#and then in the evening i couldn't get into my house bc the lock was broken :))

[ruinedsam]

BEGONE JANUARY YOU CRUEL MISTRESS AND DIE DIE DIE

[maegalkarven]

A future fic carcass I'll write when I write (after I finish 9 ungoing fics)

King Viserys dies at the wedding celebration of his daughter, Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

No one else does.

I am a firm believer Otto and Viserys are the rot on the face of the House of the Dragon and without these two everything would be fine-ish.

Unfortunately, we need Vissy T for his kids to be born, so Viserys dies soon after Aemond is conceived. Sorry, Daeron, not this time.

Joffrey doesn't die because he doesn't manage to provoke Criston before the king dies.

Rhaenyra overrules his father's decision and marries Harwin Strong.

Their son Jacaerys Targaryen is the heir to the throne, Lucerys Targaryen is the heir to Harrenhal.

Daemon marries Laena and lives at Dragonstone (Rhaenyra grants him that), their firstborn is the heir of Driftmark.

Laenor joins the Queensguard and is sent to Dragonstone to protect Prince Daemon (ha) and his future heirs.

Criston Cole becomes the Commander of City Watch while still retaining his white cloak (what? He did it in canon, can do it here).

Rhaenyra removes Tyland Lannister as the master of ships and appoints Corlys Velaryon (back).

When Baela and Rhaena are born, it is decided to betroth Prince Aegon and Lady Baela, making him future lord-consort of Driftmark (and successfully removing him out of succession of the iron throne).

When Jace is born, his and Helaena's betrothal is announced.

Baelon is born without an issue and the royal family meets at the celebration on Dragonstone, where Aemond claims Cannibal and loses an eye in the process.

(Kinslayer, everyone. It fits).

Afterwards Luke is sent as a ward to Harrenhal with his father. A huge ass scene ensures there Luke clings to Aemond and refuses to go.

Aegon makes a greasy comment and gets punched.

Both Aegon and Baela are sent as wards to Driftmark.

Lucerys still leaves.

Harrenhal doesn't burn bc even if Larys kills Harwin and Luke, there's still Lyonel and Joffrey in the equation. Lyonel keeps serving Queen Rhaenyra as her Hand.

Years later the royal family meets at the wedding celebration of Baela and Aegon, where Luke and Aemond behave very much like Rhaenyra and Daemon at Rhaenyra's not happened wedding.

Rhaenyra and Alicent clutch at their pearls, Rhaenyra suggests father died because of seeing something like that.

Daemon asks if she implies they killed Viserys, then asks where is Baelon.

Laena replies Baelon is playing knights with Joffrey.

Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong (no) have three more children, Aegon, Viserys and Visenya, all silver-haired like their mother (her uncle).

Laena is fine with it, they have a poly. Laena doesn't have more children because Baelon's birth was a ghasty one.

Baelon claims the Grey Ghost.

Otto is never called back to the capital because (suprise!) Rhaenyra didn't rush to kill her 3 y.o brother or the other one who was born after Viserys' death. Instead she marries Aegon off so he's no threat.

Aemond eventually joins the Queensguard and is appointed to the future lord of Harenhall.

Lucerys refuses to marry and appoints his brother Viserys as his heir, who marries Visenya. They have a very good life in Harrenhal.

The reason Luke skips over Joffrey is because Joffrey is always at the sea (with Baelon), and Aegon the Younger is bethrothed to Baela and Aegon the Elder' firstborn, Laena.

Everyone lives happily ever after, Otto gets to be the head of the house Hightower after he successfully plots against his own kin, since his blood is secured on the throne, if in unconventional for him way.

He once tried to manipulate Aegon, but was cut off sharply by Rhaenys and Corlys, who kind of adopted the boy as theirs.

Aegon enjoys wandering about Essos very much, he, of course, whores around, but he and Baela have an agreement. One of Baela's children is born from Alyn of Hull, but no one is any wiser, since everyone just thinks the child looks like her.

Jacaerys and Helaena have three kids, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera and then Maelor.

Jaehaera is oldest and so is the heir.

Oh, and Rhaena is happily married to Corwyn Cobray. They have a daughter, Rhaenys.

[anadiasmount]

as time gets close - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: almost close to your due date, what is wrong with a late-night grocery trip with your very excited and anxiously waiting fiance?

wc: 1.8k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: a little dad! jude blurb bc we haven’t seen much of this on the timeline!! like always hope you enjoy 🤍

"why are you bending down? you know that is bad for you," you rolled your eyes at your fiance's scolding, grabbing the keys from the floor. "i dropped the keys by accident," you say as you pick the correct key that belonged to the lock. jude rubbed your belly, ensuring you were okay before helping you out to the car, the reusable bags tucked underneath his arm.

"did you bring the list?" you ask him seeing as he nods and pulls it out from the pockets of his hoodie. "i did. i also brought you some snacks because you didn't eat much after getting some nausea," you pouted your lips leaning up to peck his cheek thanking him. "what would i do without you?" you tease, a playful scoff falling from his lips.

"what makes you think you'd be without me? i'm attached to you for life remember?" he grabs your left hand kissing over your ring finger as he gives you a knowing look. you feel as he brings your intertwined hands to your belly, "and you're carrying my baby in there."

"really i couldn't tell," you say sarcastically.

"let's make it quick because my feet already hurt and i want to sleep," you advised letting out a tired yawn. despite being close to your due date, you still had some work to do before maternity leave. making calls to set meetings, attending them over zoom, filing paperwork, in charge of making sure the firm doesn't backfire, and planning some stuff out for your wedding.

jude had told you multiple times to take it easy, but placing that aside, he always helped you unconditionally. in the shower, when cooking, taking care of chores, before bed, and attending all your doctor's appointments. he was your personal midwife and wanted to take care of you the most he could.

you remembered to look on his face when you told him you were expecting, the tears on his face as he spoke to your barely bump all night and traced his hands on your belly. singing and humming lullabies and stories about his day. since then he wanted to protect you the best he could.

going to the grocery store at this time was nothing new, in fact, it became so prevalent now that you were pregnant because you craved everything. making jude do a late run to pick up your cravings or groceries for the upcoming weeks. the same store, at the same time.

you placed your purse on the cart, snuggling into your jacket as the cold air inside the store blew you away. you followed jude who picked out veggies and greens for his meal prepping, helping him tie the bags and weigh them on the digital scale that produced labels. you watched in awe as your boyfriend picked out three pairs of different flowers. "what are these for?" you asked, smelling the flowery scent.

"for the house. we need to replace the old ones that dried out," jude says with a shy grin. "you were the one who said plants and flowers bring a sense of home into our house, " jude recalled your words, kissing your temple, pushing the cart since it became a bit heavier. "i did say that didn't i? well i wasn't wrong," you shrug, wrapping a hand around his bicep as he trailed along isles to pick up the different items on the list.

he did all the heavy lifting as you reached and picked stuff up from your level, like spices and eggs. you turn your back for a few seconds to retrieve some milk and coffee beans for the morning, to see the cart filled with pop tarts and other salty snacks. "no no no," you shake your head, as jude whines out protests. "y/n we need them! they're even on sale!"

“jude, i don’t care! we just got some three days ago!,” you say laughing, putting back the box of pop tarts. “y/n i’m telling you right now, in a couple of hours or days you’re gonna have me running back here for them,” jude states following behind you.

“am not!” you quickly defend, bringing a hand to your aching back. “are too! last night you had me running out for cheetos. what’s it going to be today? kettled popcorn? or wingstop?” jude teased making you rolls your eyes and focusing back on to what needed to get done. “don’t forget we need to pick some of that acid reflex stuff for you, to get rid of the heartburn,” jude reminds you, taking the cart and walking out of the pop tarts isle, sneaking a box in for you.

“what’s left on the list?” you ask him, taking out a small snack you had in your purse and offering some to jude. “we need bananas, strawberries, orange juice, and meats for upcoming dinners…” jude reads the list one by one, using his index finger as he goes along.

you pass by an isle grabbing some cereal and granola for your yogurts and bowls. jude insisting he grabs his favorite too since you refuse to share from your part. as you wait by the deli section jude come behind you, grabbing your belly and relieving some of the pressure.

you immediately lay your head back on his shoulder sighing in relief, hearing jude chuckle and place a kiss on your head. “almost there darling,” he whispered running one of his hands along your tummy. “i know what you’re doing jude… and if this baby starts kicking right now i’ll leave you here,” you warn.

“i’m just trying to help you love. doesn’t it feel good?” he reprimanded as you nodded. “yes but not when she starts kicking, i swear she does it on purpose and it’s your fault. like she knows it you,” you said feeling your lower back less tense and heavy. "i kid you not, last night she almost made me pee from this hard kick!"

"sounds to me like we have a mini footballer coming into our lives," said jude continuing to hold your belly since you were tired and your baby was heavy. he had read the method online with other tips and tricks. jude got more into reading when he found out you were pregnant, wanting to know every effect and secret to ensure a healthy and safe pregnancy.

"let's hope not, i don't think i could handle cleaning up broken stuff around the house every day," you sigh, releasing yourself from his hold because you began to get hot. you didn’t understand how your body was so quick to adjust and then de-adjust from hot and cold, but it was so easy and it drove you mad sometimes.

“you okay?” jude softened his eyes as you let out a breath of despair, holding your hand and feeling a sit squeezed tightly against his. “yeah just got a mini cramp,” you held your back and practiced breathing methods you learned, “i’m good, i promise,” you kiss his hand before retrieving the meats from the butcher. "we'll get home soon, and i promise you a warm tea and massage okay?"

"did you want chocolate or strawberry milk?" jude held up the pint containers, "strawberry, we still have chocolate milk at home," you said, jude nodding as he quickly picked the orange juice and your favorite yogurts. "i was never a fan of sweet or flavored milk but these are soooo good," you exaggerated, jude smiling hard down at you.

"never a fan? these were my childhood as a kid! my mum used to buy these or the powder to make it ourselves," jude says recalling a old memory thinking of his babygirl. "you reckon she'll like them too?" jude spoke softly as he saw you give him a fast nod. if there was one thing loved it was discussing his babygirl. he was so anxious and wanted to meet her. the itch in his teeth getting bigger as every day passes.

to hold her while she slept, hug her to keep her warm, coddle her to sleep, feed her. he was ready for it all. he loved to shop and spoil her already. her carrier, crib, different books, toys, and stuffed animals like he had as a kid. she didn't know it yet, but she would be jude's second best friend. firstly you. always you.

they saw if one ever finds love at first sight, and jude definitely did with you. a smile so bright, eyes gleaming with happiness, a stranger who he fell madly with almost immediately after hearing her say hello. through ups and downs, you found your way to each other and since then, it's a love story for the movies. jude had his career blowing, a beautiful fiancee, and now a baby on the way. what more could he want?

as jude helped bag the groceries into the recycled bags you had, you paid and thanked the cashier whom you got close with on nights like these. asking how her day was, about her kids, anything special, always something to distract her. "you two have a safe night!" she yelled as you turned and thanked, wishing her a good night as well.

after you insisted on helping, you carried four light bags as jude carried most bags since he hated double trips. you guys quickly unpacked everything, longing and wishing to get into bed. you ensure the stove and other appliances are off, grabbing your tea and heading upstairs with jude.

