#all i gotta say is that if you wanna call yourself the male version of venus your tiddies gotta be out. sorry its non negotiable

[joonggphilia]

☼ Help Me ☼ (Kwak jsk)

☼pairing: Gaon X Male reader ☼prompt: “If we get caught, I'm blaming you, just so we’re clear.” ☼genre: smut ☼CW: needy jiseok <3, fingering, semi-public ☼a/n: First fic of the collab!

Read jaemmphilia’s version here <3

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You slowly opened the door to the band practice room, peeking inside. You were immediately met with open arms and a loud voice. “Baby! I didn’t think you were actually gonna come when I called you.” Gaon, your boyfriend, cooed as he pulled you into the room and shut the door. “Why wouldn’t I come? You literally called me saying it was the most urgent emergency ever.” You sighed, looking around the room to find no emergency in sight. “Well….about that.” He chuckled, his eyes looking everywhere, but yours. “I gotta write a song. I’ve got no inspiration. I’m horny. You can help with all of that right?” He finished. Silence filled the room for a second as both of you looked at each other blankly. “What is wrong with you. Yes, I can help, but this isn’t an emergency.” You scowled. “It absolutely issss!” Gaon whined, childishly. “Now come sit on my lap.” He sneered, pulling you to his desk. You were quite shocked by his actions, but you complied. He sat down on his office chair, desk covered in papers, empty energy drinks, and now he had you on his lap. “Where do we need to start?” You asked quietly, feeling something hard poke your backside. “I know where I wanna start.” Gaon mumbled, his face now tucked in your neck. It was sweet and innocent until you felt his perky dick again and his warm tongue on your neck. “Shit, jiseok. Not here.” You breathed out as you felt your boyfriend grind up against your ass. “M/n, your hard and so am I. I think we can do it here. I know you want to.” He spoke up, his head thrown back as he continued to rock his hips up. “F-fine. If we get caught, I’m blaming you, just so we’re clear.” You groaned, admitting defeat. “Perfect. Take your pants off.” Gaon chirped, getting to the point in an oddly…..cheery way. “Gaon-“ you stared “please m/n. I need you.” He begged, his voice was shaky and airy. That was your breaking point, he asked so nicely. You untied your sweat pants and dropped them to your ankles, letting the cold air hit your legs. Gaon immediately pushed you up against his desk, his stomach leaning on your back. “You need prep? Or did you already? It’s whatever, I’ll help my pretty boyfriend.” He spoke fast, not allowing you to deny him. “W-waiT!” You squeaked as two fingers plunged into your hole. Gaon moved at a comfy speed, in and out, searching for that spot. He curled both digits searching a bit deep, causing you to let out a dramatic gasp. “Bingo!” Gaon laughed as he used has hands to poke and prod at that spot. “G-gaon! Enough!” You whined, his fingers teasing you. “Enough? Babe, I thought you were ok with this. You were gonna help me?” Gaon asked innocently, while adding another finger and moving faster. “N-no, I just, need it now.” You groaned as he pulled his fingers out. He didn’t respond to you, but the sound of his zipper unzipping was conformation. You let out a sigh of relief and adjusted yourself on his desk. “Nope. Your gonna sit on my lap…..or my little friend here, and help me write this song!” He laughed, sitting back down on his office chair. He received an eye roll, but you still obeyed. You made eye contact with him as you slid down onto his dick. Gaon couldn’t help but smile at you face as it twisted into focus as you adjusted yourself. “Ready.” You rasped, as he bottomed out. Gaon stayed still, letting you adjust a bit to the sudden change, You began to move up and down slowly, gaon’s breath hitching and a small chuckle escaping from his lips. He leaned away from his desk and grabbed your hips, leading you up and down. His grip was practically bruising as he sped up. “This is so good. Cmon just a little more M/n” he mumbled into your neck, picking up the pace even faster. “Q-quiet down.” You whined, getting closer to your climax. Gaon of course didn’t listen, only going harder and getting louder. He came inside of you, triggering your own orgasm.. “I told you we wouldn’t get caught.” Gaon snickered, but a knock sounded on the door. “Hey Jiseok, you good in there?”

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[sanstropfremir]

Have you seen SF9’s new comeback from today yet? As a kingdom watcher, my two takeaways were:

- They’re never going to let the male Venus reference die like it should

- I am waiting with bated breath for the live stages because Taeyang is going to destroy us all and it will be excellent

i waited until there where some live stages before answering this because i wanted to see what the deal was with the chair choreo and all i can say is we got chairbaited SO hard i am SO disappointed!!!

ok i'm not actually disappointed by the whole comeback, but the lack of extensive chair choreo is my biggest complaint, so might as well start off with that. my other complaint is that i don't like how zuho constantly fucks up the rhythm of the song i've never liked it and i agree they gotta take that line to a farm upstate posthaste. hanya's going to try and snipe me for that opinion but i'm standing by it.

in general i really like this comeback; sf9 has been really out for blood since the end of kingdom and it has been so satisfying to watch. i'm really happy to see them take my advice (i know they didn't actually because there's no way anyone important is reading my blog) and not let their disappointing kingdom finish bring them down, because the revenge of teardrop and trauma have been one of my fave underdog stories this year. personally i like teardrop more because i like the song better and the mv is one the best of 2021, there are still a lot of good things about trauma and i'm having a blast watching the stages.

firstly, there's a lot of really quality pieces in the styling, and the method is less 'same but different matching boy band' and more 'statement pieces that all fit together' which is very reminiscent of their stealer stage styling. i don't think this observation will ultimately hold true depending on how many music show performances they do, but pulling purely from the mv and the three (four?) stages we've seen so far, there's been some really good singular garments. jaeyoon's cardigan, hwiyoung's cowhide jacket, taeyang's zippered trench and studded pants, inseong's leather jacket from the inkigayo stage yesterday, youngbin's sneaky crop top; these are all really good statement pieces and i personally prefer this type of styling than a more traditional uniform boy band look, which is what teardrop dipped a little bit more into. sf9 is probably one of the hardest groups to style because 1) these are some big n tall boys, and 2) they've settled into a particular niche that doesn't allow a huge amount of flexibility in terms of cuts; they're kinda stuck to 'traditionally masculine' garments. it would be nice to see them branch back out into something more experimental like rpm, but i don't know how many comebacks they have left as a full group before the enlistment wave hits.

another thing i found interesting in the mv is the amount of animal imagery. there's several instances of peacocks (beind the bar and in the restaurant area, the mirror in zuho's scene), plus all the animal print (cowhide, black leopard, zebra, snake, plus the feathers, the fur coat, the birdcages, and inseong's jacket in the hallway has a very similar pattern to chinchilla fur). the hides of all these animals are associated with the production of furniture and clothing, and since many of them are not native to sk (or the west), they are also associated with captivity, as captive is the only way that some of us have seen these creatures. it's a nice nod feelings of captivity within the lyrics.

another fun bit from the set design that i want to point out is the hydrangeas:

blue hydrangeas are generally associated with apology in the east, but interestingly hydrangeas in general in victorian floriography mean vanity, boastfulness, heartlessness, and dispassion, as well as the phrase 'you are cold'. i doubt the latter meanings were intentional, but they do fit the theme. also, hydrangeas require the soil to be very acidic in order for the colour to change to blue, and their leaves have low levels of cyanide.

as for the choreo, i'm bitter about them not using the chairs the whole time because when they do use the chairs it's so good. those opening images with the chairs overturned on the floor and then being lifted up? phenomenal. and then bringing them back only to pantomime fucking them? incredible choices. i love that they barely use the chairs as actual chairs. i want more. i'm more ambivalent on the non-chair choreo, obviously it's sexy and i'm very here for all the centre jaeyoon moments, but there are also a few choices that i don't love. at points it's a little bit too literal, and it feels a bit like the choreographic transitions don't match the line distribution as well as it could. it's not that big of an issue in the grand scheme of things, really the biggest flaw is that they put rowoon right next to taeyang for the chorus, and that makes it supremely obvious who is the better dancer. i rarely notice rowoon unless he's got lines in other sf9 stages because they (rightfully) tend to keep him out of the front for dance, but i don't know why they did this to him this time. one of the first stages i watched he was late on one of the moves and now it's all i notice.

final verdict: good song, good comeback, good way for sf9 to round out the year that started off not so great for them.

[kpostedsum]

daddy issues; D.M

summary: you and draco bond over issues in 6th year

word count: 2.4k

warnings: err angst, comfort, illusions to sex

song: daddy issues (the remix) - the neighbourhood

a/n: i tried not to make it stereotypical bc i didn’t wanna make it seem all “i like older men lol”, probably my fav fic i’ve written, also arent these anime gifs so cute

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Take you like a drug

I taste you on my tongue

Tongues battling for dominance, bodies rubbing against each other searching for a feeling. It’s become routine now, a different person in your dorm swallowing a new pill, entangling limbs with someone just to feel something.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

It was a constant cycle, putting yourself out there seeking the male attention you crave, seeking validation, constant reassurance and trusting too easily. That’s how you ended up with a different guy who always in the end leaves. You trusted too easily and people took advantage of how trusting and naive you are just for a quick shag.

You wished it wasn’t like this but that’s all you knew, wanting to be the best version of yourself for someone just to feel needed, no matter if the person was good or bad for you. You didn’t care, you wanted love from anyone you could get it from even if it just hurt you more.

You’re familiar with the absence, something stable made you feel a bit wary. It wasn’t something you were used to. Your father wasn’t the most present in your life, and even though he's there, he's never really there.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

You always wondered where you went wrong, he preferred your siblings over you and doesn't pay you a piece of his mind. Constantly going out of your way to get his attention whether it was academically or acting a certain way just to get some sort of reaction. But he was too preoccupied with his other children, even if they were from your mom or his affairs.

That’s how you found yourself right now sitting in the astronomy tower past curfew watching the rain fall, trying to clear your head while humming softly to yourself to keep yourself distracted.

You hear distant chattering from below and quickly get up from where you were sitting and make your way to your dorm unnoticed by anyone.

Except one person, Draco Malfoy.

I tried to write your name in the rain

But the rain never came

So I made with the sun

The shade

Always comes at the worst time

He’s seen you before, you’re known around Hogwarts for how you put yourself out there and how ‘desperate’ you are for some affection. He almost feels bad for you, but he’s in no place to judge. With his dad in Azkaban Draco had so much more to worry about, like his task and how he can succeed. But there was something about you that intrigued him that he couldn't ignore.

He saw you again in transfiguration the next day and noticed a few hickeys littering your neck that you had tried to cover but it didn’t work. He wondered why you gave yourself up to so many people, but once again he was in no place to judge. He noticed the way your tongue would stick out when you focused extra hard, the way your hands would tighten around your quill when you got a question wrong and your face.

The same face that many boys including the older years would fawn over, the face that entranced and attracted many, the face of someone who would do anything for someone for some affection and the face of someone who seeked out all the wrong things.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

You walk out of transfiguration on your way to the owlery to send a letter to your parents and feel eyes watching you everywhere. You like it, the attention, it’s something that you thrived in, but you couldn’t help but feel a new set of eyes on you.

Once you reached the owlery you realized you weren't the only one there, Draco Malfoy was also there sending a letter to who you assumed was his mother.

“y/n, right?” he asked, trying to spark a conversation.

“Yea, listen i’m sorry about what happened with your father i know you really looked up--”

“Dont worry about it, he wasn’t as good an influence as I made him out to be,” he sighed, looking away.

“My dad isn’t the best either if i’m being honest, i guess we’re in the same boat” you let out a light chuckle.

And that’s how you found yourself hanging out with draco malfoy bonding over your shared issues.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues

It’s been weeks since you two started hanging out since the interaction in the owlery and have been getting closer ever since. You both sat down together in the astronomy tower, backed against the wall as the cool wind blew against your faces. The aura between you two was calm, a comfortable silence.

“So tell me about your dad, how is it with him in Azkaban?” you asked, tilting your head towards him.

“Mother’s not taking it well” he frowned. “I can’t even say potter’s wrong for getting him locked up because he deserves it. All my life he praised the dark lord and taught me to be selfish and always defend my blood, but he was never there for me when I needed him. I would have done everything just to hear ‘i’m proud of you’ but it never came. It’s worse now because mother’s all alone. I wish I could have stayed with her” he sighed looking out the tower watching the stars twinkle.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been much quieter this year as well, you stopped making fun of people. It’s not that nice on the receiving end huh?” you said with a teasing look on your face.

He shook his head at you scooting closer to you, it’s like the demeanor between you two have changed over the past few weeks. You found yourself pining over him rather than being in someone's bed. But this is how the cycle always goes, you get attached and they leave, you couldn’t help but hope this wasn’t the situation this time.

“Tell me about your father”

Daddy stuck around but he wasn't present

Cheated on your mom but she never left him

First I didn't get it, now I understand

He broke her heart, left money in her hand

So everything got paid for

She made sure you and your brother had way more

Than she ever had growing up

And when you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up

“ I don't know if i’d even call him my father at this point, he doesn't want me.” you sighed. “He's been cheating on my mum for years now and she still won't leave him because she thinks they can work it out. He’s had affairs with different pureblood women and has children with them. But what hurts the most is how he treats them as his own children and treats me as if I don't exist” you said, looking down as tears pooled your eyes.

Draco moved closer to you and brought his arm around your shoulders for a sense of comfort and waited for you to catch your breath so you can continue.

“I just want him to love me” you cried. “I go out my way to try and get his attention with my school work but it never works. That's why I get along with so many guys. I seek the validation, the comfort and the reassurance that I can get from him from others and I am so tired of it. I just want him to want me draco.” tears slipping out your eyes as you looked up at him, you’ve never confessed this to anyone before.

“Everyone always leaves, please don't leave me” you cried

“I’m not going anywhere” he turned his face towards you, leaning forward cautiously as if you were made of glass.

You leaned forward, wanting the exact same thing. Both very hesitant he gently pressed his soft lips against yours and they moved together in sequence, only taking a break to go back to his dorm and to breathe, limbs tangled together for the rest of the night until the sun rose.

I can see it on your face it was rough left a bad taste on your tongue

And she didn't even take any drug

She would rain all day

Couldn't wait for her son to shine

And you made it shine

There when she cried, you saved her life

It's been a week since that night in the astronomy tower and draco had already been avoiding you. It’s humiliating, but you should have known. You thought the ‘bond’ you had with him would last, it felt so genuine this time. So real.

You’d see him around the halls snogging pansy on your way back to the ravenclaw tower, lowering your head down so he wouldn’t be able to see you so you could get by quickly and unnoticed.

But he saw you.

He stared you right down in your teary eyes as he made out with pansy. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal, for someone who promised he wouldn’t leave you like everyone else, he did the exact same.

You did the only thing you knew of, you ran.

I keep on trying to let you go

I'm dying to let you know

How I'm getting on

I didn't cry when you left at first

But now that you're dead it hurts

This time I gotta know

Where did my daddy go?

I'm not entirely here

Half of me has disappeared

Draco followed you to the girls lavatory, hearing your shallow cries coming from one of the stalls. He approached the stall you were in trying not to make too much noise so he doesn't startle you.

He felt awful.

He promised he would never leave you, after you both poured your hearts out to each other but he still left. He had too, he was putting you in danger just by being with him. If Voldemort ever found out about you and hurt you he wouldn't be able to live with himself, that's why he took it upon himself to hurt you first.

“y/n are you in here?” he called out even though he knew the answer.

You recognized that familiar voice anywhere. “What do you want draco?” you said, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t just crying.

“I want to talk to you, please”

“No,” you said getting up and pushing yourself out of the stall. “You don't get to just throw me away after I told you everything and just come back into my life like nothing ever happened. Just go away, that's all you guys are good for” you spat.

“Just listen to me, it was to keep you safe. I didn;t want to but i couldn't bear seeing you hurt” he tried to explain.

“Safe?” you laughed. “ and what exactly do i need saving from, malfoy.”

“From me” he said as he pulled up his sleeve revealing his dark mark to you. Your body instantly tensed, you knew he was having problems and his family was involved with the dark lord but you never knew it was like this.

“Draco i-” you tried to say something but the words were stuck in your throat. He stood there looking at you desperately like he was waiting for you to tell him everything was okay, you wanted to be there for him but you didn’t know what to do. You trusted him with everything but he couldn't trust you with this? You thought the bond you had made would have made him trust you in the slightest, but clearly it's always you who’s more trusting.

“Why didn't you tell me?” you managed to say, your voice hoarse.

“I thought you’d leave me, you were the only good thing i had. Please don't leave me” he begged, salty tears escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks as he looked at you with desperation.

“So you thought pushing me away by snogging pansy was better?” you yelled, as he continued to look at you slightly taken aback by your lashing out.

