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hoony-parker · 2 years

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Okay so I have a Steve Harrington request. I am still obsessed with Season 2 era Steve so could you do one where the reader was there for the whole Billy and Steve fight? Like maybe she stepped in between Lucas and Billy and Billy made a comment about her or hit her or something and that causes Steve to start throwing punches? I know this is long and I apologize but if you could do this, that would be so cool!

notes: aaaaaa thank you for this!! <3. and, yeah, i'm still obsessed with season 2 steve, too. and i made a loooong intro. i apologize. just wanted to get the reader x steve relationship a little straighter than in the last imagine before going straight to the point. i also changed it a bit cuz i was already working on it when i reread the request, and i was almost done. i hope you don't mind. hope you enjoy <3

p.s.: i made a mayfield!reader cuz why the heck not?

warnings: description of blood, injuries, swearing and b*lly insulting reader

pairing: steve harrington x fem!mayfield!reader

w/c: 2.6k (it's a long one heh)

if you didn't think moving to hawkins was a bad idea before, you definitely did now.

now, after meeting a group of little kids that fought some things called demogorgons, when you had only wanted to babysit your little sister peacefully and and watch a movie with her and maybe, if you were feeling bold, buy a pizza and some snacks.

you had seen your mom less and less ever since you moved to indiana and, not feeling okay with leaving max alone at home with both your step dad and billy, you thought that looking after your sister yourself was the safest option.

she loved you, of course. you've become closer once your mother decided to marry that douchebag of a man and forced you two into a new family. you had thought you would love it— to have a family again.

it was a shame to find out your family was now built out of an alcoholic, useless man and his abusive, narcissist son.

and, when you seem to see less and less of your little sister, too, you couldn't help but talk to her, explain your worries to her. max couldn't stop herself from feeling guilt consume her. not after even thinking that leaving you alone with billy or his father at home was a good idea. yes, you were older than her, and yes, you could take care of yourself pretty well. that didn't change the fact that you didn't feel safe at your own home anymore.

so, she'd eventually let you go with her and her friends, kind of taking advantage of your driving privileges, as well. you had been inevitably dragged into the whole upside down mess, too.

you'd find yourself doubting what's real and where the nightmares begin. a child being possessed by a giant mind controller from a parallel word beneath yours? monsters with dog bodies but heads that opened to reveal endless rows of teeth?

that's where steve came in. the previous king of hawkins high had seemingly changed after his traumatic break up with nancy wheeler, the school's good girl. sometime in between all the mess, he'd been dragged into the group, too. and, being one of the only older ones, he forced himself to protect those kids at all costs, which also inclueded you, no matter if you were his same fucking age.

having him near gave you some sort of stability, either way. you hadn't had the honour to meet 'king steve' properly, as you had come to hawkins just in time to see the end of his reign. however, you were glad to have this version of him beside you. if the other one was a jerk, you didn't want to find out.

you had also become fond of the kids. seeing max make friends so easily, when it had been a big struggle in the past, brought you comfort. and, if you needed to do everything in your power to make sure those kids were safe so they could keep making your little sister happy, you'd do anything.

max wasn't stupid, either. she had her suspicions about your sudden closeness to the harrington boy. she had always been protective of you, too— feeling the need of keeping the one thing that brought stability to her life safe, she hadn't been keen on the fact that the former hawkins heartbreaker was a little too close to her older sister.

but, after sharing her concerns with her new friends, dustin was the first one to say that he looked up to steve, and was sure he had changed. he was good, now. better than any other older kid dustin had met, as he was slowly earning the role as dustin's older brother— not that he would share that secret with any of you.

for now, the plan was going great. smoothly enough. you were hiding in joyce's house, eleven appeared, and everything was fine. for now, that is.

you heard the sounds of a car outside, quickly making its way to the front of the house, and you and max simultaniously made your way to the window. "shit," you muttered, turning to the redheaded girl. "that's billy," you told her, to which she nodded. "he can't see us. he'll kill me," she said to lucas, then looked at you. "kill us."

steve stood still for a second, seemingly thinking of what to do, before he quickly trotted to the door, catching your attention. "steve?" you called nerviously. "steve, where are you going?"

he put a hand on the doorknob, turning to you and signalling with his palm for you to stop from coming any closer to him. "just— stay here, okay?" he demanded sternly.

before you could ask him for an explanation, he was out of the door.

you turned to the kids, who where all four of them looking out the window. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" you asked hurriedly, placing a hand on lucas' shoulder. "get away from the window, he'll see you."

"he won't," dustin answered, not even sparing you a look.

you stood a few feet behind, still able to watch what was happening outside, yet far enough to stay away from billy's gaze if he did look your way. "kids, please. stay away from the window," you asked again.

"shh," lucas shushed you, waving you off with his eyes still focused on steve and billy's conversation, deaf to your ears but clear to your eyes.

max turned to you shortly, giving you a hesitant, apologetic smile and turned back.

it wasn't until you saw billy slightly turn his head towards the window, pointing to it with his cigarette, smoke coming out of his mouth as he muttered some words to steve that the kids whipped around to you, ducking down and away from the window. "shit! did he see us?" asked dustin and you gasped, walking backwards until you turned and hid behind the wall.