"lay here for me," jude instructed, grabbing some cream and begging to smooth and massage out the muscles on your legs and shoulders. "after we have her, i promise i'll return every single thing you did for me while i was pregnant," you say struggled and full pleasure as the tension went away at jude's fingertips. "oh i'm fully expecting the injured boyfriend method again," jude teased as he finished up.

he grabbed a new book, laying on your side as you brushed and played with a few curls on his head, twirling them around your finger as he breathed softly. he looked so gentle and full of excitement like this, reading to your babygirl, who sensed her daddy's voice as she kicked. she knew, she always knew.

he applied your belly oil to prevent any stretch marks and kissed the small ones that formed along the way. jude cherished your body for carrying his baby in there, for being able to give and bring a new life into his and yours. you laid on your side, jude's chest connecting and fitting the crevasse on your back, holding your tummy as in a way to keep it safe.

you placed and locked hands with his, as jude wishing you a goodnight, peering kissed on your shoulders then finally lips, moaning in delight, a tiny groan leaving his lips. "i love you so much darling," he whispered, kissing your temple and snuggling into you more. "iloveyoutoojude," you said fast, with a playful smile on your lips as you felt a familiar sensation of a certain craving. "okay now i do want some pop tarts..."

"are you serious right now?"

[neoraso]

bf things with riize

shotaro:

is always your biggest cheerleader. listens to all your concerns and comforts you in the best way he can

loves meeting your friends and having you be close with his

is so excited to get to know you and learn everything he can about you - don't mind him he's just collecting data so he can love you even more ;>

is very much in it for the long haul with you- like he wouldn't be with you if he couldn't really see a future with you. he's pretty young and wouldn't really want to settle down until the future but he's planning on being with you as long as he can-often tells you this

wants to be the most positive, safe and uplifting person in your life. expect a lot of big hugs with back rubs, high fives where he intertwines your fingers ♡

eunseok:

he's pretty masculine but also very nonchalant about it. your man. takes care of things for you wordlessly, tucks you in, carries your bags etc.

pretends to be cocky/annoyed by your clinginess but literally becomes a "where's my hug at?" guy when he walks in the door. like if u don't at least give him a kiss hello he's like wth,,, is everything ok with my baby

will pretty much go along with whatever you want.. like if you want to watch a disney movie he'll be like i'm completely indifferent on what we watch but as long as it makes u happy

peels fruit for you and feeds it to you because he likes watching you eat.

so attentive. makes sure you're taking your medicine/vitamins, that you're sleeping well and making it to all your appointments, fulfilling all your responsibilities.

sungchan:

prefers to stay at your house over everything,, u gave him a key and he abuses the privilege- like you come home from work/school and he's just in ur bed .. sometimes even asleep and ur like ok sure??

idk how to explain ,, he's like that typical older guy like brother's best friend vibes just always playful, flirty, teasing but all out of love.

ur just his which he reminds you of daily .. "how's my baby," "my favorite girl doing ok?" "you know you're my angel right?"

loves to attack you with love. pushes you on the bed so he can lay all his weight on you (WILL fall asleep like this if you're not careful), tugs on your hair to get you to look at him , pokes or tickles you if he thinks you're not paying enough attention to him

in that vein, very protective of you. if someone is bothering you or just making life difficult he is ready and willing to throw hands. you can tell bc his jaw clenches and his nose flares just a bit until ur like,,sungchan it's really fine just annoying,,, and he's like mmhm sure (still rubs your arm and back to calm himself down..)

wonbin:

holds your hand as long as he can wherever yall go. like if he's saying goodbye :< waits until the door is about to smash his hand to let go of yours

once you get to the stage where he trusts you to share his worries with ..,,, u are locked in like u are 4lifers

teases his friends a lot but is literally putty in your hands like he will do anything for you and would never want you to question his affection for you

best listener . full eye contact (even if it makes you blush) usually playing with your fingers too. brings up things you've mentioned before and ur like,, how do you even remember this I don't even remember this

lowk needs reassurance and his heart gets so warm when you sincerely tell him how you feel and how much you love and appreciate him

seunghan:

finds anything remotely heart-shaped and points it out to you or texts you a picture.

you are literally his baby.,,, even if you're older, you are his baby. adores you, dotes on you, spoils you, feeds you, etc.

so affirming and validating whenever you rant to him. pets your hair and pouts "really baby? that sounds so frustrating but you're doing so well handling it. i'm here if you need me to fight someone :>" (has never fought anyone in his life)

hypeman hypeman hypeman. encourages you in everything you do and will show his support in forms of kisses, sweet words and texts

unlike sungchan he wont be so ,,... intrusive when he can't see you often but he does video call you as much as he can because he NEEDS to check on his lovely lover sweetie pie angel

sohee:

thinks all your quirks are so endearing and makes him fall even deeper for you

wants to learn your native language so bad so he can be closer to you and meet you halfway in communication

sooooo appreciates how you listen to him and his day, his worries, his dreams. wants to be there for you just as much ♡

i think he'd like to leave you little gifts even if it's like a post it note with a candy and a little encouraging message, or something bigger like shoes or a jacket or jewelry you've been eyeing

though he has so much energy, he also loves recharging at home with you, just snuggling and sharing little kisses and snacks.

anton:

appreciates how you never push him out of his comfort zone, grabs your hand as a silent ask for support.

loves to have fun with you ,, going out with you, watching and making silly tiktoks even just laying around and chilling with you makes him so happiiii

will hug you or backhug you and for some reason gets shy and shocked when you kiss him bc he's so cute

yall definitely started as besties ,, so you're already pretty close as a couple except now you get to kiss and stuff which he thinks is pretty great.

has 282922892 pics of you in his phone, printed , polaroids. he’s too shy to hang them up but he keeps one in his wallet and in his phone case to feel like you’re with him all the time :>

[avvwritesstufff]

HALLOWEEN~PB⁵

Summary- Reader and Paige have a friends with benefits type of situation and their friends don’t know but they find out at the campus halloween party

Warning- Eating out(r! receiving) nothing else i don’t think…

yall chill on me bc it’s my first fic

Tonight was the big campus Halloween party, and Paige and I decided to go as matching vampires. Basic, sure, but undeniably cute. We got ready together, layering on the dark makeup and fangs. Paige insisted on pouring fake blood down my arm, laughing as she did.

"You look hot as fuck," she said, grinning as she stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"Aw, thanks, Bueckers. Can't say the same about you, though," ! teased, leaning in close, just to pull away at the last second, leaving her hanging.

With a laugh, I grabbed my bag, and we headed out. We'd decided not to drive, so we hitched a ride with Yanna and Ice.

When we got to the party, it was everything we'd expected-loud, wild, and packed with our friends. We found the group and quickly got into the spirit of things, which meant getting trashed, of course.

At some point, Paige and I broke off from the others, just walking around, dancing, and vibing. It was perfect-until I noticed a girl with black hair eyeing Paige a little too intently.

"That girl keeps eye-fucking you, P," I said, my annoyance probably too obvious.

"Who? The one with the black hair?" Paige asked, glancing around.

"You spotted her that quick?" | shot back, trying to keep my jealousy under wraps.

"Oh yeah, I met her at the bar earlier. She's hot," Paige said, looking back at me with a smirk.

"Paige Madison Bueckers," | warned, grabbing her arm before she could make a move, "Walk over there, and I'll beat your ass. You're staying here with me."

"Yes, ma'am," she replied, instantly obedient, though I could see the teasing glint in her eyes.

The rest of the night, Paige kept trying to make me jealous, playing it up just to get under my skin.

Eventually, we both had enough drinks to let loose completely, and we started dancing together.

Paige's hands were wrapped around my waist as I sang along to “Dress" by Taylor Swift, each lyric dripping with intention.

"I don't want you as a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off," | sang, my voice low and sultry, looking directly at her.

"Is that a promise?" Paige whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin.

"We can make it one," | smirked, but before things could go further, Aubrey and Aaliyah's voices cut through the moment, calling for us from across the house.

Reluctantly, we made our way over, ending up on a couch that was too crowded. I ended up on Paige's lap, not that I was complaining. We were playing some game, but I wasn't interested-I was too focused on Paige, leaning against her, feeling bold and, honestly, horny as fuck.

"I need you, P," | whispered into her ear.

Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't waste a second before excusing us from the group. I led her out of the room, barely able to keep my composure.

A bedroom in a frat house wasn't ideal, but it would have to do. As soon as the door shut behind us, Paige locked it and immediately pressed me against the wall, our lips crashing together. I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer as she lifted me by my thighs, her lips trailing down my neck.

"Fuck," I gasped, barely able to speak as she smiled against my skin, lowering me onto the bed. I quickly flipped us over, straddling her hips as I grabbed her face and kissed her again, more deeply this time.

Paige's hands found my hips, guiding me as I ground against her.

"V..." she breathed out, her voice laced with desire.

I couldn't help but smile against her lips, keeping the rhythm. "A bedroom in a frat house wasn't where I imagined this happening," I joked, even as my heart raced.

"Hmm, so you've imagined us, huh?" Paige teased, flipping me over again, moving me to the edge of the bed. She started pulling down my underwear and stockings, her eyes meeting mine for permission. When I nodded, she spread my legs, kissing up my thighs before diving in, making me gasp her name.

We were so caught up that we didn't hear the knocking at first, but it quickly became impossible to ignore. Paige and I shared a panicked look as we scrambled to make ourselves presentable.

Paige went to the door, trying to act casual, only to find Yanna and Nika on the other side.

"Yo?" Paige greeted them, clearly trying not to panic.

"Oh, hey, p," Nika said, looking relieved. "We finally found yous. We're getting ready to go."

"Yeah, alright," Paige said, smiling as I stepped into view.

"Hey, guys!" | added, trying to sound normal despite everything.

"Someone's in a good mood," Yanna said with a knowing smile as she looked at me. I just smiled back as Paige wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"Well, we're heading back. Are you coming?" Nika asked, trying not to overreact in the moment.

"Yeah," Paige replied, and we followed them out.

Once outside, Nika went to ride with Aubrey, Azzi, Caroline, and Amari, all heading to our dorm.

That left me, Paige, Aaliyah, Ice, and Yanna in Yanna’s car.

The car ride was quick and quiet, everyone too tired to talk. As soon as we got back to the dorm, i went to mine and paige went to hers to shower and change.

Nika barged in “OMG YOU AND PAIGE FUCKED” she yelled

“woah nik calm down” you said grabbing her shoulders laughing.

“THAT IS CRAZY- WELL WE ALL KNEW YOU GUYS WERE HOOKING UP BUT OMG” She continued to yell.

“The fuck- anyways nika its 2 am. please stop yelling.” I tell nika as we sit on my bed. I explain our situation to her.

“yo- oh hey nika?” paige says walking in.

“ugh if you guys are gonna fuck again, i’m sleeping at naheims. gay bitches” nika says joking and walking out.

[charmercharm3r]

doing everything together

BC

Masterlist

wc: ??

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, bf!chan x afab!reader, porn no plot, shower sex, piv, oral (f receiving), cream pie, he’s so cute i love him

definitely not proofread, entirely self indulgent lol

☆ﾟ

He was very particular about the bathroom. Chan didn't care so much about the house hold appliances when you were looking for apartments together, except for the shower. This was the one area he showed true interest in, so you let him take the reigns entirely when he said he wanted to change the shower head from the original that came with the place.

You didn't know what he had chosen, only that he mentioned how good the water pressure was with the silliest, horniest smirk you'd ever seen.

As soon as the shower head he ordered arrived and he installed it, Chan wasted no time in getting you stripped and soaked. You got lucky that there was a shower bench, which was not what had initially drew you to choosing this apartment, but it was definitely a perk.

Lips everywhere, hands roaming, taking in the warmth of his body and the steaming shower, you couldn't help but giggle at how excited Chan was to show you the reason he chose this specific shower head. You broke away from his eager kisses to glance at where it was mounted, seeing the extra cable connected to a handheld head.

"That seems great for hosing down the walls," you thought for practical uses, not looking any closer and trying to capture his lips once again. Chan redirected your kiss to his cheek and grabbed the handheld.

"Just look," he asked, to which you playfully groaned into his neck before looking. There was an extra hole in the very top and a switch on the side. Chan reached up to the mounted shower and twisted something to turn on the handheld, then made eye contact with you while wiggling his eyebrows. Just as he did, he tipped the handheld towards the ground and flipped the switch. A stronger stream shot out from the top, and it all clicked.

