#I hope readers don't feel so overwhelmed by the pressure to leave a comment that they also don't leave a kudos

[polutrope]

I had a thought about kudos on AO3. I know fic writers frequently express how much we love comments, and I really do love and cherish comments.

But kudos are also pretty amazing. A kudos means that somebody, more often than not somebody I have no personal connection to at all, found my fic out of thousands of others and chose to spend their time reading it. Bookmarks too are amazing, even the ones that are just marking an intention to read later. Just knowing someone wants to read my fic is flattering!

Even one kudos means that someone took a chance on my writing and spent precious time reading it, and I'm truly grateful for that, and honoured.

[ln444]

my english love affair

cw: MDNI+18, f!reader, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, fluff, smut, maybe slight angst? depends on how you see it lol, fingering (f), penetration, soft dirty talk, a lot (like a lot) of kissing and sharing long gazes, whipped lando again bc im obsessed sorry.

now playing: english love affair by 5sos, let me by zayn.

notes: omg this took so long 😭 i'm not really confident abt my smut, i feel like i'm writing fluff way better but i hope you like it!! i might write a part 2, let me know if you like this one! enjoy🤍

requested by anon | requests open!

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“when the lights go out, she's all i ever think, i can't forget my english love affair, today i'm seven thousand miles away”

the thought of finally going back to his f1 driver life fills lando with excitement. sure, lando loves england — it's his home, after all. but nothing can compare to the rush he feels when he's in an f1 car, traveling all around the world and meeting his fans.

for his last night town, lando's friends convinced him to hit the club. normally, he prefers staying in to rest before the start of the season but a little fun doesn't hurts, right? he won't have much time to do it during the grand prix.

despite his fame, lando still gets surprised when someone recognizes him, especially at the club. he knows he's known for his looks, and he's aware of the attention from admirers, but it still catches him off guard in real life. sometimes, the attention can be overwhelming, especially when he just wants to have a good time with his friends and ends up with some overly clingy girls.

lando decides to excuse himself, seeking some fresh air. the pressure of the coming season is getting to him, and the situation doesn't help. he finds a quiet spot with a few people smoking and making out, leans against the wall, and closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a relieved sigh.

suddenly, a voice startles him from his thoughts, "did your friends force you to come here too?" his head jerks towards you, and you're standing beside him, out of nowhere. he takes time to answer, surprised by your unexpected presence. after realizing that he left you without any response, he clears his throat, a bit confused, "nah, just needed some fresh air" he mumbles, a small smile forming on his lips. you chuckle slightly, and comment "not surprised, having so many girls fawning over you must be exhausting", there's a small hint of tease in your voice that makes lando's smile grows.

finally, as he turns to study your features under the soft glow of the night lights, lando finds himself entranced by your captivating beauty, the grace of your features leaving an indelible impression on him. he can't help but get lost in your eyes shining in the dim illumination, making it difficult for him to look away. it takes him a good minute to quickly look away, thanking the night for hiding his rosé cheeks.

he gazes at the sky, trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound awkward — and also trying to get his shit together. he suddenly feels the need to make a good impression. "i mean, it's not that i don't appreciate the attention, but wow, they can be quite persistent."

his hands find their way into the pockets of his jacket, and his eyes avoid meeting yours, fearing he might get lost in them again. "yeah, i know. they're my friends," you say with a small chuckle, not because he's making fun of them, but more because of the use of the term 'friends.'

lando's eyes widen, and he turns to you, 'i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-' but he stops himself, looking down, feeling too embarrassed to find the right words. you laugh softly and move closer to him, your shoulders brushing and lando can feel his body tense up due to the closeness.

"hey, it's okay. i don't really consider them my friends, anyway," you say nonchalantly and lando lets out a sigh of relief, a smile slowly spreading on his face. "wow, that's nice for them", you both laugh and lando doesn't miss the way you subtly lean into him, your shoulders finally touching. he turns his head away from you, clearing his throat once more, trying to control the warmth spreading through his body.

"hey", you suddenly call out after a minute of tranquil silence and lando dares to meet your gaze, instantly regretting when he's captivated by your radiant eyes. he finds himself unable to look away and you both share an intense, unspoken connection, as if you've known each other for years. everything feels perfectly right at this moment.

"wanna get out of here?" you finally suggest, your words barely more than a whisper, your focus entirely on lando's mesmerizing eyes. you take his hand, both fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces and you let him drag you in the dark streets.

after a walk filled with stolen gaze and silly conversations, you found yourself on lando's couch, engrossed in his f1 souvenirs and you have never felt so much passion, feeling your heart soften every time your see that sparkles in his eyes. lando never thought that his night will end up like this. sure, he might ended up with a girl from the club like he usually do, but this time was different. he never really experienced this; having sweet and innocent conversations with a stranger from a club. the atmosphere is tranquil yet there's a subtle tension in the air.

lando couldn't help but be his flirty self, playfully teasing you from time to time. however, your responses makes him somewhat nervous — it's a new sensation to him, having a girl making him feel this way. perhaps it's the way you gazes at him with patience and attention, your lovely smile that you share generously with him or how closely you listen to his random f1 stories. lando and you end up scrolling through photos in his phone, with him recounting the stories behind each one. he couldn't help but feel his heart melt your reactions; your smiles, your laughs, and your curiosity as you ask for more details and share your own anecdotes.

a soothing silence descended, and the two of you sit beside each other, thighs and shoulders lightly touching. lando struggles to contain the fluttering feeling in his stomach when you turn to look at him. he dares to meet your gaze, trying to focus on your eyes rather than your enticing lips. lost in each other eyes, you can't tear your gazes away. a brand new emotion envelops both of you, one that's strangely familiar yet undeniably unique, as though destiny has brought you together in this very moment and lando can't help but wonder if soulmates might actually exist.

you finally speak, after what feels like an eternity, in a soft voice, "you can kiss me, lando", you whisper like it's a secret. lando stomach tighten and he don't even take the time to answer, gently placing his hand on your cheek to pull you for a shy kiss. your lips discover each other, timidly and your hands instinctively slides around his neck to pull him closer.

you can't seem to get enough of each other, savoring every moment as you explore each other's mouths. lando's hand venture on your hips, and the chill of his touch sends shivers down your spine, as you suppress a soft moan in your throat. the kiss grows more intense, both of you yearning for more. without the need for words, you share an unspoken understanding of each other's needs, as if you've been intimately connected for ages. out of breath, you both finally pull away, foreheads touching, sharing a playful gaze, giggling and blushing like teenagers experiencing their very first kiss.

after one last sweet peck on the lips, lando takes your hand and stands, guiding you towards the bedroom, careful not to stumble due to both your impatience and the lingering dizziness of that passionate kiss.

not wasting time, he gently guides you onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you. he can't resist the urge to pause and admire you, your eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the dim lights. before he gets lost in that gaze, his eyes roam to study every detail of your face, causing you to blush and squirm beneath him. your arms tighten around his neck, and you chuckle, bringing lando back to the present. "like what you see?" you whisper, stealing a smile from him as he draws closer, his lips teasingly brushing against yours. "oh, absolutely," he murmurs before capturing your lips in a kiss. this time, it feels different; electrifying.

lando's hands slips, beneath your dress, and this time a whimper escapes your lips, making lando smirk through the kiss. his hands dares to explore the skin of your thighs, creating an unusual feeling in your stomach — and making your pussy slightly throb. your fingers finds their way into his curls, gripping onto them as the kiss becomes messier; your tongues dancing together.

"just take it off already" you huff and puff, seeing lando struggling and he lets out a chuckle "damn, someone is impatient", he says, teasing you, before finally taking your dress off. his eyes travel your body, and you've never felt so vulnerable, your cheeks burning. lando let out an unwanted groan, completely loving the view and he stares a bit too long until you pull him for another kiss to put him out of his thoughts. he takes a moment to kiss you back and it's your turn to slide your hands beneath his shirt, playing with the lines of his abdomen, making him moan softly against your lips.

after a good minute of kissing and touching, you finally take off his shirt and his pants, on the way, leaving you both in your underwear. lando leaves kisses along your jawline, going down to your chest, his hand sliding in your back to unbutton your bra and the way your boobs bounce out of it makes lando groan, feeling his erection grows. your grip on his hair gets tighter as you watch him play with your nipples, flicking it and licking it and the view drives you crazy.

you moan his name softly, pulling on his hair to make him look at you and you share a long stare, full of lust, both craving for more. you pull him for a sloppy kiss, trying to show how impatient you are and lando gets the message, pulling down your panties and getting rid of his boxers.

lando's mouth leaves yours and is replaced by his fingers, stealing a whimper from you. your eyes meets his as you suck on his fingers and, if they could, his eyes would burn holes into yours. lando found himself getting more and more impatient, the way you suck on his fingers with that irresistible look making it harder for him to contain it.

pulling out his fingers out of your mouth and without leaving your eyes for a second, his two fingers found your hole, slipping gently in it and you throw instinctively your head backwards, a moan escaping your mouth. lando take a good look at you in that position before taking the opportunity to leave kisses on your exposed neck, fighting the urge to suck on it to not leave marks, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.

"feeling okay?" he whispers softly, his breath hitting your skin, making it difficult for you to fight the whimpers escaping your mouth. lando takes a minute to look at you, to make sure that you don't feel any pain or discomfort.

"mmh'yes, you can move, please oh my god" you desperately says and lando can't help but pull you for another messy kiss. his fingers start moving in you, stretching your walls and you become a moaning mess, your eyes closing and lando takes advantage of it to admire you, his moves getting faster and faster.

"are you close, princess?" he murmurs close to your lips, feeling your body trembling and hearing the way your moans gets louder. you can only shake your head; feeling the bottom of your stomach getting warmer and the nickame almost make you choke on your moans. lando slows down to make scissors movements, his thumb rubbing your clit to help you reach your climax. he can't take off his eyes of you, inspecting every aspect of your face; the way your face crunches and your mouth is slightly open to let multiple sounds out of it. he could almost come just by this sight, his own crotch getting bigger.

with a loud and long moan, you finally climax, arching your back and lando plant soft pecks on your neck, whispering sweet words to you and telling you how good you're doing. breathless, you absently stroke his hair and close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the beat of your heart but lando makes it hard; his hands traveling your body and his lips attached to the skin of your neck.

the sudden emptiness when lando pulls out his fingers make you whimper and he lift his head to meet your gaze — he lost count of how many times he got lost in your eyes tonight. your hand make its way to his cock and the sudden touch makes lando slightly startle, a groan leaving his mouth. before you start stroking it, his hand comes to stop you immediately and you look at him, confused and with a hint of worry; silently asking him if you did something wrong.