"shit, steve," you squeezed your eyes shut, catching a glimpse of his body layed on the floor and hilding his stomach in pain.

rushing to the front door to hopefully assist your friend, you jumped back with a gasp when it flew open and you were met with billy, gaze angry and threatening, and the dark in his eyes made your heart sink. he slammed the door shut.

"well, well, well," he said, the silence in his words far from kind, and rather terrifying. billy tilted his head down to meet your eyes, his jaw clenching and the dominating steps he took towards you made you walk bachwards in fear, stumbling over your own feet.

you could see his nostrils flaring from anger, his mood not far from his usual self. even so, having his anger directed to you made your hands shake and breathing accelerate.

the kids where behind you and, when you walked back enough to meet their figures, you opened your arms to keep them behind you, safe. billy looked up, whole demeanor changing when he caught sight of lucas and he harshly pushed you aside to get to him, and your side met with the top of the table, its surface harshly and mercilessly attacking your ribs.

you groaned when you hit the floor, slumped close to the door and you forced yourself up by your elbows, one of your hands caressing the sore skin. "lucas sinclair. what a surprise," he smiled sarcastically, taking more quick steps to them. they didn't move. billy turned to your sister, "i thought i told you to stay away from him, max," he scolded, towering over the shorter girl.

he made a quick turn, walking back to you and crouching down to be closer to your level, one hand on his knee to support his weight, and he pointed an accusative finger to you. "and i thought i told you to keep an eye on her," he greeted through his teeth.

"i'm not a child, billy. i'm not gonna follow your little rules," you spat, sitting up and wincing at the sharp pain on your ribs. you saw his jaw clench again, and waited for a blow, slipping your bottom lip between your teeth. "billy, go away," max said, tone harsh and stern.

you looked at her. her eyes were filled with panic, and her feet almost twitching with want to run and help you up. her hands shook in fear, and that's what kept her in place. billy stood up, walked himself to the middle point between you and your sister and looked at max and back to you. "you disobeyed me," he breathed.

your blood ran cold, "and you know what happens when you disobey me."

"billy..." you called, a simple and weak warning for him to go. he groweled. "i break things," he grabbed lucas by his shirt, lifting him up and walking until the boy's body was met with one of the shelves. you tried to get up. you struggled, groaned and shook when you tried to get yourself up, all the strength you were using useless as the pain forced you back down.

the kids were shouting, begging and pleading for him to stop, only for their requests to get ignored by your step brother.

the door opened behind you, the sound deaf and overlapped by the rest of the loud noise in the room. "hey, hey, are you okay?" the voice asked, and you turned your head to meet steve's figure, crouching down with a slight wince to place his hands under your armpits and help you sit up. you winced. "billy," you said, "help the kids." he looked hesitant for a second. you rolled your eyes, "i'll be fine, harrington. get that psycho away from the children," steve got the order and carefully placed you closer to the wall so you could lean your back on it.

you watched him walk to him, just in time before he could lay a hand on lucas, who had previously kneed him in his lower region. "you're so dead, sinclair! you're dead," billy yelled, looking at lucas straight in the eye.

meanwhile, you placed a hand to the wall behind you, carefully and slowly lifting yourself up from the floor, groans and small cries falling from your lips, and you silenced them by pursing your lips together. when you successfully did so, you rest your back on it and closed your eyes, tilting your head back to catch your breath.

you opened them seconds later, immediately catching max' concerned look. you just smiled, winking at her. the action made her shoulders slump, and she gave you her best smile back.

"no. you are."

steve threw a punch his way and the kids shut up immediately, the only sound being the grunt that came out of billy, crouched down and his face turned to the side, consequence from the force of the blow.

billy laughed manically, getting up and raising his hands up in the air while looking at steve. "looks like you've got some fire in you after all, huh?" his nose was bleeding, and his words even sounded a bit slurry. like steve's punch had dumbed him out.

"i've been waiting to meet this 'king steve' everybody's been telling me so much about," he walked closer.

with the strength you had left, you limped your way to steve, and he ducked when he saw billy lean back to make the punch more powerful. you leaned against a chair, grabbing your side. the kids were cheering for steve.

"hey, billy!" you called loudly, and he turned to you.

steve looked like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide and pleading when he met yours. you walked towards billy, steps large and demanding, until your chest almost touched his.

he still looked down at you, his gaze naturally angry and dominating. this time, you didn't care. "cut your crap, and get the hell out of this fuckin' house," you gritted.

billy laughed sarcastically, looking at steve and back to you. "d-don't—" he pointed to the two of you. "don't tell me you two are a thing," he pouts, then smiles, faking excitement. "you and harrington? really, y/n? wow," he laughed again, then turned to steve "everyone told me so much about king steve. was actually lookin' forward to meetin'' the dude, you know? how 'successful' he was with the ladies, how he was a real player. and, still, harrington, still you can't control your whore?"

at this, steve threw another punch at him, then another, and another. billy had to lean on the kitchen counter, where he grabbed one of the plates and smashed it to steve's head, and he bent over in pain and grabbed his head.