You didn't get a word out before he was kissing you again and blindly leading you to sit on the all-the-more convenient bench. God, you would be dripping if you weren't already wet, Chan sliding to his knees in front of you. Of all things he wanted to be involved in, this was entirely unexpected-- though, not unwelcome whatsoever. He made himself comfortable, thick lips never straying from your skin even whist spreading your knees and fingertips toeing across your thighs.

Just to hurry things along-- you were impatient now that his grand scheme had been revealed-- you scoot forward, pushing your exposed cunt towards him hoping to entice him. Chan laughed into the meaty flesh of your thigh, lightly biting wherever he could and fully appreciating your newfound enthusiasm. Not that you weren't before, just even more now that there was a new and potentially mind-blowing sensation that he could inflict onto you.

He took your hand and let the stream from the handheld hit your palm, asking, "good pressure?"

"If you don't put that between my legs right now--"

"Okay, okay," he giggled again, "needy tonight, hm?"

"Yeah, and it's your fault," you emphasized your point by hooking your knees over his shoulders, locking your ankles behind his head.

"If I had known this is all it would take to have you borderline trying to mesh bodies, I would've upgraded the shower at our old place a long time ago." His hands kneaded at your love handles to displace his own needs for now, too excited to try this almost as much as you were. The sight of his slender, pretty fingers so close to your core was maddening and you failed holding back a slight rut of your hips.

"I would love to live inside you, actually."

"I say the same thing every time I see this pretty pussy of yours, baby." Chan wasted no more time and practically fell into you, first his tongue licking a cautionary stripe up your center, then suctioning his lips around your clit when you involuntarily threaded your fingers through his hair. He moaned into you, vibrations of his constant vocal pleasure making the introductory feeling even better.

This was just a warm up for him, just the prologue to the real fun he'd have when he thought you could handle the lovely pressure of the handheld shower head. Part of you wished he'd give it to you already, but another part never gets tired of how good he is with his mouth. If Chan could, he'd live between your legs and have you for all three meals of the day. And what a blessing those lips are, already having you curling your toes and tugging at his wet curls within the three minutes he'd been on his knees.

Slowly, his fingers tiptoed their way to join his mouth, spreading you wider with two fingers for more access for his lips, then gently moving to circle them around your entrance. Your head fell back against the tiled shower wall, whimpers not ceasing anytime soon.

Just as you were gonna ask him for more, he pulled away, but not without replacing what he'd stole. Chan pushed two fingers into you right when the stream grazed your clit, lightly and calculated as not to do too much. He glared up at you with concern when you slammed your head back against the wall much harder than before, Chan stammered to pull away but backtracked when you cried his name, "don't you fucking dare."

"I do love when you boss me around, darling," he replied, sarcasm dripping from his perfect lips. The teasing came with retaliated pleasure, maneuvering the stream so it hit your clit more straight on. You moaned louder, shuddering and wanting to pull away at how much more intense the feeling was than before. "If you're gonna talk like that to me, then take it like a fucking champ. Don't let me down."

Oh, it was a challenge, now. There was no backing down, you were gonna be fucking good and take whatever he wanted to give just for the sake of being able to rub it in his face later that he couldn't break you. Just don't let him see how badly you wished it was his cock in you instead-- that'd be the real tipping point.

"That's right, baby, I knew you could do it," he praised, mouthing and teething at the flesh of your thigh, slight pinching making the pain mix with the pleasure much, much too well. His fingers started to slowly move, adding the needed friction from within and it had you sob, just once. "Hm, I don't think this is enough."

Oh no, don't say it. "Maybe you need something bigger."

Fuck, he's gonna say it. "Think you can take my cock, too, baby?"

And you're gonna say yes. "Please, yes, please."

Chan pulled the stream for a second to give you a comforting, pillowy soft kiss to your clit and stood. He hung heavy, swaying and glistening and so mouth watering. Somehow, everything was just the right height for him to easily find his reddening tip at your hole and push in. The stretch, a welcome sizzling burn that soon turned into nothing but tingling euphoria, coupled with the returned stimulation of the jet stream, you were floored. It was written all over your face.

He laughed and hid his face in your neck as you adjusted to the all of the new feelings. "God, stop fucking clenching like that," he whined, sending a light slap to the outside of your thigh, which only made you clench harder. He slapped again, a little harder, then groaned when your whole body twitched. "You're killing me here."

"Then make me cum already, unless you wanna die a slow, wonderfully warm and wet death."

"I love when you talk dirty to me."

"Chris, shut up and fuck me."

He shrugged, pecking your lips lovingly and resting his hand on your hip bone to keep the stream pointed just right on your nerves. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knew the spot that made you want to claw out of your skin because the pleasure was too great, and he hit it every time. Only now, he could fuck you at the same time.

And fuck you, he did. He was slow and precise, just as ever, wanting to hit the right spots that caused you to contracted hard and practically milk him, that was his favorite feeling. Getting this little appliance did half the job for him, all he had to do was hold it steady and move his hips.

The sight above you was heavenly, his wet abs right in front of your face while his soaked curls would occasionally drip onto your face and cause you to look up, then be met with his sculpted features. God-- if there is a god-- it could very well look like Chan. The way he looked at you could make you cum by that alone.

It took another four minutes, tops, of him barely rocking into you, tapping at the soft spot within you and keeping the stream satisfying the pulsing along your center. You reached up for his biceps, lightly scratching and pulling him down for a slow, sloppy kiss, mumbling against his lips how close you already were. "Whenever you want, darling," he cooed back, entirely satiated already.

Chan did what he always did when you were close, and that was rapid fire. He quickly shook his wrist to let the stream run over your clit, back and forth, the feeling getting more and more intense every split second it left and returned tenfold. Until you were clawing down his forearm and abdomen, back arching against the tile with a last cry of his name and a string of whimpers.

Another minute passed before the oxygen returned to your brain and you could think clearly again. Chan was looking down at you with his forehead leaning against the tile as well, buried as deep in you as he could go and a silly smile plastered along his lips. Oh, how you loved his lips.

"I think our water bill is gonna be incredibly high," you joked, kissing the darkening red lines along his wrist.

"Just means we'll have to shower together. Y'know, to save water."

"I won't complain about that." Chan's eyes crinkled as he came down to press a kiss to your forehead in return.

"Doing everything with you is the highlight of my day. Even washing your stinky feet," he gently slid out of you and tickled the bottoms of your feet, getting you to kick him away while trying to crawl under the shower again. Chan caught you by the waist and held you from behind, once again hiding in the crook of your neck and simply enjoying having you in his arms.

[ashwhowrites]

Could you write something about older!neighbor!eddie and reader being fwb and she get pregnant and doesn’t want to tell Eddie bc he always said he didn’t want kids so she starts avoiding him and looking for a new place to live. Eddie ends up finding out about the baby bc he comes over to readers place because she’s been kinda sick lately and wants to check up on her and ends up seeing the ultrasound pictures. He tells reader that even though he never wanted kids he’s going to be there for her and their child (up to you if they end up together or not)?? I love your fics so much 🧡🧡🧡

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting! <3

Baby on board

Y/N has been sleeping with her neighbor for the last four months. Yeah, as in fucking each other until they were panting messes. She tried just to be his neighbor, he was older and rough around the edges. She was young and lived alone. It was hard to act like Eddie was not dropping to her knees attractive. She had to act like she didn't burn at the thought of him. But when he showed interest? Of course, she went for it.

But fuck

What a bad fucking idea

~~~

"Congratulations, you are pregnant. The tests at home were correct." The doctor said, a bright fake white tooth smile. Y/N felt sick to her stomach, reaching for the trash as she emptied her insides.

Y/N left the hospital, her head spinning. She knew the baby was Eddie's. She wasn't sleeping with anyone else, and Eddie loved cumming inside of her. It was dumb on her part, but she can blame it on being young. Him? He has no excuse.

But she knew Eddie didn't want kids. He's in his forties, divorced, and spends his time drinking beer. He was at the stage in his life where kids left his head. Oh, and the fact he got into a divorce over kids in the first place.

She was an idiot.

~~~

Over the few weeks, Y/N tried her best to stay hidden from Eddie. She stopped answering his calls, refused to leave the house unless it was an emergency, and avoided him and his house at all times.

She had a few more appointments, now leaving the doctor with ultrasound pictures. She couldn't help but grow excited about being a mom. Sure, she'd be on her own, alone, and terrified. But she tried to not focus on that, and focus on the fact she was going to have a baby.

She thought about telling Eddie, but running away was easier. She couldn't face his disappointment or anger. It was easier to leave him before he could. She sat online and searched for a new place to live. With a kid on the way, she thought an apartment would be best for her to afford.

She didn't hide from Eddie as well as she thought. He paid too close attention for her to hide everything from him. He could see her exhausted body getting out of the car, carrying bags of medicine, ice cream, and who knows what else.

He was worried about her. She stopped talking to him out of the blue, and she didn't look well. She'd look in the direction of his house in fear, racing to her front door. His calls went unanswered, his knocks never allowed the door to open, and he couldn't get out of his house fast enough to catch her.

But today he was going to talk to her.

He walked out of his house, cursing at the cold and the snow beneath his shoes. He cuddled into his sweatshirt a little more as he walked a few feet over. He blew hot air on his hands then knocked.....and knocked.

"I KNOW YOU'RE HOME!" he yelled, but no answer.

"I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL WE TALK SO I'LL FREEZE OUT HERE ALL NIGHT. IF YOU CARE ABOUT ME, I THINK YOU WOULDN'T WANT THAT!" he was too old for this shit. He felt like a child locked him out of his house and was laughing at him on the other side.

But when she opened the door, she wasn't laughing. She had a blanket over her body, her eyes bloodshot, and her skin pale.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" He rushed out, he pushed himself inside before she could protest. His shoes kicked off as he began to rub her arms.

"Just sick." She shrugged, it wasn't a whole lie. She technically was throwing up.

"Oh, baby." He said, wrapping his arms around her. She cursed at herself for melting in his arms. For sneaking an inhale of his scent and shuddering against his hard body. His facial hair scratched across her forehead as he planted a kiss.

"Let's get you back in bed and I'll make you some soup." He said. She almost wanted to laugh at the irony. Here he was, acting like a perfect caring partner. But he didn't want that with her.

She didn't say a word, trying her best to push her feelings aside. She was moving away from him.

After Eddie tucked her in, he walked down to her kitchen. He tried to remember the few times he was over and watched her cook. As the soup heated on the stove, he looked around. His eyes caught black and white photos. Curiosity took over as he grabbed the photos.

His stomach twisted in uncomfortable ways, all tied in knots as he took in the ultrasound. She was pregnant.

He knew it wasn't right to be mad at her, but he was clenching every part of his body. He knew getting involved with a younger girl was a dumb idea, and it was even dumber to fall for her.

He grabbed the pictures, turned off the stove, and marched upstairs. He knew he should be calm down and not make her feel worse, but he couldn't.

"Where's the soup?" She asked, her teasing smile fell when she saw him holding the pictures.

"What the fuck is this?" He snapped, she felt her body tense at the anger in his voice. She knew he wouldn't be happy about this, but she didn't think he'd look so pissed.

"Ultrasound pictures." She said quietly, she feared for what would come next.

"That's why you've been avoiding me? Because you've been pregnant with some other bastard's baby?" He growled, angrily throwing the pictures at the bottom of her bed. He wasn't sure what the feeling was in his stomach, but the thought of some other boy being with her, inside of her, and connecting himself to her made him sick.

But that's not what she expected.

"What!" She was shocked. She didn't think for a second Eddie would think she was off sleeping around. She didn't think he was, but now she felt sick thinking about that too.

