the last few steps.

“Thanks,” you mumble in embarrassment. You’ve been dating Hyunjin for a year now, but his compliments still give you butterflies as if it were the first time you’ve met.

“And this dress…is it new?“

“Mmhmm, bought it last week,” you respond, looking down at the blue flowers that littered your dress, the hem stopping right at your thighs.

You looked back up and noticed a look on Hyunjin’s face, one you have grown accustomed to. He wraps his arms around your waist to pull you to his chest, chuckling at the huff you let out on impact.

He gazes down at your face as his hands drift downwards just to grab a hand full of your ass. “I love this on you angel…”. He pauses for a moment to squeeze the flesh again, realization appearing on his face. “You’re not wearing any panties! You minx!”

You let out a chuckle and play with the zipper on the jacket he is wearing. “I thought you might like that,” you coo. You seductively look up at him through your eyelashes, smirking as he bites his lips.

Hyunjin is turned on and needs you, his lust apparent by his dilated pupils and his bulge that is pressed against your clothed core. He groans and tosses his head back, “What you do to me.”

He quickly turns you around and bends you over the kitchen counter, wasting no time to flip your dress up and over your ass. The walk you were both about to take forgotten and instead you wait in anticipation with your cheek pressed against the cold marble as Hyunjin hastily unzips his pants and pushes them down enough to where he can free his cock.

You let out a moan as he drags his length through your folds and pushes in, the sting from the lack of prep causing you to hiss. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and let it out as he bottoms out, savoring how full you feel. You love his cock, how long it is and the perfect girth; how he fits inside you like lock and key, and you know he loves how you feel around him too.

“That’s it,” Hyunjin mumbles as his hands drift down your spine and back up again, just for him to grasp your hair tightly in his hands and yank your head up.

He doesn’t give you anymore time to adjust but instead picks up a fast pace, slamming his cock into your pussy over and over. “Hyunjin!” You yelp as he pounds into you, pulling on your hair causing you to grasp the counter and arch your back.

“Yes angel?” Hyunjin moans as he grips your hip with his free hand, squeezing the flesh so hard you know there’s going to be a bruise there tomorrow. “You’re so tight, just sucking me back in.”

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and mixes with his moans as your mouth hangs open as he fucks you hard and fast. You feel your high approaching and Hyunjin feels it too as he goes impossibly faster, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Wearing this dress? You’re just asking to get fucked angel. And who am I to deny you.”

You whined at the dirty talk, at the thought that you’ve provided him with easy access to take you as he pleases, to use you for his pleasure. But it’s not just for him, as it turns you on as well, the knowledge that you aren’t wearing panties but instead a dress that shows off all of your best assets. It adds to the thrill, knowing he can take you anywhere without any barriers.

You’re even wetter as these thoughts run through your mind, as his cock thrusts deep within you, stretching you out. You feel waves of warmth spread through your body, the coil wounding itself tighter with each passing second.

Hyunjin reaches around your limp body to thumb at your clit, his fingers circling your bundle of nerves sloppily from the amount of slick that coats your folds. His chest presses tightly against yours, caging you in against the counter. Wet kisses litter your back, his plush lips soft against your skin.

Hyunjin knew you were close as he’s attuned to your pleasure, how your breath hitches as you embrace your high and how your pussy clenches around him so tightly. “Come on my cock angel,” he groans, pressing his body even more onto yours.

The feel of his cock bullying within you and the extra stimulation on your clit was too much, causing you to let go, your toes curling as your pussy spasmed around his length. Hyunjin let out a whine as spurts of his cum flooded your walls, filling you to the brim. He shallowly thrusts his hips, helping you both ride out your highs, his lips pressed against your skin the whole time.

Finally, he stands up and withdrew his cock, his eyes glued to your pussy where his cum is slowly beginning to seep out of your entrance. You were about to get up when you suddenly felt his lips against your pussy, his tongue darting out to catch both of your fluids as it leaked out of your hole.

“Shit,” you hissed as he licked your entrance clean, the tip of his tongue teasing your clit with each swipe. You wiggled your hips as he shoved his face further against you and his tongue evaded your entrance.

The pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation slowly becoming too much as he massaged your walls, pressing the muscle so deep inside you as his fingers teased your swollen clit. You attempted to voice so, but you were lost for words as you felt yourself tense up before coming for the second time. Your arousal gushed out and onto Hyunjin’s face which he eagerly licked up.