billy didn't bother to wipe the blood in his face away. he stomped towards steve and punched him again. "no one tells me what to do," he yelled, punching him once more, until the brunette fell to the floor across the room, defeated and pained. "whoo, come on. get up," billy said, gesturing with his hands and then wiped the sweat on his forehead, grabbing steve by his shirt and throwing fist after fist to his face with no end.

you ran to him from behind, fisting his shirt and trying to pull him away from steve, who laid on the floor, taking the hits, not even bothering to defend himself any longer. you pleaded billy to let go, crying while you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to you in hopes he'd finally leave steve alone. he didn't budge.

max, in te distance, watched in horror the scene unravel before her eyes and turned to the deskk at her left, catching the sight of one of the syringe, already filled with a tranquilizer in case you needed to use it on will. she grabbed it. "y/n!"

you turned to her. she simply gestured to the object in her hands, and you quickly let go of billy to get ready to catch it. she threw it to you, the needle successfully falling into your hands, and you rapidly turned around, injecting the syringe into billy's neck and pressing the top to let the liquid enter his body.

jumping back and on your feet, you watched as billy stopped, one hand slowly going to his neck, touching the object and taking a hold on it, wincing when he took the needle out. he stood up, turning to you with the syringe in hand. "what the hell is this?" he asked dumbly, voice already slurred from the chemical running through his system. he walked towards you, and you walked backwards with slow steps, anticipating his next moves.

"you little shit, what did you do?" he slurred, stumbling and eyes closing uncoordinated. "what did you do?" he fell to the floor on his back, and you jumped in surprise. when the first shock passed, you looked at steve and immediately went to him. you crouched down, turning him on his back on laying his head on your lap with careful touches. "hey," you whispered. he let out a grunt, and you shushed him. "shh, you're okay. you really outdid yourself out there, huh, harrington?" you laughed weakly, and his head just bobbed a little, trying to pay attention to you, but the unconsciousness was winning the battle.

one hand went to his forehead, tucking the bloody strands away from his sight, and you smiled when you heard him hum in affection.

"i'll take care of you, steve. rest for a while," you assured him.

"you'll be okay."

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sunghoons-mole · 2 years

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Not Like I Do

your best friend Park Sunghoon hadn’t reached out to you in a while, but he still had a key to your apartment. He decided to come over one day to express his concerns with you dating his friend, Jake. Little does he know, things haven’t been going well with Jake... and things between you and Sunghoon get a little... heated.

GENRE // park sunghoon x afab!reader

WARNINGS // MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! smut, fluff if you squint, dom Sunghoon, nicknames (love, sweetheart, good girl) spanking, tied hands, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Jake is a shitty boyfriend (we all know he would NEVER), implied infidelity but you and Jake are technically on and off again

FROM THE AUTHOR // hiii! this is my first attempt at a smut fic. i’ve written so much in my life but i’ve always been too scared to attempt anything sexy or “raunchy” hfjsagkdsl so i hope you enjoy!! i apologize in advance for any typos or anything that may seem rushed/out of place/thin. i have so much going on rn and i did the best i could AAAAAA

You felt one of your earbuds slowly being removed from your ear, but you didn’t move. You knew better. There was no monster, no bad guy, no threat to your safety. Your eyes were closed, but you knew who stood above you. You could feel his footsteps when he entered the room, no matter how lightly he tried to walk. You could feel the warmth radiating off of his body, even when he was several feet away. He had a way of changing the course of your entire body and all of its functions.

You opened one eye, pretending to be less than enthused to see him. “You always do this during the best songs.”

He shrugged. “It’s a talent.”

Sunghoon’s black hoodie was covered in cat hair, telling you that he hadn’t arrived recently. He most likely planted himself on your couch for a while, petting your cat.

As if reading your mind, he leaned over and squinted at you. “I saw you in here and thought you were asleep, so I hung out in the living room with y/p/n for a bit.” He lifted a finger and tapped your nose. “But I got bored.”

Your heart raced at the small touch. “I bet he missed you.”

You pulled your other earbud out and sat up. He took a seat on the bed next to you, casually placing a hand on your thigh and pretending that he didn’t. “What were you listening to? Can I hear?”

You handed him the right earbud, and put the left one back in your own ear, closing your eyes. You could feel him still looking at you.

“You’re a doll, you are flawless,

But I just can’t wait for love to destroy us,

I just can’t wait for love…”

You felt him shift, and opened your eyes again. He was looking down at the palm of his hand, which was now removed from your leg. “I haven’t listened to them in ages.”

You remembered the last time you heard the song, when you and Sunghoon were on your way to the park.

His window was down, and his dark hair was tickling his face. It was hard for him to see where he was driving. You yourself could barely see, and you tried to hold your hair behind your head to keep it from getting in your eyes.

“This is why I keep your windows up!” you yelled over the wind, laughing. He smirked and rolled the window up, reaching for the volume knob. The sunlight that peeked through the trees illuminated his warm, soft skin.

“We’re almost there. Which turn is it again?”