“You know what, go ahead and cry little boy. You know that your daddy did too, you know what your mama went through. You gotta let it out soon, just let it out” you taunted walking closer to him looking straight into his teary eyes.

“This time I'll be the one that leaves.” and with that you were gone.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

It’s been months since that night in the girls lavatory, and you missed him. You wanted to visit him in the hospital wing once you heard what happened with Harry Potter, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. He left you, and you were tired of always going back to people who just hurt you.

Now here you were at the battle of Hogwarts, standing with everyone while Voldemort and his death eaters stood across from you all.

“Draco, draco come here” you heard narcissa call from across the scene. He looked hesitant, as if he was waiting for someone to stop him but no one did. So he started walking over to his parents.

But you grabbed his hand.

“Stay please” you whispered looking up into his eyes.

He looked back at his parents and back at you like he was contemplating his answer.

“I’ll stay”

If you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

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[sugar-petals]

SuperM Fluff & NSFW Notes

↳ 🌹aka some of their romantic antics plus random 18+ imagines 👋

warnings ⚠️ rated (super) m, boyfriends hc, porn mentions, partial fem!reader, sex toys

FLUFF

since baekhyun knows how to make scented candles, he creates one for you as a birthday present with your favorite fragrances.

every entry in mark’s diary involves fond thoughts about you.

taemin kisses you more than his cat kkoongie on a daily basis so let that sink in. his smooch obsession is getting out of hand.

lucas, having giant fingers after all, learns how to knit in order to make you a warm scarf. he’s still a bit clumsy with it and had to call kun for advice, but the result is surprisingly proper and quickly becomes your favorite item. it’s a little huge but well, he thinks in his dimensions. lucas’ next project is a beanie.

ten overwhelms you with pet names. in fact, he seemingly seems to come up with a new one each day.

kai is a candlelight dinner, rose petals and music kinda guy. he does every old-school thing in the book.

taeyong can cuddle endlessly in bed. he just doesn’t wanna leave.

lucas gladly shares his sweaters. they’re ginormous so, perfect cuddle material.

baekhyun is already a fool. so — when he falls in love, he becomes an even bigger fool. or, the contrary happens: he becomes dead silent around his partner because he’s so enthralled. he can take this more seriously than you think.

mark likes to write little cards and many many texts to express his love.

lucas is the type who can help you put on your jeans when they were shrinking a bit too much in the dryer. he’s pretty sexy like that and things can get really touchy.

cheesy fucking kai, and there’s only one guy who would do this, has actually lowered himself over a puddle once so you would have a bridge. brushed it off like a daily workout rep.

not one shower missed without baekhyun joining you. yes, it’s not always sexy time, he likes it when you shampoo his hair and whisper sweet nothings. and obviously: it’ll all devolve to a laughing fit.

taeyong is the type who wants to be proposed to.

taemin will get a motorcycle license and take you for a frequent ride. he loves getting those kind of back hugs.

both ten and lucas are great at making bracelets. wayv’s dorm is fully equipped with charms, strings, and pearls, so expect matching ones for you.

we’ve seen it, that one’s his favorite move. kai wraps his hand around your shoulder when you walk together.

mark will ALWAYS share his melon.

making you swoon on a DVD evening is lucas’ favorite hobby. he will buy you the most sugary-sweet romance movies. he will often browse streaming sites to select the latest sentimental plots. all these dramas seem to have a male lead who is suspiciously tall and lanky.

if you allow him, taeyong customizes your white tees with his cute drawings.

since taemin swims in money thanks to his profession as the god of kpop (yes, this is a registered job name because i say so), he can fulfill you any wish. he’s stingy and pouty when the shinee hyungs can pay, and the motherfucker baekhyun is even richer since his albums have been taking off so he opens his mochi wallet when superm is gathered, but you... are a different case. taemin will humbly empty his entire pockets when he overhears you gushing over something. there’s a voice in his mind going: must splurge!!

mark loves christmas, you establish an annual tradition to stage a whole couple evening.

baekhyun likes to play charades and especially do karaoke with you. he’s always cutely wiggling his butt and dances like a drunk uncle. he hits the high notes anyway and makes sure you score 100 points.

taeyong can make out with you while at the same time making sure that the milk doesn’t get burned on the stove. kiss’n’stirr multitask tyong alert. gotta make sure the cocoa is served in time, you know.

all the members enjoy playing board games. yep, imagine the fun and sheer chaos.

lucas has the funniest laugh ever indeed. he’ll react to all your jokes, no matter how lame they might be. intensely reassuring.

taemin’s hand is basically glued to yours.

taeyong and mark are the kinds of boyfriends that spoil their partner with skincare. fancy a nice face massage with a nice fragrant oil?

baekhyun has been baking heart-shaped pizzas ever since you started dating. he just can’t make them round anymore.

mark will join you on anything you’re currently bingewatching. 

kai sometimes — only half-jokingly — goes down on both knees bowing forward with his hands on the ground just to show how much he wants to thank you. in case you didn’t notice: this guy treats you like a deity.

ten usually gets confused glances from the other members whenever he gets the current date wrong: he simply loses track of time with you.

lucas makes a habit of buying you flowers every other week. but on unpredictable occasions, and he arranges them in places you’d never expect.

taemin will build you a weird-looking snowman to make you laugh, and give it an even stranger name. ten will build one that looks like you. kai doesn’t build snowmen, he just stands there challenging you to throw snow balls at him.

mark will hang out with you at the beach constantly bringing his guitar. he’ll serenade you all the time.

returning from three months of touring, baekhyun has once climbed your balcony when your parents were in the other room. yep, he was that desperate to see you. somebody give this man a rope and helmet.

taeyong writes down heartfelt confessions on 365 folded slips of paper so you can open one every day. your reactions will range from ‘awwh!’ to straight-up tears.

ten does regular couple yoga with you. a mildly challenging form, not the circus acrobat version. he’ll do the difficult parts anyway. you can pretzel this guy up, he’ll do anything to make you laugh.

when it rains you hook your arm around his, and lucas always holds the umbrella. even the wildest gush of wind can’t make it turn inside out. you arrive home entirely dry. xuxi is so cute, he’s also a great source of cooling shadow in the summer without even trying.

taemin’s skinship overdrive doesn’t stop with endless hand-holding, back hugs and kisses. he wants to lay down in your lap whenever he can. he looks damn pretty with his hair splaying there. if you work on your laptop, you can pretty much count to ten and he’s already nestled there.

kai does pushups with you on his back. it’s a staple. each time he does one, he says ‘i love you’. he increases his count every day.

NSFW

it’s no secret that taeyong is great at acting or pulling off any outfit and costume. expect roleplay of the finest kind — literally. he looks good in a firefighter uniform. you’ll be burning up pretty much automatically.

taemin can’t keep his tongue in. it’s terrible. he’s always in the mood for head. his sloppy noises are the absolute worst, it turns you on way too fast.

lucas had some major problems finding condoms that fit him.

ten and taemin are so switchy, they have an unresolved power struggle going on. begs for a dominant third party to help them out.

kai owns expensive latex gear.

baekhyun may be the king of vocals and breath technique, but if you push him far enough he does get hoarse.

taemin often jokes how kai will one day break his dick from fucking too hard.

meanwhile, mark’s dick is already falling off – from fucking too often. this guy has some major hormones going for him. no surprise, a guy who can promote in four kpop groups at the same time is a stamina king.

taeyong likes eating pussy with another party involved. three’s a crowd my friend. sometimes it’s taemin who unleashes his spit waterfall power, sometimes it’s baekhyun who preoccupies himself with nibbling at the inner thigh while taeyong digs in.

taemin owns the most underwear.

mark takes valerian drops because he is so nervous in bed. it never really goes away, it’s his nature.

taeyong keeps a lube collection. a different flavor for all occasions. he likes associating certain scents with specific body parts.

kai has a heels kink. he literally goes wild over it.

taemin likes to have sex with favorite glasses on.

taeyong and kai are the most likely to cry during sex. baekhyun as well if you rough him up enough. 

mark gets rock hard the fastest, followed by kai. he’s a grower.

taeyong gets the best inspiration for a song when he gets a casual dick riding.

taemin watches extremely x-rated erotic thrillers and bdsm flicks that are heavy on the plot. he gets more invested in the characters and actors than you think. since his japanese is amazing? of course he also owns a giant 90s hentai collection. 

when he’s jerking off, baekhyun chokes himself. a) because he’d make too much noise otherwise and b) because asphyxiation is his favorite thing.

kai feels pleasure in his every cell. he cums the hardest. and, as you can expect, his body expresses it the most extremely, accurately, passionately. if you’ve seen it even once, you’ll never look at him the same again.

taemin has less experience than his discography claims, but more than you’d think. he researches sexual techniques as well. you can brace yourself.

mark has not just a tiger inside, but a freak inside, waiting to be unleashed.

sex while gaming is a go-to activity for baekhyun.

lucas has the best stamina when it comes to getting head.

taemin throws his head back during sex. and no, he doesn’t T-pose. i’m kidding — of course he does. but only when he’s on his back.

taeyong tends to grip a pillow when he cums.

or he humps one when he’s by himself.

ten has the best taste in sexy time playlists.

baekhyun has the best taste in singing his own playlist along.

oh, the things kai has bought at a gas station at 3AM.

baekhyun sucks strap the best. he can open his mouth the widest, drools a lot, and makes the best noises unsurprisingly.

how to turn on lee taemin? he likes getting slapped.

since he’s the most avid and most diverse eater, lucas’ sperm tastes the best. he’s shove 50 fruits into his system just to give you a sweet experience.

mark is absolutely a starfish. 

kai wears fishnet tops if you fancy it.

curiously, baekhyun out of all people doesn’t announce when he’s cumming. you’ll hear it, though.

taeyong’s dildo collection is one for the books.

taemin has visited a pro dominatrix a couple times. needless to say, he was the #1 favorite client at the dungeon. having fully submerged into a fantasy world, taemin was one whip crack away from falling in love with the mistress. but then covid happened and the venue closed.

mark’s dick looks really pretty.

taemin can grind on the strap at every humanly possible angle. he’s almost always ready to take it. he carries a prep kit.

kai — that fucker — knows how to make you wet the most with his bare hands. prepare for the thigh ride of your life, too.

taeyong, baekhyun, and taemin have the best arches. kai is coming for the top three as well. ten’s arch is so good, it can’t be considered one anymore.

baekhyun knows every adult movie out there. theoretically, nothing can shock him. in reality, he melts in your hands.

taeyong is so sexually active with you, he has quit eating garlic.

kai will exploit your muscle kink in any way he can.

taemin, being a devil, has that one button on his phone that he can press when you go out for dinner. he’s OBSESSED with getting you off. once you head home, it’s basically running down your thighs.

ten has once opened a condom with scissors to scare away a date that grew weird on him by the time it got to the do.

lucas is too tall for doing missionary normally.

this will surprise nobody: mark is great at constantly keeping up the dirty talk.

baekhyun’s car is sort of like a brothel on wheels. he can’t count how many times he got down and dirty in there. he cleans it all up by himself.

kai can technically grip you the hardest but he’s the gentlest and great at caressing the whole body.

taemin has the easiest time saying what precisely he wants. he is also the best people reader — most your wishes he can pretty intuit. taemin observes your interests well.

ten likes his hair pulled and makes angelic noises when you do so.

baekhyun likes camgirls and erotic chats with strangers online. he spends a lot of money for nsfw internet encounters.

[kaunis-sielu]

A Favor

“Auntie!” Anya says the second you answer your phone, “I need your help!”

“What’s wrong?” You’d learned quickly that her version of an emergency and yours were very different.

“My principal wants to talk to my parents!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m sick of Ted Cramer being a bully so I punched him.”

“Okay, so why are you calling me?”

“My parents are out on a mission!”

“Oh.” Keeping who Anya’s parents are a secret is the only thing keeping her in normal school, which was something both agents had wanted for their daughter. “I’ll grab one of your uncles and come in.”

“Not uncle Bucky okay?”

“Why not?”

“Um, last time he was here the principal called him a terror or something and uncle Bucky got really sad.”

“Okay, not Bucky. Are you in the office now honey?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell the principal we’ll be there soon.”

“Um, could you just say you’re my parents? They haven’t met them and you don’t travel as much as my parents do, and you look a lot like me. Since you work behind the scenes people won’t know.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please!” She begs, “otherwise they’re just gonna demand my parents come in and then they’re gonna be recognized and I’ll have to leave all my friends!” She sounds so upset that you cave,

“Okay fine.”

“Thank you! Okay I gotta go, I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon honey.” You hang up then and grab your purse to head out and find one of the boys. You know that Bucky, Steve, Scott and Bruce are all home. Bucky is already out and you don’t think Scott is around enough to be a good Clint substitute. You round one of the corners and nearly crash into Steve, “ah!” You cry startled at the sudden appearance of the Captain.

“Sorry, you okay?” He asks and you nod.

“Hey, I need a favor. Well, actually Anya needs a favor.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yea, just in trouble and needs two people to come to the school.”

“Let me get changed.” You haven’t told him all the information yet but he’s already ready to jump in and help Anya. It’s one of the reasons you adore the man, always ready to help his family.

“Oh, okay I’ll meet you downstairs?” He nods then disappears into his room, you make your way down to one of the cars and as you’re walking up he appears out of the stairwell. He’s in a black shirt, jeans and a grey jacket that either belongs to him, Sam or Bucky, you’ve seen all three men wear it so you’re not sure who it belongs to.

“You want me to drive or do you wanna?” He asks and you pull open the passenger side door in response. “Alright.” He chuckles then gets into the car and heads for Anya’s school.

“So just a heads up she’s asked me to pretend to be Natasha, well actually Natalie Rushman.”

“Why?”

“Nat and Clint are gone so often and since I don’t go out on missions to fight I’m home more than anyone. If Anya needs someone to come in again I’m the best option, I’m not a familiar Avenger. You might be more of a problem, having to explain how I know Captain America.”

“I wear a mask and I’ve got my undercover hat in the back.” He tells you with a grin and you laugh softly.

“Alright, if asked I’ll just say I work for Stark.” You say as he pulls into the parking lot. You climb out of the car and make your way into the school, Steve’s hat is low and somehow it does make him look less like Captain America and more like suburban dad.

“Hi, how can I help you?” The woman sitting at the front desk asks, it was too easy to get into the school, you glance up at Steve and see a small frown on his face. He must be thinking the same thing.

“Hi-“

“Mom! Dad!” Anya cries rushing you and Steve who you share a surprised look with Steve as Anya wraps her arms around your waist and buried her face in your stomach.

“You must be Anya’s parents, I’ll let Principal Decker know you’re here.”

“Thank you.” You tell her and the second she turns away you conjure rings for your and Steve’s fingers.

“Good thinkin’ Sweetheart.” He mutters into your hair.

“Anya, can you tell us a little more about why we were called in here?”

“Ted Cramer wouldn’t leave me alone, he keeps pulling my hair and poking my side and taking my stuff. When I told Mr. Sanders he just told me to ignore it so when Ted grabbed me at recess I punched him.” She looks up at you and that’s when you see the forming bruise around her eye.

“Anya who hit you?” Steve asks, his voice low.

“Nick Sanders. He’s best friends with Ted.”

“So why are you the only one in the office?” You ask, irritation building.

“Because the boys are in with the nurse.” A male voice says and you look up to see a man in a suit standing in front of you. “You must be Mr. and Mrs. Rushman. Principal Decker.” He reaches a hand out for Steve’s and he shakes it coldly.

“Bradley actually, Clark Bradley. My wife kept her last name and since she did all the work we decided to give Anya her last name.”

“My apologies, let’s move this to my office?” He offers and when he goes to touch you to guide you into his office you shy away, Steve wraps a protective arm around your shoulder and when Principal Decker gestures for you to sit Steve stands behind your chair arms folded tightly.

“So you’ve called the other children’s parents?” You ask hoping that he isn’t going to disappoint you but considering he’s already pretty much ignored you you don’t have a whole lot of hope.

“Considering Anya is the one who started the fight we’re a little more concerned with dealing with her behavior first.”

“That’s not the story we heard.” You tell him, glancing over at Anya who looks furious.

“Well, you can’t always believe everything children say.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says through gritted teeth, “did you just call our daughter a liar?”

“No, no, I just think it’s unwise to just assume you’re getting the whole story.”

“I told them the whole story!”

“Anya if you can’t be respectful then I’m going to ask you to sit in the office.” Principal Decker warns and she folds her arms tightly over her chest, that’s when you notice the rip in her shirt.