"You could have been honest and told me to fuck off. Instead, you have me chasing you, and now I look like an idiot." He argued.

"I've been avoiding you because the baby is yours." She said, simple and straight to it. She watched as his angry act dropped. His eyes are wide and his jaw is open.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." Eddie sighed, he felt guilty for getting so mad at her.

"I didn't say anything because I know you never wanted kids and I couldn't handle you hating me." Her sad voice broke his heart.

"Oh baby," he sighed, he walked over to the side of the bed. He dropped to his knees and held her hand.

"I need to be honest with you." He said, she swallowed nervously.

"My ex and I weren't exactly in love. We were two people living together. I didn't want kids and we got divorced. I figured I wouldn't want kids with anyone, but you changed that." He explained, Y/N was confused, and he could see that.

"I've been too nervous to ask you out because I figured you wouldn't want a future with someone who's kinda ahead of you. You're so young, and I figured you wouldn't want to settle down with a guy who couldn't give you a family. But I did." She felt her heart race as his voice got stuck in his throat. His brown eyes filled with water.

She squeezed his hand and he kissed her skin.

"I fell in love with you. And I've spent so many nights dreaming of having little versions of us running around. I adore you and I want even more of you. To have one more of you or as many as three. Be connected to you for the rest of my life." His words caused her eyes to water as well. She feared he wouldn't want the baby or her. But hearing he dreamed of both filled her with so much hope.

"I love you too." She smiled, sniffling as he smiled back.

"Let's have a baby!" He cheered, his tears falling as he cupped her cheeks.

"A baby!" She repeated, laughing as Eddie smothered her face in kisses.

Eddie pressed his lips against hers, his hands covering her cheeks. She kissed back, her hands on her lap as she melted into him.

"Gonna be the best dad ever, promise." He whispered against her lips.

"I know you will be, Munson."

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[roosterforme]

Okay, but how about the first time Jake and Darling have a fight? How would that go?

I really like your stories bc while it is fiction, I feel like you show every aspect of a relationship, not only the good parts.

🩷

OMG, nonny. I'm swooning. I try to make my stories realistic (as much as they can be for fanfic). Nobody is happy and confident all the time. Everyone is stressed about something. Relationships are hard work, and dealing with someone else is sometimes weird and annoying. So thank you, I appreciate that so much.

Jake and Darlin' argue all the time about all the small things in life. They have different opinions on a lot of things, but it's never usually anything they remember by the next day. I think their first big fight would happen shortly after she moves in with him, just after she graduates from school and starts her new job. (angsty below).

"I had the longest day at work," you muttered, shoveling the last bite of the dinner Jake made into your mouth. You set your fork down and stretched as you stood. This whole week was dragging. You realized you were probably complaining more than usual, but you were just over it. "Let's go take a bath and just go to bed. I'll clean up tomorrow morning."

Jake looked at you, his lips pressed into a firm line. "Go ahead. I'll clean it up."

You reached for his hand, but he was already stacking the plates. "You cooked. I don't want you to clean up. I'll do it later," you reiterated.

"Just go get in the bath," he snapped, carrying everything back to the kitchen.

"I don't want to take a bath without you!"

Jake dumped everything into the sink and spun around. "You're not the only one who's working full-time, but you're certainly acting like it."

With narrowed eyes, you asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Jake took a deep, practiced breath and let it out slowly. "I know you're tired, but it would be nice for you to acknowledge that I work longer hours than you do. So just go relax in the bath by yourself while I clean up."

"Well, now I don't want to!" You were suddenly so angry, you couldn't see straight, and you also wanted to cry. "You're treating me like a child!"

"You're acting like one."

His words hurt you more than a slap across your cheek would have, and your jaw dropped open. But then his next sentence made it even worse.

"In my house no less."

"Wow," you gasped, turning and running toward the bedroom as you started crying. It wasn't like you weren't paying to be here. You knew it wasn't much, but you had been insistant about giving Jake five hundred dollars per month. And for what? So he could act like you were an unwanted guest?

You ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you before you curled up on the tub mat on the floor and sobbed. Work wasn't like school. Trying to figure out how you fit in with your coworkers was exhausting, and you were still learning all the ropes. You drove back here every day mentally drained, and up until tonight, Jake was always the one who seemed willing to listen. You should have just cleaned up the kitchen, because now you felt like you didn't belong anywhere.

"Darlin'." Jake's voice was as sharp as his knock on the door. You tried to dry your tears, but it wasn't working, and maybe you really were a child compared to your boyfriend. "Darlin'!"

"It's not even locked!" you shouted, but it came out as weak as you felt. Jake opened the door, and in an instant, he was curled up on the floor with you, pulling you into his arms.

"Fuck. I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry I acted like an asshole." You tried to wriggle away from him, but he wouldn't let you. "I think I'm more exhausted this week than I'd like to admit, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

In spite of the fact that you were on the floor crying, you mustered up the courage to whisper, "I'm not a child."

"You're an adult," he said firmly. "An adult who just started a very impressive job. You're holding it together better than I did when I was in flight school." He kissed your forehead. "And you're absolutely right. We should have just climbed in our bathtub and then gone right to our bed. The fucking dishes do not matter right now. They can sit in our kitchen sink until whenever the fuck we feel like cleaning up."

Jake rubbed slow, soothing circles against your lower back until you were all cried out. If you thought you were tired before, it was nothing compared to how wrung out you felt now. You wanted to put forth a peace offering and just get up and clean the kitchen, but his lips were on your damp cheek and his voice was in your ear. "I love you, Darlin'. It has been a long week for both of us. I would like nothing more than to climb in a hot bath with you, relax until the water gets cold, and then get in our bed and go to sleep."

You nodded and started the water while he got two towels ready, and then both of you undressed. Jake kissed your bare shoulder and held you while the tub filled. "You belong here," he whispered. "I don't want you anywhere other than our house."

[pupyuj]

[cw: smut, g!p, overstimulation, masturbation]

almost lost my train of thought here... but i was thinking about minjeong and short-circuited,, yknow.. the usual 😵‍💫 this is so long it might as well have been a full fic 😭😭 i probably said 'minjeong' way too many times here but ignore me okay i love her name...

EDIT: I GOT THE CWS WRONGJDJCNGK

your perv virgin bff minjeong who's always thinking about fucking you :(( even in some of her dreams you're there.. naked and telling her to give in to her temptations and then she wakes up with the most horrible hard on ever that she has to calm herself down 😭😭 but like she definitely could fuck you bcs it's not like you're a prude and you have slept with your other friends before,, but minjeong chickens out every time she could talk to you about it,,, how could she even talk about it?! her, the shy and 'pathetic' kim minjeong, asking for you, the sweet and charming (y/n) to have sex with her?? no, minjeong thinks she doesn't deserve that privilege 💔

bbut likeeee what if you invite her over to your house for your weekly movie nights,, minjeong arriving on time just like always, thinking the night was going to be just like the others where she has to try and keep her urges controlled while she watches you snore next to her 😭 and she's seeing you in one of your cute pajamas sets again and has a little mental breakdown inside her head bcs her bff was so dang cute :(( but she's also growing a fucking boner again bcs when is she not???? thank god you never minded that minjeong had a dick bcs she knew that if you were to take a glance down, you would see the very obvious tent in her sweatpants 😟🫣

minjeong sitting down on your bed, all changed in her pajamas and lazily browsing your movie collection,,, hiding her hard on under one of your plushies bcs ofc she had to be staring at your plump ass the entire time you walked around your room 😩

"shit,, i'm sorry minjeong, i forgot to buy us packets of hot chocolate earlier," you said, pouting cutely.

"it's okay, we can just have the bread and the other snacks," minjeong smiles at you, finding this side of yourself very endearing .

"mmm but i wanted a warm drink," you mumbled . just then, minjeong got a sick thought in her head that made her blush so hard, she had to focus her eyes back on the tv. ugh she was such a dirty-minded girl, she thought of you gulping up her cum like it was a cup of hot chocolate :((

"i'll run down to the convenience store real quick! will you be okay here?" and minjeong nodded. you've left her alone in your house before and usually she just stayed in your room and scrolled through her phone . "i'll lock the door, don't worry. i'll be back in a few!" and then you were gone. minjeong finally gets rid of the plushie on her lap and looked at her throbbing hard cock, her face all red . she was hopeless . she can't possibly try and get rid of it, she was in your room! you'd immediately know if your best friend decided to jack off and come on your bed! eventually, minjeong decided to just distract herself and pray that her cock will calm down on its own... and what does she do? walk around your room and clean up .

she arranged your plushies on your bed, fixed the framed pictures sitting atop your bookshelf, slid a few books back inside your bookshelf, cleaned up your study table and vanity mirror, then she makes her way inside your bathroom, where she saw a few of your dirty clothes lying on the floor . clicking her tongue, she picks it all up and throws it inside your dirty laundry basket... except a thin, purple pair of panties that she couldn't stop looking at while holding it in her hands. and oh no, there her boner goes again...

fuck, this was impossible. she has to do something, right??? you were going to be out and about for who knows how long... it should be okay, right???

minjeong making her way back to your bed with a sense of urgency :(( nearly tripping over her own feet trying to pull her pajama pants and panties off,, sitting back down on your bed, her cock hanging in the air,, oh she so knew this was wrong in all ways but she has to calm herself before you arrive or else she'll go through the embarrassment of you noticing her hard cock halfway through the night and possibly tease her about it :(((

meanwhile... you're rushing back to your house with a bag full of hot chocolate packets and a few extra snacks bcs you're paranoid that some guy might break in and hurt your little minjeong sjsndjkfkdf calling out to your best friend as soon as you're inside, taking off your flip flops and jacket and heading to the kitchen to heat up some water when you hear... groaning? oh god did somebody actually break in??!!! you rushing up the stairs with only minjeong's safety in mind and coming to a complete stop in front of your bedroom door when you hear minjeong's voice moaning... your name...?? you left the door slightly open earlier, so you took a peek inside...

lo and behold, your best friend, the sweetest, most innocent girl you know, has your favorite pair of panties wrapped around her hard cock 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 she doesn't notice you standing by the door yet, too lost in pleasure and too focused on getting herself to come . she's bucking her hips against the fabric, where the tiniest bit of your own slick from when you were wearing it before remain.. but then she puts your panties against her nose and inhaled, finding your scent so addicting... she's simultaneously jerking herself off and within the next seconds, she came with a whine.. and you watched as her cum spurted out of her cock and onto your bedsheets...