You looked at him now. His hair was cut and combed in a way that kept it out of his eyes, and while it suited him, it wasn’t the only thing about him that had changed. He was different.

“What brings you here after so long?” You tugged the earbuds out of both of your ears and set them on your nightstand. “I forgot you still had a key, honestly.”

His head shot up to look you in the eyes, and you smiled to let him know that you didn’t mind.

He took a deep breath and angled himself toward you. He was fidgeting with his thumbs, picking at the skin the way he did when he was anxious. You grabbed his hands and held them to stop him. “What’s on your mind?”

He looked down at your hands, and the pain in the air was evident. He opened his mouth and closed it again, squeezing your fingers. You missed this connection you had, but things were a lot different now. You focused on every part of him that you could see, memorizing each line on his skin, every freckle, every part of him that you never wanted to forget, in case this was the last time you’d have him in your reach.

His words came out fast, like a waterfall of thoughts he’d been suppressing. “I heard you’re dating Jake. And I know it’s not my place to give my opinion, but I care about you, and I don’t think he’s right for you, and I know you won’t listen to me but I can’t stand by and feel guilty for not warning you that he doesn’t have your best interest at heart.”

Sunghoon took a deep breath then, keeping his head down but letting his eyes flick up to yours.

You stared as a few pieces of his bangs fell over his dark eyes, thinking about the past few months. Sunghoon had barely spoken to you, and stopped coming over or reaching out completely. It was only when you initiated a conversation that he engaged with you. And now here he was, out of nowhere, trying to tell you that your boyfriend wasn’t the guy for you. It felt like he was more jealous than he was trying to look out for you.

You let go of his hands and crossed your arms, the anger rising. “I don’t think that’s your decision to make.”

He looked hurt, as if he hadn’t all but abandoned you recently. As if you should still be considering him your best friend after he stopped putting in the effort.

“Hoon,” you started, touching his knee gently, “If you have any sort of feelings for me, you should have told me a long time ago. I’ve always felt that way.” His head jerked up an inch, and you could see something wash over him, but you was unsure what it was.

“But it’s late now,” you continued, swallowing. It was hard to watch the veins in his arms as he clenched his fists, but you tried to think of Jake.

Suddenly, Jake seemed to have lost some of his appeal. You hadn’t told Sunghoon, but he was right when he said that Jake didn’t have your best interest at heart. He didn’t seem to have any desire to commit to you, no matter how much you wanted to commit to him. But now, you wanted to be back in the arms in front of you, to feel their warmth and protection, but also to be handled like a piece of property.

You wanted to be Sunghoon’s property. What was wrong with you?

Something sinister washed over Sunghoon’s face. But before you could react, he was holding your waist, his lips on your ear. “I could make you so much happier,” he whispered, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. It was as if he read your mind.

You gasped, closing your eyes, trying not to touch him back. One moment he was soft and sweet, and in the blink of an eye he became pushy and possessive.

And the worst part was, you didn’t hate it.

In response to your gasp, he began to slowly kiss your neck, making his way down to your shoulders. In between pecks, he whispered “Just say the word and I’m yours.”

Your mind was racing, bouncing back and forth between the thought of Jake, and the thought of how good Hoon’s mouth felt on your skin. Your body was burning up with desire, every part of you screaming at him to keep going, to keep touching you and to do it more.

But what would Jake say?

Sunghoon stopped suddenly, lifting his head and looking straight into your eyes. His face was a mixture of lust and questioning - surely, he was wondering whether you’d allow him to continue, and also planning the things he would do if you submitted to him.

When you submitted to him.

But you can’t think straight, because all you want is for him to come back. He pulled away, and stopped kissing your body, and it hurt. Your logic and reasoning disappeared, because all that mattered in that moment was that he would put his lips back on you. Now, you couldn’t bear the thought of him being detached from you any longer, and you weren’t sure how you lived your whole life without knowing how he felt. How he made you feel.

You lunged forward and kissed him, letting your hands travel from his hair, to his neck, and down his chest. He didn’t respond for half a second, surprised that you gave in, but once he realized he immediately reciprocated.

He fingered the waist of your jeans, traveling towards the button. Pulling away, he put his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “Say the word, and I’m yours.” He ran a finger along your thigh.

You faltered a moment, looking down. You knew it would be wrong. But you loved him.

You loved Sunghoon. You had for years. You just never let yourself feel it.

“Yes,” you said, breathless, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes.”

He wasted no time, his lips crashing against yours once more. His tongue wedged its way into your mouth, and that was enough for you to almost come undone right there. He was warm and soft, and you wanted to feel his tongue all over your entire body.

He reached up under your shirt and held your upper waist, lightly moving his fingers around your skin as he continued to kiss you. You let yourself fall backwards onto the bed slowly, pulling him with you, and felt his hardness against your leg. Your heart fluttered.

Sunghoon pawed at your breasts, asking silently for your permission to remove your top. You pulled away for a second to remove your t-shirt, and his eyes widened.

Underneath, you wore a black lace bralette. It was your favorite, as it made your breasts look perky and cute. Sunghoon’s eyes traveled down your stomach and back up. His eyes filled with hunger.