“Anya, turn around please.” You tell her and there’s a large tear in the back of her shirt. “Did this happen when you were defending yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Fighting Mrs. Rushman.” Principal Decker interrupts.

“Maybe Anya should go out into the hallway.” Steve growls and you reach behind you to take his hand.

“No,” you counter, “Anya needs to be here to hear this just as much as Principal Decker does.” Your voice is steady, calm, “we have taught Anya to defend herself if someone has touched her when she has asked them not to. Ted Cramer has been an issues all school year, I know because I’ve already emailed Mr. Sanders about it.” Not a lie, as her godmother Natasha has you in their parent email so that you can step in if needed. He opens his mouth to speak but you hold up a hand, “I am not finished.” His mouth closes again, “We won’t be pressing charges against the school for allowing sexual harassment to continue,”

“Sexual harassment? Hold on a minute, they’re 10!”

“He has been pulling her hair, touching her and taking her things all year.”

“Little boys do that when they like little girls! He just has a crush.”

“I see you’re married Principal Decker,” You say gesturing at his ring, “do you poke your wife? Do you pick on her? Take her things? Touch her when she asks you to stop? Because if you do you’re an abuser.” His mouth drops open. “Am I pleased that Anya felt her only course of action was to hit someone to get them to leave her alone? No, I’m furious that her teacher and principal did not listen to her and made her feel like she had to defend herself. Now, how long will she be out of school? My husband and I have jobs to do and frankly you’re an ass.”

“Mrs. Rushman!” He sputters but you stand and hold out a hand for Anya’s.

“How long Principal Decker?”

“Three days.”

“Very well. Anya go get your things.” You turn then and make your way out of the principal’s office Steve behind you.

“Damn Sweetheart.” He mutters and you give his hand a little squeeze. Then he disappears with Anya to gather her things. You head out for the car, leaning against the sleek black thing in the sunshine. Hopefully Clint and Nat won’t be too upset with how you and Steve handled this.

“You! Are you that little Rushman bitch’s mom?”

“Excuse me?” You ask standing up straight as a woman comes storming toward you.

“You heard me. I’m gonna kick your ass.” She takes a swing at you that you see coming a mile away. You duck under her arm, step behind her and throw and elbow into her shoulder blade throwing her off balance. She stumbles forward and you turn to face her again as she whips around.

“My daughter took on three boys and only had a black eye and a ripped shirt. Where do you think she learned to fight?” You ask calmly as the woman rushes you again, you wait and shove her away as you sidestep her again she goes stumbling. Technically it was Natasha but the woman doesn’t need to know that. This time when she rushes you you don’t move, instead you catch her arm and spin her into the car pinning her against the hood.

“Mom?”

“Hi Anya. Clark.”

“Everything alright here Sweetheart?”

“Yea, this is one of the boys mom. She doesn’t seem pleased with how we decided to raise our daughter to not be a passive little thing who lets boys do whatever they want.”

“Fuck you!” The woman screams and you twist her arm painfully.

“Language. You’re at an elementary school.” You say coolly, “Anya honey get in the car please.”

“Anything you need from me Sweetheart?”

“Mm, her husband doesn’t seem too pleased.”

“Let go of my wife you fucking bitch!” He roars his truck squealing to a stop behind your car. He comes bolting out of the car and Steve sighs.

“Honestly. Who do they think taught our kid to kick ass?” Steve grumbles placing himself between you and the large tatted man.

“He’s gonna kill you!” His wife says from where you still have her pinned to your car.

“Friday, are police on their way?” You ask your watch.

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” You say before a loud crash happens behind you.

“I told you to calm down.” Steve says and when you glance behind you you see the other man groaning against his car, a body shaped dent in the hood.

“Mick! Mick! Do something!” The woman yells struggling against you as the police roll up.

“I don’t think Mick is gonna be getting up anytime soon.” Steve says with a sigh. The two police officers come up and she starts screaming about how you’d attacked her. The police take her from you and when they attempt to cuff you too Steve speaks up.

“You probably shouldn’t do that.”

“Are you threatening us sir?”

“No, but she does work for Stark and the whole thing was caught on that camera so maybe check the security camera before you go slapping cuffs on people.”

The two officers call for an ambulance to check on Mick then one goes inside to see what was caught on the camera. When he comes out with a flash drive you’re free to go.

“Thanks Auntie. Thanks uncle Steve.” Anya says from the backseat as Steve pulls out of the school parking lot.

“Don’t thank us quite yet. You still have to tell your parents that you were suspended.” Anya groans loudly before pulling her phone from her pocket. “On speaker please.” You instruct, she’s a tricky thing.

“What? Don’t you trust me?”

“Considering I just played your mom and Steve your dad, no I do not.” She groans but does as you ask and calls her mom on speakerphone.

It’s not the worst conversation and you’re glad that Nat and Clint found that you and Steve played them entertaining. You make sure to tell them that you’ll make sure she gets her schoolwork done before she goes back next week.

“So, I was thinking we deserve ice cream.” Steve says once Anya hangs up with her parents.

“I think that sounds like a great idea. What do you think Anya?”

“I love ice cream. Uncle Steve you should ask Auntie out.”

“Oh, um.” Steve stutters and you glance over your shoulder at Anya.

“Anya you don’t just get to decide things like that for people.”

“But he likes you, and you like him Auntie.” Before you can say anything else Steve chuckles,

“Well she’s not wrong.” Steve says and your gaze whips over to him.

“What?”

“I do like you. So, what do you say? First date at an ice cream parlor with our niece?”

“That sounds perfect.”

[mlqcanonymous]

Things MC Does That He Finds Endearing

Fluff fluff fluff. Purely headcanon because god forbid they’re real lol.

Victor

When you try to prove him wrong and then you definitely do. Victor is rarely wrong so to see this little girl doing what most people can’t do keeps him on his toes and sharpens his wit (because this bitch loves roasting you more than he loves you lol)

“Oh, really? You think I’m wrong?” There’s a wicked glint in his purple eyes as a ghost of a smirk plays across his lips. “Then, why don’t you prove it to me?”

When you yawn sleepily while writing your report due tomorrow (you procrastinating lil’ shit) and then rub your eyes. You don’t know but you probably have like 20 stolen pics of you yawning or something in his phone (and one or two of them is probably used as a meme).

When you wrinkle your nose like you smelled something bad and then proceed to ask/say bold questions like you don’t have to be so mean, you’re a bit cold, don’t be so domineering, do you know how to smile etc. to him. Girl, no need to filter your words ‘cause he will still love the shit that comes out of your mouth as long as it’s from you lol.

When you request his special caramel pudding and then hum happily and proceed to cheer as soon as he presents it to you (gotta love a man who can cook). He tells you that you’re a dummy but never tells you he loves it (because god forbid he ever shows his emotions amaright?)

“Dummy. You act like I’m solving world hunger. It’s just pudding.” He rolls his eyes and turns his back to you. But there’s no mistaking the little smile on his handsome face. Too bad you missed it.

When you turn in your report on time and without mistakes although this is pretty rare that’s why he savors it as much as he can. It’s silly but he feels proud whenever you do that.

When you fall asleep in his office while waiting for him to finish signing some documents or doing some work. He likes to think that it means you’re comfortable around him and you feel safe. Although expect to be given shit by the time you wake up because he is Victor after all.

When you act like a dummy (which is 95% of the time. Like seriously, MC. Wtf?)

Gavin

When you grab him on the shoulders as soon as he lifts you in his arms, bridal style. (Damn if I was MC I’d grab too because have you seen his shoulders and biceps? Yum) He thinks it’s silly because he will never do anything to hurt or endanger you.

“What are you so afraid of? I’m not going to drop you, you know.” He chuckles, his amber eyes brimming with mirth. “But if that’s what you want, then you better hold on tight.”

When you cook for him. It isn’t anything fancy but this boii has been crushing you since high school. It’d be a dream come true if you make him lunch or something.

When you text him and then ask where he is or what he’s been doing. Gavin will ninja grab his phone as soon as he hears your personalized ringtone and then spends 10 minutes agonizing what to text back before regretting what he ultimately decided as a reply.

“Oh wait— I sound like an ass. Gonna delete— oh no. No nononono—”

When you play the piano for him because it reminds him of the time when you saved him despite not knowing you did. You’re part of the reason why he changed, why his world turned around for the better, why he became better, and everyday he thanks lady luck for giving you to him.

When you sneeze. Not an elephant-horn-trumpet sneeze but more like a kitten sneeze. Because it’s cute and he thinks you’re cute.

When you do those random acts of kindness that makes you all the more admirable in his eyes. Seriously this guy thinks you’re an angel and can never do wrong. Damn, you lucky bitch.

When you compliment him in a suit. He doesn’t like wearing them but he does like it when you tell him how good he looks. The first time you complimented him, he actually bought three although it sits at the very back of his closet lol.

Kiro

When you visit him on set or go to his concerts. It motivates him and makes him want to work harder and better for you. Also it gives him lots of time to show off his acting and singing skills like a male peacock strutting his good bits for you to see.

When you make him pudding (although it doesn’t taste like the ones from Souvenir at all and more like a child’s version of it.). He’s not complaining because it’s free food.

“Huh, that’s strange. This isn’t anything like Souvenir at all. But I’m still going to eat it because you made it for me.” He laughs at the end before popping a spoonful of your pudding inside his mouth.

When you fold his clothes while wearing one of his hoodies. This bby is messy af especially his closet. So you can’t help fixing his closet (and also stealing one of his clothes) whenever you come around to visit. He likes working on a new song with you nearby and he may or may not have stolen a picture of you hihi

When you jam to one of his songs and then belt them out like a rockstar yourself. You’re not the most gifted singer but the way you sing it makes him love his songs all the more. It reminds him why he loves performing so much. So, go you!

When you put your feet up on the dashboard and then wiggle them to the beat of a song whenever you go out on a roadtrip.

“As long as you don’t wear your shoes, I’m not complaining! But let’s not tell my agent about this since this is his car that we stole.”

When you try to fix his messy hair (though you fail at the end). He likes watching your cute face that’s scrunched up in frustration. Makes him wanna kiss it away but his agent always calls him before he can do it. (Poor bby, kissblocked by his agent lol)

When you push through your problems and succeed in the end. This bby is your personal cheerleader so expect congratulation banners and waving pompoms by the time you’re done defeating all your problems. He’s smug knowing that he’s completely right about putting all of his faith on you.

Lucien

When you talk to him on the phone, late at night, even though you two are neighbors, and then you fall asleep listening to the sound of his voice. Honestly, it becomes a habit at this point that he isn’t even surprised.

“You didn’t even say good night,” he cooed softly, not wanting to wake you up. “Ah, well, good night, MC. May you have the sweetest dreams.”

When you blush and get flustered around him. It amuses and fascinates him to no end to see you acting like that. He also thinks of ways he can do it again. (maybe in a different setting too? Lol Lucien, you dog)

When you try on his lab coat and pretend you’re a scientist as well. He loves seeing you in his lab coat and acting like a child; it brings out the child in him even if he ends up being the party pooper in the end and say he has to work rather than play.

When you stop by on his place just to water the plants in his balcony that are either a) dying; or b) on the verge of dying. He’s so busy all the time that he hardly has anytime for his plants but despite that, he still ends up buying plants with the sole purpose of you visiting and watering them.

When you close your eyes as you smell the flowers he bought you every week or so, each different from the last and never the same one twice. Outwardly, he looks calm and collected, but inwardly, he’s wondering about what you’re thinking and if you liked them. Knowing you, you’d probably say that you do but just to be safe...

“So, MC,” he says as soon as you open your eyes and meet his. He leans forward, propping his chin on his knuckles, then whispers, “do they smell as sweet as your smile?”

When you talk to him about your plans or shows or anything, really. He’s not picky as long as he sits in front of you and watches you while you do it. Listening to you talk and watching your passionate tirade fascinates him. You show him so many colors at once and he doesn’t want to look away because he doesn’t want to miss one.

When you cry at the end of a movie even though it’s a happy ending. When you go out to the cinema, he always brings at least two handkerchiefs. He doesn’t understand why you cry (no one even died) but he finds it one of your endearing traits. The hugs you ask from him also weren’t bad.

[fanficimagery]

Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner [Part 2 of 2]

Summary: Imagine being the “baby” of the group. Now imagine celebrating your 21st birthday with the squad.

Words: 3.5K Warnings: You guys peer pressured me into writing pt. 2! I swear I wasn’t going to write this, but well.. I had a little too much to drink New Year’s Eve and here you go. Sorry if it sucks. Sequels are never good.

Also.. this took an unexpected turn. I’m not even a sorry. 

Days before your party was to take place that your friends have planned for you, David calls you over to his house. You have nothing better to do, so you stop by to pick up some Chipotle before making your way over. Then when you get there, you're in the middle of kicking off your shoes when Natalie takes the food from your hands and Josh Peck rounds the corner. You've met him a couple of times, but it still blows your mind every time he addresses you.

"Alright, Baby, you should know the drill by now." He pulls a blindfold from his back pocket and your stomach drops. His smile widens at your nervous expression.

"Nooo." You whine, backing up for every step Josh takes in your direction. "Fuck you guys." You can hear David laughing, his laughter only getting louder as he rounds the corner with his camera. "You are not putting a scaly reptile on me. No. Fuck you, David."

"Baby!" He laughs. "Come on. Everyone but you has done it."

"I'm not about to die! I thought you guys wanted to party," you then pout at him. "Why do you hate me so much?"

"Dammit, Baby, just put the blindfold on!" Zane shouts from the other room.

"God I hate you guys."

"Lies." Josh gleefully blindfolds you when he realizes you're not going to fight it anymore, and then he ends up behind you with his hands on your shoulders to guide you. "Cheer up. You're gonna love this."

"Yeah? Well I'd probably love it more if I wasn't blindfolded and paranoid about instant death."

Your friends all laugh and then Josh guides you someplace, stopping where they want you. They tell you all who is present- David, Natalie, Josh, Heath, Mariah, and Zane- and your anxiety only rises as you can hear gasping and shushed giggling.

"Okay so what you're going to do," David starts to explain, "is hold your arms out at your sides. Then we'll guide your arms from there."

"If I get bit or attacked or whatever, you're dead, Davie."

He giggles. "You're not going to get attacked."

"Well.."

You immediately wrap your arms around yourself, stepping back at the unfamiliar voice. "Nope. Not doing it. You heard Stranger Danger, there's a possibility that whatever you're surprising me with will attack me."

Everyone laughs, but then Mariah's soothing, trusting voice pipes up. "Come on, Baby. Trust me when I say there's nothing to worry about." She grabs your hands and spreads your arms out. "Now just breathe and let it happen."

You groan but then go as lax as you possibly can. One moment everything is good and then next small, thin arms are being placed around your neck. You immediately tense, fisting your hands tightly. "No, no, no. Fuck you guys. What is that?" A heavy weight then settles against your chest and stomach, and your friends grab your arms. "Get it off. David, get it off." Your friends start cackling.

"Baby." Heath chuckles. "Open your hands. You need to cradle it."

"Fuck off, Heath. You cradle it!" Someone snorts, but then they're prying your hands open and making you cradle whatever is hanging around your neck. "I'm gonna die. This is it. This is how I go out."

"If it bites you, you get to bite David," Natalie says, giggling.

"Hey!"

Whatever they've made you hold has really course hair and you're super uncomfortable. But then the blindfold comes off and after letting your eyes readjust to the room lighting, you look down into the face of.. a sloth.

"Oh my god." Your eyes immediately tear up. "Oh my god! This is- it's a-"

"Surprise!" David laughs. "We know you've always wanted to hold one, so.."

"Oh my god. I love it so much." You nuzzle the sloth with your nose, silently crying as your friends all laugh. The caretaker- whose name is apparently John- hand feeds the animal grape halves. "It's so cute."

"That is honestly the ugliest animal I've ever seen," Zane says, shaking his head.

"I honestly can't believe you're crying," Mariah says. "I knew you'd love it, but not this much."

"You're lucky this isn't a baby otter. I'd be a blubbering mess if it were."

"Dammit!" David remarks. "I knew I should have gone with the otter."

You smile, using one hand to support the sloth's bottom while you run your other hand up and down it's back. "If you get me one of those baby wrap carriers, we can strap the sloth to my chest and I'll walk around in public telling everyone who stares that it's inappropriate to stare at my really hairy baby and will likely make him grow up with insecurities."

David laughs, beaming. "Let's do it."

The day of your party, you're in the middle of an outfit crisis when Matt shows up and tosses a bag at you. "The boys voted and they do not want an outfit repeat of your actual birthday." You snort as the blonde chuckles. "So we all got together and put together an outfit for you."