"wanna fuck you now or i might go crazy", he says, almost whimpering and you slightly laugh, pulling his face closer to yours. "someone is impatient huh", you tease, a small smirk forming on your lips and he can't help but mirror that smirk. "how can i not when you look at me like that?" he takes your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again, his body getting closer and his cock brushing on your pussy makes you both moan through the kiss. you take his dick, once again, in your hand to guide it through your hole this time. and slowly, he penetrates you, a long groan escaping his lips at how tight you feel around him and you break the kiss to moan loudly.

"so fucking tight, baby, just for me", he mumbles close to your lips and you can't even answer, too overwhelmed by the way he's filling you — and his dirty words. when you finally adjust, he doesn't waste any minutes and start moving. you both moan in unison, holding into each other like your life depends on it. he watches you go crazy over his cock; the way your eyes gets watery, the way you hold into the sheets — your other hand too busy pulling his hair —, the way you can't control the continuous moans, his name slipping out of your mouth from time to time and encouraging him to go deeper into you. and he does go deeper, slowing down the pace to thrust into you as deep as he can, reaching your sensitive spot.

"right here? like that, baby?" he moans, feeling you tightening around him. his voice makes it harder for you to hold your growing orgasm. your hand leaves the sheets to hold onto his shoulder, your nails crawling into his skin. lando suddenly feels the urge to look at you in the eyes — maybe because his orgasm is getting close too. his hand finds a way to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it gently "look at me, angel", he says in a husky voice that could make you come at any moment. struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to hold his gaze, the way he's looking at you making you insane.

his thrusts gets faster and you can't control the sounds escaping from your mouth anymore. you look away for a moment, too overwhelmed and lando's hand travels to your face, cupping it gently to keep it straight "eyes on me, love". you obey, meeting his gaze and it's all too much for you.

you don't even have to use words for lando to understand that you're getting close, the way your eyes gets watery and your body shakes is enough. with his hand going back to your throat, lando accompany you into your orgasm, enjoying the way you scream his name and you manage to hold his gaze. his own orgasm comes a few minutes after yours and he makes sure to pull out before ejaculating, his groans echoing in the room. he immediately falls besides you and you both just stay like this: his leg over yours, your hand still in his hair as you try to catch your breath. lando uses his last drops of strength to grab a tissue from the nightstand and clean his fresh cum on your stomach.

he pulls you close again, linking your legs together and letting you play with his hair. the silence is so peaceful; the warm of your bodies making you both relax immediately. a smile unconsciously forms on lando's lips at the sight of your tired face, your eyes shining in the almost dark atmosphere of the night. you look back at him, smiling back and giggling, making lando raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"what's so funny?" he says, fighting the smile growing on his lips. "i just slept with the lando norris", you tease and lando groans, hiding his face in his arm. "i knew you were a fan!" he replies playfully, playing along. you laugh in sync and lando's heart feels at peace; all the worries about the incoming season completely forgotten. your hand gently plays with his curls as you absently stare at the ceiling, an unbeatable smile on your face.

lando, on the other side, can't take his eyes off you, watching you slowly fall asleep and enjoying your fingers in his hair. and just before you completely close your eyes, you turn to him, offering him a last kiss; so tender and passionate that your hearts both might burst out of your chests. pulling out, lando watches you fall asleep, not fighting the smile on his face anymore.

he usually struggles to sleep before an important day but this time, his mind is only filled with you and this night spent by your side. and just like that, it's lando's turn to meet the sandman.

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with a groan, lando struggles to reach and silence the blaring alarm. the morning sunlight aggressively shines through the curtain, making him shield his face with his arm, staying in half asleep state for a minute as he gradually gets out of it.

then it suddenly hits him; you're no longer beside him.

lando suddenly starts to panic, jolting him into full wakefulness. he springs out of the bed and desperately search for any signs of you in every room of his apartment but you're nowhere to be found. he mutters curses under his breath, passing a hand to his messy hair — the thought of you messing his hair last night making him even more frustrated. defeated, he returns to the bedroom, his gaze falling on the tousled sheets where everything happened. as lando realizes that he didn't even ask for your name, frustration festered within him, causing him to clench his hair.

however, amidst his self reproach, a small piece of paper on the nightstand catch his attention, and he immediately rushes to it.

"we will meet again, i promise. you're going to kill it, lovely boy. y/n, x"

lando can't even fight the smile creeping on his lips, his heart softening — it was beating way too fast just by the thought of not even knowing your name. he sinks back onto the bed, your smell immediately hitting him and making him even happier. he reads those few words repeatedly and his hands falls onto his chest, holding the paper close to his heart as he whispers your name again and again, savoring its melodious sound. lando can't help but tell himself that soulmates might exist.

"i am going to kill it,", lando murmured to himself, a foolish grin etching on his face.

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my champ | n. mackinnon

pairing; nathan mackinnon x fem!reader

warning(s); kissing, cursing, mention of insecurity/self pressure??

summary; not long enough for a summary but took inspiration sort of from this tweet!!!! (🥹🥹)

word count; 0.83k

author's note; guys, i don't know how it happened, but i became enamored with nathan mackinnon in the time span of like 17 hours. i don't know what it is, there's just something about him!!!!!! anyways, go canucks!1!1! also this was going to be a lot longer but i haven't written in a while and just wanted to get back into the swing of things, hope it's not too bad. love ya!

Entering the hotel room, you feel an overwhelming sense of fatigue, prompting you to collapse onto the plush queen-sized bed positioned at the room's center. Disregarding the conventional way of removing your shoes, you nudge them off with your toes, allowing them to tumble onto the soft carpeted floor, not really caring where they land while simultaneously hoping Nathan doesn’t trip on them. 

"Baby?" Nathan's voice echoes from the bathroom. In reply, you emit a soft hum, the gentle cascade of water from the sink filling the room's silence.

Exiting the bathroom, he casually discards his jacket onto a coat rack affixed to the wall. Crossing over to the opposite side of the bed, he bends down to meet your gaze at eye level. "You okay?"

You roll your eyes, a subtle sigh escaping your lips. "Tired, hungry, dreading the weekend.”

He rises from his previous position, and you shift on the bed, making room for him to join. Settling in effortlessly, he turns his body to lie on his side, supporting his head with his elbow, giving him a perfect view of you. His gaze focuses on your left hand, where you absentmindedly fiddle with the gorgeous 4-carat radiant-cut diamond ring adorning your finger.

"I'll never get tired of seeing that on your finger," Nathan's voice is a gentle murmur, as if he fears that speaking any louder about your wedding ring would broadcast it to the entire world.

You respond with a soft smile, lifting your gaze to meet his deep blue eyes, filled with nothing but adoration. "It's a beautiful ring."

Indeed, it truly was. The diamond, precisely cut to the shape you desired, struck the perfect balance in size—not overly showy, as larger ones might seem to you, yet not too small, just perfectly proportioned. Leave it to Nathan to discover and present you with your dream ring, even though you had only casually mentioned your preferences maybe once in the past two years.

"You're beautiful," he comments easily, his free hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your teeth graze your bottom lip as you fight back a smile. "You're so corny.”

His thumb meets his middle finger to flick you in the forehead, shaking his head as he falls back onto the pillow. "Fuck off."

Seeing an opportunity, you use it to gracefully climb over him, your posture settling over the waistband of his sweatpants, which were hanging dangerously low. Taking a moment, you allow yourself to truly look at him, your breath catching in your throat as you admire your husband.

"What?" he asks, eyebrows quirked.

You shake your head. "You're so handsome."

He truly was, in every inconceivable sense of the word. You made it a point to express that sentiment and offer other compliments on a daily basis. Nathan, being a professional athlete, tended to be hard on himself and often overly critical. While you knew your compliments couldn't fully dispel what brewed below the surface, you liked to believe they provided some solace at least a little bit. 

"Who's corny now?" he teases, his hands shifting from his sides to your waist, slipping under the thick material of one of his old hoodies that you've stolen.

"I'm serious," you groan, laying a gentle slap against his chest.

"So was I," he counters. "And I-"

You lean down swiftly, pressing your lips against his in an attempt to silence him, and it works like a charm. Though, you can feel his famous Nate Mackinnon giggle against your lips, prompting one of your own. When you pull apart, a soft smile graces your lips as your fingers trace down the scruff of his beard. "My Stanley Cup champ."

His cheeks redden at your words, and he lets out an airy laugh.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that?" you ask, and he nods. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, undoubtedly carrying a lingering taste of strawberry from your tinted lip balm.

"You tell me every day," he answers with a quick retort, rolling his eyes. However, a smile lingers on his lips.

Raising a brow, you inquire, "Do you believe me?"

Asking the question seemed to hang in the air, the silence stretching before he responded. His brow furrows, and you could almost feel the weight of his thoughts. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, a mix of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Course I do,” he finally answers. 

You narrow your eyes at him, sensing his hesitation. That wasn’t a very convincing answer, but you decide not to pressure him further. Instead, you lean down and rejoin your lips with his. This time, his hands migrate from your waist to your bum, their grip firm and reassuring as he sucks in your bottom lip.

"I love you so damn much," he murmurs, between kisses down your neck. 

God, did you love this man with everything in you.

[ceilidho]

Hi, really strange question, so feel free to ignore, but how do you deal with the constant surge of content - art, really. You seem to be a generally more well known/viewed blog, and so I'm sure you've developed quite a community on here, whether it be people you know or interactions with other artists. And I've been following you for quite some time, and I always get excited when I see the "updated now" for your blog. But (here is my actual question), do you ever get overwhelmed knowing that you can't read/see/experience everything? I'm very new to social media, and online spaces in general, and it's generated this fear in me that if I don't keep up with what has been posted by those I follow, I am now suddenly lost. Missing a piece of what should have been catalogued in my mental history. Fanfiction has become such a relief in my life now, and I've gained this new appreciation for human creativity and the beauty of sharing yourself in your art. But I am constantly left wondering that if I miss something, will I also miss an opportunity. I love learning more, and reading, and viewing; appreciating beauty in this lifetime, but I don't know how to combat the overwhelming feeling when I cannot keep up with those who I admire, what's left of me, simply as a viewer?