Suddenly he was reaching for your jeans with record speed, and practically tore them off your legs. “Lie on your stomach.”

You were nervous then at the sudden change in his voice. He sounded starving, like he was about to devour his prey.

But you did as you were told, lying on your stomach with your legs together, wondering if you should stop. You felt guilty, and it only grew with every movement. But he was irresistible. You wanted him, more than anything.

You needed him. Jake hadn’t been giving you the love and attention that you craved, and now you were getting it for the first time in a while.

He scooped the hair off your neck and let it fall to the side, and soon after you felt his hot breath on your spine. He lingered above you for a moment, and right when you were on the verge of begging him to get closer, he began to plant kisses down your spine, and on both of your shoulders.

You were slightly embarrassed at how this made you let out a moan. He hadn’t even done much yet, and you were ready to come undone.

Once he had made his way to your waist, he began to rub the back of your thighs with his hands, and soon he was pulling your legs away from each other. His fingers grazed your core over your now soaked panties, and you let out a sigh, squeezing the sheets with your fists.

“So wet already?” he whispered, planting a peck on your lower back. “I’ve just barely gotten started with you, love. Jake couldn’t do this to you, now could he?”

Chills crept over your body at the mention of Jake’s name, but you had a feeling he wasn’t thinking about you in the slightest, so you pushed the thought of him away, focusing on the feeling of Sunghoon, and his warmth, and how you finally had him after all these years.

He pulled your head back by your hair and looked directly into your eyes. “Speak when you’re spoken to.”

“No, he couldn’t,” you choked out. “I’m only wet for you.”

That earned a hard slap on the ass, followed by him removing your panties hastily. He left kisses and bites across the back of your thighs before licking a long stripe up the center of your folds, and I gasped at the contact of his tongue on your entrance.

He started slowly, teasing you until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Hoon, please put a finger inside me, please,” you begged, and he chuckled.

Tracing your wetness around your hole, he sighed. “Such a pretty pussy, y/n.” He inserted a finger, earning a loud whine from you.

He added another, and the wet sounds of your arousal filled the room along with your moans. Sunghoon was getting harder by the second, and it was difficult to hold himself back, but he promised himself he wouldn’t fuck you until you came from his fingers alone.

You were just as impatient, but more vocal about it. “Please Hoon, let me come on your cock,” you said, words broken from your shallow breaths. The pleasure was insane, but you wanted nothing more than to feel how well he filled you up. “Please put your dick inside me.”

Sunghoon’s dick twitched at your words, and he watched your face contort into different expressions, half buried in the sheets beneath you. He waited for this moment for years, and he had dreamed about your warm pussy squeezing his cock. As hard as it was to wait, he wanted this to last, and he wanted you to finish first. He couldn’t guarantee he’d last very long once he started - he knew you’d be his best.

Right when he was about to give in, you began to feel the familiar knot in your lower stomach, and as the pressure was building up, your legs trembled. “Sunghoon, fuck, please don’t stop- fuck,” you cried, feeling his fingers curl to hit just the right spot.

“Cum for me, love. I want you to cum all over my fingers.” His words were gentle, and his voice was quiet, but he was still demanding in a way that let you know he was in charge today, and you would be answering to him.

Your mind went blank as you let yourself go, reaching a feeling of euphoria that was familiar, yet new. You had orgasmed with Jake, but it never felt this good. You felt like it was just sex, like Jake only wanted to get his rocks off and then end it. But Sunghoon was coaxing you to the finish line, taking care of you long before himself. He wanted you to enjoy this.

You barely processed his fingers leaving your hole when you glanced behind you and he was sucking on them, licking your wetness off of his hands like he had dipped them in cake batter. His eyes shut for a moment, and fluttered open just as he finished lapping up your juices. “Such a good girl.” He smirked, giving you a glimpse of one of his canines. You wanted him to bite you, to dig that tooth into your skin and show the world you were his.

After today, you would be.

You started to flip over onto your back, but Sunghoon pinned you down to your current position. “Don’t move. I like this view.”

You wanted to be on your back so that you could see him, and run your hands down his body, so you giggled and began to flip over again. He caught you and pinned you again, with more force this time.

“What did I say?” he smacks your ass again, and you whimper. “Don’t. Move.”

He grabs your panties from where he discarded them and uses them to tie your hands behind your back. “You were being such a good girl. Don’t stop now.”

Your heart begins to race, and you can’t help but be surprised at this side of Sunghoon. You’d been best friends for years, and you only knew him as a fun-loving goofball who used to be afraid to ask the waiter for more ketchup. Now he was ordering you around and tying you up with your own underwear, and it was the hottest he’d ever been. Your core was dripping once again.

He rubbed the tip of his dick through your folds, and you felt your pussy clench around nothing, begging for some sort of relief. You let out a sigh, the ache you felt from the emptiness was annoying yet arousing as all hell. You wanted to beg for more, but knew that was exactly what he wanted.

Just as you were accepting the fact that the teasing could go on for a while, Sunghoon pushed the tip inside you, and your entrance burned in the best way as he started to stretch you out. His dominant character faded quickly as he let out a groan and shuddered.