You cried out as he continued to eat you out, overstimulation seeping in and causing you to squirm. He moaned out as he gave you one last lick and sat back on his haunches. You laid there feeling exhausted, your core tingling, and your legs feeling like jelly.

Hyunjin fixed your dress and then helped you up, straightening out your hair with a smile. He gave you a peck on the lips and grasped your hand before smirking and saying, “Let’s go on that walk now.”

divider by @sweetmelodygraphics

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[nevadancitizen]

-> ROT IN PUREST GOLD

synopsis: you've been skipping through universes ever since you touched the source of the hexgates. through everything, you've never stopped searching for your viktor -- now, you've found him, and you just want to go home.

word count: 2.7k

ships: viktor/reader

tags: angst with a happy ending, fluff and angst, pre-established relationship

notes: inspired by purest gold by miracle of sound. and this is my first shot at writing viktor.. lmk if i got anything wrong ^_^

related reading: Oh Viktor, My Viktor (What Could’ve Been)

It’s been years since you saw Viktor. Many years – artificial years. Years spent close, away, at a distance but still observing. But they were never your Viktor. 

Viktor with the accented voice and the long face. Viktor with the work ethic of a hive of worker honeybees, tireless and continuous. Viktor with the eyes of pure gold – never pyrite or brass with a yellow twinge. He’s always been made of the purest gold.

None of them ever could’ve replaced him. With all these alternate universes you were hopping between, you met plenty of Viktors. Some came close, but none replaced him. It wasn’t their faults; they couldn’t compete with a memory. 

You were a variable, too, so you couldn’t blame them completely. You went by different names, had different stories. Anything to make this depressing, grueling trudge through many lives more tolerable. 

Some things made things less annoying, like cars. (Well, sometimes. Sometimes they were a nuisance.) Cars are one of the things you think your Viktor would’ve liked to study. To take apart, to put back together, to modify and make better. You could see him becoming a real torque dork while listening to Speedfreaks FM. 

Mostly because that’s what he insists on listening to when you drive him to his doctor’s appointments – both of which you’re doing right now. Well, this universe’s version of him insists on Speedfreaks FM, and insists on you not calling him a ‘torque dork.’ Differentiating the Viktors from each other gets really complicated really fast, but giving them numbers feels dehumanizing. (If you did, this Viktor would be V-24. You’ve been keeping track.)

You turn on your blinker and wait for an opening to drive into the parking lot. Beneath the chatter of the radio hosts, you can hear Viktor tap his slender fingers against his forearm crutch in the passenger seat. Another difference you’ve noticed – both his outward fidgeting and his different mobility aids. 

When your turn comes, you turn your car into the parking lot. You slowly let the car drift, your foot hovering above the brake in case someone needs to cross. 

You turn down the radio a few clicks. “You think you’ll need your wheelchair?”

Viktor is silent. You take your eyes off the road for a split second and glance at him. He’s looking out the side window, at the plaza’s tall buildings and a sign that says Pueblito Plaza. 

“Viktor?” You say. “You hearing me?”

You pull into a parking spot and put the car in park. Worry eats through you – you don’t know what’s happening. Why is he acting like this?

He’s turned in his seat, looking through the back window at the buildings. There’s amazement on his face and for a second – a split second – he’s there. He’s your Viktor. 

But he’s not. He’s not. 

Those eyes are not gold. They are topaz and they are citrine. They are the yellow-orange that accompanies the sunrise. Beautiful, yes, but not yours.

“Where… are we?” He asks, his voice soft and wonderful.

“We’re going to your doctor appointment,” you say. “With… what’s her name? The pulmonologist. And then you have a CT chest scan.”

“No – the nation,” Viktor says. “What nation are we in? I have never seen technology like this.”

He runs a hand over the console of the car, then over the glovebox. He opens it, then looks inside. Nothing but napkins from fast food places and a laminated copy of your car insurance. 

“What’re you looking for?” You ask. You turn the key, and the car shuts off. 

“The power source,” Viktor says, looking at the key in your hand. “May I?”

“Viktor, you’re not cleared to drive,” you say, your voice growing sterner and firmer. “The doctors said your legs are… too weak or something – I don’t know.”