"holy fuck minjeong." bcs what else were you supposed to say!?

poor minjeong nearly bursting into tears when she realizes that you've watched her,, immediately hiding her cock underneath your blankets and dropping your panties on the floor,,, "i-i-i... you're s-supposed to be gone... you weren't supposed to see all that..!!" she's so embarrassed, it's almost heartbreaking 😔 but see, what minjeong doesn't know is that you don't give a fuck.

approaching her on the bed, standing by the side and grabbing her face, "minjeong.. don't cry, it's okay," you're saying bcs now the poor girl was actually in tears :(((

"i'm so s-sorry, (y/n)... i know i'm fucking weird.. i h-had to do something about it, i'm sorry..." ugh it really hurt to see your best friend like this :(( but.. you did say before that you would do anything to cheer her up... and what better way to do that than to relieve her?? ☺️☺️☺️

minjeong's eyes nearly bulging out of her head when you pulled the blanket off of her legs, freeing her still hard cock... taking off your pajama top and climbing on your bed, on your knees, face down and so dangerously close to minjeong's cock... "i got you, minjeong... you don't even have to ask." and her mind completely goes blank when you planted a kiss on her tip 😵‍💫😩

easing her length into your mouth bcs unexpectedly enough, minjeong was surprisingly big :((( feeling your pussy clench at the way her cock twitched as you pushed it deeper and deeper down your throat steadily... looking up at minjeong and seeing her completely entranced by how your mouth feels on her cock.. she was so cute </3 finally bobbing your head up and down slowly, dragging your lips on her shaft and simultaneously licking off her cum from before...

minjeong was completely frozen, convinced that she was stuck in a daydream bcs she never once thought that you would do this with her :(((( you putting her hand on your head, silently pleading her to use your mouth with your eyes but minjeong's virgin ass doesn't know what to do at alllll 😭😭😭 so she just pets your head and nods at you cutely, as if to tell you to keep on doing what you're doing ugh she's so stupid...

rolling your eyes and deciding to do it all on your own, moving your head up and down faster and faster, making yourself gag when minjeong's cock touches the back of your throat,,, minjeong nearly screaming out as she came,, her warm cum filled up your mouth, and you're swallowing every drop <333

"thank you... thank you, (y/n)..." minjeong says, completely out of her head... and you just laugh at her bcs oh, poor girl doesn't know what was coming... you're suddenly pulling her down on the bed, making her lay flat on her back while you took off your pajama pants and panties,,, minjeong staring at you with wide eyes... on one hand she thought you pussy was really pretty but on the other, holy fuck she was so turned on 😵‍💫

"don't think i never see you checking my ass out, minjeong. you're not as slick as you think, baby," you wink at her before turning yourself around facing minjeong's legs and bending down a little, pushing your ass against her cock. oh god she knew exactly what you were going to do,,, you lifted yourself up, spread your folds open, and dropped your cunt on minjeong's cock,,

both of you moaning loudly at the feeling,, gripping minjeong's ankle as you fucked yourself onto her cock,, your best friend watching your ass jiggle every time you dropped down,, fuck she could come just by the sight alone she's so weak for you :((((

"mmhm..! you should've told me, minjeong... you really should have told me you were so big.. ahh...! i would have let you fuck me sooner... so much sooner..." you were moaning like crazy, riding her deeper and faster, hitting all of your sweet spots with your best friend's cock 🫠 a part of you have always wanted to use her like this.. minjeong was so timid and always needed you,, you should have known that she need you in this way too!

"f-from now on.. you won't get to suffer anymore, baby... a-ahhn... i'll let you fuck me whenever you need me... o-okay? just call me and i'll be there, alright...? fuck...! i'm your best friend after all," oh, you were driving minjeong crazyyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫 she was gripping your ass now, ruthlessly slamming her cock inside you, completely driven by her desire for you 😳 she's scratching your lower back, sure to leave marks and small wounds but you don't mind of course 😩

ehehejdejd minjeong suddenly having the courage to get up, push you onto your knees, all fours on your bed, and then pounding into you from behinddd 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

"fucking finally.. knew you had it in you... come on, harder... fuck me, minjeong...!!"

and that she does! tiny grunts in your ear as she thrusting her cock into you as best as she can,, ofc she's a little clumsy but you know she'll make up for it in the future... you'll be there to help her ☺️ minjeong whining in your ear, holding your hands, biting on your shoulder as she cums inside you :((( you're coming too, and you sounded so heavenly to her... your moans were definitely sounds that she wants to hear her whole life...

the two of you definitely fuck all night 😭😭😭 in between movies and sips of hot chocolate, minjeong just can't get enough of youuu 💖💖

[a66-1]

HI OMG i just read all your stuff and theyre so GOOD AGHH!;!3)2):&;&??? and for any requests how about another docile!simon because hes SOO CUTE IM IN LOOVEE or a childhood!best friend 😮‍💨😮‍💨

crying and throwing up bc AHH

tysm omg..

it's giving I should do both of these

Childhood bestfriend!Simon (who's a docile soul) x Reader.

a/n: major fluff ❤️

what was a661 listening to? (Homesick by Noah Kahan, Sugar Sweet by Benson Boone, Young Blood by Noah Kahan, Like Real People Do by Hoizer)

Unedited and not proofread

Simon and you go way back, and I mean way back. You knew this boy since he learned how to tie his shoe. (Unsurprisingly you had to teach him because what the heck are you doing to the laces?)

You lived slightly south of Manchester, and only really saw Simon when your parents met up every month or so, but you and Simon were essentially locked at the hip when you two were around each other. Pinkies bound together as you walked around the pond, watching the swans swim in the water. His smile was always so.. Soft. Never a big, excited smile. One where you knew he was comfortable.

His older brother always scoffed at the two of you, opting to stick by his parents and yours as they sat on a bench, as they talked amongst themself. Simon Unhooked his pinkie from yours as he bent by a few rocks, looking through them.

"Hey, come 'ere." He gestured you over. You crouched next to him. He picked a few weed flowers, and plopped on the ground to tie the bottoms together. When he was done, he handed them to you.

"There! For you. They're really pretty." He smiled softly, as you took them. You laughed quietly, and hugged him.

"Thank you, Si." You said quietly, before pecking his cheek. You heard your mom yell at you to get your hands off eachother, as you two are only 8 and 10.

You two separate, and walk back over to your parents. Simon had a pink hue to his cheeks, but nothing he couldn't not excuse as sunburn.

Once you got in your rickety car back to your house, it's not like you knew you'd never see him again. You were packed and already on the plane 3 weeks later.

The absolute meltdown you had in the airport had your mom threatening to ductape your mouth shut, and you're pretty sure you cried all the way to America.

-

You lift your head, noticing your spot in line has moved up, again. You shift forward, a basket of food in your arms. You got your own places little over a year ago. Freedom feels.. Great, actually, nobody is on your ass and you can freely drive anywhere without a 'where tf are you??' text.

You get to the register, and give a polite nod and 'I'm good, and you?' Your accent still catches a few people off guard. Fucking hell, this state is absolute shit sometimes. Just because some people aren't the same as you, you don't gotta be weird about it-

It's not even like it's heavy, it's just slightly there. Growing up with the most British parents in a very not British town has got your accent all odd, but if anyone from Manchester heard you, they might be able to decipher you.

You take your bags and walk to your car, loading it. Just one more thing in the list... Ah, the pet shop. The place isn't far, so you lock your car and start your walk on the way there.

A few Military officers stand a block away, across the street. They don't look quite American, in all actuality, isn't that the flag from-

You abruptly run into someone. Fuck. God, why don't you keep your eyes open every once in a while? You take a step back, rubbing your nose. Crap, they had a hard fucking chest, because your nose feels half broken.

"My bad, I'm so sorry-" You glance up to notice an military officer. You stand straighter, noticing the Union Jack flag. The guy has gear on, and a.. Ghost mask? A bavaclava, I'm pretty sure, and some eye black.

"It's.." He squints, pausing, before continuing, "Fine. It's fine."

That's an accent if you've heard one. God, it's familiar as crap, you know you've heard it before. Which parents had that accent again? Sounds like.. Jack's parents were more west...

"You uh.. You from here?" He gruffly asks, "Can tell you got an accent."

You shake your head, "I was born in Manchester, moved when I was 8, give or take."

His eyes widen this time, before cursing. He turns to the group of men further down, and throws a hand signal. They nod, and continued a conversation they were having.

"Oh? I had a friand who uh.. Who.." He hesitated, but he slipped off his mask.

"Who did that too."

You stared doe eyed at him. "Simon?"

That blonde hair is impossible to forget. You choke on a laugh, before grabbing his face. His nose is definitely different, but it looks like shits been broken.

"Holy shit, it's you." He smiled. Fucking hell, his smile.

"Jesus! What're you doing here, I mean- I-I never thought we'd-" You cut yourself off with a laugh, before hugging him tightly, your hands curling into his hair. He swiftly hugged back, rocking you softly. Goddammit, he looks good.

Good, good.

"Oh lovie, you can't understand how happy I am, I remember how you left and.." He stares at you quietly, and frowned. "Never really made another friend like you again."

That made you frown, "Si, you should've made friends! I was just the example!" You throw in a smile, to show him your joking.

You both find yourself laughing together, your hands back on his cheek, his hands on your hips. And.. Some reason naturally, you drifted closer and.. Kissed. Neither of you hesitated, it was swift and you kept his head against yours, and you made sure the kiss was good.

He was good.

You both pulled away, a soft look shared among you too.

"Are we gonna brush past that, or.." He laughed, and hugged you again, swinging you around once. You yelped, and hit his shoulder.

"Put me down!!" You squealed, laughing.

Price glanced over to the two of you, Soap turning as well.

"Tha' there mus' be tha' Bonnie he mentions," Soap nods slightly, smiling for his friend.

"Sure is. I knew he'd take this mission cuz' o' her." Price chuckled softly.

You carded through his hair softly, looking in his eyes.

"I missed you, Si."

AHH THE IINSPO FOR THIS HAD ME SENT WRITING THIS.

Never seen something like this so I feel accomplished not having a clue how to keep going.

TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT!!

Request to get more fun stories like this!

Bye babes!

-a661

[luvfy0dor]

“And I Need You Like a Heartbeat ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Nikolai Gogol, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Warnings: probably ooc, loosely proofread

Description: Valentine's drabbles with my fav BSD boys ♡⁠˖

A/n; HAPPY (technically early) VALENTINES DAYYYYY!!!! When I talk about chocolate I'm talking about Elmer's chocolate because it's literally so good, dare I say it rivals terrys oranges and I'm a ride or die for those. Also the pink theme is staying for a while bc i really love it.

⑅Nikolai Gogol⑅

→ Nikolai always made an attempt to truly 'woo' you on Valentine's day, he couldn't help himself! He had so much love to share with you, and how lucky he feels that there's an entire holiday just for going all out. He makes sure it's extra special, even though every other day of the year he showers you with his love for you.

Nikolai thought about all of your favorite things while he stood in a store picking out a card and gift for you. He wanted a silly but meaningful one, and that proved really difficult to find, so he decided to come back to it after grabbing you some chocolates. He wanted to get you the biggest box of chocolates possible, and if not that every single small box he could get his hands on. It either had to be comically large or a comically large amount. He grinned immediately when he saw the 72 piece heart shaped box of chocolates. He grabbed three of them excitedly, hoping you'd be ecstatic to receive 216 chocolates. He also wanted to get you flowers, so he made his way to the floral area of the store, picking out a beautiful bouquet of pink and red roses with some babies breath in between the flowers. He walked to self checkout and paid for his gifts for you, having decided to hand-make you a card out of card stock when he got home- that way he could make it as silly and genuine as he wanted.

Nikolai walked out of the store, his arms full until he opens his portal to set everything inside the car before he gets there. It allows him to reach into his pocket and unlock the car, quickly getting in and starting it while rubbing his arms to fend off the cold. He shivers before stretching out his arms and backing out of his parking spot, leaving the lot and heading home. He calmly hummed along to the radio until he reached your house, hopping out of the car and using his portal to gently set everything inside. Once he got inside, he immediately found the pens and papers, starting to write out his card to you. He drew intricate flowers on the white paper, coloring the organic shapes in with pink colored pencil. He wrote your name on it in scripty handwriting and used some red lip gloss to leave a kiss mark. He giggled with excitement and set up all of your gifts in a cutsey array before watching out the window for your car to pull into the driveway. When it finally did, he jumped up, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling from leaping so high. He walked to the door, unlocking it, opening it, and embracing you before you could even stick your key in the lock.

"Kolya, oh my gosh-!" You said, caught a little off guard by it, but you hugged him back. He kissed your cheek and pulled you inside, spinning you around and placing a proper kiss on your lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, darlin'!" He grinned as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. "Thanks babe, you snatched me inside so quickly I couldn't even grab your gift that I put down-" you're cut off by Nikolais enthusiastic voice. "Oh, speaking of which! Sorry for cuttin' you off, but I've got a gift for you too!" He grabs your hand and leads you to the dining room where he had your array of things. He grabbed the flowers and held them out to you. You were a little stunned, but gratefully accepted them into your arms. "Kolya, those are so beautiful! Thank you, babe!" You hugged him tightly, noticing all the large heart shaped boxes of chocolate.