“Jesus, y/n. You’re so fucking tight.” He retreated a bit, then pushed in a bit further than before. The stretch felt insane, and your mouth was wide open, but you were at a loss for words - or moans, for that matter. All that left was a small squeak as your eyes rolled back.

It took all he had for Sunghoon to keep himself contained. He didn’t want to force himself into you, in case it would be too much. His animal instinct wanted to pound you into the sheets, but his heart wanted to be gentle with you.

He could also do both.

As soon as he felt you adjust, he waited for your signal. Your tied up hands began to reach for him, and he went for it. Picking up the pace, he held your arms for stability, coaxing you with gentle but firm words.

“You’re doing so good for me, love. God, you feel so fucking good.” Your moans were angelic to him, and he smiled down at the back of your head, thinking about how you were his after all these years. All of you, pretty pussy and everything, would belong to him.

His pace kept quickening gradually, and you could feel the knot building up once more as he hit your favorite spot again and again.

“I want you to listen to me,” he said, slowing down a bit. You whined, wanting him to keep going, but he stopped with his cock deep inside you, and leaned over to whisper in your ear. “I’m not going to hold back anymore, y/n. I need you. But don’t cum until I say. Got it?”

Your heart fluttered as he bit and kissed at your neck, waiting for your response. “But Hoon, I-”

“Don’t cum until I give you permission, y/n.” He brought his arms underneath you and hugged your waist. “Tell me you understand.”

“I- I understand.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your shoulder. His current position, chest against your back, was pushing his dick directly on your sweet spot, making it hard to obey. He began slowly again, earning a few moans before thrusting into you harder than ever before. He went at an inhumane pace, repeatedly hitting the right places, and you cried out. Your arms instinctively pulled outward to gain some balance and stop your face from being pushed into the bedsheets, but the makeshift shackles stopped you. The fabric beneath your face became wet with spit, which was soon mixed with tears.

The tears were good, and they lasted a few moments. You began to be grateful for your hidden face, because your crying would surely ruin the mood. You weren’t upset - you were in a state of bliss and astonishment. This man had been in front of you for several years, and you had never been able to admit to yourself that you wanted him, that you loved him. And while you had the love and adoration from him despite it all, you had never felt it in such an intimate way. You couldn’t believe you had been so blind, and put up with all of the people you had dated in the past when you could have had him.

“Hoon, I’m gonna- I’m so close, please.”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Hold on a bit longer,” Sunghoon said, suppressing a groan. You weren’t sure it was possible for him to speed up, but he did anyway. It became animalistic, the way he continued to pound into you, and you went dumb with pleasure, your thoughts leaving your mind as you focused on not letting yourself go just yet.

Sunghoon leaned over further, and just when you thought you were going to fail, he let out a guttural groan. “Now. Come for me, y/n. I want you to cum all over my cock while I fill you up.”

It felt like a dam had been broken, the way you let go finally, and the pleasure washed over you like a flood. Your cries were music to Sunghoon’s ears, which pushed him over the edge as well, and you could feel the warmth of his release deep inside you, heightening your sensations. His moans mixed with yours as he made a final thrust and held himself there as your pussy squeezed every last bit out of him.

His head fell onto your shoulder, the sweat of his brow sticking to your skin. You caught your breath, as did he, and he kissed your shoulder lightly, finally pulling out and untying your wrists.

You remained unmoving, too tired to get up just yet, and Sunghoon kneeled by the bed. You wanted to tell him, about everything with Jake, and how you wanted Sunghoon more than ever. What if it was too late? Would he believe you loved him?

He cupped your chin in his hand, looking at you as if he were trying to read your expression. As if he was trying to see your thoughts through your skull.

“He’ll never love you, y/n.” He stared deeply into your eyes, unblinking.

“Not like I do.”

thanks for reading ! with love, sunghoons-mole

#enhypen smut #enhypen fic #enhypen #sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon fic #enhypen sunghoon

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iwannaban0nym0us · 1 year

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rambley time - this ended up just being soccer probably gonna reblog w/ everything else so this isn't way too massive

i'm terrified i'm so fucking terrified, everything in my life scares me rn and i hate that because things should be good rn

so uh where do i start, i guess soccer makes sense because thats kinda what triggered this

my soccer team is disbanding,,,, again,,, basically last spring the team disbanded because we didn't have enough people who wanted to keep going w/ the club (a bunch of people dropped soccer, a few went to another club) but what me and 3 of my closet teammates did is merge w/ the team a year younger than us (meaning the other team is playing up a year) but since that team is a year younger now they're hitting the point where people are dropping (plus one person my age is quitting for running and another moved to a better club)

i'm so so scared because this time there's no younger team to merge with and that teammate who's dropping soccer for running i've been playing with her for like 7 years,,,,,

there's two main reasons i love this club, 1) the people, 2) it's not quite as committed as a full on club so i have the flexibility to do robotics (which is a huge time suck)

but now i'm terrified because i don't know what comes next like i always kinda thought i'd play w/ this club through high school and now i'm actually coming to terms w/ the fact that i might not be playing non-school soccer like soon