You clutch the key (and the carabiner it’s attached to) tighter in your hand. The charms hanging from it jingle and clink together. A small cog and a toy that looks like a spark plug make a metallic click as they collide.

“What is that?” Viktor reaches out, but just barely stops himself from touching the spark plug toy. You pause for a second, then give him the entire carabiner. 

Viktor holds the spark plug toy up to his face, inspecting it closely. He lets the rest of the charms on the carabiner dangle freely. You watch him – watch his eyes. A spark of gold. A fleck of cooler color in a pool of a warmer, yellowish orange. 

He sets the pad of his thumb on the hex of the toy (the hex here is a piece of metal on a spark plug fitted for a wrench – not the hex you were used to, so long ago). He wiggles it back and forth, then spins it. The hex spins with a barely-audible metallic rasp, like a fidget ring.

“It’s very intricate for a toy,” Viktor says. “Who made this?”

“Wh… you did. You gave that to me,” you say softly. “Why don’t you remember that?”

A quiet question nags the back of your mind – is Viktor getting worse?

You silently beg that you’re right. In a twisted, selfish way, you want him to get worse. You’ve taken care of Viktor before. Watched him die in multiple dimensions. In some of them, he even died in your arms, his golden eyes fading and his hand falling from your cheek.

You know what it’s like to watch him get worse. You’ve done it before, seen it before. You know what to do, how to grieve. You don’t know what you’d do if this is… Viktor. Viktor for real. Your Viktor.

“Are you trying to stifle my curiosity?” Viktor asks, a teasing smile on his face, his eyes still on the toy. 

“You gave it to me… I don’t know, six, seven years ago?” You say. You turn so that your shoulder is leaning against the car seat, facing him. “A spark plug. It’s important to the engine. I don’t remember how. And now… I’m failing your test.”

Viktor puts the carabiner down on the console. He laughs, and he’s looking at you like… you don’t know how he’s looking at you. But it’s something familiar. Something long-lost that you’ve been yearning for. 

“How could I test you on something I barely know anything about?” He asks. His smile falters a little.

“Don’t bullshit me,” you say, smiling. (His laughter always manages to make you smile.) “You know everything there is to know about cars, trucks, motorcycles…”

Viktor’s smile turns forced and confused. His eyebrows furrow a little. “I… have no idea what you’re talking about…”

And then he says it. He says your name. Your real name, your true name – the name V-1 called you. The name the real Viktor called you. 

It goes through you like a cold shock. A baptism in electrified ice water. You want to put your hand to his throat and ask, “What the fuck? What the hell did you just call me? Who’re you talking about?” 

You want to… but you can’t. You’re frozen until Viktor places a hand on yours.

You jerk it away, cradling both hands to your chest and scrunch back against the car door. “Don’t touch me.”

And he says your name again. Again, in that tone that invites sympathy, but mostly pity. He’s pitying you. You’ve gone through this too many times, with too many therapists.

“You – Viktor,” you say, his name coming out in a gasp. There’s a lump in your throat and you feel almost nauseous. 

“You’re not… you’re not the real one,” you grind out. “You’re not my Viktor, so stop acting like it. In th– in this universe, you’re just a friend, and that’s it.”

Viktor is silent, his mouth agape. “My love –”

“Don’t! Please,” you say. The words escape you before you can do anything. “Please, just don’t. Who – who told you?”

“Who told me what?” Viktor asks. His voice is still soft and sympathetic and sickly sweet.

“That you’re… you were…” You slump against the car door. Your elbow knocks against the steering wheel.

You look at him again. Your eyes dart between both of his, looking, observing. They’re not gold anymore. Well, they never really were, but now they’re… they’re opaline – pearlescent. A whole kaleidoscope in a drop. This is something different, but, still… it’s almost like you can sense him. This is the true Viktor – your Viktor. 

“I was there, Runeterra, the core of the hexgates, and then… I wasn’t. I’ve lived twenty-three lives before this. My first memory of… here… is of my fifteenth birthday party. I had to grow up all over again. Make new friends, go to a child’s school. I didn’t have anyone. And you –” Your voice catches in your throat, on both anger and sorrow. “You left me here! You left me to do this all alone!”

“I would never.” Viktor’s cold hands meet yours. He cradles them both. “I would never leave you, my love. I’m so, so sorry.”