"And I also got you these and this card." He says, handing you the card and gesturing to the big boxes of chocolate. You immediately start to laugh. "Is something wrong?" He asks, a small amount of worry laced into his tone. You shook your head and walked to the door, opening it and grabbing the same box of chocolates off of the stairs. "I got the same ones for you!" You hand them to him. Nikolais laughter joins your own, but yours quiets down while you read the heartfelt card. Nikolai knew all the words to use to make your heart swoon. You set it down gently on the table and pulled Nikolai in for a kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist. "Mmn, thank you, Kolya. So much." You say, giving his pretty, pink lips one more peck and leaning your head in the crook of his neck. "Any time, sweetheart." He hums in satisfaction before a thought dawns on him. "Do you wanna watch movies and eat some of this chocolate for dinner instead of cooking?" You nod exasperatedly. "That sounds perfect right now." You extracted yourself from the hug and walked towards the couch, your boyfriend in tow with one of the boxes of chocolate. He put on a cheesy rom-com, the both of you laughing at the cheap jokes while snacking on the chocolates together- what a perfect Valentine's Day evening. ♡⁠˖

⑅Dazai Osamu⑅

→ Dazai gets really romantical, going as far as to cook a full meal for you. He puts his heart and soul into the dish, wanting you to come home to a relaxing and loving evening with the love of your life. He plates the food he spent oh so long on and lights the candles while waiting for you. He fixed his hair in one of the mirrors and hung up his apron that you gifted him in attempt to spark his culinary creativity more, and it surely did. He decided to really experiment tonight, after all, love was about taking chances, no?

His posture stiffened when he heard your keys in the apartment door right before you let yourself in. He walked out to greet you, noticing your tired demeanor. It all seemed to subside when you set eyes on him, though. "Hey, 'Samu. Happy Valentine's day." You said, your voice engaging rather than monotonous. You loosely draped your arms around his was and breathes in his scent. "Hey, babe." He greeted you, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "I made dinner for us. Filet mignon." He proudly says, rubbing a hand up and down your back. You raise an eyebrow but decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. You didn't think Dazai was the worst cook because he definetly did have his moments, he was just a little... unpredictable, per say. You walked into the dining room with him and can immediately smell strong amounts of cinnamon. You raised an eyebrow, but chalked it up to the candle on the table. When you sat down and observed the food, though, you realized that the smell was not in fact the candle and Dazai had coated the steak in cinnamon.

You stared at it for a moment. "Oh wow, Osamu, that's really thoughtful of you. I appreciate the dinner." He smiled at your thanks, grabbing his fork and cutting a piece of it. "I know it looks a little interesting, but you gotta take risks and try new things in life, babe." He says matter of factly, bringing the cinnamon coated meat to his mouth and eating it. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit as you cut a piece off and brought it to your mouth. "'Samu, I'm sorry, I can't eat cinnamon on this." You say, reverting your attention back to him. You can't help but feel amused when you see his scrunched up nose and grimace. "Yeah, you know, I can't either. Oh, I'm sorry I ruined our romantic Valentine's Day dinner." He apologizes. "I got you some chocolates that I could feed you instead?" He proposes with a grin. His bony fingers hold up the heart shaped box of sweets while you nod in agreement. "That sounds great, actually, but you should probably brush your teeth first, that must taste disgusting."

It wasn't long before you were sitting on Dazais lap, your hands on his shoulder while he holds up a chocolate to your mouth, giggling with you while you talk with eachother about their memories and dates in the spirit of Valentine's Day. His other hand massaged your thigh while he listened to you talk, your voice like music to his ears. "That was a fun date, wasn't it?" He laughs, patting your thigh while you swallow a piece of chocolate. "Is it good?" He asks you, a small grin on his face. "Mhm, real good. Wanna try one?" You offer. Your arm extends over to the box of chocolates and you hold one up for your boyfriend to eat. He shakes his head and gently pushes your hand away, cupping your cheek with his own. "Oh no, babe, those are for you. If I really want to, I can taste one without eating one." He says, leaning in and kissing you. His lips were chapped but pleasantly familiar, and his tongue slipped into your mouth the first chance he got.

The both of you mutually pulled away for air after a hot second, Dazais cheeks red with blush and his hands on your hips. A small grin remained on his face and with a squeeze of your side, he opened his mouth to speak. "See? They taste great. I should buy some for myself. Or maybe I could just keep doing that- save some money, y'know?" He teases. You roll your eyes and peck his lips one more time, running your hands through his hair. "Save some money for us by not dumping a shit ton of cinnamon on filet mignon and wasting it." You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, your hand over his chest to feel his heartbeat.

⑅Fyodor Dostoevsky⑅

→ Fyodor decides that the perfect way to spend Valentine's Day with his beloved partner was by taking a bath with you. He filled the bath tub with warm water, watching the mirror fog up as the water rose. He even added some bubbles because he knew it would be to your liking, as well as some essential oils. His sleeves were rolled up from checking the waters temperature when he walked out to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine for both himself and you. He carried them to the bathroom with confidence where he found you digging through the drawers of the sink. "What are you looking for, Moya Lyubov?" He handed a cup to you and you sipped on it, letting out a satisfied hum at the familiar taste. "Mn-, nothing, just a face mask. Wanna do one with me when I find the stuff I need?" You ask, continuing your search him the next drawer down. "I don't see why not, just hurry up before out bath gets cold." He smiled and leaned down to kiss your cheek. He only removed his shirt before you stood back upright, facemask and applicator in hand. "Found it! Come here, Fedya, I wanna do you first."

You twist the cap off of the container and dip the applicator in, getting product on the silicone end. He complied with your words and stepped towards you, leaning you against the sink counter top with his hand on the small of your back. You gently applied the face mask to your lovers skin, watching his eyebrows furrow at the chill of the product with amusement. "Cold?" You lightly teased. His nose scrunched up and he hummed in response. "Mhm." He seemed like he was about to knock out standing there, very tired looking. You quickly finished the application and patted his shoulder. "Don't fall asleep yet, we haven't even got in the tub." You say. He laughs and takes the jar and applicator from your hands. "I was not sleeping." His grin was wide and he put the gel on your face, too. "Well you looked tired."

He finishes your mask and now both of your faces has a green tint to them with a tingly feeling on your skin. You both strip down and get into the tub, the warm water engulfing your bodies as you sit facing Fyodor, holding his hand under the water while the other hand held your glass. The both of you sipped on your drinks and talked about your dinner plans for the night. You decided to stay in and order cake out because brothers of you really wanted to cook. You spent thirty minutes in the tub together, switching from your position of facing each other to you sitting in between Fyodors legs with your back to his chest while you played with his hair. He enjoyed your touch, your fingertips gliding across his scalp felt better than anything else in the world at the moment. His hand went up and down your shoulder and arm lovingly, occasionally pressing kisses to the top of your head or grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. He would murmur soft, accented 'i love you's and praises during soft moments like these.

Soon enough, the two of you stood up from the bath and stepped out of the tub, drying off and getting dressed again. Fyodor wore pajama pants and a sweatshirt while you wore some sweatpants and a tank top. You immediately ordered your food and laid down in bed with Fyodor while you waited. You were both watching some random rom-com that sounded only remotely interesting, but your boyfriend must have found it less than enthralling because within a few minutes, you could hear him snoring right behind you with his arm still draped over your waist. You giggled and rolled over to face him, sighing quietly. "I guess I'm gonna have to get up and get the food, huh?" You murmured to yourself, brushing his bangs out of his face while he snoozed. A smile formed on your face because of how cute Fyodor looked, unable to resist yourself from kissing his head a couple times. "I love you, Fedya. Happy Valentine's Day." You whispered.

A/n; Hiiii , I know I like, never post two days in a row, but it's Valentine's day so there's an exception.

[keyotos]

can i request a situationship fic w blade or/and jing yuan? i love your writing, btw!!

call me babe for the weekend

summary ⎯ situationships w/ blade and jing yuan!

tana's words ⎯ modern!au bc i don't know how to incorporate situationships in both their canon lives 😭

blade slightly suggestive. probably ooc. little angsty.

⎯ man he is the most confusing person to have situationships with. one moment he'll be so sweet and soft and then the next he has literally ignored you.

⎯ it's hot and cold with him and you don't know why, which pisses you off. his past plays a huge part in his emotional incompetence, but he would never let you know that, causing a drift in your relationship

⎯ he has his moments where he is being truthful with you about his feelings, but you find it hard to believe at times because of his actions.

⎯ you don't understand him or his actions or his words. how could one be so charming and then become so uncommunicative at the same time? so, you end up confronting him about it.

"blade," your voice is frigid, "do you need something?"

"just wanted to come inside," he leaned on the doorframe of your apartment door. curse him for being so attractive: his strong arms were lightly flexing as he leaned on the door. you might as well just have let him in. but you didn't; your resolve was fighting through.

"why are you showing up now?" your eyes narrowed. "it's late. i'm about to go to sleep."

blade crossed his arms, quickly sensing your hostility. you've never greeted him like this before. "can i not come by and see you?"

"you can't come by at eleven o'clock at night. especially not after i have gotten nothing but radio silence from you for five days." you snapped, body blocking the door. you knew that he would probably be able to get by with one push, but you tested your limits.

his expression softened. the gall he had, showing up at your house when it was nearly midnight, then proceeding to look at you with such a sincere expression that it causes you to melt. wait. what?

you cleared your throat, trying to shake off thoughts filled with blade. "come around another time," you try to shut the door on him, but blade holds the door in place with one hand.

"did i do something?" he asks in that sincere tone again. is he playing stupid, because there is no way he's serious right now.

you put your hands on the door, hiding behind it, "you came over to my house on saturday, slept with me, and i didn't even get to see you in the morning! and then, i don't hear anything from you for days! so yes, you did do something wrong."

"look," blade sighed, "i'm sorry. i've just been busy sorting out some⎯uh, things. i'll make it up to you, i promise."

he sounded so tired. apart of you wanted to ask him what happened and what did he go through throughout the past few days. but you needed to stand your ground. your "situationship" had been causing you to toss and turn in bed in the late hours of the night, wondering where the hell blade was.

"i'm not asking for you to make it up to me," you crossed your arms, "goodnight." you tried to shut the door, but blade slid through just in time.

"what are you doing?!" you hissed, "didn't i just tell you goodnight. that means it's your cue to leave."

"not until you tell me what's wrong," he tilted his head down to look at you. he needed to observe your expressions; you always were the most expressive person in the room, so maybe your expression will tell him what went wrong.

he couldn't lose you either.

you scoff, walking away from him, "i did. what don't you get about that?"

you headed inside your bedroom and grabbed a blanket and one pillow. at first, blade thought you were telling him to sleep on the couch until you said, "bed's yours. i'm sleeping on the couch tonight. don't bother me."

"please," he walked closer to you, "please don't be like that. i promise you that i'll atone for whatever i've done," blade placed his hands on your shoulders, locking you in place, "i'm sorry."

you groaned, rubbing your hands over your face, "i already told you this! i'm not asking for you to make it up for me. and i'm not asking you for an apology either. i just want you to realize that you're an asshole!" you move out of his grasp.

"what?" blade asked, speechless.

"fine! since you can't figure it out, i'll spell it out for you!" you brought your hands out in front of you, waving them around. blade told you once that you had a habit of talking with your hands. he said it while you two were still in bed with each other on a late night. the scenario seemed so endearing in a way that it seemed, domestic, almost. you chose to ignore that, however, focusing on the task at hand.

"you came over to my apartment at twelve in the morning on a night where i was supposed to be studying," the way you spoke was slow, as if you were lecturing a child, "and then, we proceeded to sleep with each other! and in the morning, there's no traces of you at all. and i don't hear from you again for days."