"Oh no." You groan and start to dig through tissue paper in the bag. "You guys probably chose footie pajamas or something." Then pulling out a black long sleeve crop top and a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, you grin. "Oh. I can work with this."

He chuckles. "You're welcome." Matt then follows you into your room, he lounging on your bed as you gather undergarments for your shower. "Don't dawdle in there, Baby. We gotta be at David's in an hour."

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

          - X - X - X - X - X -

When you show up to David's, you let them go through with the show of blindfolding you and escorting you inside. The party is not a surprise, but David's viewers don't know that so you film it as if it were. But really, the surprise you show as your friends all pop black and gold confetti blasters when you enter the living room is genuine.

"Oh thank god," is the first thing Heath says when he hugs you. "I was nervous you wouldn't agree to our outfit and we'd have to slap Todd and Ilya upside the head all night for staring."

You laugh. "You boys really need to stop being overprotective."

"Never."

"What's going to happen when I decide to date?"

"We'll get Jeff to kick his ass."

"Shut up."

You make your rounds hugging every one of your friends in the room, letting David then lead you to the back yard. Three very attractive fire dancers greet you, they putting on a performance that leaves your jaw dropping open in awe.

"Here. Hold this. I wanna try," David says. He passes over his camera and asks for one of the large wooden batons, he then twirling the flaming stick almost expertly. Almost.

You video him, grinning. "Hey, Davie, stick to your day job and let the fire dancers have their baton back."

He laughs. "You're so mean to me, Baby."

"It's only because I adore you."

           - X - X - X - X - X -

You take shots with everyone, you letting them serenade you with an awful rendition of Happy Birthday and then nurse a bottle of Corona with a wedge of lime shoved down the bottle's neck.

You grind with the girls, singing and laughing and letting them keep you hydrated in between all the alcohol the boys keep pushing on you.

Jeff and Todd take turns herding you into a corner when they catch you dancing with the opposite sex, David giggling as he records the guys standing on either side of you with their arms crossed over their chests while they stare down other males.

Soon enough you end up back at David's side, sipping some water and smiling tiredly at his camera.

"Having fun, Baby?"

"Duh." You hip check him. "I always have fun when you're involved."

David giggles and presses closer to you, he angling the camera so it catches the both of you. Then addressing his would-be viewers, he says, "So I know I already surprised Baby with a sloth, but there was another present that I just couldn't pass up when the opportunity presented itself."

"What? David, no! You've already done so much for me."

A familiar tune that you know all too well because it's by one of your favorite artists starts to play, but you don't pay it much mind. David, however, merely beams at you and points the camera directly in your face, and laughs with the tip of his tongue stuck between his teeth.

Familiar words are then sung, but you're too caught up in a staring competition. After a few more moments, your mind recognizes that the music doesn't sound like the album version. It sounds live.

"And all the kids cried out, please stop you're scaring me. I can't help this awful energy. Goddamn right you should be scared of me. Who is in control?"

Your brow furrows and then widen, and your head turns so fast that David cackles. "DAVID!" You then whip around to stare at your friend. "Fuckin' Halsey?! What the fuck!?"

"Surprise! Happy birthday, Baby." Your expression crumples and he laughs some more. "Don't cry!"

"Shut up, you asshole. This is all your fault." You step closer to him, shoving your face into the side of his neck as your arms wrap around his waist in a hug. "You're seriously the best, bub."

"I know. Now go have fun. Mariah looks seconds away from having an aneurysm. No one, other than Natalie, knew I got Halsey to come here."

Stepping away from him, you sniffle some as your teary eyes meet his. "I adore you, Dobrik. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"I adore you too."

David watches as Baby joins the crowd, singing along with Halsey and just enjoying her time. As he records from afar and looks for any of his friends acting like fools, Jason sidles up to him.

"Halsey, huh? So when are you going to tell Baby you're in love with her?"

"What?! I'm not.. in love with Baby." David looks at Jason, hands holding his camera to his chest. At his best friend's expression, David's smile falters. "Come on, man. It's Baby. I'm not about to ruin anything between us."

Jason shakes his head. "How do you know it'll end up in ruins? Baby could be the one you're with for a very long time."

David shrugs. "It's Baby. None of us are good enough for her."

Jason watches as his young friend looks back out at the girl he obviously adores, he sighing and clamping down on David's shoulder. "For what it's worth, she looks at you the same way you look at her. You never know how something will pan out unless you give it a try."

As Jason walks away, David stares one last time at Baby before moving on to film the boys. There's just no way he can chance what he has with Baby.

But that doesn't mean his friends won't do it for them.

A few days later and it feels like you're still recovering from your party. David has surprisingly uploaded the video of your sloth surprise and the party, and you can't believe how many times he caught you saying fight me, you little bitch every time someone attempted to take your drink away or annoyed you. Natalie, Ilya, and Jonah were the unlucky three, they being the ones you attempted to fight when you weren't occupied by someone else.

It's nearing ten in the morning when your phone dings with an email, and since you're in between jobs and waiting to hear back from a few places, you immediately open it. Only the email is from Natalie and you're confused as to why she's emailing you instead of texting.

[Hey Baby, attached is some unedited video footage I thought you should see. David might actually kill me, but then again he might thank me. Both of you will. Text me when you're done.]

Clicking on the link attached, you watched the footage Natalie thought so important for you to see. It's of your party and the moment David surprised you with Halsey. You have to pause the video when the adoration shining in David's eyes catches you off guard, and you spend a couple of minutes just thinking what if. Your crush on David had completely caught you off guard and you blame those damn diamond studs he pierced his ears with on Black Friday. But David is David and you're you, and there's no possible way you can ruin that.

Hitting play on the video, you watch the rest in shocked silence. David zooming in on your ecstatic expression, Jason coming up to him and claiming David being in love with you, and David not denying it.

"Holy shit." Exiting out of the video, you bring up your texting app and create a new group chat. Heart now hammering, you text out a 911 to Natalie, Corinna, Mariah, Kristen, Carly, Erin, and Suzy. You tell them to meet you at a local cafe where they serve some great brunch and then hurriedly throw on some clothes nearly suitable for public.

You need to talk about this video clip as soon as possible.

           - X - X - X - X - X -

Sitting in the cafe with an iced coffee and a half eaten breakfast sandwich, you anxiously await the arrival of your girls. Natalie is the first to get there, she grinning knowingly as she goes to place her own order before taking a seat at the table with you.

Carly, Erin, and Suzy all show up together, followed by Corinna, then Mariah and Kristen. The girls are all eager to know what's going on, but Natalie takes charge and tells them to order what they're going to order before getting down to business.

So while the girls all settle down, you sit there with your right knee bouncing anxiously under the table and front teeth clamped down on the straw of your drink.

"Okay so what's going on?" Kristen wonders.

Natalie smirks as everyone slowly digs into their brunch and you can't help the following words that leave your mouth. "I'm in love with David."

Corinna swallows wrong and chokes on her bite of food, and Suzy cackles at the following that takes place.

"I knew it!" Mariah points a finger at Natalie. "Didn't I tell you?"

Carly and Erin exchange money, Carly clearly the victorious one in whatever bet they had going on.

"What the hell brought this on?" Corinna finally asks, sipping on her orange juice.

"It's all Natalie's fault!" You then blurt. As all gazes dart to your friend, you slump in your seat with a small sigh. "She sent me a video clip that David cut out from the final product of his latest vlog. Jason confronts him about telling me he's in love with me and David- well he doesn't deny his feelings."

"So what are you going to do about it?" Mariah asks.

You shrug. "I don't know! On one hand I kind of want someone to tell David I like him and see if he makes a move, but on the other I agree with David. Why ruin what we already have by trying for something more?"

Erin smiles sadly. "I get that you're scared, but what if by being scared you're ruining any chance of happiness with David? We're young, Baby. This is the time to fall in love, make mistakes, and fall in love again. But who knows, maybe falling in love with David isn't a mistake? Give him a chance, Baby. I think I speak on behalf of everyone here when I say we're rooting for you."

"Do it, Baby," Corinna says. "It's about time that boy gets some action."

This time it's your turn to choke and the girls all laugh at your misfortune. "I hate you." Then looking at Natalie, you ask, "Was anyone else at the house?"

"Nope. David was just lounging in his room and going through footage for his second channel."

"Okay. Okay," you then say again after taking a moment to think. "Everyone steer clear of David's. I think me and him need to have a chat."

           - X - X - X - X - X -

Showing up to David's with some In-N-Out, you call out for him once you enter and kick off your shoes.

"In my room!"

You nervously make your way towards David's bed, smiling when you see him sitting up against the headboard and his laptop cushioned on his lap. "I bring good food."

His own smile brightens as he sets his laptop aside, he making grabby hands for the bag in your hand. "You are the best, Baby."

"Duh. Now make some room. We need to talk."

"Uh oh. This sounds serious."

"It is," you chuckle. "Somewhat. Don't worry, bub. You're not in trouble."

"Oh. Okay then."

As you plop down on the empty side of David's bed, you pull one of his pillows into your lap and take your phone out of your back pocket. David digs into his food and you bring up the video Natalie had sent you.

"So what'd you want to talk about?" He asks after eating half his burger.

"Now don't get mad or shut me out," you start, anxiously biting the bottom corner of your lip, "but I kind of want to talk about this." You hit play on your phone and watch David's expression slowly fall as he realizes what you have.

"Baby," he sighs. "I can explain."

"It seems our friends really want us together." David cleans his hands off on a napkin as you then admit, "You do know Natalie wouldn't have showed me this unless my feelings were mutual. Right?"

"Natalie is- wait, what?"

David's head whips in your direction, gaze darting over your expression for any sign of deceit. "Apparently we both suck at hiding our feelings if our friends were able to figure it out and push us towards each other. Carly and Erin even had a bet going."

He laughs. "Goddammit."

"This is really awkward for me, in case you can't tell," you say, nervously plucking at invisible lent on his pillow. "I'm terrible at admitting my feelings and talking about them, but yeah. I like you too. A lot."

"Baby-"

"And it's all because of those damn earrings you put in your ears on Black Friday. I was fine being your friend and then BAM! You get your ears pierced and I'm suddenly wanting to climb you like a-"

"Baby!" David laughs some more, startling you. "You're rambling."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It's really adorable."

When you meet his gaze, you can't help but blush under his adoring stare. You groan, chuckling, and scoot down in his bed until you're flat on your back and pulling the blanket over your face. "God why am I so awkward?"

"Hey, we're both awkward." You can feel David shifting, he maneuvering himself so he's laid out beside you, supporting his weight on one elbow as he slightly leans over you. Then pulling the blanket off your face, he says, "We can be awkward together. That is if you want."

You stare up at him, gaze darting over every inch of his face. His smile falters, but you reach up and gently brush his hair out of his eyes. "I kind of really want," you tell him. "Promise that if things don't pan out, we'll still be friends?"

"We'll always be friends, Baby," he muses. "Always. Now can I at least kiss you before you start talking about us not working out?"

You laughing sets off David laughing, and you have no idea where the sudden burst of confidence comes from that has you leaning up and pressing your lips against his. All talking ceases and your heart swells when David pushes you down onto the bed in order to lean further over you.

Then after a few moments of testing the waters, he pulls back and gulps. "I think we can work with this."

"Mhm. Definitely." You agree. David snorts and you gently push him away. "Now finish your food so we can nap. I woke up early and then had one hell of a morning, and I kind of just want to cuddle you."

He mockingly gasps. "What will the others think?"

"Screw the others," you huff. "I'm pretty sure the girls all texted the boys by now, but I told the girls to steer clear of the house. Lets get as much sleep as we can before the boys show up and grill you about corrupting me."

Expression slowly crumpling, David collapses on the bed next to you. "Fuck. They're going to have a field day with this."

"Yep." Snuggling down, you pull the blanket up to your chin and close your eyes.

"Is it too late to book a flight somewhere and just enjoy us before they start messing with me?"

You giggle. "Buck up, bub. It won't be so bad."

[meltwonu]

| caffeine |     [chapter 1]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes;  some smut, mild degradation. (some art history bs cuz I, in actuality, am a nerd) can I get a yeehaw! we’re finally kickin’ this off~ this is mostly just the lead up with some mild touchin’ but you know how it is~ thank you all for being so patient! can't wait to get the next chapter out 💕 

chapters; 1 - x - x - x - x

It’s 10:48am when Mingyu all but begs you to return his art history books on Dadaism back to the campus library. You give him 4 sentences to explain why you should be the one to do it; the tall male whining that he’s already late for his exam on Baroque art.

“Can you not be a bitch for 4 seconds, please? I’m literally begging you and I know for a fact you need to get books on that fuckin’ art and gender course so don’t play me like you’re not heading there anyway!” Mingyu shoves his books into your arms, adjusting the messenger bag on his shoulder.

“I swear after the rager on friday, I’ll take you out to get those mochi donuts on saturday, okay? I gotta go!”

He gives you no time to respond, jetting off to his already-late exam. You roll your eyes, adjusting the books in your arms as you begin the trek to the library. Mingyu was a friend that you’d met in your Intro to Photography class with Minghao, another mutual friend of yours. Both of them were no-doubt handsome and insanely educated when it came to art and art history but both of them were also part of the SVT House; one of the most notorious frat houses on Greek Row. They threw parties every other week, inviting the entire campus to show up if the cops didn’t show up first. Mingyu had invited you to a few in the past but you’d always decline; citing that you rather not be around when the cops showed up. You always wondered how Minghao dealt with being in a frat house knowing he typically hated loud parties and huge crowds of strangers.

When you finally get to the library, you struggle with the door, the damned books making it difficult for you to pull the handle open. A kind soul helps you out, a small ‘thank you’ leaving your lips before you make a beeline for the receptionist desk to return Mingyu’s books. Noticing a different male there than the usual librarian, you quirk a brow.

“Um, hello?” He spares you a glance, closing a few windows on the computer he was working on before he walks over to your side of the table. You take in his features; sharp eyes, silvery blue hair, wire frame glasses, pressed white shirt under an argyle printed sweater vest tucked into beige pressed chinos. He looked like a stereotypical version of what most people would think a librarian looked like but also had the features of a high class model. You were sure you’d seen him around, probably when you’d run into Mingyu or Minghao between classes.

“Yes, can I help you?” Fuck, you think, his voice is hot too. You can feel your body heating up just from his voice alone and you take a second to recover, stuttering as you set the books down on the counter.

“Y-yeah, um, I--uh, just wanted to return these books? That’s all.”

Cursing under your breath for stuttering, you miss the way his lips quirk up into a small smile.

“Sure, let me just scan these in.” You opt to just nod, saving yourself from any further fuck ups with talking as you watch him grab the scanner.

“Hmm, it says Mingyu borrowed these books. Can I ask why you’re returning these and not himself?”

“O-oh, we’re friends. He was late to his art exam and I needed to do some work here so… figured I’d just return them for him since he’s already suffering.” He laughs, sliding the books off the counter and placing them on the return cart for later.

“I don’t see why he didn’t just give them to me this morning but I guess the beer pong from last night must’ve been the reason for him being late.” You sigh, “I knew there’d be a stupid reason he’d be late for his exam. Anyway, thanks for helping me…?” You leave the question open ended, wanting to get his name before you disappeared to one of the empty study rooms. He smiles at you again, dusting off his hands on his neatly pressed pants.

“Hi, my name’s Wonwoo. I volunteer here at the campus library every day from 10am to about 2pm. If you need anything, just let me know!” He shakes your hand, eyes twinkling as he gives you a quick up and down from behind the receptionist desk. You give him your name; watching him as he whispers it under his breath, lips tilting up into a warm and inviting smile.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hope we’ll get along well.”

You hate the way the image of Wonwoo smiling at you is embedding into your eyelids while you try to work; the stupid essay sitting in front of you still blank even when you get up to look for materials on the course an hour and a half later. Checking the kiosk to find out where the said art and gender books were, you make your way through the bookshelves, not finding any of the books you were looking for. You contemplate for a second, wondering if you really want to go visit Wonwoo at the receptionist desk. Fuck it, you think, I’ll get my books and I swear I’ll finish this damn essay before I leave, it’s not just eye candy.

“Hey, Wonwoo?” He turns away from the return cart, adjusting his glasses as he walks over to you at the counter. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

“Um, I… it said the art and gender books were on the shelves but they weren’t, uh, there? Can you… check for me please?” He nods, sitting down at the computer while you recite the necessary info to him. Wonwoo jots down a few notes on a notepad, getting up and gesturing for you to follow him as he tears the sheet off.

“Sorry, I’m new here so we might get lost but I think they might’ve accidentally been shelved in the wrong section of the library.” He threads through different bookshelves, taking you deeper and deeper into the library until there’s hardly anyone around.