“But you did!” You grip his hands as tight as you can, trying to savor the feeling. Tears well at the corners of your eyes. “You left me with this… this rot. These gilded Viktors that look like you, act like you. And it hurt. Everything hurts.”

“I know,” Viktor says softly. “You’re hurting me, too.”

You blink, then realise what you’re doing and loosen your grip on his hands. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He breathes out a soft laugh, then brushes his thumbs over your knuckles. “It must’ve been lonely, all by yourself.”

“You have no idea,” you say, your voice breaking a little. You blink hard, and a tear runs down your face. “We went to an arcade, and I spent all my quarters on you. We went to a museum, and I bought you a small paperweight of a statue that was on display there. We went to this weird, exotic place – Great Britain, I think it was called – and we shared tea and scones. And, no matter what I did, it… it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t right. It… he wasn’t you.”

“I’m here now.” Viktor gives your hands a gentle squeeze – much softer than what you gave him. “How long has it been?”

“I don’t… I don’t know,” you say tearfully. “Time moves differently here. Maybe… sixty years? I’m not sure.”

“Sixty?” Viktor balks. “Oh, my love…”

His hands slowly, carefully, move away from yours. Cold fingers meet your jaw, and your eyes flutter shut on instinct, head tilting down into the touch. Viktor cradles your face, both his thumbs brushing back-and-forth over your cheeks. 

 “I dreamt of you,” you say softly. “Every night. And I thought of you every day. Just… thinking of you, every moment I could spare.”

“Surely that’s an exaggeration,” Viktor says. 

You shake your head and lean further into his touch. “I’ve waited so long… so long. And now you’re here, and I – I don’t know what to do.”

He moves his hands, the tips of his fingers splayed across the sides of your neck and his thumbs gently pressing into your temples. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “This is nice, though. Just… you being here is nice.”

You lean forward, placing your hands over his to ensure they stay in place. “It felt like eternity, waiting for you. Just waiting, and longing. None of them could replace you.”

You open your eyes, just the slightest bit, and take Viktor in. Good god, he’s Viktor. He’s your Viktor. No longer the purest gold, but something new. Something better. Something life-bringing and something with infinite mercy.

“That is flattering, coming from you,” Viktor says. “You could have anyone you want – anyone across twenty-four universes. And you chose me, in every single one? That is the highest praise I could receive.”

You breathe out a laugh as your eyes shut again. “Shut up.”

“Eh… if you continue to act like this, I don’t think I will,” he teases. In a softer, warmer tone, he adds, “Your face is getting warm, too. I can feel it.”

You groan and hide your face in Viktor’s hands further. Even though you act like you hate it, you’ve missed this – you’ve missed this immensely. His teasing, his compliments that make you feel like you hung the sun, the moon, and all the stars by yourself. 

“Maybe you’re just getting warmer in general,” you say softly. “Maybe you’re getting better.”

“I have gotten better,” Viktor says, his voice light. “In our universe… I… I have touched the Arcane. I have been healed, and I am a healer. A herald into a new, better world – not only for the Undercity, but for the whole of Piltover.”

You shift his hands so that they’re resting on your cheeks and open your eyes, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “That sounds nice. I’m… sorry you had to do all that without me.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Viktor asks. “It’s not your fault.”

“I don’t know. I just…” You sigh. “I blamed it all on you, and I was angry. Real angry. But it wasn’t your fault – it wasn’t anyone’s. I was angry and I took it all out on the memory of you.”

“Do you really think I care?” His voice is soft as he swipes a thumb over your cheek. 

“No,” you admit after a moment. “But, still…”

“You are occupying your mind with the past and what-ifs,” Viktor says. He draws a hand over your scalp, his fingernails lightly digging into the skin there. “Focus on the here, the now.”

You shudder and melt into his hands. Your eyes, though still closed, sting with a fresh wave of tears. 

“I missed you,” you choke out. 

“You’ve said that already,” Viktor says. 

“I can’t say it enough,” you say, your voice sticky and wet. “I was your champion in the arena. I was your personal knight. I was the chieftain of your armies. I was your tool, your instrument. And you were my everything.”

“You are my everything,” he says. His tone is so sincere and heartfelt that it makes your throat seize up. “Why would you ever doubt that?”