"you treat me as if i'm expendable!" you burst out, "you come so late at night, sleep with me, and then you leave. what is it, blade? what am i to you? why do you come around so much and then ditch me? or⎯ why do you act so," you shake your hands, struggling to find a word. another habit blade noticed and commented on, "so endearing! some of the things we do are borderline domestic, yet i hear nothing from you for days on end."

"i'm tired of just being the person you just call up to sleep with. i'm tired of being abandoned. this has happened for so long. and i'm so exhausted, blade," you rubbed your eyes with your hands. your rant was about to succumb you to bed, "i'm tired of not knowing what we are and i'm tired of seeing you gone. for once, i just wanted you to stay."

"but it's obvious you don't want to stay," you threw your hands up in the air, exasperatedly. "so why don't you just go on your merry⎯"

calloused hands wrapped around your wrist as you turned around to the couch. fingers brushed over your veins, and when you turned you saw the softest look blade had ever given you. his eyes were full of melancholy, longing, and regret.

"did i⎯ really make you feel that way?" blade asked, guilt evident in his tone and appearance. where blade was inexpressive with his words, he was expressive in his looks. you thought he was like you in the way.

"yeah," you turned away, wrist still in his grasp. "just go to sleep. i think we're both tired tonight," you wave your hand at him as a sign to go away.

"no."

"excuse me?" you raise an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes. "you do realize you're in my apartment, right?" you pointed to the ground using your free hand, "you either sleep here, or you're going back home."

but my home is you, he thought.

"i want to stay. with you," blade's eyes darted around your face, looking for any indication you'd let him right his wrongs. after your speech, he realized what he had been doing.

he left because he didn't want to hurt you, but even doing so, he hurt you more than he thought. blade thought you wouldn't want to be associated with him: his thoughts, his fears, his mind. in the end, you did want him to stay. maybe you two would talk about the hard stuff when blade does stay.

"kinda missed your chance, buddy," the nickname irked him.

blade scrunched his face at the sound of the nickname. he let go of your wrist, not wanting to cage you. so, he moves his hand down to yours, intertwining them together.

"i'm sorry for leaving you all those times. please believe me when i tell you that it was never my intention to hurt you," this was starting to sound more like a break-up the more blade rambled. you internally panicked, "i want to stay with you. i always have."

"then why haven't you?" you shook your head. you couldn't fall for this again; false promises under the guise of sincerity.

blade sighed. he would open his mouth, nearly saying something, but he would always close it again. that alone should have told you enough. but his hand in between yours? the way he gripped it so tenderly, so lovingly. and for some twisted reason, you stayed, hearing him out.

"i was terrified that you would leave me if you found out more about me. i emotionally avoided you because i am a coward that does not want to lose the only wonderful thing in his life he has left. but, i guess that ended up hurting you anyway, so either way i failed."

"i know you didn't want an atonement. i know you don't want an apology. just for me to realize. and i've realized. and i'm sorry⎯ i'm so sorry. i never meant to hurt you in such a way to make you feel so alone, because i want you to know that you will never be alone if i'm around. you are all i want. whatever you want, i will amend for. please. please forgive me," blade pleaded. his eyes were solemn, full of regret and hurt, yet they contained integrity. his mouth was contorted downwards, he was biting his bottom lip out of worry. his chest was rising and falling quickly: he was worried for your answer, you realized.

"how⎯ how do i know that you won't leave again?" you curled your fingers around his, holding on tighter in fear that he will let go. but to your surprise, he doesn't. he just holds on just as tight.

"i won't. this time, i promise you that," blade takes his other hand and wipes a tear from your face. you didn't even register that you were crying.

"i'm sorry," you wiped your eyes, "fuck. i didn't know. i'm sorry," you apologized, meek and resigned.

"you have nothing to apologize for," blade's hand cupped one side of your cheek. it seemed your body knew you better than your head did, as you instantly leaned into his touch. "i should be apologizing. i'll apologize to you for the rest of my life if i have to."

you laughed, "i'll be holding onto that atonement thing, just so you know."

blade smiled. he felt his entire body warm from just one sound from you, "i wouldn't expect nothing less," his hand left your cheek. your skin longed for his touch again, especially after you were devoid of such an intimate touch for days.

you yawned, bringing blade's hand up with you as you lifted your arms up in the air. blade raised an eyebrow, "sleepy?"

"extremely," you blinked a few times.

blade let go of your hand, gathering the stuff you laid on the couch beforehand, "let's rest. aeons know we need it," he softly chuckled.

when you woke up the next morning, you expected an empty space yet again. but blade stayed true to his promises, as you woke up in between his arms, warm and cozy, rather than being alone, cold and dreadful. and after that, you knew that everything would be okay.

i got lazy and i have writers block rn so i wasn't gonna write jing yuan 😭 sorry. but if you do want me to make a jing yuan version just lmk in my ask box and i'll get to it (eventually)

[tainted-heartz]

hello! could i maybe request a yandere wally x reader where the reader is suspiciously compliant with wally? almost to the point where he thinks the reader is putting on an act just to escape later on (which the reader totally could if they were bold enough to think wally was falling for their obvious act!)

| I'm honestly excited for this one bc I can finally slap a lot of my ideas down for this- |

- the first time he forcibly took you into home and made sure you'd stay at his own home you were so compliant to the point where as soon as he locked you in he wasn't worried about you escaping.

- he even gave you the okay to be able to leave his room , just really made sure you didn't leave home by telling home to lock you in no matter what either he be in the house or not.

- oh but you're silly aren't you? he isn't dumb. or well he thinks he isn't since he fully believes this is a little act that you're pulling so he doesn't hurt you or do anything to you even if the most he would do is stare..and stare.

- the more he watches you the more he noticed how comfortable you seemed at his house and even comfortable enough to talk to home (who responded in its own little ways).

- he kept having this growing anxiety of you leaving because he was gone most of the day , he couldn't seem suspicious to the other neighbors and doesn't speak a word about you suddenly going missing.

- you had gotten bold though and were sure you could escape late at night. as you slowly sat up trying to make sure the bed didn't creak you slipped out and were able to find your shoes and put them on. you quietly stepped down the hallway till there was a loud squeak from one of the doors..you had forgotten home entirely.

- “ oh darling..why are you leaving me? ” wally asked softly as he messed with a few bits of the fabric of his robe. his hair silky and down enough to cover one of his eyes as he stared right at you. “ did I do something wrong? ” his stare became intense and almost crazed as he stepped closer..and closer. you couldn't speak a single word.

- “ or did you think you could leave me? ” he said as he harshly grasped your wrist cause you to flinch. “ nono of course not wally! I was getting up to get a glass of water- ” “ you don't need shoes for a glass of water. ” you've never heard his tone so low before but in all honesty it was intimidating despite his height. he pulled you right back into his room and took it upon himself to force you back into bed and digged around his room for a few short seconds before taking a long piece of silky material. he walked over and placed your hands in front of you before tying the silky material into a pretty bow. “ oh look at that..a pretty way to keep you right here. ” he hummed, happy you didn't struggle one little bit.

- after tucking you in and getting cozy right beside you he didn't close his eyes all he did was stare at you. his wide eyes watching your every breath and movement. you had no choice but to try and sleep even if this monsters eyes were on you like prey.

[isa-ghost]

isa my beloved not to be demanding on main but can you pls give me some hcs for phil but like specifically aimed around the time he first adopted each of his kids? 🥺

i’m very 👀 to see if you have any thoughts on his attitudes or behaviours with them being different then as opposed to how he is now

you can also throw in stuff for missa too if u want as he is also their dad and I imagine some hcs might overlap ghgh

(this is oopsie btw i forget if i told u about me refreshing my main blog lmao)

Oh bet? I'm gonna do Phil's first impressions for each of them. :)

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Chayanne

"Oh god this kid is gonna die why is he obsessed with the edge of the WALL"

It was all over for him when Chayanne took that bath in the 2x2 puddle on top of the wall.

It was double over when the phantoms came down and he, Missa AND Chayanne all freaked the fuck out and ran into that teeny tiny house.

The SECOND Chayanne was like "I wanna kick ass and be a protector and fighter actually" Phil was like THIS IS MY SON AND I WILL KILL FOR HIM NOT JUST BECAUSE I'M OBLIGATED TO FOR THIS EVENT.

Honestly he couldn't believe he got so lucky when he and Missa picked Chayanne in the adoption center. How did he manage to pick an egg so compatible with him, interested in the things Phil has spent eons investing time and effort in.

Lullah

He was extremely nervous. He was nervous with Chayanne too but this was a different kind of nervous. Lullah was this soft, sweet, kind of timid little girl and he'd spent all his time so far being all rough and tumble and doing warrior shit with Chayanne. Now he had this lil girl who was Much different than them to take care of. He had no idea how it was gonna go and he was terrified smth would happen on his watch (he wasn't wrong).

He felt even worse bc there was this clear "this isn't my family, and I've barely gotten to know my family before being dumped on someone else" vibe he could do very little about. Mans was totally scrambling to figure out a way to make Tallulah feel more like she belonged with them. He wanted her comfortable at least.

And then her affinity for flowers came about and he latched onto it. It reminded him of something (Rose). :) He could work with flowers, and turtles.

Knowing him, he felt very attached to her right away, but felt like she took longer to properly attach to him. He assumed she just saw him as Abuelito, an obligation to be around because family or whatever. Mr. Overthinker definitely overthought about how Lullah felt.

But he committed to working his ass off to do whatever he could to make her feel like some sense of her normal was being maintained even in her father's absence. And swore to be as ready to kill for her as he was Chayanne, and not just out of obligation as a babysitter.

Missa

He was SO EXCITED. I don't think he'd talked much to Missa prior to being assigned with him. He thought it'd be a cool opportunity to get to know him more.

Tbh much like with Chayanne, that first OH FUCK family sprint to safety meant it was all over. Something about that moment it just clicked. Like yeah, he could spend the next unforeseen amount of time with this guy and their goofy risk-obsessed egg.

And then he discovered Missa is musical and instantly fell. Not romantically. But boy he fell.

After Day 1 he was super looking forward to spending every day with him and learning more about him (and hearing more guitar and singing).

Something about them communication-wise just instantly clicked as well. They just locked in immediately. Despite the distance they're stuck facing now, that hasn't changed either.

[sat0sugu-angst]

Kiss & Make Up

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

summary: you've fought with Katsuki before, but never like this.

wc: 2.2k

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, katsuki calls y/n princess bc I like that shit sorry. idk yall are mean to each other and stuff but it's kinda cute at the end. not proofread so srry abt that

a/n: idk where this came from bc I normally don't like angst but i was thinking abt an ask I answered a while back that was kinda like this and I lowkey hated what I put out and needed to ~regain my honor~ plus I feel like with dating katsuki you kinda gotta prepare for fighting. I can't go full angst because that's not fun so here's what I came up with hehe. kinda hate the title but whatevs i hope yall like itttt <3

MDNI

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The couple of tears falling down your cheeks only make you angrier as you glare at his ever present scowl. "I'm going to stay with a friend for a while. Don't even think about calling me or I'll block your ass." You grit out, lugging your two duffle bags full of random clothes and toiletries across the living room and to the front door.

He doesn’t reach out to you, like he had earlier, because that had earned him another tongue lashing. He was trying to contain his anger, but seeing you with all that crap in your arms ignited a fire in his chest. When you'd slammed the bedroom door in his face five minutes prior, he'd expected you to lock him out for an hour or two so you could cool off, not that you'd pack a bag to get away from him.

"Yeah, you fuckin' go right ahead!" He called at your retreating figure. Even though what he really wanted was to lock you in the house until you both could figured something out, he was just too fucking pissed that you were pulling away that he couldn't bring himself to cave. "Fuckin' child." He grunted under his breath.