When he finally stops, you’re in a section of the library you don’t recognize, the emptiness mildly eerie as Wonwoo searches for the said books.

“Wanna give me a little snippet of what these books are about while we’re here?” He didn’t strike you as a small talk kind of person but you shrug behind him; you were already there, might as well.

“Um, it’s just, kind of how different genders consume and interpret the human form in art. Lots of it is old and outdated but it’s for an art course I’m taking right now. Y’kno, things like the ‘male gaze’ and stuff. I’m sure it’d bore you to death.” Wonwoo hums in acknowledgement, turning to face you as he slowly backs you up against the bookshelf. It takes you off guard as you hold your breath, eyes boring into the argyle print on his sweater vest.

“Interesting course you’re taking. I don’t think it’d bore me though, I’m quite enamoured with the female form.” You’re convinced if you breathed wrong, he’d feel it with how close he was. But he whispers a small ‘ah-hah’, his hand resting on the shelf next to your head as he pulls out a singular book. Wonwoo steps back, placing the book in your trembling hands.

“That’s one book, 3 more to find.”

He continues like that, his body in close proximity to yours the entire time you stand there, unsure of what to do. Wonwoo finds two more of your books, setting them on an empty shelf nearby as he checks his note for the last one. You mentally curse yourself for wearing a sundress to the library because you can feel the back of his hand grazing your thigh when he kneels on the floor next to you, hand placed on the shelf and eyes scanning for the damned book you don’t even care about anymore.

“Hmm, I can’t seem to find this last one. Weird. Maybe someone checked it out already and it got misscanned.”

“Oh, um, that’s fine, this should be g-good. I can check the shelf myself or something!”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping you out back here. I wouldn’t want you to do it alone, you know. Joshua should have already come in for his shift already anyway.” Wonwoo stands back up, his face close to your body as he towers above you. “Don’t you want my help? I don’t really offer it very often.” The suggestive tone in his voice has you clenching around nothing, already embarrassingly wet. You hope to a higher power that he can’t tell but something inside of you already knows that he’s aware of his affect on you.

“O-okay, please… please help me.”

You swear you’ll finish your essay.

Right after Wonwoo finishes getting you off.

He touches you underneath your dress, fingers pressed firmly against the wet patch on your panties as you bite your lip to keep in your moans.

“You’ve only met me today and you’re already this wet for me? You’re such an easy little thing. Do you get this turned on just for anyone or am I doing that much damage to you?” It’s a rhetorical question, but Wonwoo waits patiently; wanting to hear your reply anyway. Under any other circumstances, you’d probably punch a guy that called you easy, but for some reason the way Wonwoo says it has you getting even wetter.

“I, mmh, don’t normally… d-do this I swear.” He has you pressed against the bookshelf, a leg slotted in between yours as he braces his other hand next to your head. Wonwoo’s thumb presses hard against your clit, the fabric of your panties adding extra friction as you grind down onto his hand. “Oh? So I am just that special, huh? Lucky me, I’ve got such a cute girl cumming in the palm of my hand.” He chuckles at his own joke, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose ever so slightly.

Your hands dig into the fabric of his sweater vest, wanting nothing more than to just cum so you can go back to working on your essay and simultaneously dying of embarrassment that you got that turned on from a guy you’d just met a couple hours ago and he made you cum in some back part of the library.

“Wonwoo, can you… touch me harder, I’m really close...” You whisper. He hums, his fingertips grazing the hem of your panties.

“Harder? Or would you want my fingers instead? I wonder how many of them you could take before you’re begging me to just fuck you?” The juxtaposition of his words and his gentle touch is enough to send you over the edge, biting your lip to keep in any sounds that threaten to escape. He lets you ride out your orgasm before his hand is slipping from underneath your dress and he’s pulling away. Your dress slides back down into place, not a hair on your head looking disheveled other than the fact your face is redder than a tomato.

Wonwoo adjusts his glasses, hands immediately smoothing down any wrinkles on his clothes after.

“My shift is almost up here and I need to get to my archeology class afterwards but if you’re ever curious about the male form, I’m a willing subject.” 

[stxvercgersslut]

Why today?

Request: @teller258316 hi! can i request a jake jensen x reader where she goes into labor when hes on a mission?

A/n: I kinda took so long writing this because I didn’t wanna ruin such a brilliant request. Thank you so much for requesting this.

Warning: Language, lots of fluff

Temporary tag list: @jtargaryen18 @et-lesailes @chuckbass-love @t-stark35

Description: Jensen prayed he wouldn’t miss the birth of his baby, but when he’s on the other side Of the world to where you were, that seemed like a pretty possible outcome.

3 months. 3 whole damn months away from his one and only. To make it worse you were pregnant. Not only were you pregnant but by now you were 9 months pregnant. Which unfortunately meant that you were just days or may less from going into labour. Making it even more difficult to be so far away from the one that he well and truly loved. His heart aching every time he even so much as thought about you or even how your unborn little baby girl was doing. Picturing you all alone in your small shitty shared apartment just seemed to make his stomach twist uncomfortably. He never would have even agreed to go on this damn undercover mission with the guys if he’d of known it was going to rip him away from you for 3 months of your pregnancy. Then again if he hadn’t of been there to help with the technical side to the job then there most certainly wouldn’t have been a job to do in the first place. Not that that would have been a bad thing of course. The ‘nerd’ wanted nothing more then to be home holding you in his arms with his hand cradling your large baby bump as your little unborn baby girl occasionally kicked directly on his hand, letting him know that everything was going to be okay. Moments like those always seemed to sooth him. Which was why, during those traumatic 3 months, he had missed you like crazy. No amount of text messages, phone calls, photos or occasional FaceTimes would make up for any of this. At least you had contact with him. Thank god he was good with technology. He would have lost his mind if it wasn’t for the fact that he was at least able to check that you and the baby were okay.

When the two of you had first found out about your pregnancy of course there were some understandable concerned about how exactly the paid or you would even be able to raise a baby together. With Jensen always leaving for missions with the other ‘losers’ it would most likely be insanely difficult for the baby to even grow up knowing the father. Oh but the added worry was the fact that unfortunately poor Jensen always seemed to get himself into dangerous situations that could have safely been avoided (it’s safe to say that you weren’t at all thrilled to see him when he came back home one night to inform you that he had in fact gotten shot and was almost murdered.) Maybe being the girlfriend to Jake Jensen wasn’t the smartest of decisions but you adored him. This man really was the love of your life. The way he was so protective over you seemed to fuel your burning desire to be with him. You were both so different yet so perfect for each other at the exact same time and you’d be dammed if you were going to let this gorgeous nerd leave you. Like you’re mamma always used to say “keep that boy on a tight leash or you’ll lose him”

After several weeks (6 to be exact) of carefully considering all of your options the pair of you finally decided that you were in fact going to have this baby. Jake, being the one more excited then you, couldn’t wait to tell his friends the brilliant news. However, not everyone seemed totally thrilled for you guys. In fact only Pooch and Couger seemed to be happy for you. Not that you really expected anything different to be totally honest you understood that it wasn’t the greatest it timings or settings to bring a baby into the world that wasn’t at all safe. Not that that seemed to deter either of you. Clay most certainly protested against the pregnancy, believing that it would just mess with Jensen’s mind. If Jensen wasn’t fully set on the task at hand then that could have extremely dear consequences.

However, no one (not even Clay himself) could break Jensen’s excitement for this baby. And believe me, he really was unbelievably ecstatic to know that you were carrying his baby. For the first time in forever Jensen finally felt like he had found where he belonged, years on his own ‘travelling’ with Clay, Pooche and Couger had always been what he had decided to settle for. But now? Now that he had found you, the girl of his dreams, whom of which he as little engaged to, well he finally found his home. The life that he wanted was staring him right in the damn face and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to grab it with both hands and hold it as close as physically possible.

Currently you were sitting alone in your 3rd floor 2 bedroom apartment in New York that Jensen had been paying rent for for the last 3 , laying in yours and Jensen’s shared bed with one hand on your stomach as you calmly continued to sleep. Even though it was a whole lot harder to sleep now that you were 9 months pregnant and could literally pop at any second, you felt calmer knowing that you’d soon be back in the arms of your fiancé. Thankfully today just so happened to be the day that he was travelling home from the mission. After 3 torturous months without him, he was finally coming home. But due to the fact that he was literally on the other side of the world he would most likely be home for a few more days. Even if that were true, at least you could feel happier and at comfort knowing that the man of your dreams was on his way back to you and that soon the two of you could cuddle back up in bed together like you always did. Due to the fact that you were I fact quite a light sleeper however, you were awoken to the sound of your phone buzzing 3 times in a row signaling that you had finally gotten messages from your beloved.

Jensen: morning baby ❤️ or maybe it’s afternoon for you? Xx

Jensen: How’s little baby girl Jensen doing? Is she still kicking a lot? Xx

Jensen: We’ve just gotten to the jet so we should be on our way back in an hour. Until then please keep me updated on how you and our baby are doing? I can’t help but worry Xx

Those three texts messages sent in a row, hardly giving you a second to respond to each one as they all can through, seemed to melt your heart. Of course they did. More so since you found worried and caring Jake Jensen to be the most adorable version of your fiancé that you could ever see. It was just so cute to see him all flustered and worried for you, making you realise just how special your man really was. Oh he was a definite keeper. As you wrote out your reply to his several questions you couldn’t help but laugh as the three little bubbles appeared at the bottom of the pile of messages, indicating that Jensen was once again typing. Yeah it could get annoying sometimes when he began to spam you in order to get a repsonse, but most of the time he was doing so out of love. Which made your heart swell even more then you ever thought that it could. This man really did love you and it showed.

Jensen: Baby are you awake? I’m sorry for pestering. I just need to know you’re okay Xx

You: Yeah I’m awake Jensen and our baby is fine. She’s been happy to spend some more bonding time with mama whilst you were gone. But now we really do miss you. Can’t wait to see you again. Xx

Jensen: I miss you too ❤️ Not long now baby girl and we can cuddle again. Xx

You: Can’t wait to see you! Xx

Jensen: Neither can I. Look I’ve gotta go since we’re bording soon. I’ll see you later baby Xx

You: Okay be safe! Love you Xx

Jensen: Love you too angel Xx

Those last little words that showed up on the screen seemed to bring a extremely bright smile to your face, well...that smile didn’t last long Since after a couple of seconds you felt a very uncomfortable wetness fall on to the bed. Unfortunately that just so happened to be your waters breaking. “Seriously? You couldn’t have just waited two more days for daddy to get home?” You asked of course fully knowing that the baby couldn’t hear you and you definitely couldn’t control this. But it was still awful timing for this little baby girl.

It was a struggle, but after around 10 minutes you’d managed to call your mother who of course got you to the hospital in record time. Which was why you were currently sitting in a very surprisingly comfortable private hospital bed with your phone pressed to your ear as you continued to try and get in contact with your beloved fiancé. But unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried he just wasn’t answering. “I’m not doing this without Jake! I’m not doing this” you spoke breathlessly as you pathetically attempted to stop yourself from pushing, too afraid of your fiancé missing the moment that he’d been waiting for this entire pregnancy. But unfortunately it was too late you were already pushing and your heart was thumping way too fast in your chest. Was Jake really about to miss the birth of his very first child? The answer to that was uncertain. Well that was until: “You don’t have a choice Y/n this ba-“ your mother began before being interrupted by a very familiar males voice echoing through the room “Rosie....her name is Rosie... our...baby’s name is Rosie Jensen” it was none other then Jake. He was finally here.

But you were far from impressed right now as you didn’t even bother speaking, you just held out your hand for him. Pulling him closer when he finally took a hold of your hand trying his hardest to sooth you. Well, he tried but nothing was working. So instead he just stood there, squeezing your hand as you pushed with all your might. And after 3 more minutes your little baby Rosie Jensen was born. Well it was safe to say Jensen had made it just in time.

[koko-bopp]

Selfless

mark tuan x male!reader

word count - 1.5K

genre - non idol!au | angst-ish? | fluff | friends to lovers

contains - bisexual!mark, unrequited love?, self-doubt, happy ending.

I also had to change the ending upon the request, I just didn't know how I was going realistically paint the ending so I had to cut out the last part. Seoyoon wasn’t emotionally harmed in the making of this fic.

synopsis - You care for your friends more than anything, so when your best friend asks you to ask out Mark Tuan on her behalf, you do just that, because she’s your best friend; even if you have one big crush on Mark Tuan. Maybe you’re just too selfless sometimes/

"Seoyoon," you frowned. It was more of a pout with a whine, but you continued, "Why can't you do it?"

"Awe! C'mon, please, just think of it as a favour," Seoyoon begged, she was holding your hand and shaking it. You guys were at the shopping center, ready to exit the food court with Boba tea and macarons. She stepped in front of you, shaking your hand once again, but literally shaking like shaking a tin, she began pouting harder, “Please, you’re better friends with him than me, can you just ask him if he likes me or something? Initiate something? Pretty please, [Y/N].”

It was kinda funny, you and Seoyoon have been mistaken as a couple more times than you can count, you two once jokingly acted like a couple just to get the discount on Valentine’s day at the pancake parlour. But, Seoyoon has a crush on Mark, and unknown to her, you have a crush on him too.

But you’ve hidden it from her for a while, even though you’ve liked him for much longer, you kinda just ignored that side of your emotions for the sake of your friend. She doesn’t know either, so you don’t have any bad blood for her, it’s just a little bit... inconvenient.. but the friendship you have with the woman matters more to you than some boy; even if it’s Mark Tuan.

You sighed for a moment, blinking away from your friend who was making pleading eye contact with you, “... Yoon, I don’t know, isn’t it a bit weird for me to ask?” 

“Please, [N/N]?" She tried one last time, her blonde hair bouncing as she turned left and right in her spot, the shimmery eyeshadow on her eyelids being more seen as her bangs moved away from her eyes, "I'll buy pizza for our, what? Eighth–?"

"Ninth," You chuckled, interrupting, but ultimately letting her continue.

"Ninth, Haikyuu marathon, okay?" She chimed, brining up her fifth finger, "Pinky promise."

You scoffed with a defeated grin in your face, "Pinky promise," you say, wrapping your pinky finger around hers.

She seemed sufficed with your answer, smiling in glee as she wrapped her arm around yours as you two exited the food court. She rested her head on your shoulder, bringing the straw of her Boba tea to her lips, "Thank you, [Y/N]. I really appreciate it," she added.

"Of course," you said, and she didn't notice the small yet saddened frown on your lips.

-`.°

"Hey, Mark," you grinned, walking into your friend's room. He had his books scattered across his bed a highlighter sitting on his ear and typing away on his phone with a fruit roll-up sticking out from his mouth like a dragon's tongue.

He looked up at you, at first out of curiosity; wondering who was entering his room, then went into panic-mode; to quickly chew and swallow the roll-up while moving the books on his desk. He wasn't expecting you, clearly; you come over to see the guys every so often, but it was close to ten at night, you'd usually let Jaebeom know you're coming over and then Jaebeom would let him know that you're coming over. You probably came on short notice.

You could help but laugh gently at his behaviour, before coming inside and sitting on the space he'd made for you on his bed. He'd even crossed his legs to allow you to take as much room as you wish. He smiled awkwardly, picking up his phone then setting it back down, "What's up? You're, er, do you need something?"

You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Not really, I just wanted to see you."

You two were never really alone together, now that you think about it. Maybe that one time at the bar; you said you'd watch everyone's stuff and Mark had said that he didn't want you to be all by yourself, so you two kind of just enjoyed each other's company. Or maybe that time where Mark was cooking eggs in the kitchen and you'd come up behind him to observe, you'd accidentally slept over during a movie marathon and Mark had told you that you could sleep in his bed; poor boy slept on the couch, you felt so bad.

"You wanted to see me?" Mark repeated, a bit of shock in his voice, "What, like, out of the goodness of your heart?"

You turned to him a bit more, taking your feet off the floor so you were fully facing him, your legs crossed as you shrugged, "I mean, it's a mix between wanting to see you and needing to talk to you.."

Mark blinked for a moment, then leaned in a bit, folding his arms by placing them on his knees, "Ight, go on. I'm all ears."

Why was he so handsome? He wasn't even trying; a simple dull-navy hoodie with sweatpants, he was wearing socks but one of them were slipping off his heel, his hair was a mess— a good mess, like the kind you wanna ruffle more to make it a bigger mess then just comb your hair through it just for fun? There was a scrunchie on his wrist too, Yugyeom probably gave it to him just to get his hair out of his face while he studied.

You realised you were staring, and Mark was looking at you patiently. You fought back at your own snicker your own thoughts. You're doing this for Seoyoon, you told yourself. "Mark, you're single, right?"