Oh absolutely!!!! I wrote about this in another post around the traditional publishing industry in general and this overwhelming sense of FOMO that’s super evident in both readers and writers (for readers, that they won’t be part of the current discourse and won’t be part of the reading community, and for writers that they won’t keep up with demand and lose their reader base to other more prolific writers or just to new trends in general because to be honest, the constant microtrends in the book community are hard to keep up with even if you are a relatively fast writer).

I think I’m lucky that for some reason I tend to write very fast - I have a solid backlist of ideas, when I do sit down to write it tends to all come out at once, I (fingers crossed) haven’t dealt with a really bad bout of writers block in awhile - but yeah even I sometimes have moments where I feel guilty that I’m not writing enough. I think it’s super easy to feel like people are simply going to forget about you if you take any time off or if you start a multi chaptered fic and it takes you awhile to finish it.

And I won’t lie, sometimes that pressure isn’t just imagined! Most people that leave comments like “more people!” “Part 2??” “I need more of this!!” are simply expressing their love and I understand that, like I’m not completely insensitive to that (some creators tend to take it very very personally and I understand that too but I think we all have to have a little bit of grace and understanding and give each other the benefit of the doubt), but I will say that I have gotten some seriously rude comments before about taking too long to finish a fic. There is a grain of truth to the fear that some readers will lose their patience with you for simply taking your time to write.

I experience this more as a “creator” rather than a reader (tbh I don’t feel much guilt about not being able to keep up with what my mutuals are posting because I know it’s always there for me when I’m ready) - although actually now that I’m saying this, I take that back. I do sometimes feel very very guilty when I don’t have time to get into a friend’s fic. Oh wow yeah that was a huge lie, I DEFINITELY have felt extremely guilty before about not having enough time to read someone’s fic and feeling like I’m letting them down in some way and not adequately supporting them. Yikes. Goes to show ya.

I am hoping that as more and more people become aware of this that people will start appreciating slowness and ephemerality - taking your time to read or write something, starting incomplete fics just to appreciate them even if they’re short lived or never completed, forgiving yourself for not being able to read everything or write everything right now and realizing that you’ll get to it when you get to it. It’s easier said than done and I do feel guilty sometimes about perpetuating this by being a very fast writer, but yeah! Unfortunately it’s sort of on each of us to do this since the very medium of social media demands instant gratification - tumblr and ao3 (the latter by virtue of being an archive) are perhaps the least egregious of them, but it’s definitely in the nature of social media to induce this kind of behaviour.

[skz317cb97]

Kim Seungmin x Thick Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Synopsis: A sequel to A Tale of Two Cheonyeo. You and Seungmin have been together for almost three years. You've had a lot of firsts together in that time but you still have your issues with your body and still wear your shirt when you make love. You decide you want to do something special for Seungmin for your anniversary, if your nerves don't get the best of you first.

A/N: 18+ only! This is the second sequel in the SKZ x Thick Reader Series. Before I even knew I would be doing a whole series of part 2's I already knew this story would be getting one! I hope you all enjoy it! If you do smash the like, the reblog, leave me a little comment, or shoot me an ask and a keyboard smash. I love the feedback! Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY strong language/cursing, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected piv sex (please use protection), praise/body worship, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, cum shot, cum eating, mentions of pregnancy and birth. I think that's everything but if I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it asap!

Agi angye. Seungmin said it to you all the time. Whenever there was a task that seemed too daunting, something happening in your life that was overwhelming, or a milestone that seemed scary.

“Agi angye y/n. Any movement forward is progress baby. Take small steps and don’t think about the distance. Focus on the steps and you’ll get there when you get there.” He used the line on you lot when you were being hard on yourself about your body image and your sex life with Seungmin. There were three things that were your only requests when you had sex, you couldn’t have a bunch of lights on, you didn’t want Seungmin to go down on you, and you always always had to have your shirt on. When you had been together a little over a year, he asked you to move in together and you still wore the shirt when making love. You had lived together for almost a year and a half now, closing in on your three-year anniversary and you still wore the shirt. Seungmin respected your wishes of course and never pressured you to do something you didn’t feel comfortable doing. If you were interested in trying to take a step, he was supportive. If you got scared and backed out, he comforted and assured you.

You had made some progress in the last few years with Seungmin. Mostly after moving in together. Being in such close quarters helped. He’d seen you in a towel quite a few times, and your little robe. As long as the curtains were drawn closed so that it wasn’t too bright in your room you would have morning sex, and there was one time that you let Seungmin put his head under your shirt and suck on your nipples while he fingered you. Only if the room was completely dark and only if he promised to keep his eyes closed while he did it. You had been a ball of nerves the entire time he was under your shirt, you trusted he would do what he said and keep his eyes closed but he could tell you weren’t able to enjoy his fingers inside you while he did it, so he didn’t do it very long. He was so proud of you for trying though and he made sure to tell you after when you were holding each other in bed.

Seungmin was always so patient and understanding and with your anniversary just around the corner you wanted to plan something special for him, to show him how much you loved and appreciated him. You made reservations at that fancy French restaurant Seungmin had mentioned before. You had to do that two months in advance and it was not an easy task. You bought a new dress, and you planned on your friend Eve going to you and Seungmin’s apartment while you were at dinner to get it all staged.

Soft music, candles, the whole nine yards. There were three other key elements you planned for the night. The first being you wanted to try taking your shirt off. It had been three years and Seungmin had been so supportive, and you felt safe with him, so you wanted to try. You also wanted to ask if Seungmin would try oral sex for the first time with you. Since you would never let him go down on you, he insisted on waiting himself, until you were ready too. You wanted to try, you wanted to do something that would surprise him. Blow his mind. That’s why you had the third and final piece of the plan tucked away safely until you were ready for it. The piece de resistance.

A couple days before your anniversary you told Seungmin you had a surprise prepared. You asked him to wear your favorite suit and to be ready by seven for dinner.

“What are you up to beautiful?” He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss.

“It’s a surprise, you’ll just have to wait and see. Oh, would you mind getting ready over at the guys’ place that day?” He went to ask you again just what this plan of yours was, but you pressed your finger to his lips.

“A surprise.” You removed the finger, pecked his lips, about faced, and carried on with the rest of your day. The day of your anniversary you woke up to Seungmin’s lips, then hands. They traveled down your body gently. He pulled your panties off and you spread your legs for him. Seungmin pushed into you slowly. He caged you between his arms, his body pressed against yours, he wanted to savor the moment, take it slow, kiss you, breath you in, make love to you.

After your round of morning sex, you went to get in the shower while Seungmin made coffee and a little breakfast. When you got out your food was ready, and it was Seungmin’s turn in the shower. He kissed the top of your head as he passed you and disappeared into the bathroom. The rest of your day was pretty much like any other. Seungmin had to go into work for a little bit. He went ahead and took his suit with him and planned on going to his friend’s place right after work. You had some errands to run before that night, candles to pick up and a few other odds and ends.

When you got home you set up everything in the bedroom just how you wanted it. Now all Eve would have to do is light the candles when you text her and hit play on the home speaker. You started to get yourself ready, excited but nervous about the night ahead. Seungmin showed up promptly at seven, always right on time as usual. He walked in with a bouquet of daisies he had picked up on the way. You were still in the master bathroom just finishing getting ready. Seungmin called out to you.

“y/n? I’m here.” You hurried with your finishing touches.

“Give me just a minute!” You sprayed on some perfume and gave yourself a quick once over before heading out. Seungmin sat down on the couch, laid the flowers on the table in front of him, and waited. Just a moment later he heard your shoes as you came walking down the hall. Seungmin turned and saw you just as you started to make your way down the four steps that led into the living room. He had seen you dressed up on multiple occasions but when he saw you his eyes went wide, and his heart started racing faster. You had on a soft pink sequined dress. It came off your shoulders and the fit complimented your curves. The color matched the pink shirt of Seungmin’s that you had asked him to wear. When he was able to pick his jaw up off the floor, he remembered the flowers and grabbed them.

“Wow, baby, you look...” He handed you the daisies as you walked up to him. You grabbed them and he pulled you in for a kiss.

“You look stunning my love.” You smiled and felt your face get warm.

“Thank you Min. You’re always so handsome in this suit.” You stood on your toes and pecked his cheek then smoothed the shoulder of his jacket and dusted it off.

“Very handsome.” You nodded assertively and Seungmin couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face.

“Okay baby we look like a million bucks, what now?” You smirked.

“Well, we have an eight o’clock reservation at Le Frisson...” Seungmin was in shock. That was a pretty hard place to get into. He had tried for your second anniversary and couldn’t even make the waiting list.

“How?!” You laughed and brushed his hair away from his face as you looked at him adoringly.

“I know some people that know some people that knew about a cancellation that I was able to weasel in on. Favors were called in, souls sold, virgins sacrificed but for you? Worth it.” Seungmin started laughing so hard tears came to his eyes. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close and giving you a kiss

“I appreciate the time and dedication it must have taken.” You shook your head as you both continued to laugh, and you pulled Seungmin towards the door.

“Yea yea I’m amazing, I should start a cult, now, Mr. Punctual lets go or we’re gonna be late!” Of course, Seungmin being Seungmin without even speeding got you there in plenty of time. How’d he always do that?

When you both walked into the restaurant you could see why it was so popular. It felt high class yet still cozy. There was dim lighting and limited seating to keep the quiet, intimate atmosphere. You were escorted to your table and the waiter explained the menu. You would be served three courses and dessert and you could choose between two meals. He told you the wine pairings for the evening's meal and then left to get you drinks and allow you time to look at the meal selections.

“They both sound so good Min!” He agreed, both choices were amazing meals sure to be decadent in every way.

“Why don’t we each get one and we can try all of it.” You smiled nodding.

“Oh my god you’re a genius! Yes!” When the waiter came back with your drinks Seungmin told him your dinner selections, he collected your menus and went to put your orders in. The whole dinner you and Seungmin laughed, talked about your favorite memories together like that time at the batting cages, and what you hoped the future looked like.