You stop in your tracks, turn slowly, and settle an icy glare on him. He knows he shouldn't egg you on, that it would only make things worse, but he was pissed, and he wanted you to know that. "I'm the child? You haven't even been listening to anything I've said today, have you?" You seethed, and you had half a mind to drop your bags and have another screaming match, but you knew it would get you nowhere and you were too upset to be the bigger person. "Fuck you, Katsuki."

You expect more yelling, that he'd shout back at you, but you don't hear anything as you walk out of the house.

In his head, he's screaming at himself to follow you. To make you stay, because even fighting was better than you leaving. But the words die in his throat. A million things he could have said ran through his mind, but none ever made it to his lips. He wanted to go to you, to bring you home, and hold you close, and hash things out until you're not mad anymore. But by the time he was able to move, your car was long gone from the driveway.

Three days pass by in a haze. Katsuki is running through the motions, but he's barely present. And even when he is, he's at his worst. The agency is even more explosive than usual, and he knows he's being too hard on his sidekicks, that he's acting like a jackass and he hates it. Hates that he can't function without you, but even more than that, he hates that you're not gonna be there when he gets home.

The house is a complete mess. Dishes have piled up, and the bed's unmade even thought he's been falling asleep to the TV light on the living room instead of your bedroom. He can't sleep there without you, knowing you're probably crashing on someone's couch when you should be in that expensive ass bed you begged him for.

"But it's soooo comfy, Katsuki." You're pouting, looking up at him through your lashes because you know he can't resist it. "Come sit on it and see."

"It'll be an investment", "can't put a price on a good night's sleep", "just think how easy you'll fall asleep on a bed like this", all the things you'd cooed at him were ringing in his head. "Don't matter how comfy it is. S'too fuckin' pricey for a mattress, Princess." He said, trying to avoid looking at you even as he feels his resolve crumbling.

When he'd finally hung his chin and gave in, he knew it had been worth it to see your face light up, how excitedly you talked about a fuckin' mattress with your mom on the phone. It would have been idiotic if it hadn't been you, but it had been, and he felt like a million bucks taking that mattress home.

A wave of nausea hit him as he remembered the way you'd looked at him when you left him. He'd just finished dinner, a sorry excuse for one in his opinion, but all of the pans sat dirty in the sink, and he'd had few options. Now he stared at your contact in his phone, the cool light the only thing on in the living room as the natural light turned dark. He hadn't bothered to turn on the TV tonight.

He wants you back so bad his chest is tight. Fuck, he can't even think straight. But he wouldn't call, couldn't call. Even if you were bluffing about blocking him if he reached out, he was too proud to be the one to break the radio silence.

He thinks about your face again, how happy you'd been about something as mundane as a mattress. Something he couldn't care less about put that sweet, sexy, stupid fucking grin on your face. He sighed, finger hovering over the call button, but then he hears keys jingling in the lock.

He freezes, eyes shooting toward the door right when it opens. You walk in, wearing an old pair of shorts and one of your favorite t-shirts of his. You look like you're in a hurry, and then you let out a yell, jumping when seeing his hulking form on the couch. "Fuck, Katsuki, what the hell are you in the dark for?" You question, flipping the switch closest to you so the soft light from the kitchen could filter into the living room.

"You're—"

"I-I thought you'd still be at work." You said quietly.

He realizes why you'd been in a hurry, then. "They sent me home. Said I had to come back with a better attitude or something stupid." He spat, laying back and crossing his arms. "Sorry I ruined your little cat burglary." He added dryly.

He looked away from you, and you took the opportunity to study him. His hair was even more disheveled than usual, still in his hero uniform, even. You tried not to focus on the way his exposed arms showed off his rippling muscles as he crossed his arms.

"I'm just picking up more clothes. I won't be long." You said tightly. It took you a moment to realize you were waiting there for him to respond, but he didn't. You flushed, and turned on your heel to walk to your bedroom.

You were shocked to see the state it was in. In your rush to leave, you'd left a mess of clothes on the floor, and everything was still where you'd left it. Katsuki was a tidy person, and he hated nothing more than when you'd throw your clothes from the day onto the bedroom floor instead of in the bin. You couldn't imagine what he could be going through that he wouldn't at least move the clothes out of the way.

You felt embarrassed to see how you'd left the state of your room, and guilty because he was obviously not doing well. You almost wished you could go back to before the fight, even if you wouldn't be much better off. It was hard enough to talk to Katsuki; he was a commanding presence with unwavering confidence, and even well into his twenties still no volume control. But even when you worked up the balls to talk to him about things that bothered you, they had fallen on deaf ears. You felt insignificant, an afterthought, and then you couldn't take it anymore.

You exhaled, trying to steady your resolve before you went back to face him. "Could at least pick up your mess before you leave." He said, and you turned to find him watching you from the doorway.

There was something in his eyes that didn't match his words. Something softer. You briefly recalled moments when you'd be in bed and he'd come and lean against the doorframe, looking at you with that smirk that made you feel like you could rule the world.

"Whatever. Pick it up yourself if it bothers you so much." You grumbled, even though you knew it wasn't fair.

He took up the entire doorway, and you faced him, glaring up at him as if you could will him with your mind to move. Of course, he didn't budge. "Move, Katsuki."

He made a show of leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his shoulders into the wood as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world. "Nah, don't think I wanna."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "And you say I'm the child." You mutter. He looked awfully relaxed leaning up against the door, and you were almost curious enough to see if he'd fall over if you pushed him.

"Yeah, 'cause children run from their problems." He said, though he wasn't looking at you, but the door.

You shook your head, your previous anger flaring. "Don't go there, okay? You made me leave."

He shot a glare at you. "Bullshit. I never once asked you to leave."

"What did you think would happen? You never listened to a damn thing I said, and when you did you couldn't have a serious discussion without turning it into a fight."

Now he was quiet. You thought you'd feel good about that, that you'd gotten a jab in, but it only made you feel worse.

"I didn't treat you the way I should've." He said finally. "I should've been more attentive to you. You were always there, encouraging me, giving me strength, and I didn't do enough to show you how much that meant to me. I know I could be better. I wanna be the one encouraging you, spoiling you, pushing you. I don't wanna hold you back or make you feel like you can't talk to me."

You were waiting for more, but he was quiet. You didn't know how to respond. You wanted all of that, wanted it with him, but pretty promises didn't mean anything if things just went back to the way they were. Your heart twisted in your chest, and your throat was tight. "It's a little late for that, Katsuki, don't you think?"

"I don't care. I don't want you to leave again. I want to work on this. Don't you?"

You felt tears threatening to spill over, cursing yourself for being so quick to cry all the time. "I do. I did. I..." You stopped, turning away so he couldn't read your emotions from your face. "I don't want to feel like I did again. Like I was invisible to you."

His heart was breaking looking at you. You were opinionated and mouthy when you'd met each other, sweet and giving but never afraid to tell someone off. He felt like such a prick looking at you turn from him, how your shoulders curled in on you. How had he let this happen? How could he have done this to you?

"You were never invisible to me, Y/n. Fuck, it's always been you." He reached out tentatively, hand at your elbow. You didn't pull away from him like you had last time, and he felt something like hope in his gut as he slowly turned you to face him. "I'm sorry I ever made you feel like that. I don't wanna do that anymore."

You looked up at him, and fuck you looked devastating, eyes big and shiny and he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and never let you go. He didn't even realize when he'd cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly into your skin.

"Katsuki, I just..." but you were out of all the excuses you'd prepared. You could barely think with him so close, the familiar scent of him, the soft callous on his hand, the way he looked at you like he couldn't breathe without you. And you were tired. Sleeping on your friend's couch was hard on your back, and it was always so hard to sleep without Katsuki's warmth, that you'd barely slept.

"Please, just stay home tonight. We can fight tomorrow." He breathed, finally giving in and pulling you against his chest, engulfing you in his arms.

You couldn't stop the couple of stray tears that trickled down your cheeks, but it felt good to be in his arms. No, not just good, you felt like a weight had been lifted from your chest.

"Fine." You said finally, trying to sound like you were doing him a favor even though you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed in his arms. "But we're definitely fighting tomorrow."

His chest rumbled against your ear as he chuckled. "You got it, Princess."

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a/n: tysm for reading! A little outta my comfort zone but I'm pretty pleased with what I got :) anyway lmk how you liked it! comments/rbs always appreciated

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[worriedvision]

If you're still taking requests can I ask for one?

Al-haitham or Diluc snaping on the reader, someone has been sabotaging their investigations + missions and putting the blame on the reader without them noticing. Eventually all comes crashing down and finally they take it out on the reader who was innocent all this time.

When the truth comes out and the one who sabotage their work is arrested, the damage was already done. They just broke the reader with those awful words.

Gender neutral reader, angst with no comfort at the end. Doing this with Alhaitham bc I want to hurt him even more lol.

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Alhaitham realised that, at the start of his plan, someone seemed to take the pieces of evidence he needed to fully convict one of the Sages kept disappearing. No matter how he hid them, it kept being taken away. At first he couldn't figure out who could have possibly had the time to do this, nor the motive, until he started to think of something he didn't wish to.

Your father was the Sage in question.

You were close enough to Alhaitham to know about his routine, any changes, and you had the opportunity to tweak things to work your way so you could stop your boyfriend from convicting your father of his wrongdoings. He didn't want to think of the possibility of you being responsible for this, but there were no other leads as to who could be doing this.

When he confronts you with his evidence that you were taking any leads he found, you were rather offended.

"I wouldn't do that!" You retort, taken aback by the accusation.

"Just give me the evidence you've taken, and I won't take action against you." Alhaitham sighs out, you looking at him with concern. "If you insist on covering for your father, I'm sorry to say you'll be prosecuted."

"With what proof?" You groan out, Alhaitham staring through you. "You don't have any proof that I've had anything to do with this. I wouldn't dare cover for my father, and if he did turn out to be a bad guy I wouldn't try and hide evidence."

"Cyno, you may carry out your work." Alhaitham states coldly, walking past you as the General Mahamatra walks in, apprehending you and taking you to a holding cell.

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Turns out, Alhaitham's hypothesis was incorrect.

A month had passed, and Alhaitham had forgotten about you. He figured you must have done it, the evidence magically not leaving the spots they were held in. This relief, unfortunately, was short lived.

The evidence, suddenly, all left. Not a single scrap was left. You were still in your holding cell, getting used to the solitude as you waited for your sentencing. Cyno didn't take any sides, the lack of evidence proving neither side to be the correct one.

You get informed that this will be put onto your criminal record permanently, Alhaitham's ordeers, and you knew this would be the end of your career. Of course, your father never came to your cell, and you slowly started to realise that Alhaitham must have had a hunch about your father being a bad apple in the Akedemiya.

Alhaitham managed to discover who had taken the evidence - a group of eremites recruited by your father to take away any evidence that he was a bad man, for a hefty sum of money. After the arrest, he only remembered you when he escorted the eremites responsible for the crime to their holding cells, Cyno opening the cell doors to lock them up before swiftly releasing you for the crime you were wrongly accused of.

You didn't even want to turn to look at your ex. While you never really broke up with words, his actions led to the end of this relationship of yours. He had ruined your professional life by being so adamant it was you who had taken that evidence, and you knew him well enough that he would look at you as if it was your fault.

Alhaitham knew he couldn't fix what he had caused, watching you leave without looking back once. While he wanted to call out to you, to tell you he realised he was wrong and he would be happy to support you by letting you life rent free in his house, he knew you couldn't keep living in Sumeru with people thinking you attempted to cover for your father. You had to deal with the fact your father was not a good Sage, and he had abused his positions. You and Alhaitham both knew you would be lucky if you found work anywhere with that on your record, and Alhaitham only had himself to blame for jumping to his first conclusion with no proof backing him up.