“I didn’t,” you say. “It–it’s just that, all these memories… I was so many people, and so were you. And some things blur together, and it gets hard to differentiate everything, and…”

You groan and lean into Viktor’s touch. You glance up into his eyes, still opaline. “Everything got so complicated so fast. I just wanted you – the real you.”

“It’s okay, my love.” His hands move to hold your jaw, to draw you closer. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“But I feel like I have to,” you say. “I just… I just want you back. I wanna go back to the Viktor I know. I wanna go home.”

“We can go home,” Viktor says. “I can take you home.”

“Then take me home,” you say, almost too quickly. “Viktor, please.”

“You don’t have to beg,” he says. There is no teasing or hidden malice in his voice. He just wants you home, too. 

Viktor’s hands slide to the back of your head, his palms almost cradling your skull. He presses his fingers down and tilts your head forward, towards his. Your eyes flutter shut as your forehead touches his. 

It’s white. It’s the bright, cleansing light of some sort of heaven. Heaven? Haven? You’re not too sure. You’re not sure you can bring yourself to care, either. Not when you’re here – not when your Viktor is in reach. Not when you can touch him, hold him, talk to the one you love. The one you’ve been pining for, fighting for, losing and winning for. From somewhere between sixty years and eternity, you’ve been wanting him. And now he’s here. Your Viktor is here. 

It’s unbelievable. Your Viktor is here. 

The memories of your past lives, the former realities you’ve lived, meld and blur into distinct feelings. Visual memories blend into base emotions. A warrior’s pride. A traveler’s wanderlust. A teenager’s excitement. A knight’s confidence and courage. A chieftain’s insecurity cloaked as hostility. 

They melt away into contentment. A gentle wave lapping at a quiet shore. Acceptance. 

You are healed. 

You are home. 

[bamtor1sss]

FREAK

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office worker!yeonjun x f!reader // specical thanks to @bambiihee and her cute anon that made me think of this idea!! sloppy kisses 2 u both

warning : tying jun down (duh!!), handjob, whiny!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader,IS not proofread, reader is girly? idk is that a warning..?

AN: coughs coughs anons should slide into my inbox!!

when yeonjun first met you he was so enamored by your sweet girl aura, so shy, so girly, so dainty!! gosh he was obsessed with the way you styled your hair & and the cute little pink hair clips you’d add. you always dressed professional for the office space but you’d add you own cute touch of soft pastel colors and cute little bows!! the pastel keychains on your purse and keys that he thought were just so cute~

whenever deadlines were getting close and work was stressful, and to top it off your boss was being excruciatingly hard on the workers—you would never be caught talking back, never gossiping about anyone or saying a negative thing about your higher-ups. 

yeonjun was always a pretty calm, collective guy, but something about your sweet aura made him loose his composure so quickly!! when he’d see you in the break room he’d try to (nonchalantly) start a conversation with you. the moment he heard you let out a soft breathy laugh out he nearly lost it… biting his plush lips and looking away, mumbling something about how cute you were~!!

yes yeonjun finding you absolutely adorable did cause him to slip up (most of the time) like of course he zoned out during very important meetings, mindlessly staring at you while printing copies at the machine which led to him printing fifty copies of the same paper when he only needed two… yikes!

so just his luck when you, your shy—timid self asked if yeonjun could stay a little after work to help you with a paper you’d been struggling on, he couldn’t say no!! barely any workers were there—perfect opportunity to pounce… well is what he though~ turns out that night made him even more soft for you and absolutely horrendously down bad for every little thing you did.

slowly you started being more conversational with him and didn’t shy away from him so quickly!! you both ate breakfast and lunch together! even timing your water breaks so you could small talk even for a few seconds~

lunch breaks and small water runs slowly turned into  little surprises at your desk, handwritten cards, cute little sticky notes and a plushie keychain you’d been wanting for so long!! you just couldn’t contain your happy little squeal when you saw the exact plush you’d been wanting for weeks now sitting on your desk!!

dating in the office was a big nono but  yeonjun always snuck in little kisses from you… i mean you were so easy to fluster and tease—you’d constantly have to scold him how you never wanted to get in trouble and would have to remain professional on work grounds!! 

you were a sweet girlfriend nonetheless!! but oh how surprised he was when you said you wanted to try something out, after so many vanilla make out sessions and some soft foreplay he’d never in a million years thought you’d be into this??

using his own tie from his shirt to tie his arms together behind his back!! and goodness he would’ve thought you were lying when you said you had zero experience on giving handjobs because—you’d start off so fast and then stop when you heard how whiny he got!! you’d be so worried “does it feel okay? your voice keeps getting higher? does it hurt?” which felt more like you were mocking him… either way he was too out of it to care after you basically denied him of his orgasm two times now, nodding profusely for you to just continue~

lips bitten until they’re swollen as he looked up at you from messy bangs!! like he so fascinated at your face!! so concentrated as you worked on him—when you accidentally twisted your hands it made yeonjun go insane!!