Each serving that was placed in front of you was better than the last. Seungmin switched to water after the second course, but you continued to drink a couple more glasses of wine. You were nervous about what was to come after dinner, and you hoped it would relax you a little. By the time you were done with dessert you were a little tipsy. When it was time to go you went to stand up and you stumbled just a bit. Seungmin grabbed your hip and hand to brace you.

“You okay baby? Do you want to wait here while I bring the car around?” You shook your head. The cool air and walk to the car would probably help sober you up a bit.

“No Min I’m fine, just lost my balance a second.” He looked at you for a moment.

“Okay then. Let's get home. We can just relax the rest of the night.” Over your dead body you thought. You had your plan, a little liquid courage, and you really wanted to do something that blew Seungmin’s mind. Relaxing would be the last thing you would be doing. You pulled out your phone and texted Eve letting her know you were leaving dinner so she could set up and go. As Seungmin drove the both of you home he could feel you doing that thing you always did. He looked over and sure enough you were leaned back in your seat watching him with stars in your eyes, like you were floating in a dream. He chuckled a little.

“Why you looking at me like that?” You blinked slowly and let out a content sigh and smiled.

“Cause you’re beautiful, did you know that?” Seungmin’s ears turned red.

“You’re drunk.” You shook your head.

“Am not. I was a little tipsy but I’m fine now.” You leaned closer and your hand slid across Seungmin’s thigh, when your fingertips brushed his inner thigh, you squeezed. He jumped tensing up and then let out a breath as he relaxed again. The liquid courage was definitely working.

“W-what are you doing?!” You stopped and looked at him as he took quick glances between you and the road. He had a surprised expression on his face, and you thought he was upset with you. You should have asked before just touching him like that. You took your hand off his leg and sat back in your own seat again embarrassed. Seungmin was just shocked, he wasn’t upset in the slightest, you had never done anything like that before. Your sex life had always been kept confined within the four walls of your apartment and mainly the bedroom. So, the fact that your hand was sliding up his thigh closer to his dick while you were in the car surprised him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I-I liked it I was... I was just surprised. You can touch me; I always want you to touch me baby.” You shook your head.

“No, I was being stupid, I’m sorry.” You were no longer feeling as confident in your plan for the night. So much for liquid courage.

“You weren’t love, really. You have nothing to be sorry about, okay?” You nodded and quietly watched out the window for the rest of the ride home. Seungmin glanced over from time to time trying to make sure you were okay. He felt terrible for hurting your feelings he truly had not meant to. As you walked up to the apartment your anxiety started getting the best of you. Right before Seungmin unlocked the door you stopped him.

“Min, I... I had planned... well... you know... but if you don’t want to, we do-” Seungmin pulled you in and kissed you softly running his hand down your cheek as he did.

“I definitely want to baby.” He unlocked the door and let you in first. As soon as you walked in you could see the soft lighting from the candles and hear the music quietly playing. When Seungmin walked in his heart melted. He turned and looked at you, surprised again.

“Baby, when...I, you did all this for me?” You nodded and smiled, happy to see how much he liked the surprise so far.

“There’s more Minnie.” He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, is there?” You smirked and grabbed one of his hands pulling him towards your shared room, kicking your heels off along the way, Seungmin joined you taking his shoes off as well, following your lead. It wasn’t very often you did the leading, if ever, so Seungmin was just letting you do your thing. When you got to your room the soft music was playing through the bedroom speakers as well and there were more candles, not as many as the living room, you still wanted it a little dark. Agi angye, baby steps you told yourself, and tonight was going to be two very big baby steps. You walked up to Seungmin and wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands rested on your full hips, God he loved your hips. You pressed your soft lips against his and then spoke quietly.

“I’m gonna change and wash my face, then I’ll be right back, okay?” Seungmin nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth. You grabbed a couple of things and then headed off into the master bathroom to get ready. You quickly brushed your hair, got out of your dress and into your shirt and then washed your face.

When you came back out into the room Seungmin was sitting on the edge of your bed. He had taken off his jacket and tie and loosened the top two buttons of his shirt. Seeing him there you remembered the first time you saw him and how cute you thought he was. He smiled sweetly at you as you walked over and stood between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head against your soft tummy.

“I love you so much y/n, so much.” You ran your fingers through Seungmin’s hair, and he looked up at you. You bent down and kissed him and then started to get on your knees in front of him. At first Seungmin didn’t know what you were doing but when your hands slid up his thighs towards his fly he realized and stopped you.

“Baby baby, you don’t have to do that. We’re gonna wait until you’re ready for me to go down on you too, so we can do it together our first time.” You smiled at him, and your heart swelled.

“Seungmin... I... I think I want to try tonight... if you want to that is.” Seungmin brushed the stray hairs away from your face and cupped your cheek.

“You’re sure?” You nodded and slowly reached for Seungmin’s fly again. He leaned back on his hands and was looking down at you as he took a shaky breath.

“You’re so beautiful love,” He whispered as you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You reached inside them and pulled his cock out. You had given Seungmin hand jobs, and his dick had been inside you more times than you could count but this was the closest your face had ever been to it, and you couldn’t help thinking it was pretty. It was smooth and not scary big. He was so hard already at just the idea of your mouth being around him. You must have been kneeling there staring at him for a minute because Seungmin finally cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Uh... w-why don’t you start with trying to lick it?” You agreed. You gently squeezed his cock and then you licked a stripe up his shaft to the head. He tasted good, like Seungmin always tasted. You licked again, this time slower, and Seungmin’s head rolled back.

“Fuck that one felt really good baby.” You repeated what you had just done but a little slower and when you got to the head of his cock again, he gasped as your tongue teased it. He gently ran his fingers through your hair as you gave him slow wet licks up his cock a few times.

“Mmm do you think you could try sucking on the tip?” You nodded, gave Seungmin another long lick up his shaft and when you got to the tip you took it in your mouth and started swirling your tongue around it. Seungmin’s grip on your hair tightened just a little.

“Oh fuck. T-that f-feels so good y/n oh my god.” Hearing him start to lose it already egged you on to continue. You started bobbing up and down, slowly sucking when you went up and going deeper each time you went down. Seungmin leaned back on both hands again, his breathing coming out faster and faster, he started to tense up.

“FUCK I’m gonna cum baby I’m gon-” Before he could finish his word Seungmin started flooding your mouth. He hadn’t intended on coming in your mouth especially since it was your first time but when it happened you just went with it and tried to swallow as quickly as it filled your mouth. You pulled off Seungmin’s cock and his cum ran down your lip and chin a bit. He wiped it off as he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re so good to me love. Make me feel so good...” He helped you up off your knees and kissed you, traces of his taste still lingering in your mouth. Seungmin stood up, his pants and boxers falling around his ankles, and wrapped his arms around you deepening the kiss. You unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor joining the rest of his clothes. Seungmin’s hands started roaming your body over your shirt, getting more heated by the second. You pulled away a moment.

“Min... uh... well there was something else I wanted to try tonight too.” He cocked his head questioningly.

“What is it beautiful?” You took a deep breath, you wanted to do this.

“I want you to take my shirt off me tonight.” Seungmin’s eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped.

“Agi angye jagiya. You don’t ha-” Before Seungmin could say another word you kissed him. Your hands held his face gently and you kissed him hoping he felt every ounce of love you had for him, and he did, his eyes were closed so tightly as he kissed you back. You whispered against his lips.

“I want you to.” You took a couple steps back, raised your arms up, and in the sweetest voice asked.

“Seungminnie? Will you take this off of me please?” Seungmin got lightheaded due to all the blood immediately rushing to his dick. He stepped forward and bunched the hem of your shirt in both of his hands then stopped and looked at you.

“If that’s what you want baby...” You nodded and he lifted the shirt up and over your head. At first, he only looked at your face, looking for any discomfort or nervousness but you had none. You knew how much Seungmin loved you. You weren’t scared.

“You can look at me Min it’s okay...” When you said that Seungmin’s eyes traveled down and that’s when he realized what you’d had on underneath that shirt. You stood there as sweet as can be in sheer, baby pink, floral, lingerie. It had garters and was strappy and they all softly pressed into the skin of your thick hips and thighs. It was hands down the sexiest thing Seungmin had ever seen, and he actually started to drool.

“Oh beautiful, you shouldn’t have...” He pulled you close and kissed you with a fiery passion that was sure to burn the building down. He turned you back towards the bed and laid you down as he kissed down your neck.

“Min,” He stopped and looked down at you worried you may be having second thoughts. You looked into his brown eyes that seemed to go on forever as they stared back into you.

“I love you.” Seungmin smiled and started kissing your neck again.

“I love you too baby, so much.” You would never question that. You knew he did. He ran his hands down your body over the lace covering it. He slid a finger between a strap and your skin and rubbed softly gently snapping it before continuing down your body. When Seungmin’s face hovered over your lace panties you did start to get a little nervous but when he pressed a finger against your slit and rubbed you relaxed again. He kissed your thighs and rubbed you over your panties for a little bit like that until it wasn’t enough for you.

“Please Minnie...” He looked up at you and kissed your thigh softly again.

“God I’ve been dying to taste you for so long.” You felt your face heat up at his admission but couldn’t focus when Seungmin was sliding your pretty lace panties over and getting ready to do exactly that. Seungmin wasn’t an idiot and had fingered you plenty of times to know where your clit is. He spread you open and kissed it. It was warm and sweet and a good way to ease into the completely unknown territory for you, for both of you. He stuck the tip of his tongue out and softly teased before placing another firmer kiss against the sensitive bud. You were trying to keep calm, it all felt so good you wanted to jut your hips forward, but you were able to control yourself for now.

“More baby, more...” You were already a little breathless. Seungmin did just as you asked and licked a broad stripe up your pussy, then latched on and softly sucked, licked, and drank you in. It was all so much but so tender. You could no longer keep control of your hips and when they started moving too aggressively Seungmin held them down. The way he went down on you was like you were a delicacy. All the fancy food you had eaten that night and as far as Seungmin was concerned you were the tastiest. His cock was getting so hard as your moans of pleasure got louder.