obviously i do have options, like i could go try out for the clubs that my teammates are trying out for but those are ~30min drive away from where i live since i moved while i was on the team and only stuck with it because of the people and with robotics i don't think that is an option because i don't have the time for a fully committed team that far away

another option is a club team in the city i live in and i've been talking w/ a school friend a bit who also plays and we might try and go try out for some teams together but i'm still not sure i want to play club and even if i do want to i might only want to if its with that friend and we might not make the same team(s)

theres also the option of just playing rec in the fall and maybe spring select in the spring (school is in the winter) and honestly i think thats the most likely thing to happen and idk why but that kinda scares me too maybe its because i've been playing club so long and i think i'll feel like less of a soccer player if i can't keep that up but honestly robotics is by far my priority so i think i could live w/ it if i had to

the most terrifying option is that i just stop playing non-school soccer it's pretty unlikely but its still like an actual possibility and i don't think it ever has been before so coming to terms with it is,,,, a lot,,,

so like the soccer thing is really on my mind and whenever i bring it up with like my parents or my friends i feel like they expect things from me. like today my dad was insistent that we get the info for the club that some of my teammates are trying out for (despite them probably gonna end up on a younger team than me) even tho i was saying no since thats the one option i have actually ruled out. and then yesterday i brought it up around a friend and he was like you're so good why don't you just go join another club team and didn't seem to understand that its so much more complicated than that. and also like my friends make fun of me for being a jock and just like expect me to be a soccer person and idkkk aaaaaa

another thing that scares me about joining another team is coming out again because sports are so fucking gendered i hate it, and like its more than just name or pronouns, i love my current team because they fucking cheered when i came out (they were glad my announcement wasn't that i was leaving the team lmao) but even tho i live in an accepting area there's no guarantee a new team would be accepting, also i finally trained my coach to stop calling us 'ladies' or 'girls' and i'd have to do that all fucking over again, and i really really don't think i could deal w/ being forced to wear a fem cut jersey again so i'd have to figure out how to get a men's uniform all over again w/ the new team and going back to the accepting point being in the closet isn't even really an option because i just look so viably queer (plus i have a girlfriend lol)

#me #personal #soccer

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ofdemonsandangels · 2 years

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Im sorry for my random rant but aaaaaa I just can't get over how dirty Casca was treateddddd

She was done decently well in the golden age arc and after that her character got so reduced and basically infantalized.

I was so happy when I got to the chapter where she started acting like herself again but well... We don't get to see much of that:/

In general, I have a lot of problems with some of the plotlines after the eclipse and how some could have been avoided and replaced with more important things instead (atleast imo some plotpoints couldve been replaced with more vital things but maybe thats just my opinion)

I think that Casca's overall character is rather underwhelming compared to the way that the fandom proclaims her to be but yeah, I agree, her character during the Golden Age was decent. I really liked the animosity she felt towards Guts because of the attention that Griffith gave him. It felt pretty realistic, in the way that someone you admire starts to pay attention to someone else right out of the blue, to the point that they're putting their lives on the line for that person.

I really don't like how Casca automatically softened up after her and Guts had sex, because it felt way too quick. I consider the downfall of Casca's character to begin with her having sex with Guts. She doesn't completely lose what made her a great, dynamic, character but she felt watered down. Also I've observed that this is where a lot of male fan's (and some female fans too) opinions of her change, which is pretty telling. A lot of criticisms of Casca from the dudebro crowd revolve around her character in the Golden Age, not post-Eclipse. They think she's too rash and aggressive. She's way too harsh on Guts because of her admiration for Griffith. I've lost count how many times I've seen her called a bitch or a cunt because of her Golden Age personality, and these people simply don't get it. Casca's strenuous relationship with Guts is what made her interesting. But now that she's been "tamed" through sex, all of a sudden, she's likable. She's Guts' girl now.

And then we get to post-Eclipse Casca. Oh Casca, I'm so sorry about what Miura did to you. You deserved better, much better than what Guts and Griffith put you through. Post-Eclipse Casca is barely a character. She's a child in an adult's body that causes problems for Guts and his new little group. Time after time, she's put through humiliating ordeals because the writing needs Guts to look cool as he saves her. Or even worst, the writing needs Guts to be a "good person" who may be annoyed at his traumatized girlfriend, but will still do anything to heal her broken mind. Guts drags her around like a dog on a leash (he actually does at one time) and at times, Casca really feels more like a burden than a mission.

And can we talk about the amount of times post-Eclipse Casca has been sexually assaulted/put into situations where she's naked? Nudity is by no means unexpected when it comes to Berserk but there's something that just feels so wrong about a regressed, mentally traumatized woman being in constant situations where she's assaulted or unnecessarily naked. I hate it.

Also yes, I completely agree that there could've been a lot more interesting plot lines and arcs post-Eclipse. The Conviction arc is a good 10/10 but after that, it really felt like Miura had no idea what to do. The Falcon of the Millennium Empire arc is pretty good, but that's morso when it focused on Griffith. Then there's the Fantasia arc and ehhhhh, I'm not a big fan of it. The duel between Guts and Serpico was cool but that's all I really like.

Anyways, I've rambled on way too long. Thanks for the ask!