“m’aaah!—you’re so fucking insane y/n—mmngh” he’d whine as it felt like you were egging him on more than anything !! his hips twitching desperately :( 

you watched in pure fascination as his face contorted in pleasure once he finally got the release he wanted~!! gosh you found it more enjoyable than you thought ehe

and omg he had the stupidest grin on his face the next morning when he saw you at the office.. not you making him feel shy and giggly!!

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ @lwriina sowwy i forgot to tag u in my soobin hard thought mwa mwa im sorry

[mountkennedie]

Late Nights

Edward Cullen x reader

Summary: you have a cozy night with edward

warnings: none

A.N. this quickly became one of my favorite fics ever written

"Edward?" You asked. Currently you splayed out horizontally on your bed on a cool fall day. The sweater you were wearing provided you an extra dose of comfort to the general energy of the room. Edward, your boyfriend, was laid parallel to you. His dark blue sweater matched yours. The color coordinating plaid fleece pajamas were also a nice touch on the pair of you. It was something cute you've always wanted to do, couple twinning. And Edward was willing to do whatever to make you happy.

"Yes?" He maintained a easy going smile while looking at you. You had been rereading A Wrinkle In Time. An easy read of course, but always put your mind at peace. Edward didn't have a book to read or really anything to pass time. He says he is perfectly content in your company, but you still wonder what he would be doing had you not been here. Probably pressing those same piano keys in infinite rhythms until disturbed.

"What is your favorite color?" A very innocent question. But what is the harm in that? The both of you have shared some crushing memories and experiences, you may as well know the mundane as well.

His smile grew and his eyebrows knitted. "Blue. Why do you ask?" He didn't have a genuine serious undertone behind the question. He was always trying to learn the way you were. Being unable to read your mind made you a puzzle he reveled in attempting to crack. Every time he would expect you to act in a certain way, you gave him a surprise in return.

"I was curious," you turn on your side and face him. Edward being Edward, he mirrors you. "You seem like a lover of blue. But I could also see a deep green. Like forest green," your voice was kept quiet. The wind looting the leaves can still be heard as you speak. You didn't need to speak so soft, your family was away for the night. You could scream for all that mattered, however keeping a small vocal presence felt appropriate. Anything louder than a calm word would be disturbing the peace of the environment.

His face pinched up for a moment, but then returned to his normal expression. "I fell out of love for green a long while ago. Blue is so rarely seen here, at least in the sky," he finished that quip with a cheesy smile. "Blue being rare has given itself a new place of importance," his eyes glanced down to your sweater then back into you, "in my heart."

Your bodies both hanged off different ends of the bed, luckily your heads were in the same placement. So when you lifted your hand to rest on his cheek, it wasn't a far reach. Your thumb brushed the cool skin, Edwards eyes never left yours for a moment. The golden iris' were filled with adoration. His hand came to rest on yours. The chill adding to the comfort he was already bestowing.

"What do you think mine is?" You whispered.

"Purple, for sure," he answered without even thinking. And of course he was right.

"Asking Alice counts as cheating," he leaned into your hand and chuckled. The kiss he left on the palm made you smile a little harder than you already had been.

"I didn't cheat," he spoke into your hand. "Everywhere we go shopping, your eyes are drawn to the same three colors. Green, black and purple, with a special affinity for purple. Oh and you wear a lot of purple in the pictures of you on your family's mantle."

"Am I that easy to read?" He pressed another kiss to your palm. He shook his head lightly at your comment.

"If only," he joked. After his joke the wind picked up outside, this time accompanied by a steady flow of rain. You sat up and looked at him, he copied you once again.