“I’m...Seungmin, fuck fuuhh I’m gonna..c...” Seungmin thought he was going to cum untouched just by the sound of you coming on his tongue. You gripped his hair softly, your legs trying to squeeze together, stopped by Seungmin’s head. Once you relaxed against the bed again Seungmin started placing tender kisses up your body, worshiping every piece of you, thanking you for letting him have you like that, for letting him see you. He stopped, propped over you, looking down at you.

“You’re so beautiful, I mean just fucking breathtaking... look at you.” Between the orgasm and his words your heart was racing. Seungmin slid your panties to the side again and slowly slid his cock inside you. You let out a small gasp when he was buried fully then he started to fuck you slow and deep. Seungmin was in no rush tonight. You had given so much to him and he wanted you to know how grateful he was. So he was going to make you cum again and again. He kissed you sweetly as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper with every thrust and it wasn’t long before your body was on fire again, your second orgasm tearing through you. Seungmin stopped and just stayed there inside you while your walls squeezed him.

“Oh my god Min, s-so good feels so good!” Seungmin slid one of his hands behind your knee and lifted your leg to hit you at a different angle, deeper. The first hard thrust he gave you had you speechless, you hadn’t even entirely recovered from your last orgasm. Seungmin seemed hell bent on ripping the next one out of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g spot with precision in this slightly new position.

“Give me another one gorgeous let me see that pretty face you make when you cum for me.” As if words were all it took you came again, and it was almost too much in the best ways. Seungmin pulled out of you and rubbed his dick up and down your pussy over your lacey panties.

“Can I cum on these pretty panties baby?” You nodded.

“Yes please, cum for me Min, cum for me.” Your voice was breathy as you laid there fucked out. Seungmin rubbed his cock against your panties harder and started coming on them.

“Oh fuck, baby yes, those cute panties look so good covered in my cum, fuck!” You both slumped back on the bed sweaty and trying to catch your breath. Seungmin rolled over towards you, wrapped an arm around you and started planting soft kisses on the side of your face.

“I’ll get something to clean up with beautiful and I’ll be right back.” You took a deep breath and nodded, your hands pushing your hair back away from your face. Just a moment later Seungmin was back with a washcloth, and he wiped you off. When he went to toss the rag, you got up, stripped the lingerie off, slid your big t-shirt on again and got back into bed. A second passed and Seungmin joined you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close. He buried his face in your hair and inhaled, breathing you in and then whispered to you before falling asleep.

“Thank you for trusting me y/n. I love you.”

As Seungmin stood by you in the labor and delivery room he couldn’t help but think about how far the two of you had come together. He felt a little helpless also. There you were, working so hard bringing his son into the world and all he could do was hold your hand and cheer you on. You were so amazing.

“You’re doing great baby. Just a little more.” You grimaced and tears streaked your face as you took a deep breath and pushed again when the doctor said. You had never felt pain like that in your whole life. Then you heard him. Your son, Seungmin’s son, crying and suddenly the pain didn’t matter anymore. Half the doctors swept him away to get vitals and clean him up while the other half worked on finishing up with you.

“Minnie, go by him make sure he’s okay.” Seungmin leaned down and kissed your forehead before letting go of your hand and going over by the group of doctors with your son. They were busy printing his feet wrapping him up and putting his little hat on his tiny head. Tears filled Seungmin’s eyes as soon as he saw his face. He looked just like you. Seungmin looked over at you.

“He’s perfect, he’s beautiful.” He was so amazed that the two of you had made this tiny person. He couldn’t believe that he could feel even more love than he already did, he didn’t think it was possible until he saw his son. As soon as the little hat was in place one of the nurses picked him up and immediately handed him over to Seungmin who was a little shell shocked. He’d never held a baby before in his life now he had to raise one. As soon as he was in his arms Seungmin started to freak out a little. They had to shape and nurture this baby to be an adult one day. You could see the panic on Seungmin’s face from your bed.

“Min, come over here love.” He walked over and turned so you could see your son’s face, more tears.

“He’s gorgeous Minnie.” Seungmin quietly nodded, agreeing.

“What’s wrong Seungmin?” He took a deep calming breath.

“What if I’m a bad dad? I don’t know the first thing about being a dad.” You shook your head and reached for his free hand, squeezing it.

“Min, I know you’re going to be an amazing father. No one knows what they’re doing when it comes to being a parent. We can try to be ready, but you never really know. We’ll figure it out together though, okay? Agi angye jagiya.” Seungmin nodded. The doctors were finished up with you and Seungmin handed the baby off to you as soon as they were done. You held him running your fingers along his sweet soft face. Seungmin’s heart was so full seeing you there holding your son. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

“Speaking of agi angye we have a pretty important baby step we still need to take. What’s his name?” You kissed the baby’s head and looked at his peaceful face as he slept in your arms.

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“How about... Sky?”

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[kikiwooo]

Hello!! How are you doing? I hope you are doing just well and fine <3

I am so sorry if I made you uncomfortable with this request and please don't feel pressured to do it.

I was wondering if you could do a yandere headcanons for genderbend Lesley, Fanny, Hanabi, Irithel, Masha, Selena and Valentina? (You can do more if you'd like, and obviously you can also do less I wouldn't mind either way☺️)

Again you don't have to do this and I hope you have a good day/night!!~

notes: yandere themes, genderbent character(s), gn reader

Do not like the DAMN post, reblog and comment instead. That's how Tumblr works if you don't know.

© @/kikiwooo

Lesley is a observer, nearly nothing can escape from his hawk-like eyes. His eyes are constantly on you, watching your every move, expression... He can be affectionate if you decide to obey him. Lesley can and will kill anyone he sees as a treat to both of your relationship, he's merciless deep down.

Fanny is strong, everyday he trains himself to the death, to be able to protect you better of course! He has quite a well-built body and the stamina of a monster. It's nearly impossible to outrun him...would you try to run away? With Fanny, he has two personalities, a lovesick puppy with you and a ruthless monsters to others who he sees as a treat.

Hanabi is a nightmare to deal with, he can pop off from every corner. Nothing seems to be impossible for him when it comes to you, his one and only. Hanabi is strict when it comes to his rules and expects you to obey them, however, he's not afraid to be a little rough with you. In the end he'd continue the relationship like nothing happened.

Irithel has a strong sense of protection when it comes to you, his mate. He often leaves Leo with you for that matter. He makes sure that you're well fed and warm, he cares whenever you're unhappy or not, being sad can make you sick y'know. He loves to get cozy with you, go on, lay on his chest. Irithel will try his hardest to not squeeze you here and there. It's pure adoration.

Masha can sometimes be overwhelming, he can't help it when he constantly worries over you. He is your shadow and he'll always be, if any treat, he'll be your shield. Masha uses the cold weather to his advantage, he's running warm and he knows it, he knows how you're inching to nuzzle him for warmth. Once you snuggled into him, Masha will trap you into his chest for as long as he likes, you really don't have a say in this.

Selena is a tease, a huge one at this point. He's just obsessed with you, not just you of course, the little things about you... The expressions you give him, ah aren't you just the cutest! Selena basically worshiphs you, his honey-like words are to fall for, he loves running his hands down your body, to him you're perfect. He can get quite dangerous if provoked, I suggest you to not get onto his bad side.

Don't even test Valentine, you'd only make a fool of yourself. He knows every possibility you can think and do, he observed you from the start and is still doing that. He knows every little things about you that you don't. Why don't you just be good and come sit on his lap? There's a glint in his eyes the way he wraps his arms tight around your waist.

[cinnamoncoffees]

Hej💜 I've become a huge fanfiction lover in the last 10 months since joining the fandom and I'm curious about comments and commenting! I don't write myself but I try to leave comments as a little thank you for getting to enjoy the art. So I decited to send some questions to the writers I follow here. No pressure to answer ofc I'm just curious, I adore you writers 🦋

1. Do you often leave comments or kudos on stories ? Why/ why not ?

2. What do comments mean to you?

3. What are your favorite type of comments to receive? Long and thoughtful ones? Favorite parts or lines? Praises? Asdfghjkl? Guesses or hopes for the future?

4. Do you reply to comments? Why/why not?

5. Has there been any negative comments? How did you deal with that ?

6. Are there comments that are not necessary negative but you just don't enjoy?

7. Do you ever get nervous how people are going to receive something you are writing? How do you deal with that?

8. Has there been a moment when someone interpreted your writing in a totally different way that you intented or misunderstood you in the comments? How did that make you feel ?

9. Do you ever go back to your comments? Are there comments that stayed with you?

10. Is there something you wish us non-writers would know regarding writing or commenting?

If you are a writer and I didn't ask you, please answer anyway if you feel like doing that! I only follow so many ( and also wanted to ask this anonymously because I'm shy hah). I'm so thankful for all you wonderful writers out there, this fandom is full of super talented people 💜

I’d seen this one going around so thank you for getting in touch! I am very into comments and ao3 in general as we know, so why not 🥰

1) Yes. Usually always. I want to be supportive and also I’m not afraid to gush if required.

2) EVERYTHING, are you kidding? Those little hits of dopamine in my inbox should not be as addictive as they are, and I love every lovely commenter dearly.

3) I actually love those quotes-and-comments ones that are huge, because it’s so nice to know which parts resonate, you know?

4) Yes: I don’t get so many that it’s overwhelming, and I like to acknowledge people (and keep my comment count even) so I do, for sure.

5) Actually no. I feel like, people don’t comment if they don’t like it. Everyone has always been lovely - if they’re mad it’s because the character was an idiot, not me 😂

6) Not really ☺️

7) It’s always a little nerve-wracking putting your art out there, right? I’m a bit more confident since I have a couple of people who read through some of my stuff now, but after a point it’s like, it is what it is, here you go!

8) I don’t think so? Not that I can remember.

9) Oh, for sure. I have to read back the previous bit(s) while I’m writing the next chapters and I quite often revisit comments almost accidentally, but it’s a nice little boost.

10) I wish readers would comment more, but I know that people approach their fanfic reading differently and there are a little group of lovely people who always comment, and who I love, appreciate, and want to kiss on the mouth (if they would like that) or buy coffee for (if not, or as well) 💜

[prelovednikaidou]

corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

a/n: taglist are open up to 10 users! comment '☁️'

Word count: 2.1k

series masterlist

[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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[avungerthatgotaway]

The Soldier of the Night

heyyyy guys!! this is my first ever request fic and im so excited to do iiiit. please tell me what you think of it in the comments🥰

it's made for this request

summary: y/n finally takes matters into her own hands and escapes hydra. but it won't be as easy as she tought...

warnings: mentions of blood and child neglect

pairings: avengers x teen!reader (platonic)

genre: angst-ish, fluff at the end

Sorry for grammar mistakes.