Oh my god, the day is finally here, Mark bought himself closer to you, his eyes bright in anticipation, "Yes. Yes, I am."

You gulped. This is for your best friend, you reminded yourself, "Are you.. interested in anyone right now?" You asked.

Mark grinned, "Yes. Yes, I am."

"Oh," you mumble. Your heart kind of sank a little. Of course he did, there's probably a dozen people out there worth his time. Maybe it's still worth a shot, though, "You do? You do. I mean, of course you do, you're a catch, somebody would've definitely have caught your interest—"

Mark moved his head a little, making a stretched-out version of the sound you make when you burn yourself, practically correcting your claim, but ultimately interrupting you, "—Yeah, well, this person; I gotta tell you. Immaculate. Everything I could hope for in a human."

"Mark," you said, the little ping of sadness in your voice being noticed by yourself, but you were hoping it wasn't noticed by the man in front of you. "This is stupid," You mumble out loud, but to yourself. Part of you knew you probably wouldn't have been able to do this anyway, but you tried your best and you knew Seoyoon would understand. You stand up, indicating your aim to leave, but turn to Mark before you do so, "..Sorry.. I should go."

"[Y/N], hold on a second, why– what's wrong?" Mark gets up too, verbally stopping you from exiting the room.

You cross your arms over your cheat, looking down at the floor. You were hesitant to talk, but you felt Mark ease his way closer to you, a comfortable distance but you wouldn't mind if he came closer.

This isn't about me, you reminded yourself. You huff, "Seoyoon has a crush on you, and you know, me being a bit closer to you than her, I just wanted to know if maybe you're interested in her."

Mark's expression dropped. He was practically frowning at the answer, it wasn't what he was looking for. Sure, he admired Seoyoon, respected her as an individual and would even call her his friend, but your answer wasn't what he was looking for. Mark finally spoke; "You don't.. You don't like me?"

Your eyes shot up, "What? No, of course I like you, you're a great guy and–"

"—I mean, like-like. You don't have a crush on me?"

You paused, "I'm not here for me, Mark."

"Okay. But I like you, [Y/N]. I've literally liked you for so long," Mark asserted. He really did, and it disappointed him beyond belief when you revealed your intentions, "I thought that maybe you were here to say that you like me too.."

You were suprised without a doubt, but you didn’t feel as though it was right to express your honest thoughts, part of you told you that you’d be selfish by doing so. 

Mark took another step forward, taking your hands out of the fold, holding them softly while leaning his head down a bit to get you to look at him properly, “Stop being so selfless for a second. Just.. tell me; do you like me too?” 

You nodded, still trying to avoid looking at him, “Yeah. I like you too,” It was just above a whisper, but you knew Mark could hear it. 

“I’ll talk to Seoyoon, [Y/N]. She’ll understand. Seoyoon’s passionate, but she puts you before herself too,” Mark suggests and explains. He’s not wrong either. Mark placed a finger under your chin, lifting your head up to have you lock eyes with him. “I like you, [Y/N].”

You smiled softly at Mark, caressing your thumb on his hand, “I like you too.”

[enby-crisis]

Wish I was (Dolores) Five x reader

Summary: You knew Five as a kid but when he left it felt like your life was on pause. When he comes back to stop the apocalypse you wake up as your thirteen year old self and seek the academy out

Word Count:1396

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

1994 April (five years old) You sat under the dogwood tree in your front yard. You were reading a book about flowers and their meanings. Flowers were your friends. No one wanted to hang out with a freak who could grow plants the way you do. It was getting late and with the setting sun, cold. Shivering in your overalls, you pause to think about weather you should go in. Your mother hasn't called you in yet and you wanted to read as much as you could before bed so you stiff it out, knowing she'd make you stay inside if you went back in. There was a strange sound followed by footsteps in the grass behind you. Startled you drop your book and half-spin to peer behind your tree to see a school boy fixing his tie as he looked around your yard. "Hello? My name is (Y/n). What your name?" You ask. You have never seen this kid before but maybe he was new and didn't know about the rumors surrounding your name yet. "Five." He blankly stated. "Five? Like the number?" You question. "Yes like the number." He glanced at your book, "Plants?" "Oh.. um yeah I like plants. I actually really like flowers." You say, hiding the book under your leg.  You were not in a hurry to tell him you could spontaneously grow plants out of the palm of your hand. "Well gotta do something in this shithole huh girly?" He noted. "That is not a very nice word." You pout. "You would be right. It's not a very nice word. So don't say it." The boy studied you. "Wanna see something cool?" He asked. You nodded shyly at him. "Yeah." He held his hand out to you and you stood to take it. The second you grabbed his hand he pulled you up and you were across the street from where you stood. You cleared your blurry vision before focusing on Five. "How did you...?" "I can teleport. It's how I ended up at your house. I wanted to see how far I could go." He explained. "I can do something cool too." You rub your face with one hand and drew his attention to the other where a blue tulip blossomed from your palm. "Here you can keep it. I promise it won't die." Five plucked it and smirked at you. "What does it mean?" You smile, "Trust." 1999 December(Ten years old) You sat in the grass, cold but content with looking at the stars. With your mom at work and your babysitter asleep, it was a perfect night to freeze to death trying to find peace in the sky. Until a blue flash of light brought your attention to the previously empty space in front of you. A space where now a smug looking boy in a "private school" uniform stood with his hands pushed in his pockets. "You should be asleep." Five states the obvious. "You should be at the academy reading German or something." You huff in retaliation. Five sighs, pulling his hand out of his pockets and takes his blazer off. He drapes it over you before sitting beside you. You give him a strange look. He shrugs, "I think it looks better on you." You smile to yourself, "Thank you. But why are you here? It's too late for either of us to be up." "Heh you caught me." Five rubs his hands together. "I wanted to run an idea by you." "Okay." You hum. "Do you think I can time travel?" Five asked. "I don't know. I think the real question is do you think you can time travel? Because I didn't know I could do half the thing I could do until I tried." You share. "I think I can but Reginald won't let me try." He pouts. "If you think you can then try. Why?Do you need the old man's approval for everything?" You smile at him. Five jumps up. "You're right. I won't know unless I just do it." You follow him up, "Well when you get to the future come here. To this tree, I'll leave you a present." Five holds his hand out and you hand him back the blazer before he dissipates in a flash of blue. 2019 March (30 years old.) Waking up as a younger version of yourself was not how you planed on spending your day off. You looked like a preteen. Again. After your small fit of angry though, you cleared your head enough to know what step to take next. It was about time you pay a visit to the Umbrella Academy. You researched it on the train back to Texas. It took almost a day to go back home. Once you figured out where the academy was, you walked from the train station to the academy. You braced yourself and knocked then quickly looked down at your vans when the door opened. "Um excuse me can you-" You begin. "(Y/n)?" You hear a male voice say. You look up to see a familiar young boy. "Five?" A million things ran though your head. You had to fight the urge to punch him. But you also had to fight the urge to kiss him. You always loved this boy. Always. Even when he left you to dry when you were teens. You didn't give him that flower for nothing. You though "soulmates" would be pushing it but he was your one and only love. Your blood boils at all the times you tried to date other boys only to be left again and again and this boy was the root of all of that. "Long time no see. You look terrible. Want a margarita?" He quipped, holding up his own alcoholic beverage. This stupid pre-adolescent boy had the audacity to make this a joke. You were not amused. "Five I haven't seen you in almost twenty years and the first time I do see you, you look exactly like you did the night you left- the night you left me. And of course you did something else to ruin my life so I am only going to ask you this one time okay? Why am I twelve?" You rant. "Um long story short? Because I am. Also you're thirteen. Not twelve." Five holds the door open for you and you push past him.

You have never been to the academy before but what you saw wasn't what you expected. From all the stories Five told you when you were kids you expected a boarding school or a prison but this was a house. A home. 

"Dolores this is (Y/n)." Pause. "Yeah from when I was a kid." Another pause. 

"Shut up, you're embarrassing me." Five said with a blush.

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" You jeered.

Five pointed to the bar where half of a mannequin in a poke-a-dotted shirt sat holding a half melted margarita. "You've got to be kidding me." You sigh, " you left me to live with a doll for twenty years? You know what? Screw you Five. I'm done." You spin on your heels toward the door to leave.

"I got the flower!" Five half-shouted as he pulled your arm to stop you.

You turn back to face him, absolutely shocked that he had remembered a conversation you had two whole years before he got the courage to time travel.

He reached into the pocket of his blazer and pulls out the Forget-me-knot bloom you had planted a year after he disappeared.

"I know what this one means too. And-and I never forgot you either. I'm so sorry I left the way I did. You deserved some kind of warning and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before you left but I love you. I really actually love you and when I I grew up in a future where you weren't there and I think I fixed it. You look like you did the day I left because you're tied to me. This is our second chance. My second chance. If you'll let me have it. There was not a day in my 45 years that I didn't regret leaving without you. I know I can't ever make it up to you but let me try. Please." He confessed.

You smiled, "Okay Five."

@rainbowunicorn763​

[neon-junkie]

Spit It Out - Female Version

Summary: The Van Der Linde Gang captured you up in the snowy mountains of the Grizzlies. You’re now tied to a tree, thurver south, being threatened multiple times a day for information but you haven’t got anything to give. Until a blonde man appears and gets you talking with just the use of his fingers.

Pairing: Micah Bell x f!Reader

Word Count: 2049

Rating: NSFW

Tags: 'Torture’, Slight humiliation, Fingering, Dirty talking, Hickeys. 

Notes: Basically inspired by the idea of you replacing Kieran (sorry Kieran i love u lots.) And ofc, rat man had to be involved. 

MALE VERSION

"Well well well, look what we've got here." You were captured by Dutch's gang a week back, the lot of them keeping you captive in hopes of spilling some form of information out of you. Unfortunately for them, you didn't have much to tell. You'd accepted that this was a death sentence the second that Morgan man managed to lasso you off your horse. And now here you are, cold and starving, tied to what's left of a tree near a cliff south of Valentine.

It's the dead of night and you're unable to sleep. You've seen the odd person walk past on guard duty but they don't bother you much, barely even noticing your presence.

The camps dark where you are, no lanterns nearby, giving this man the perfect opportunity to sneak up on you.

This blonde man had been eyeing you up the last week, watching you from afar, studying you maybe? The camp didn't seem to like him much, tutting and shushing him whenever he opened his mouth. He appeared to prey on the weaker members of the camp, so that'd explain why he's approached you.

His eyes are glued to you as he comes into your line of sight. You want to be scared but your guts not telling you to. Something feels... odd about him.

"You may not wanna talk for the others, but I have my ways in makin' pretty women like you talk."

Oh, here we go. He's another member of the camp hoping to squeeze some information out of you to impress their leader. You'd had a few of them approach you, threatening you in their own way but you told the same story to everyone. You weren't going to treat this man any different.

"I can tell you're hidin' something. Come on, spit it out," He instructs you.

"I've already told you lot over and over. I don't know shit," you sigh.

"Suuuuuure you don't," he shakes his head, stopping in front of you. "These men clearly ain't been torturing you right," he says as he rests his hands on his gunbelt.

"Torturing?" you question.

Sure, you'd received countless death threats, along with threats of actual torture, but nobody had brought any harm to you. Why would this man decide to harm you now? In the dead of night? All he'd do is wake the others up. Idiot.

"Now, not in the way you're thinkin'," the ratty looking man explains, raising his hands up innocently. "Like I said, I've got my own personal ways of makin' pretty women talk."

The stranger takes a step closer to you, bridging the gap. His eyes are staring into yours, but your gaze moves down as he begins to undo the buttons on your pants, slowly moving them down to your thighs, leaving you exposed.

Surely this man wasn't going to force anything? If he was, you could just start screaming, and you were certain the camp would chuck him off the cliff for doing such a thing. He clearly wasn't else he would have at least made an attempt to cover your mouth before initiating this.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he orders you. Your gaze moves back to him, though you'd much rather be watching where his hand is going.

You soon find out when you feel his rough finger slowly glide over your slit, chuckling to himself as he feels the slight dampness to your folds. He rubs small, slow circles over your clit, pressing firmly but not enough to make you squirm.

He knows he's getting to you from the sharp exhale you let out. He watches you closely, your eyes flicking from his hand to him. Eventually, a finger finds its way slowly sliding inside of you.

His mouth parts as you let out a mix between a sigh and a moan. "Good girl," he praises.

You have no idea where this is heading. Why would this man show you pleasure when all he wants is information? Maybe he gets off on this? Maybe he's trying to break you down so you'll let some information slip out? Maybe he's just prepping you so he can slip his cock inside?

"When are you gonna tell us what we wanna hear?" he asks. Ugh, not this again.

"How many times have I gotta say it? I don't know shit," you sigh, shaking your head a little.

"That so?" he asks, sliding his finger out half way so another can slide in alongside it. You moan as he pushes his fingers knuckle deep, lightly chucking, enjoying the way your mouth falls open.

Is this meant to be torture? Isn't torture meant to be painful? Maybe this man picked up the wrong memo.

He picks up his pace, clearly enjoying the way you're squirming for him. You can't help but moan as his fingers move at just the right angle, brushing against that soft spot inside of you.

"Keep quiet, doll. Unless you want the rest of the camp to wake up and find you squirmin' on my fingers," he threatens, speaking quietly into your ear with his rough voice.

You try your best to keep the volume down, biting your lip and tongue. It's hard, he's far too good.

"Bet Colm's real proud of ya. I ain't too sure why he'd have a woman in his gang. His own pleasure, maybe?" He questions you. All you can do is shake your head in disagreement, eyes meeting his. He studies your expression, hungrily watching you attempt to hold back on your moans.

"You a fighter then?" He askes. You shake your head in disagreement again, finally managing to speak through your moans.

"I just work in the stables," you tell him. "Bottom of the ladder."

The man lets out a long laugh, his other hand coming to rest on the tree trunk above your head, looking down at you with a feral gaze.

"We're in need of a camp whore, and you seem like a suitable fit," he tells you. His fingers pick up the pace. You can hear the sound of your own juices, making that squelchy sound every time he thrusts his fingers into you.

He fucks you for a little longer, never taking his gaze off you. You can't really see his face from under the brim of his hat, but you can feel his eyes on you.

All of a sudden, he pulls out of you. "That's enough," he says.

"What? What're you doin'?" you sigh, your cunt aching for more.

"If you ain't got nothin' to give then why should I bother?" He shrugs. He's got a point.

You pause for a few moments, trying to think of anything. Anything! The only thing that comes to mind is a hideout that Colm often uses, not too far from here. It's not much but it's better than nothing.

"I got somethin' I can tell you... It ain't much but it's somethin'," you beg.

"And you promise to tell us the next time we ask for it?" He threatens. You nod as you bite your lip. He lets out a deep breath, eyes meeting yours as he decides on what to do. "Fine, I'll finish you off, but you gotta make one more deal with me, alright?"

"Go on," you sigh, his fingers brushing back over your entrance, rubbing over your clit every so often but not hard enough to give you the pleasure you're aching for. His other hand moves off the tree to cup your cheeks, squeezing them together lightly in a slightly humiliating way. He holds your head still as he talks down to you.

"When you cum, you gotta call me by my name, alright? I want you to thank me, Micah Bell, for lettin' you cum on my fingers. And if this lot decide to keep you, then you'll be my personal whore. Mine only. You got that?"

"That was two deals," you correct him. He rolls his eyes at you.

"I don't care! You goin' through with it or not?" He grunts.

"Yes... Micah," you nod at the same time. A wicked grin creeps across Micahs face as he lets out another long laugh, his voice kept somewhat quiet to not alert the others.

"Good. Real good. Guess I'll keep to my side of the bargain then," Micah replies as he finally slides his fingers back in, picking up from where he left you off.

You can feel your knees attempting to collapse, forcing yourself upright as Micah fucks his fingers into you. He knows exactly what he's doing, moving his hand off your cheeks to rest above your head once more.

Micah's really close to you. You can feel his breaths hitting your skin, the curve of his belly pressed against your hips. His eyes glide down from your face to admire the skin that's peeking out from your shirt, noticing your nipples pressed against the fabric.

You can't hold on any longer. Your head falls forward to lean on Micah's shoulder, panting heavily against the leather of his coat. He seems to enjoy seeing you fall apart, chuckling softly as he continues fingering you. Micah's thumb finds your clit again and your body decides that that's the final straw.

"Shit, oh! Micah!" You moan against him. Micah moves his arm from the tree trunk to lift your head off his shoulder, keeping your head pressed back against the trunk as his hand settles around your throat.