"If you ran home fast enough, how wet would you be? Would you even get wet?" He listened to your questions while helping fix your hair that had flattened due to laying down.

"Well I would get wet regardless. Probably not too bad but definitely damp." He finished his work and pulled you close to him so your entire body faced him. "And is this your way of kicking me out?" He chuckled again at his smart remark.

"It is very thoughtful that you worry on the safety of a hundred year old vampire." He placed a kiss to your eyelid, "I'd be sure not to run too fast. And I am fully comfortable staying in for the night. But," his voice matched your previous tone, "you must sleep tonight. I want 8 full hours."

"No you are staying." You threw your arms over his shoulders, your faces a few inches apart. "I don't want you outside, especially running in this weather. The roads are slippery," your tone changed to one more serious.

"I was going to sleep!" you argued. "...once I finished the next chapter of my book," you hoped the small smile you sent him would win him over.

"Of the book you've reread numerous times?" You didn't respond, only looked at him and shrugged. "Fine," he always gave in to you. "At least let me read it to you."

You smiled and got comfortable under your covers. You pulled back your comforter for him to join you underneath. He smiled and shook his head. But still wanting to do whatever makes you happy, climbed in. You clung onto his arm, he responded by kissing your head. You were convinced he read the book in a soft, quiet voice on purpose. Because no matter how strong your will to finish the chapter, you still were whisked away into sleep.

[lazysoulwriter]

you should’ve told me first - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: childhood friends to lovers, heavy yearning, one-sided love that isn’t so one-sided, secondhand heartbreak, soft confrontation, finally some honesty and kisses!!

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It had been a quiet decision, the kind you didn’t tell anyone until it was already happening. You said yes to the blind date because it felt like a mercy kill — an act of kindness to yourself, even if your heart wasn’t in it.

Pedro had never noticed before. Or if he had, he was cruelly good at pretending.

Years of watching him fall in and out of quiet, hidden relationships. Years of holding his hand through heartbreaks he never made public. Of showing up, showing love, showing every damn sign a person could — and never being seen the way you needed to be.

So when you told your shared friends over drinks that the date hadn’t been a disaster — and that you were considering a second — it felt like turning the page.

You didn’t know Pedro would hear about it days later. You didn’t know he’d go still at the table, fork halfway to his mouth, jaw tight with something too complicated to name.

And you definitely didn’t know he’d let himself into your apartment the next day, heart racing as he sat on your couch, hands clenched, staring at your door like it might swallow him whole.

He had a key. Of course he did. He always had.

But when you opened the door and saw him there, waiting—

You paused.

Then, softly: “Pedro?”

He stood. Fast. “You’re going on a second date?”

You blinked. “Hi.”

“Are you?” he asked again, voice a little rough. “With that guy?”

You sighed, setting your bag down. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

He scoffed. “Since when do you date?”

You gave him a look. “You of all people can’t be asking me that.”

He flinched. Just barely. “You didn’t tell me.”

“It didn’t feel like something I had to,” you whispered. “I tell you everything, Pedro. And nothing ever changes.”

He looked at you then, really looked. “Do you like him?”

“I want to,” you said honestly. “I’m trying to.”

Silence.

Then: “Don’t.”

You frowned. “Pedro—”

“Don’t,” he repeated, stepping closer. “Don’t go on another date with him. Don’t try to feel something when I know you’ve already felt it for me.”

You stared. “That’s not fair.”

“I know,” he said, eyes glassy. “I know, and I’m sorry. I just—I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t want to risk you. Us.”

You exhaled shakily. “And now?”

He swallowed hard. “Now I’m standing in your living room praying you haven’t already moved on. That I’m not too late.”

Your heart cracked. Wide open. “Pedro…”

He stepped forward again. “Tell me you haven’t stopped loving me.”

You closed the distance, quiet and certain. “I never did.”

He kissed you like a man starved. Like he’d just figured out he was allowed to be full.

And when he finally pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, he whispered the words that should’ve come years ago.

“I’ve loved you my whole life. I just didn’t know it until I thought I’d lost you.”

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https://x.com/lanadelgothx/status/1774660827242451285 can you write this for Reo? But add squirting

𓂃·˖ ִֶָ ⋆P⚠︎RN LINK —Reo Mikage⋆ ִֶָ˖·𓂃

Thank you so much to the anon who sent this request. This post contains explicit sexual content and is strictly intended for audiences 18+. Explicit smut, domestic setting, rough sex, squirting, overstimulation, oral fixation, possessive behavior, rich boy energy, cum play, a ruined couch and a man who doesn’t care because he’ll just buy a new one.