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Y/N Y/LN, but no one calls you by that name. To the world you are known as The Soldier of the Night, the merciless murderer. Mothers all over the world use you to teach their kids about most dreadful dangers. People gather around campfire in woods and share scary stories of your cold heart and homicides you don't feel guilty about. You are the biggest fear of each and every government there is in world.

And you always wonder what all those people would say if they knew how old you were. Or that you never kill willingly. Or that you silently pray every night for the victims you harmed or killed in your brainwashed state.

Or that hydra has no control over you anymore. You are currently running, without exact destination, just to get as far from hydra as you can. They are probably alerted of your absence by this point, but you are already in New York, so you can maybe find a hiding spot before they find you.

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-Avengers pov

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Nick Fury hurried to the avengers tower, where he called a sudden meeting this morning.

When he came in Steve and Sam were sweaty, probably just came from their morning jog. Bucky was still fighting sleep in his pyjamas, hair sticking out in different directions. Wanda was starring daggers at him for waking her up so early. Tony and Bruce were in lab coats, probably didn't sleep at all. All other avengers were at their respective missions.

"I called this meeting because my resources told me infamous Soldier of the Night is out of hydra HQ. We don't know why, but it's probably another killing mission for hydra. He is currently laying low, somewhere around south entrance to the city. Your mission is to stop him from harming anyone and bring him here. Alive if possible, it would benefit us to know what are hydra's plans at the moment." he finished.

"Alright." said Steve dutifully. "Any information we can get on him before we go?"

"Not much. Only that he is dangerous, and doesn't spare anyone. He is a ghost story. We don't even know if it's a he, that's just a guess."

"Very well. Everyone suit up, I expect you in front of tower in 10." Steve said and left, other avengers following behind.

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They came back that evening, exhausted of their unsuccessful search. There was no trace of the soldier. But they had to keep looking as long as there's hope to get rid of the monster.

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-2nd person pov

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Your heart was racing a hundred miles. You were well aware of the possibility of hydra finding you. But you didn't expect it to be this soon. You were in hiding for only 2 months and they already tracked you down.

Windows broke on your left side and hydra agents started piling in. At the same time on your right side the door broke down revealing whole avengers team, with few additions. You faintly remember one of them as The Winter Soldier, but what was he doing with avengers? Your toughts were cut short by a punch in your face delivered by one of hydra agents.

That's when it snapped: you had to fight for your life. And you probably had to fight both sides.

You started fighting hydra agents, harming them as much as you can without killing.

The avengers stand at the doorstep, and you faintly hear one of them saying "What the actual fuck?". They seemed belivered.

But they soon join the fight knocking out hydra agents. A fist connected with the back of your head, knocking you out into pool of darkness.

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Light clacking of bottles was the first thing you hear when you wake up. You squint your eyes open, panic finnaly kicking in to where you are. Your first tought was that you were back in hydra HQ, but the room was way too light for that, and hydra wanted you dead.

You started panicking and franatically got out of the bed, trying to escape. Whoever this is, they nean no good. Even avengers want to kill you. But as soon as you got up, black dots invaded your vision, causing you to fall. But before you hit the groung a pair of arms caught you, leading you to sit back in bed.

"Hey, hey sweetie calm down. No one will harm you here. Don't make any sudden movements, your head is still not completely healed." a man told you.

You just layed back and watched him bandage your wrist.

"I am Bruce Banner, by the way. What is your name?" he asked kindly.

"Y/N Y/LN" you whispered, almost inaudibly but he heard it.

"Alright, Y/N. I think I bandaged all your bruises. Rest of the team is waiting out, do you maybe want to meet them?"

By 'team' he probably meant rest of the avengers. You saw a big 'A' painted on the wasll, so that had to be it, right? You immediately shook your head no, eyes widening in fear. You still weren't sure they won't harm you, and meeting them seemed overwhelming in your current state.

"It's okay, calm down. You can meet them later. I will stay with you a little. We could talk if you want?"

You just shrugged your shoulders, not particularly fond of talking with anyone, but not wanting to seem rude because he did help you.

"Okay. How old are you Y/N?" he asked slowly.

"(your age)" you quietly said.

"Dear lord, you really are just a kid. I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through."

You just zoned out, thinking about everything that happened, when something poped up in your mind.

"Mr. Banner?" you asked shyly.

"Call me Bruce kiddo. What is it?"

"I tought I saw The Winter Soldier at the door when you guys came to get me?"

"Oh yes. Bucky. He was also in hydra, as you probably know. He was brainwashed. I suppose you were too?"

"I was, every time I killed somebody. Sometimes I went to missions with other agents and they didn't brainwash me, but I never killed anyone when I was in my senses." You started thinking about your victims as teers pooled in your eyes.

"We supposed so. Do you want me to bring Bucky in a little? Maybe he can help you feel better, because he knows what you're going through."

You slowly nodded, not wanting to reject meeting avengers the second time.

"Alright, he'll be here in a minute." Bruce gave you a gentle smile and patted your shoulder.

A minute after he exited, in came Bucky. He looked better than when you saw him last, but you doubted he's seen you. You were sneaking out, tryna find some food, when you heard and saw agents torturing him. That's about only memory you have of him, along with stories you've heard from other people.

"Hello there doll. How are you? Bruce told me you remember me." he said gently, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"I-I am alright, i guess. Th-thanks. And yes, I do. A little. I was passing by door, when I saw them torturing y-yo-you." you started sobbing a little, the memory bringing back others. Memories of them torturing you. And you torturing other people in your brainwashed state.

"Hey don't cry. It's okay, shhh. Come here." he opened his arms, and you hesitantly scooted closer, not exactly sure what he wanted. He circled his arms around you, and you flinched, thinking he's gonna attack you. But he just gently kept his arms wrapped around you, soothingly rubbing you back. after some time you wraoed your arms around his middle, still not sure what's going on.

But it was a nice feeling. You never felt something like it before. You felt so safe, like nothing could harm you as long as you two stay like that. You wanted to know what was all this about.

"Wha-at are you do-oing?" you asked after you stopped sobbing, but still hiccuping a little.

"Oh, I'm hugging you. Are you uncomfortable? I will stop if you are. Sorry." he said starting to draw back.

"No!" you quickly said, clutching onto him like koala. You were afraid the sense of comfort will leave you as soon as he withdraws from you.

"Shhh, doll. I won't let go. Never. Nothing will ever harm you here kiddo. We will take care of you. You can live normal life, like all other kids. Maybe go to school after you adapt to your surroundings. Here is a kid Peter he is about your age. You can make friends your age. And of course we will be your friends. For as long as you want it."

"Wait, I can live here? I'm not a burden?"

"No, of course not. Don't ever think that, please."

"B-Bu-Bru" you struggled to remember what Bruce told you his name was.

"Bucky. Or James, whichever you prefer kid."

"Oh okay. What are hugs Bucky?"

"Well I'm hugging you right now. You hug people ti show your emotions. Like comfort, thankfulness, happiness, love. It's what friends do."

"Wait wait wait. You never had a hug before?? Like ever????" a new voice boomed. It sounded genuine but way too loud. You flinched instinctively and hid your face in Bucky's shoulder. He tightened his hold on you for comfort.

"Can you be any louder Thor? And no she was practically raised in hydra, they don't exactly hug around." Bucky said.

"I am sorry, lady Y/N. For frightening you, and for my inappropriate question. I am Thor Odinson." he said coming closer to you.

"It's okay Mr. Thor. I'm Y/N Y/LN, nice to meet you." you said shyly.

"Oh it's lovely meeting you too. I came here because brother Stark asked me to ask you if our presence is wished upon now."

"Huh, what do you think, doll? Ready to meet 'em now? No pressure." Bucky quietly asked, only for you to hear.

You tought about it for a second, but if everyone is nice as three you already met, you'd like to meet them all. And with quiet "okay", Bucky nodded to Thor and he left to call the others in.

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That night you layed in your bed, thinking of that day's events. You met everyone, since no one had missions assigned. They were all really nice to you. Even Loki, which surprised every avenger. You were not sure why tho, Loki was nice, and his voice was comforting. The Maximoff twins were really funny, and Tony already started making you your own room! Everyone else you've met was aweosme: Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam and Rhodey. Peter was shy but nice, he promised to show you some good movies and he was belivered when you said you don't know what those are.

Bucky was still you favorite. He stayed the longest, promising to come and visit you first thing in the morning. You hoped he'll hug you again, you were quite fond of hugs now.

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Few months passed since avengers saved you. Life couldn't be better at this point. You were home schooling, or rather preparing to go to real school next year. Peter already introduced you to his friends from school you are going to attend. You were training to become an avenger, and it was so exciting.

You were currently having breakfast tho, sitting in between Sam and Bucky who were bickering about one thing or other. Tony was dancing funnily while making pancakes, while Nat was trying to throw as many blueberries as possible at him. You heard Clint somewhere in wents above you, probably setting up a prank. You smiled to yourself. Even though you never knew love, or had a family until two months prior, avengers accepted you. They were slowly becoming your family, and you couldn't imagine your life without them. ;)

[hauntedelation]

Let Us In

(Picture found on Pinterest, I don't own!)

Description: It was time for Sy to be shown how much he is appreciated in that house.

Pairing: Gender Neutral Reader (No race or body type mentioned) x Mike x Captain Syverson. (Walter is mentioned.)

A/N: Alright, so this was from another Discord chat with my friends. @hope-to-hell and @feralrunaway. The overall back story is from Hope's universe with Mike, Walter, Reader and Sy. Here's the link to her master list and all of her stories that feature this dynamic!

Feral gave these wonderful lines that are highlighted red. Thank you, friend 🥺

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut (18+), oral sex male receiving, reassurance, praise, loving ass play and feelings

Sorry for errors, enjoy guys!

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He arrived with his fingers playing on the rim of his cap, ready to take it off to let some air grace his heated scalp. The weighty thud of the garage door resonated secondly.