He's clearly done this before, choking you perfectly. A rush of blood hits your temples just as your orgasm hits you, forcing you to shut your eyes as you moan a little louder than you wanted to.

"Micah! Oh, fuck! Oh thank you Mister Bell," you sigh as you cum. He milks you a little bit, loving your over-sensitivity and the way your body shakes every time his thumb rubs over your clit.

"That's real good, darlin'," Micah praises you, eventually slipping his fingers out. "You hungry?" He asks, lightening the pressure of his hand on your throat but not moving it away.

You know exactly what Micah wants you to do. You open your mouth, your tongue sticking out slightly. Micah feels his cock twitch, grinning as he slides his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck your own juices off him.

Micah lets go of your throat, tilting your head to the side so he can mark you as his own. His fingers remain in your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your tongue running in between them.

Micah bite's down on your neck. Hard. He chuckles as he hears you whimper, sucking as your skin, his mustache scraping against it. He leaves a large hickey on the side of your neck, high enough to not be hidden by the collar of your shirt. As Micah moves away, his mustache scrapes over the mark, making you whimper once more. Each of the hairs feeling like tiny cat scratches against that sensitive area.

"Now they're gonna know you're all mine," Micah tells you as he pulls his fingers out from your mouth. He wipes them off on his pants before buttoning yours back up.

"You've done good, girl. I'll let Dutch know that you're ready to talk. You better have that pussy ready for me cause as soon as you've proven your worth, I'm gonna be all over you," Micah tells you.

"Yes, Mister Bell," you respond, eyes meeting his.

"Mhmm. I enjoy you callin' me that far too much," Micah speaks slowly, emphasizing how much he enjoys it. "Shame I can't use your pretty holes right now. I'm aching to pump my load inside of ya." Micah moves his hand to your jaw, tilting your head to the side to admire his mark, the skin slowly turning purple.

"I could stand here and gaze at that all night," Micah chuckles. "You be good now, girl. Be ready to talk."

"Of course, Mister Bell."

Micah gives you one last look before heading off into the night, disappearing through the trees of the camp, probably going to let off some steam. Your head rolls back to lie against the trunk, overlooking the camp, distracted by the aching feeling on your neck.

What have you gotten yourself into?

[kinkymagnus]

Hi! Love your stories!! <3

I just wanna start with I am not transphobic (I know it sounds cliche...) but I am just curious about fanfic authors who write Magnus as trans.

Most of the time I shy away from trans!Magnus fics because for me its hard to picture it when he is male and when I try to read a fic I will get thrown off once I read sex scenes. I love your stories of sub!Magnus (let's be real there is no other kind <3).

I am always afraid to ask (hence the anon ask) cause most of the time anyone who loves trans!Magnus will get really defensive and start getting really mean when it's a general question or opinion and I just wanted to get your take on it.

hm ok. well. i really don’t love the wording of this question. but i like to try and take questions like this that i think are more borne of ignorance than malice and like, engage with them. i don’t think i’m morally obligated to, though, and people you may have said something like this to and reacted negatively, well, i don’t blame them at all. i’m not exactly feeling sunshine and roses about it, either. 

under the cut bc this is long

first: starting with “i’m not transphobic, but--” isn’t cliche, it’s a sign of someone knowing they’re about to say something transphobic. or trying to excuse themselves and distance themselves from any blame. and so on. it’s not like “oh everyone says that” it’s “i read that and immediately know i’m about to put up with some bullSHIT.” like, the fact you put that little disclaimer there means you KNOW IT NEEDS ONE. 

second: “it is hard to picture if when he is male” hm. ok. so. right here you’re assuming trans men =/= male. magnus having a vagina = not man. that’s very much being transphobic.

but let’s give the benefit of the doubt. let’s say you didn’t mean it like that. you might be confused just because you’re so used to cis male magnus, it feels off when someone suddenly describes something that doesn’t fit what you’re used to. it’s like when i read a fic and it mentions magnus’s dick or whatever, and i’m always surprised, and find it hard to picture, because at this point, i’m so used to trans magnus that way i write it. or it might be even something like... 

ok, here’s a weirdly specific example. i read the alex rider books as a kid, and there’s a character who is described as white and red-headed. in the recent tv adaptation, she’s a black woman with long dark curls. i’ve never been good at imagining characters in my head when its just books, so the imagery i’ve attached to this character is the tv show version of her. so now, if i go back and reread the books or read fanfiction for alex rider, every time they mention her red hair or something that makes it clear she’s not black, i’m a little startled, before i remember, oh yeah, originally, she was a redheaded white chick.

so let’s say that’s more the feeling you’re getting: you’re so used to cis magnus, seeing trans magnus is a little moment of surprise. 

........so what?

your options here are:

don’t read it and be quiet if it bothers you so much

keep reading and deal with the surprise i mean is it really that bad to have a momentary “oh yeah lol” moment? and you might even stop being surprised eventually if you get used to it lmao

i don’t think it’s a big deal to be a bit thrown off when you remember that this person’s version of magnus doesn’t have a dick or whatever. but that’s kind of something to keep to yourself. read it or don’t, but there’s nothing wrong with it. it’s not weird, it doesn’t make magnus less male, and if you don’t like it, don’t read it.  

also, you say “i’m afraid to ask” but come to think of it, you haven’t actually.... asked a question. just “like your fics. im not transphobic BUT... trans magnus is weird because i can forget he’s supposed to be trans until the sex scenes, and then it throws me off because he’s supposed to be Male. it’s weird. i love sub magnus. i’m afraid to ask because trans magnus fans are mean and defensive when you say lightly transphobic things. what’s your take?” 

i mean, is the question the whole “i’m curious about fic authors wrote magnus as trans”? like, what about us? most of us are trans and we love magnus???? idk what you want to know buddy? why people would EVER headcanon magnus as not cis? like, there are lots of reasons for that one being he literally could not possibly be our definition of the western cis male given that he was born like 4+ centuries ago on an entirely different continent . like, really, if you want to know why we headcanon him as trans i’m sure you could read through our blogs and find a bunch of shit 

and anyway it’s like, ok, 1. trans magnus isn’t just about the sex, but that’s a lesser issue.

2. again, no question being asked here beyond a general “what’s your take on this” (this being....”trans magnus weird”? or “trans magnus fic authors...thots?”?)

3. finally to get tho the last part of hmm yikes wording is the “anyone who loves trans!Magnus will get really defensive and start getting really mean”. the word choice here sure does say a lot. 

“defensive” and “mean”. if you’re going up to them and saying “trans magnus confuses me during sex scenes because he’s male!” then yeah, people might get a little upset. and defensive? either a) implies you’re on the offensive, or b) implies they’re like, guilty somehow, they’re being defensive and cagey. 

like, coming out with some casual transphobia or whatever and then playing the victim when people are offended and react....not cool

and just... look. calling someone out for being transphobic isn’t being mean or a bully. and no one’s saying you have to like trans magnus, no one’s holding a gun to your head and making you read our posts and fics. but if you’re going to read our posts and fics, don’t be a dick about it. 

and genuinely, like, i know i’ve focused on the bad here, but like, thank you, i’m glad you like my stories, and hell yeah sub magnus rights. and i don’t think you’re like a bad person or someone trying to be malicious and hateful or something, but like.... my dude PLEASE think about this shit and how you’re wording things like. jesus 

i think the highlights here are 

yes trans man = man

man with vagina = still a man

trans magnus having sex via a cis man’s penis in his vagina = gay sex between two males

people might get defensive or “mean” if you say things to them that are kinda transphobic and that’s understandable. they aren’t aggressors or your enemies for reacting like this.

no one is forcing you to like or read trans magnus content, it’s okay if you don’t, but if so just don’t, you don’t gotta say anything just don’t read it 

there are lots of reasons someone might headcanon magnus as trans 

and headcanoning him as trans isn’t weird, gross, or wrong in any way

honestly headcanoning him as cis makes less sense but that’s another talk

also saying “im not transphobic but--” doesn’t absolve you of any transphobia following it 

[idk-and-idc-period]

So, ummmmm.... Problem....

I need voice actors... male ones, for the quest crew???

So I was thinking of holding an audition, like u know, I give u lines to say as a chosen character, and we see the magic from there!

When I post this, if any of u inky-quest-fans out there see this, I recommend u spread the word and/or try it out for yourself, (mostly recommend boys, if u have a close friend that is a boy or a bf {relationship/friendship wise} ask em if they will be happy to do this... IM NERVOUS MAN!!!)

RULES:

1. Good Microphone Quality - We want people to understand the dialogue and the quality to be clear making it look like it is professionally done

2. Great Acting Skills - If u MAGICALLY end up with a character such as Bendy, u gotta be able to voice his ink epsiode to make it more believable, get what I mean? His suffering and all. Not cracking up here and there constantly

3. Timing, Character and Role - When voicing chosen character, E.G. Felix, u gotta be excited, determined, u know, Felix's qualities, be like Susie Campbell in Bendy and the Ink Machine, Susie is really attached to her character as Alice and feels connected to her, for ur chosen character, do the same, act as if THEY are YOU and that YOU are THEM!

Got em?

Here imma mention the expectation of each character, either if the voice actor is close to that expected voice or better version ur something

Bendy - Just plz watch this and focus on the blonde that screams, maybe a voice close to him... There are SO many similarities... https://youtu.be/V3kmafm9bqA

Boris - And for Boris, his voice is gonna be the kid stuck in the giant metal suit that u see in the video, 12 year old, cuz yea...

Cuphead - I'm sorry Hailey, but he is 23 and that voice sounds like he is a teen, so I prefer a voice like this guy with the pink hair, Cuphead and Natsu are assholes, stupid and amazing

https://youtu.be/W2pN9lPLYZk

Mugman - Mugman can be similar but a younger version voice? Get what I mean?

Felix - Felix can sound like his old self from... https://youtu.be/m0LNYKEUjy4

Just skip to the part where he actually talks....

Alice - Calling all the girls, sound as cute as u possibly can but stupid at the same time, u got the job, ESPECIALLY the puns :3

Cala Maria - I hope hailey senpai will answer me, cuz I think she will make a beautiful mermaid :)

Fanny - Hmmmm....

https://youtu.be/ihffXZ2wvJs

Can this Crazy red hair lady be the voice for fanny? Cuz I can totally see some magic come up here... fanny will have an important role that I will assign her >:)

Mickey - ME!!! Cuz I'm good with voice impression :)

The rest will come up when needed

The voices do not have to be exact, but can be similar or very different, but as long it suits the character

If u wanna audition private chat me or email me

brindademon98@gmail.com

And I will lend u some lines, a character and a role

GOOD LUCK!!!!

[laylacooke]

Enter the Werewolf || Miles & Layla

timing: Towards the end of July. parties: @ofmyownpack & @laylacooke summary: Miles and Layla have a training sesh that doesn’t go quite as planned.

She had googled the address on her phone and knowing that Indy was just fine with Ulf, Layla had decided to set out to Miles’ house for their overdue training session. It hadn’t taken her too long to get there. And when she arrived, she could already smell his scent from outside the house. Walking up to his front door, she knocked softly and waited. The last time she had seen Miles had been at the birthday party, but they hadn’t spoken. In fact, she hadn’t spoken to many people that night. But that was in the past, and today, she was here to learn and to grow in her skills as a werewolf.

Duke gave a couple of alert barks that someone was at the door but quietened as soon as Miles gave a firm ‘thank you’. He’d been expecting Layla, but you still couldn’t be too careful with all the hunters around, so Miles paid close attention to his senses as he approached the door, confirming the scent of the person outside before opening it to let her in. “Hey, how’s it going?” Duke got up to sniff too, greeting Layla politely. “Did you wanna talk about what you’re having trouble with? I got water or soda too if you want something to drink…”

Layla heard the barks from the dog residing just inside Miles’ house, and it wasn’t long before the door was open, and she was being greeted by the man and his dog. She hadn’t interacted with Miles much before this but knowing he could teach her things that she had yet to experience and learn was important, “Hey, Miles!” Seeing Duke come towards her, she smiled, “Hey Buddy. Who are you?” His question had drawn her attention from the dog, “Well, I guess I just want to be better and more capable of escaping, if I ever get into a situation that I might not be able to get out of. Luke had mentioned parkour. And maybe self-defense. I got caught by a vampire a while back, and luckily someone was there to save me, but I guess I’m just really lacking in knowing how to escape. And, uh, maybe water for later? Thanks.” She chewed on her bottom lip. She felt awkward bothering Miles, knowing their initial interaction hadn’t been the best during the Wolf Pack meeting, but she had hoped this would give them something to bond over.

Capable of escaping. Oof. That was never a nice thing to hear. It struck Miles with the gravity and reality of their situation; that there were those who would cage them at best and kill them at worse. “Parkour?” Miles gave a friendly chuckle. “Course his lil skinny ass would mention that. I never done anything like that myself, but I know how to run, and I know how to fight.” Miles ushered her fully inside, closing the door behind her and locking it for good measure. Couldn’t be too careful with everything going on. He took a couple bottles of water out of the fridge and headed downstairs with her, into the soundproofed and extra-reinforced basement. There was a bunch of workout equipment and mats around, but the gym wasn’t exactly the basement’s primary use. 

“You can’t just lock yourself up every full moon or the wolf’ll go crazy, but I use this place for some transformations. We can train here for a bit before we start using the trees.” Miles positioned himself in front of her on one of the big, open areas of the basement. “Pretend I’m coming at you. Show me what you’d do.” 

So, parkour was out of the question, but probably for the best. And if it really came down to it, Layla could always use the flips and things she’d learned as a cheerleader. She would make that skill come in handy somehow. “Running and fighting is probably better anyways. Plus, I was a cheerleader for almost five years. I can figure something out.”

She followed Miles through the house and down to his basement. Seeing how well prepared and reinforced everything seemed to be made her feel safe. If hunters, besides Kaden and Rio, were ever after her, she knew exactly where she’d probably go. “I...I learned that the hard way.” She didn’t want to get into it considering it was one of the many reasons she had let the fidget spinner take control of her life, “I went running with Ulf and Ari on the last full moon, and I think it helped.” There had been plenty of times before she had even made it to White Crest that she was sure she had changed and ran free, but she couldn’t remember it. Her mind had blocked it all leaving her in the dark about more than she probably ever needed to know. However, his request brought her back to the mission at hand; defense training, “Uh...okay. Well normally I just run, but when I’m scared my claws come out and my fangs, sometimes. I think my eyes change color too, but I’m not sure.” She hadn’t felt threatened or any sense of heightened emotion, so forcing the minor changes in herself, the tricks she had picked up when she was hypnotized, wasn’t working for her now.

"You were a cheerleader?" Miles asked. "That's cool. It's got a lot of the same skills as being a gymnast, right? Like you gotta be agile and flexible. That could come in handy for getting out of tight spots." He wasn't exactly the best-placed person to teach her how to adapt her cheerleading skills to lycanthropy, but he knew it was possible. Better for her to focus on something she already knew. 

"That's good," he answered as she spoke about Ulfric and Ari. "Having someone with you is usually safer. That way if you get into trouble or lose control, you've got backup. Or someone to put you in check." He nodded, chewing the inside of his lip. "Okay, what you're talking about is involuntary transformations. Full disclosure, I was born a wolf, so it's nowhere near as bad for me, but we can work on it, if you want. You gotta get worked up though. It's tough to simulate that terror response."

“For my entire high school career. Even went to nationals at Disney World.” Layla laughed thinking back at that weekend. It was one of the highlights of her short life, especially considering her parents had let her go. Werewolf hunter training had taken precedence over most of her childhood and teenage years, so being able to feel normal for once had meant something more to her than most people her age. “And you’re right. You do. I could always show you a few things if you wanted me to.” She smiled. Maybe a Werewolf Cheerleading class was something she could offer up for her wolfy friends.

“I don’t know what I’d do without Ulfric and Ari.” She was grateful for their friendship. She had done a poor job of showing it, but she was working on making it up to both of them. “Involuntary changes. That’s what Ulf called it. He told me to be careful when that happens, and that it was the reason not chaining yourself on a full moon was important, so you don’t lose control before that time during the month.” Layla was wanting to take every step she could to keep everyone around her safe and to be a more aware and better version of herself, including the animalistic part of her being. “I just want to become a Zen wolf okay? I know I’m never going to be able to control myself quite as much as you, Luke, Ari, Ulf, and all the other born wolves, but I just want to be able to find peace with what I am and be the best version of a bitten wolf that I can be without being a threat to anyone around me.”

"They have cheerleading contests at Disney World?" Miles asked, flabbergasted. Sometimes the world beyond White Crest amazed him. He couldn't even picture how that would look. "I think I'm too heavy and bulky for cheerleading, unless I was the guy on the bottom of the pyramid or something," he chuckled. "I'd love to see what you got though." 