⤷LINK Pˎˊ˗ ⤷ PT.1 BLLKˎˊ˗

It had been two weeks. Fourteen days since you last saw him, and counting every hour had been torture. You wanted tonight to be special—intimate, quiet. Just you and Reo. So you made his favorite meal. You triple-checked the recipe, had everything perfectly timed. The dish was in the oven, candles were waiting on the table.

But you got caught in the steam of your own shower, skin flushed and lazy with warmth. You wrapped yourself in your robe, towel-dried your hair, and stepped into the hallway only to stop cold. The smell of smoke was subtle, but it was there.

Your eyes widened. “No, no, no—”

You ran to the kitchen barefoot, heart pounding, and saw it: a thin stream of smoke trailing from the oven. You moved fast, yanking it open, grabbing the extinguisher with shaky hands. You slumped against the wall, legs weak, robe half-loose around your shoulders. You closed your eyes and sighed. And that’s when you heard it. The jingle of keys. The sound of the front door unlocking. Only one person had a copy. “Why…” you called out, throat dry, “why are you home so early?”

His voice came before his silhouette did, full of that familiar teasing confidence: “Huh? That’s what you say when you finally see me?" Reo stepped into view, hair tousled from the drive, jacket over his arm. He took one look at the kitchen—a mess of smoke, ruined food, and white extinguisher foam—and raised an eyebrow. But he didn’t ask a single question.

“I tried to cook for you,” you blurted out, suddenly flustered. “I swear, it was in the oven and I got in the shower—” A finger touched your lips. Soft. Final.

Reo stepped closer, chest against your robe, heat radiating from him. “We’ll cook together next time,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “You did your best.”

"But I really tried…” you pouted, lashes fluttering. His smile curled, and his hand reached for the robe’s weak knot.

“I know, baby."

"But right now… I’m starving.”

⋆⭒˚｡𓂃 Time skip ⋆⭒˚｡

Your robe had been tossed somewhere near the entrance. Reo’s clothes were gone too—his expensive shirt, belt, briefs—all discarded on the floor without a care. You were completely bare beneath him, and he made sure to let you feel it—his skin on yours, the heat of his chest against your breasts, the length of his cock dragging deep with every thrust.

Your legs were bent high, pressed to your chest, and Reo held them there effortlessly. His hands wrapped around the backs of your knees, pinning you wide open while he fucked into you, deep and unrelenting.

“God, look at this pussy,” he groaned, eyes locked on the way you swallowed him whole. “So fucking wet for me—you always drip like this when I’ve been gone?”

You whimpered under him, nails scratching at his back, but you couldn’t answer—not with the way he kept hitting that spot inside you that made your breath catch.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he growled against your mouth. “Missed the way you moan when I stretch you out like this. You're so fucking tight—can feel you trying to squeeze me out.”

He kissed you hard, tongue claiming, hips slamming deeper with a low grunt. “Is this what you needed, baby? A real welcome home?”

He pulled back just enough to look down at you, sweat-damp hair falling in his eyes. “You gonna come for me already?”

Your legs shook. You could feel it building—sharp, fast, overwhelming. And then you realized. The heat in your belly wasn’t just a climax. It was that kind of release. Your voice broke.

“Reo—wait, I’m gonna—fuck, the couch—!” You barely got the words out before your body gave in. You squirted—hard—your orgasm crashing over you in waves, liquid splashing down your thighs, soaking his lower stomach and the couch cushions beneath you.

“Shit—there it is,” Reo hissed, groaning low and deep in his chest. “Fuck, you’re so messy for me. You love ruining this couch, don’t you?” He kept moving, slower now but just as deep, pushing you through the aftershocks until your thighs trembled and your hips twitched beneath him.

You could barely speak, eyes glassy, breath hitching. “You ruined it…” you managed to whisper, dazed. “The whole fucking couch…”

Reo leaned down, kissed the corner of your mouth, and smiled. “Does it bother you that much?” he murmured with that smug softness of his. “Then I’ll buy you a new set. Something better. Maybe velvet this time.”

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