Walt was out that night, working a later shift at the station. He took the short time leave his best, a little note with a his best addressed to Sy. His intentions were to be provided when he came home. He parted an hour before with a kiss to each of your foreheads,

'Don't overwhelm him, yeah? Have fun, I'll be home when the sun comes up.'

You were peering at the bulk of Sy's body, how it would tense with each move he made. He bent down, unlacing his boots and slid them off. "Hey y'all," he greeted you and Mike, but that drawl was muffled, drained.

Mike was gnawing on his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling in the setting sun through the kitchen window. His fingers tapped anxiously on the countertop, with no particular rhythm planned.

When he caught the eye of the southern male, standing a few feet away, he gifted him a nod and an awfully hidden smile.

It was contagious, you followed after Mike to welcome Sy more personally. You caught how his hands smeared the grease on his jeans, the sweat trickle along his forehead.

He had been at the exterior of the house the entirety of the day.

That, and with the passing months he had worked to improve dozens of things for the house. Though, never did any of you ask. Sy always found something, taking those problems in his hands and wiring his thoughts to fixing them.

He was tenacious, not you, Michael, or even Walter could convince him to halt his favors. All the man would reply with was, 'It keeps me busy, I don't mind a bit.'

This was a few days ago, the particular idea came with a conversation between you and Michael:

You needed to show him your thanks.

"How’s the project coming big guy?" says Mike as his hand lays on his thick bicep. The man sighs, clicking his tongue in thought.

"Well I reckon..."

You and Michael bring him into the kitchen, listening to his musings about today and what his plans were for finishing that project. Sy is speaking softly, his body relaxing more and more under yours and Mike's hands sliding over his clothed skin.

"You need anything?" You let your palm glide up his chest. His blue eyes gaze down at you before they flicker to the sweating pitcher of tea on the counter.

He gulps down a glass before you catch Mike's silent message. His chest is heaving in that thrilling suspense, the quick wiggle to his brow a signal.

"Sy, can we do something for you?"

The man places his glass down on the countertop, wiping away stray droppings of the drink with his hand. His chin tilts toward you, and he was mulling over that query until Mike stepped in, voice modestly shaky,

"Yeah, you got a minute to spare?"

His nimble fingers trace the sleeve of Sy's shirt, along the stitching and the fabric stretching over his arm. The man catches this, blinking slow at the younger man. He was distracted, missing the way that your lips pulled up in a vampish manner.

Sy rubs at his beard and drifts his eyes between the two of you, oblivious, unaware,

"Sure, what do ya need?"

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The Captain had fallen asleep, he was damn sure if it. He was still out there in the garage, hunched over that table and drawing, planning and redrawing those notes for that task. He swears that he must have drifted off and was snoring like a hog out there.

He had to have, because he was dreaming up a vision he thought he would never experience with his eyes wide open.

His curious words, "What're you two planning here?" they wavered away the moment he was brought into the bedroom.

It was real, far more tangible than anything else that could come to mind. Two pairs of wandering hands, pulling him into that familiar room, two pairs of lips pressing onto his skin and his own.

He can feel both of your fingers on his worn-out body, the way that you two had your own mission. You had your intent to venture past his garments, seeking every inch of him.

Michael enjoyed dragging his fingertips along his scalp, down the nape of his damp neck. He took the older man's lips with his and languidly, worked his mouth open. He was chasing that sweet, sugary taste of the ice tea.

You moved from his neck, his collarbone, before gently dropping to the floor before him. Your hands unlatched the leather binding his hips and soon his jeans slid from his thighs, his underwear accompanying.

The first taste of him, the gift, the raw sensation of his stiffening length. All of the salt and the wood, all of those hours he clocked in outside.

The flavor of Sy coated your tongue, and how that roused something in the both of you. You could hear Mike swallow every moan falling from Sy's lips.

Right there in the middle of the bedroom, with the door to his back, he had nothing to hold onto. You unknowingly placed him in the position of using his will to keep himself standing. He really wasn't trying to lose.

Mike joined you on the floor, grinning up at the Captain and taking his erection into his hands. They met eyes, and he tapped the head of his cock against his swollen lips, running his tongue around the ridges before taking him all down.

Michael and his talented mouth, he almost sent the older man tumbling.

Almost did, you could feel his smirk through Sy's skin. Though your hands steadied him, at least for a moment or two. They lightly squeezed his thighs, hardly able to make a dent in the muscle. He was alright.

At least until your fingers worked around his legs from the front to the back. You had found the white tube under the bed and slickened your fingers, creeping to that spot.

Your torturing mouth, nipping on his thigh and his abdomen, you whispered into him, "You need to sit down, Captain?"

His fingers trembled when he pulled at the hem of his shirt, sliding the filthy garnet off, and tossing it on the floor.

Michael pulled his mouth away and sent Sy a light-hearted chuckle, he followed the dark ring around his biceps and collar bone. The Captain had developed a perfect farmers tan.

Your finger worked just passed that taught ring, Mike returning his mouth and—

"Christ, sweetheart." He didn't know who to address.

Sy's hips also didn't know which direction to move. They fell back, chasing your digits and pushing you in deeper, then kicked forward into the heat of Michael's mouth.

He ran his palm on his buzzed head, then his knees grew wobbly and–

You both guided him to the bed. Sy was compliant, more than so, especially with the way his eyelids shaded most of his blackened blues. He was puddy at the hands of you two.

You tapped his knee and told him to position his hips just over the edge, thumb back to rubbing over his sensitive hole. Mike was panting in your ear, throwing out a comment about, "You take their fingers so well Sir, so good, and god–"

His jeans were way tighter than he could say was comfortable but he neglected that.

Mike took pleasure in holding Sy's pulsing cock, slickening the member to the point of glistening. It was like he craved to make a mess over him. Leftover saliva dribbled over the man's balls, dribbling more and pooling on the surface of the couch.

His other hand was still sticky with precum, but he gathered your jaw in those fingers. He removed your mouth from Sy's hole, your tongue lapping at the ring, and revealing the view of the man clenching around nothing.

You filled him once more before Mike slanted his mouth with yours, starving and needy, swiping his tongue repeatedly against yours.

Sy's nails sunk into that couch, hips jutting into the grip of Michael's hand. It was torture, the man didn't wish to stop all of this, hell he hoped that he wouldn't finish anytime soon. That would take every drop of thought in him.

His mouth fell open though, effortless the moment your third finger was slowly pushed into his hole. Massaging and working him open just the way that he liked.

"Mm, y'all I–"

And then yours and Michael's lips fell to the veins on Sy's erection. You both shared the salt of his precum, the thrum of his heartbeat through his skin. Neither of you fighting for it, sucking his head into your mouth and Mike licking at you to get a taste.

All the while your fingers didn't dare halt, pressing deeper and deeper to the point where Sy was crumbling around you. Stimulating that sweet spot in the depths of him.

If you had peeked through your lashes, you could see how his lips were perpetually open, revealing those ragged, low sounds from his core.

You would notice his flushed face, clear to the man's ears. You would see the way Mike's palm rubbed up that man's stomach, up to roll the man's nipples between his fingers.

And you could see how Sy could hardly keep his eyes open, struggling to take everything in in front of him. Those pretty eyes fluttered. Christ, did they keep on closing, did his head fall back into the cushion of the couch.

He could feel it, that pressure wind through his spine to the point where he could say he had never quite felt that so intensely before.

Sy's eyes would close only for him to be pulled back between his legs, needing to look into two pairs of adoring eyes.

"You two a-are killing me."

You pulled the tip of his erection out of your mouth, a wet pop emerging from your lips. Mike, who had been running his tongue over Sy's balls, delicately taking each one between his lips, eventually drifted back upward.

He was sloppily taking in your remaining spit, more liquid from Sy's leaking erection.

You kept on rubbing that spot, feeling how his hole clamped around your fingers. But with your free hand you found Sy's leg again, thumb grazing along the many hairs there.

He was taking you in, gulping down a strained breath well in his stomach. You kissed, and you kissed, over the flesh of his abdomen and the sides of his ribs, over the knotted markings carved into him.

"Sy?" It took him a minute,

"Mmh?" That's all he could push out, his hand soothed up your shoulder, a thick brow lifting shallowly. His other hand was tangled in Mike's unruly curls, watching the younger man's head bob rhythmically.

And how he was still quivering, his hand shakier than he had ever seen it. Through Michael's earnest mouth he could hear you,

"Sy we just wanted to thank you."

You pressed your lips over his ribs some more, before flowing down his stomach and over the trail of hair further south.

"We appreciate everything that you do. You need to know that. You need to know that nothing you do goes unnoticed, all of the favors and the things you improve in our lives. We want to show you how much you mean to us."

Your eyes met his and through that fog you saw that man, passed his thundering heart beat and through the muscle itself. It was a challenge, 'maybe he didn't really see', you worried.

There was still hope in your chest, you could sense that somewhere he was understanding, grasping.

He had been rendered speechless in your heard. His uneven breaths still fell from his mouth, his tongue wetting his bitten lips. That large hand of his soothed over the back of your neck, fingers brushing softly the skin behind your ear.

"You make us all happy, and feel so protected. You've changed our lives, more than you will ever know."

Michael took his mouth off of him, gathering his breath and letting the Captain swipe his thumb at the spit dripping over his lower lip.

His throat was hoarse, and after a tender kiss to Sy's thumbpad he told him, "Just lay back and let us make you feel good for a little while."

Sy didn't know whose eyes to watch, bouncing back and forth, captivated and welling with a hoard of emotions. The man decided to nod his head in a daze, trying out a controlled smile. He'd tried so much before he had to let his head rest into the couch.

Every bit of tension was dissolving from his body, he'd begun to allow his body to mold, shape under the both of you.

The weary Captain observed you and Michael, gazing at you two working your love into him.

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[aizawasbedtimestories]

Can we please get some yandere content again? What if the kidnapped reader has a son who attends UA in 1-B and Aizawa uses him against them to keep them in line? Like "You do something I don't like and I'll pay a little visit to your son"

Of coooourse! Thanks for the interesting idea! Hope you like it!

TW Yandere

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“…and once I am a pro, I will find out what happened to my-”

With a devastating sound, the television cut to black, the video that had played and filled the room with sound and light disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared.