He nodded as she spoke about Ulf and Ari. "We're built to have community around us. A pack. Ours might not be the most strictly structured, but we're there for each other, right? That's what counts." A Zen wolf. Now that was a hell of a thought. "Winn's a bitten wolf, ain't he?" Miles pondered. "He has decent control. Not... great, but he's got some practice under his belt. Maybe you'll never be able to do it quite the same way, but we can work on it."

“That they do. It’s like a really big deal, too.” Layla laughed when he mentioned being a cheerleader. “We had some guys who were really good. I think a few of them might have gotten scholarships, too.” She smiled thinking back on the day her friends from cheer had found out, but the smile soon faded with the reality of her situation. Thankfully Miles’ request pulled her from her own thoughts, “Uh, yeah. Sure.” It had been a while, and she was probably a little rusty, but it would give her something to show him when they started training.

“Yeah, we’re like the Island of Misfit Toys from Rudolph. But I guess it’s still a pretty special thing, right? To be able to have a pack?” It was one thing she had longed for after being shunned for so long by the wolves she had encountered before coming far enough North that most people didn’t know about her family and their legacy, “I think so, yeah. Is it true? What they say about the transformation, that it’s always going to be more painful for bitten wolves than born wolves?” She didn’t know if Miles knew the answer, but she had to ask.

“Well, good for them,” Miles answered with a casual smile as she mentioned the male cheerleaders. “Fuck gender roles. Do what makes you happy.” But that wasn’t really the topic at hand. With the threat in White Crest currently at an all-time high for wolves, Layla needed all the help and support she could get. “Yeah,” he answered sadly as she asked about the transformation. “Bitten wolves never have it quite the same as born ones, but that doesn’t mean you can’t live a perfectly happy life, okay?”

He brought her to the center of the room, making sure she was ready before getting in position to spar with her. He couldn’t exactly go full send with a teenager, but he wanted to test her reactions, see how her instincts were, see if he could make her inner wolf come out. Only then could he teach her how to stop it. 

“Right? I’m pretty sure they’re living it up right now.” Layla could only assume, but she was still happy for her friends from back home, nonetheless. Miles’ news for her wasn’t so pleasant though. In fact, it brought her mood down even more knowing there would never be any relief in sight. She was doomed to feel the same excruciating pain repeatedly every month for the rest of her life, “I guess.”

Following him to the middle of the room, she knew whatever was about to happen was what the older wolf was preparing for. She could already feel her heart beating a little harder and faster just at the sense of him preparing to attack her. She didn’t know how or when he would start, but she already knew her wolf senses and skittishness were kicking in. After being out on her own for quite some time, fight or flight was something she automatically resorted to in situations instead of thinking logically about things. She could remember the day Ariana had found her in a dumpster in town, and the first thing she did was growl; the feeling of being able to take the smaller girl something she felt quite confident in. However, with Miles, it would be a different story.

It wasn’t the ideal situation. Miles was terrified of hurting her, but he buried that so he could focus on what had to be done. Layla wasn’t going to get through this if someone didn’t push her. He started sparring with her, giving little test jabs to test her response, seeing if she could block him. “Try harder,” he said, voice firm but fair. “Focus.” Another little jab, and another. He danced around her like they were in a boxing match.

When they started, Layla hadn’t expected the jabs so soon. The first one caught her off guard, but she soon started to catch on. She was a little rusty from having been out of training mode for so long, but as soon as she got the rhythm, she was blocking him left and right; her mind instantly going back to doing stuff like this with her father. However, he wasn’t fair. He had just been firm with her and a lot rougher. Putting on a concealer to hide bruises had become an everyday thing for her.

As Layla started to get into the sparring, Miles upped his game, moving quicker and making his movements more unpredictable. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to push, just enough to get her to react, to get the wolf in her to come out. 

Layla somehow managed to keep up, even though she could tell things were getting harder. She didn’t like fighting. It went against everything she believed in, and one of the only fights she had been in had been with Ariana, under the influence of a cursed fidget spinner. Every other altercation had been one sided with an outcome of leaving her injured or nearly left for dead.

Miles increased his speed and intensity, letting the wolf lead him. A guttural growl left his lips as he fought her, landing a few solid blows then grabbing her shoulders and pushing her into the wall, pinning her there. “Fight. Back.” 

Layla didn’t expect to be pinned and when it happened, it took her back to the night she was bitten. Flashbacks held her paralyzed. What started out as something that was supposed to help her become a better wolf, left her on the floor begging for him not to hurt her, “Please stop! STOP!” She cowered in fear as tears seeped from the sides of her eyes. What she had hoped would happen, didn’t. No self-defense. No wolfing out. Just a reminder of what she had become.

Pushing him off her with her own wolf strength, she crawled over to a wall to catch her breath. Any other time and her claws were out, eyes golden, and teeth ready to rip, but any other time hadn’t been with another werewolf (aside from Ariana, when Layla wasn’t exactly herself).

Miles did as she asked, stopping and stepping backwards. He caught his breath, scanning her body for any partial transformation. There was none, but he could feel her panic. Her heartbeat echoed in his ears, loud as a drum. “I’m sorry,” he said, catching his breath too, stepping back and wiping his brow with a towel. “I don’t know how to help you.” 

Her eyes were shut tightly. She just wanted to calm down and forget about everything that had just happened. And she wanted to suppress the past. Once she was calm enough to breathe, she raised her head, eyes now open and focused on Miles, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” It was all she could say. All she could do. At this rate, Layla wasn’t sure she would ever be able to survive as a natural predator or even just as a human being.

[tiny-space-robot]

Okay so Fire Emblem anon here!! Here's a Kinda Super Long Bc I Got Carried Away description of a few Fire Emblem games, plus some characters that seem like they hit tropes you like!

The good news is that there's not a super huge overarching timeline, there's several smaller timelines that are seperate from one another except for the crossover games. I'm gonna go with describing the newer ones that you're most likely to be able to get your hands on and play; a lot of people complain that they lean into some anime-tropey stuff and are too easy, but tbh, that's a perk just as often as it isn't. Basically, it's Game of Thrones, but rated T and with more cute girls and old men who are friendly instead of creepy.

Tbh, it's a turn-based strategy game with visual novel elements for characterization, if strategy games aren't your thing and you're just interested in the characters, watching the support conversations on Youtube might be more your thing. All the characterization, none of the resetting the same goshdang level thirty times. Anyways, description of the games in passing, including a brief description of the plot concept, pros and cons, trigger warnings, and some characters you might be interested in if you're just looking up characters.

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Awakening: for the 3DS. Follows Robin, an amnesiac mage, after they're found in a field by a band of knights called the Shepherds. Involves the undead, a twink in a mask, timey-wimey shenangians, and the usual cast of oddballs you'd expect from a Fire Emblem game.

Pros of Awakening: customizable player character, intro of Casual mode (turns off permadeath) and the Pair Up system, which lets you put characters together for shipping reasons strategy and stat boosts. Also doubles as a shipping simulator, since you can pair off characters and meet their later in the game due to said timey-wimey shenangians.

Cons of Awakening: there are some....very concerning combos of names/skin tones/plot relevance for certain characters, so go in with a warning about implicit racism. Also if you like strategy games, this game is relatively easy to break and make "too easy," but tbh that's what Lunatic Mode (the Ultra Unfair Hard Mode) is for.

Trigger warnings across the main plot: underhanded politics, attempted assassinations, martyrdom, an optional character is implied to stalk Robin but idk how to tag that, identity crises, conflicts within a family, character who isn't you looks like you, backstory child abuse, an optional character is a bad portrayal of DID if you squint?

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Fates: is actually a group name for two games set in the same universe, and a DLC bonus story: Birthright, Conquest, and Revelations. All for the 3DS. All three games star Corrin, a pacifist raised in seclusion in the kingdom of Nohr. Each game reflects a different path Corrin can take in navigating the war between the nations of Nohr and Hoshido: Birthright has them stand with Hoshido, Conquest with Nohr, and Revelations has them strike out (nearly) alone. Each path has a completely different storyline, cast of characters, and difficulty curve.

Pros of Fates: honestly, the characters here cater the most to the avid pro-shipper and multi-shipper. I just love this cast. Both Nohr and Hoshido have four members of the royal family you can play and get to know, each of those royal family members has two retainers who are various levels of dedicated and/or unhinged, and the cast just widens and widens. Also a character customization and shipping simulator point for the same reasons Awakening gets it. Also, canon fujoshi rights (there's a character with a skill called Daydream, which boosts her stats when two male characters are paired up near her. one of us, one of us). Also the first game with canon queer characters: both Rhajat and Niles are bi.

Cons of Fates: unfortunately, the writing is kinda rushed or badly translated in some places. Also *shakes IntSys* my lore! Give me more lore! Also, iirc, you could get both physical games in a bundle for a discount when they came out, but not anymore, so it's sorta like Pokemon with version exclusives. Which is less fun, since you can't directly trade characters. Also the fandom for this game is RIFE with discourse, which is kinda sad bc I just wanna talk my ships with ppl sjxhdjdn

Trigger warnings for Fates: child abuse might as well be Nohr's middle name, in-universe racism (since Hoshido is p obviously Japan-inspired, and a lot of Nohrians are rancid to Hoshidans), kidnapping, on-screen murder, lots of fighting your loved ones (on both main routes, you gotta fight the playable characters from the other side AAA), su-c-de, death of sibling(s) in certain routes, demonic-like possession, there's like six characters people can read as bad mental illness rep, Niles especially is discourse bait for being a kinky (yes that's canon) bi man of color but also he's awesome so die mad antis

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Shadows of Valentia: for the 3DS. A remake of Gaiden, the second game in the series. Follows Alm, a farm boy from a small village in Zofia, and Celica, his childhood best friend. Zofia and the nation to its north, Rigel, are two nations ruled by the dragon gods Mila and Duma, respectively. Normally, they're in equilibrium, but Rigel is invading and Mila is missing, prompting Alm and Celica to independently investigate the problem.

Pros of SoV: the most like the old-school Fire Emblem games, but it also has the permadeath-off mode. also the first to be fully voice acted! The art style is gorgeous, and the plot was polished up from the old game--two characters names Berkut and Rinea were added, and they are PEAK OTP the diskhorse can die mad. Also the cast is pretty fun all around, from buddy squad and the older brother/dad figure they adopted along the way to "hello this is my gang of childhood friends, we're gonna kill a god" Also introduces Mila's Turnwheel, which lets you rewind your moves if you realize you goofed big time and screwed yourself over.

Cons of SoV: has the most references to other games, but you won't, like, be lost if you don't get them. You just might have a few interludes of "who tf is Camus/the White Wing Brigade/etc" but it's easy enough to look up on the wiki. Also tbh, the plot kinda drags in the middle, there's some filler battles to try and make it feel more realistic and it feels...weird. Also no custom character, you are Alm and Celica and you will Like It.

Trigger warnings for SoV: you know that thing where a girl character gets killed off for a guy character to angst over? the game starts with a fakeout version of that. also a character slowly goes mad over the course of the plot (but it's really well done imo?), there's some self-sacrifice stuff in there, classism is a major theme, possession/selling your soul™, there's a couple of levels where you're exploring tombs/prisons, I'm sure there's something else but I'm forgetting right now

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Three Houses: on the Switch. The newest game in the series, and the most polished imo? Stars Byleth, a wandering mercenary turned teacher at the Officer's Academy. The Academy, housed in Garreg Mach Monastery, teaches youths from across the land of Fodlan how to be warriors, commanders, and knights. Students are sorted into three houses based on their country of origin: the Black Eagles are from ghe Adrestian Empire, led by the heiress-apparent Edelgard; the Blue Lions are from the kingdom of Faerghus, led by prince Dimitri; and the Golden Deer are from the Leicester Alliance, led by Claude, grandson of the Duke. You choose one of these houses to lead, and then everything quickly goes sour.

Pros of Three Houses: It's such a rich experience! The music is incredible, there's so much lore, and you can wander around the Monastery and hang out with the students to your heart's content. Also, it's four storylines for the price of one, even if they're all relatively similar in the first half. It does a pretty solid job of weaving together its themes into a satisfying narrative that will make you consider everyone involved. Also we got our first bi main lord (Edelgard) and non-white main lord (Claude is mixed race) in one fell swoop! Also, given the setting, it's teacher/student ship heaven.

Cons of Three Houses: just gonna come right out and say it: one of the villainous factions in the game is pretty substantially tied up with some anti-semitic tropes. There's no way to ignore it, it's just bleh, and I'm not gonna send anyone in without that warning. Also, though there's some characters you can persuade to switch sides, or spare, there's no route where there's a happy ending for everyone. Also there are so many people who are fake deep about the themes of the game, so be ready for the worst takes imaginable about your faves. also super trigger heavy, see below.

Trigger warnings: MANY. Garreg Mach and the Church of Seiros are very reminiscent of catholic religious stuff, for anyone with religion triggers, blood in cutscenes, death of a parent, death of a sibling (different characters), major gaslighting vibes in some places, lots of people going unhinged, some white savior™ vibes in places, body horror, creepy ass weaponry, backstory genoc-de (mostly not related to the anti-semitism), blood magic (definitely related to the anti-semitism), in general it goes to a lot more effort than the other games to make you think about what's Actually going on, even if it doesn't always work.

*break for legibility*

As for characters you'd like, if you just want to look some characters up, my recommendations based on what I understand about you include:

Awakening: Libra fits 'gnc man of the cloth' so well it's actually a conversation in game: "so what's a woman of the cloth doing here?" "...man, sir, man of the cloth." And Then He Never Gets Misgendered Again. Also Nowi's supports sometimes feel like a jab at antis-- she's a manakete, a person who can transform into a dragon. Manaketes also grow really slowly, as in "middle aged looking manaketes are like 1000 years old," so she's got major baby face and copes with being mistaken for a teenager by making jokes. Also Gregor, who she first appears with, is pretty fun--older mercenary with a thick accent who is like 80% here for a good time. Also Walhart, who's a villain but got some content added as DLC.

Fates: any interactions between Corrin, Leo, and/or Camilla are probably right up your alley--Camilla is obsessively protective over her siblings in a way that's Very Definitely Platonic™, and Leo also canonically has a crush on her in something that was cut in the English release. Also Gunther--once upon a time he was your classic knight in shining armor, now he's semi-retired, Corrin's personal guard, and covered in scars (and his voice is gorgeous too)

Echoes: my biased answer is to listen to every single line Ian Sinclair read for Berkut because he absolutely did NOT have to go that hard. My actual answer is to point you in the direction of the pegasus sisters Catria, Palla and Est, or maybe the older gentleman who's the head of the Priory, I forgot his name oops abbdbd. Also Clive is a devoted husband to one Mathilda, who looks just like an older version of his sister Clair 🤔

Three Houses: knowing you, you'd adore Hanneman--an older professor who's extremely passionate about his work, to the point where he tends to forget personal space and such. Also Seteth, like I mentioned before (join me in simping for him and his gorgeous pecs) and like, honestly, I know ppl make jokes about Alois but he's rlly good. Soft, awkward but he doesn't care, dad jokes everywhere. And also Mercedes, both because she's the biggest sweetheart imaginable and everyone should love her, but also bc she is just walking potential for the kinds of stuff you post on this blog. On one hand, she's the oldest student at the Academy and attached at the hip to one of the youngest, Annette (tho people act like they have a way bigger age gap then they actually do) and on the other hand, she has a long-lost half brother she can encounter (who I will not name for HUGE HUGE spoilers reasons) who she spends the rest of her life with in one of her endings. Heck, he has three possible endings total! Total!

Basically I brought the games up bc I'm used to being on the side of the fandom where everyone shoos anything uncomfortable under the rug, but there's so much material here that's being wasted I SWEAR

If you have any other questions I can send another anon? Your call! Thanks for hearing me out I love ur blog :3

OKAY!!! sorry for answering so late, but this ask was pretty much a BOOK (not that I´m complaining though! thank you so much! ;;u;;)

and from what I read here, I THINK if I´m going off on my first fire emblem adventure, I´ll try and pick up three houses if I get the chance! I have read your trigger warnings (thank you so much! ;u;) and I think I can take it! >:3

again though, I am really, really not a fan of anime and the anime artstyle in general (blergh! XP) so I´m not sure how I´ll cope with that in particular, but then again, an artstyle does not make a game! u3u

AND HANNEMAN SOUNDS LIKE A WINNER TO ME!! I looked him up and OOOF!!! he may not have NEARLY as many wrinkles as I´d like him to have, but the facial hair is definitely a step in the right direction! ;3c

NOW YOU GOT ME INTERESTED!! 

LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