You choked back your tears, even though they were streaming down your cheeks. But you would not give him the satisfaction of seeing you quite as desperate as you felt, letting him hear your sobs and cry out to him for mercy. No, you wouldn’t. Not to this terrible, terrible bastard that he was.

Pushing himself off the wall he leaned against, Shouta walked by the backside of the couch you sat on quietly, biting your lips. His hand wiped through your hair before he clenched down on the strands, a yell getting stuck in your throat. Leaning over the backrest, he pulled you closer, taking a second to think about what to say to you, only his breath residing against your ear while you struggled to keep your hair out of his hold.

“What a good child, huh? Trying to save his parent.”

Shouta finally let you go again, throwing the remote next to you onto the couch, waiting for you to grab it. But you knew his games well, and while you brushed down your frizzled hair, you didn’t reach for it, not stepping into his trap. “He’s a very good child, but I don’t think that’s what you wanted to show me, is it?”

He sighed, proud, yet disappointed you did not do something he had prompted you to. For someone so stubborn, thick-headed, and ungrateful as you were, you had learned about your place surprisingly quick, which was commendable. Still, Shouta felt you were just a little too good in keeping up your act.

Rounding the couch, he finally sunk down at the other end, slouching like he did not give a penny about all of this. Surely, you’d be punished for sitting only slightly different than with a straight back and crossed ankles, but he, he could do anything he wanted.

As he could clearly watch you now from the side, you brought a hand up, wiping away the tear stains on your skin in two swift motions. It wasn’t an admit to defeat, but he grinned, knowing he had hit you where he wanted you. “Such a good child, I’ll admit.”

The comment only rose your suspicion more, body tensing as he shifted next to you, leaning forward, and his head coming down on your shoulder. “Would be a shame if something happened to him. Or he would get expelled, maybe someone framed him for your disappearance, how proud would that make you, [Name]? Tell me…”

Reflexively, you flinched away, turning to face him. Had you not clenched your hands into fists, no one could have guaranteed you wouldn’t have tried to jump him and choke him to death, but this way, you were able to hold back. “Isn’t it enough you ruined my life? Keep my child out of it! He’s suffering enough!” You almost instantly regretted raising your voice, but after all he had been putting you through, you at least had to make a line at your son. That was nothing Shouta should have touched on in the first place.

However, had you known he would grab you when you didn’t, you would probably had at least tried to punch him. Gasping for air, you got yanked towards him at your collar, your hands slipping onto and clawing into his thighs in a desperate struggle for dominance.

“Let me remind you who’s in charge here. You’ve been awfully haughty lately, just know I can and will ruin this boy’s life. He’ll be paying for every one of your misdeeds, you got me?” Shouta hissed, and you stared at him head-on. Eventually though, you reluctantly avoided his eyes, whispering a small ‘Yes’ under your breath before getting released from his hold.

Even after all this, how could you not be the doting parent your son needed? That poor boy already had to live with your disappearance, battling these ghosts every day as to why you would leave him. You wanted nothing more than to break free, spit into Shouta’s face and make him go through the same as you had to, but not at the cost of your dear child.

You swore on his day - like so many others - that you’d break free on some point. That he would never break you no matter what. But you could not forget that grin on his face as he stood up, using the remote to replay the video anew before putting it right in front of you on the coffee table. Shouta knew he had won, there was no need for him to pressure you more, knowing all too well you’d never let harm fall over your son if you could avoid it - no matter how much you hated the thought.

“I’ll make sure to bring you more videos if you are good, [Name].”

With that, he left you, in front of the television, your son’s voice ringing through the room as the only sound. Pulling a nearby pillow close, you hugged it to your body, sobbing quietly as you burned the image of your son into your mind, the feeling of loneliness and desperation overwhelming you as you thought Shouta to be gone.

And it was the only time you’d ever be grateful to him, just because he left you alone to your sorrow until the tears dried out many hours later and the TV would not make a sound anymore.

[courageouslyfearless]

Summer Storm ☀ Sehun

Pairing: Sehun x Reader  Genre: fluff; implied sex Word Count: 1.5k  

You had always hated storms. But even more the ones during the summer. Those were the worst. The fear started when you were very young and it had grown as you did as well. The one raging on outside at this moment was particularly nerve-wracking. Thunder shook everything all the way down to your bones. You were grinding your teeth together as lightning painted sparks of white across the sky. You looked away from the dreary picture outside the window and hugged your knees close to your chest, burying your face in the space between them.

You were scared.

Yes, the storm was bringing to life unrealistic kind of fears, but that wasn't what was worrying you the most. Sehun had left an hour ago to pick up that stupid chocolate cake that you loved, because you had mentioned you were craving it. You regretted the comment instantly as he perked up from the dining room chair and announced he would go get it for you.

He was sweet. Always had been. But he had been particularly sweeter the past few weeks and you could feel yourself swooning every time he looked at you.

The truth of the matter is, when you had started dating him, you weren't particularly over your ex yet. You had warned Sehun of this fact and he promised it did not matter to him. He swore to change the way your heart felt and he did so with possibly the gentlest kiss you'd ever received. In other words, it had been impossible for you to say no.

You felt guilty for quite some time, especially on the days when your past love's face appeared to you in your dreams. But that was months ago. You no longer felt this way. Sehun had kept his word. He now resided permanently in your heart, with no space or even a corner left for any other man. You hadn't spoken to him about it yet. Not because you were afraid to tell him, but because you figured he would know already and there was no need for it. Not even two weeks ago you had agreed to move in with him and a few days later you were both sharing a home.

Home. You never thought you'd get to have one. But he had built one within you and you carried its warmth with you wherever you went.

So now, when the sky threatened to crack in half and fall down with the rain that showered the glass window of your living room, you had more than the fear of the storm raging outside. Because Sehun had been gone for so long and you had started fearing the worst.

That same fear stopped you from calling him. You imagined him driving in this weather and you'd hate to be a distraction on top of an already difficult task. So you waited.

But the fear in your heart grew by the second and before you'd know it, tears hugged the slope of your cheeks. The roar of thunder swallowed the creak of your front door opening, a drenched Sehun slipping inside the safety of what you guys called a home.

You were still on the couch, face covered by your own hair that fell down like a curtain over your wet eyes, when he noticed your sitting figure as he closed the door behind him.

He knew you hated storms. It hadn't started raining when he left, the downpour came when he was half way to the grocery store. He knew he had to get back to you as quickly as possible, for he didn't want you to be alone when the storm started. He had no such luck. So when he saw you sitting, face buried in between in your knees, he rushed to your side, placing the cake he had gotten you on top of the coffee table in the center of the room.

"Hey baby."

Something in you chest clenched at the sound of his voice as you felt a pair of arms covering you protectively. You quickly look up at him and he finally notices the tears trailing down your face. He frowns as he pulls your body to him, so that your head can rest comfortably against his chest. Through the fabric of his soaked shirt, you feel the rapid pacing of his heart.

"It's okay, honey. I'm here. You're okay. It's just a storm."

He whispers soft words of comfort and you shake your head against his chest, looking up at him again, placing a hand on his face, his skin is still glistening with the rain that he'd encountered.

"I was worried about you." That's all you say as the rest of your words get stuck on the lump you feel at the back of your throat. His expression softens and he covers your hand with his, keeping it against his cheek.

"I'm safe and I'm here with you. You no longer have to be worried or scared." He smiles at you with pure fondness and you feel your heart fill with joy. You couldn't help it, he had a way of making you feel full. In every sense of the word. You felt so consumed with emotions that you could no longer keep it caged in. The truth didn't beg its way out, it tore itself to freedom before you could do anything about it.

"I love you so much, Sehun." Your voice was barely a whisper, but he heard you. You knew because his eyes drew closed into the shape of half crescent moons as his smile widened.

His hand leaves yours, and you miss the warmth of its contact immediately. You don't have enough time to feel its absence because the next thing you know, he is cupping your face with both palms, inching closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes for a second and open them up to meet his gaze.

"I love you too." The words came out with a rush of relief and you can't help but smile up at him.

Still smiling at you, his eyes study your face long enough for you to feel heat spread over your face in the form of a blush. This makes his grin wider.

"God, I am so in love with you," he says. He follows this with a soft kiss on your lips. "Thank you." He repeats the words again and you giggle as another kiss is gifted to you. Before he can pull away again to speak, you link your hands around his neck and pull his face close to you. He doesn't try to pull back, instead he meets your mouth with his without hesitation. You can feel his love through that kiss. The way it felt like falling in love with Sehun was the way he kissed as well. Its tempo was slow, the pressure gentle, his tongue patient but persistent in the tug of war that brought forth a sigh of contentment from your very soul.

He continues kissing you, the motions that started light and sweet, slowly becoming deeper and more passionate. Without unlinking your mouths, his hands travel from your face down to your shoulders and continue their path down your back. His touch on your bare skin, where his fingers find the hem of your shirt, is warm. He doesn't take the clothing garment off. After all this time, he still never assumes he can do anything in regards to your body without permission or unless you start it first. You loved that about him.

After being with guys who thought they owned you and your body because you were in a relationship with them, him respecting you this way was something that you thought you could never get accustomed to. But also something that you now expect only because it's Sehun and this is his way of loving you.

You nod your head in consent and you feel as he maneuvers his hand under the fabric, pulling the shirt up slowly as his touch leaves a trail of warmth on its path up your spine. His mouth leaves yours for exactly three seconds as he helps you pull the cloth over your head and throws it on the floor. His mouth covers yours again in an even more fervent kiss, pushing you back until you were laying down on the couch.

He loved you then. His skin against yours, joined in every way bodies, hearts and souls could. He loved every inch of you that you allowed. He reveled in your love for him as well. In the mist of breathless words and trembling limbs, you felt overwhelmed with everything that you shared with Sehun. Swiftly a passing thought nagged at you. How could you have ever loved someone before him? How could you have ever thought to love anybody else? No guy before him and no guy after him could love you this way.  Or you him.

Outside of the living room window, rain poured from the skies, like a blanket covering the lands. Lightning lit up the dark clouds in a grandiose display of brightness. Thunder rumbled loud and unforgiving. And with it came an epiphany; Sehun and only Sehun could make you forget that you were afraid of storms.

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A/N: I am so soft. Don’t mind me. 

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