#berserk #casca #asks #violetposts.exe

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berryunho · 2 years

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HIIIIII I JUST WANT TO SAY I LOVE YOU BIG FAN <3<3<3 and I hope you're doing well~! I found you on AO3 thru answer and by good golly you own my soul <3 and I'm a Woman of Faith and that's Blasphemy but the fic is just That Good <3 you own it, it's yours <3

Anyways.... I binge read your #The answer tag to see if there was eXtRa LoRe and ummmmm #With your confirmation#Hongjoong pulls you closer to himself#your torsos flush against each other. “And that?” He whispers#his fingers deftly swooping under the hem of your shirt to grab at your bare skin.#ALKSDJFALSK;DJF;ALSKJDF;AS ahem EXCUSE ME? Personally I'm hard rooting AGAINST op falling for a literal cult leader and whatnot but out of curiousity, r u still planning on this being in the fic??

ALSO: there are families and kids there in da place~ kids old enough to RUN AROUND AND BE NOTICED??? How long has this cult thing been going on? How tf did it start? How did HJ just ~acquire a farm~ fdjslfsd ? I'm curious if they're aged up (at least a bit probably) and if so how much, and if we'll ever learn about the ~humble beginnings~ (ironic ha) of the farm/cult. And poor Seonghwa needs a hug.

Anyways you're a LEGEND and I ADORE YOU and if you EVER WANNA YELL ABOUT LORE FOR THE ANSWER IM A HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO PLEASE FEED ME!!!!! Thank you bestie for changing my literary life, literal icon <3

KLJF;LKASJD OMG HIIII !!!

hehe i read this for the first time in the breakroom at work and i was literally having the worst time and this made me SOOOOOO happy omg lkj;LKJFD:LKSJF thank you soooo much i cannot express what this means to me fr i just... WOW what compliments im <3 <3 <3 <3

but.... hehehe.... i will say i wrote that little scene mere days after seeing ateez and hongjoong had me in some sort of VICE GRIP so i was just writing to write yk...... not necessarily for the fic heh i just very much enjoy my little evil hongjoong BUT ANYWAYS to address the main question there -- no that won't be in the fic ... however .... there will be hongjoong/mc. BUT there are quite a few things that have to happen to get us to that point and it'll ... make sense ... by then ... dare i say LKFDJSLKFJ

aaaaaand hehehe honestly i feel like a lot of these questions will be explained in future interims so i'll stay vague-ish hehe but by the time our dear mc has arrived to the farm it's been established for ~3 years and hongjoong specifically tried to find couples with children to recruit for... reasons. and hence the children that are older than 3 had been born before their parents joined the cult buuuttt some have been born on the farm too :)

i honestly haven't been thinking about them as aged-up at all hehe our hongjoong is just a very smart and determined person! how we got to this point w hongjoong will definitely come up in the future so i'll leave it at that ! hehe seonghwa will also come up a lot in these interims

BUT YEAH ALSKDJFALSKJDF AAAAAA THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH AGAIN FOR EVERYTHING this made my day my week my month even hehehe <3 <3 <3

#the answer #answered #chenlebestcookagenda

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skinni-girls-eat-books · 3 months

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Thursday, January 18th, 2024!

7:28am saw a pic of him on his brother's sc, looks the same as before. It was his brother's birthday yesterday and it looks like he had a lot of fun and I'm seriously proud of him. He deserves that shit.

As for any stirred feelings of him... Ofc he's gonna look completely normal in public, that's what they do. If he couldn't hold it together in public, he wouldn't have what little things he does have right now. I can totally see it now, like the bachelor party all over again where he blows his whole bank account OR lil ms bitch just paid for everything OR they really had the audacity to let the birthday kid pay for everything himself bc tbh he probably could and he's nice enough to not even mind genuinely. Who knew lil bro would be the most normal of the bunch, but again that actually makes me happy that he's normal lmao. But yeah, that karma will come little by little, slowly, death by a thousand cuts like he did to me. Enjoy your fun, we all know you're truly miserable on the inside you sociopath mf. When you go home and get in bed at night with just your thoughts, I know everything eats you up, completely drains you having to be so fake all the time. So, enjoy your parties before you become old and can no longer put up your facade. I'll be here, thriving bc I have always shown people my true self and *I don't lie* Lying will age you quickly my friend.

2:31pm I want to text him so much shitty stuff. I want him to know how much he fucked me up. He put so much anger and frustration and resentment in my life I hate him. I lost all respect and trust for him and can't believe he just ran away from it all. Fucking coward. Idk why I'm so angry today. Too much on my plate just too much I don't care about too much I don't want to do. I hate everything and everyone and literally just fuck everything. I deserve so much fucking better and I know now and I'm so angry at my former self. I can't go back, I can just go forward. Karma karma karma stupid fucking bitch. Fuck you fuck you fuck you I wish I could fucking choke you and inflict physical pain onto you so you could be shaking like I am right now. Shaking with anger and frustration I hate you I hate you I hate you.

8:29pm had a phone call with my school friend, even though we were talking about our project it felt good to just have an actual conversation with someone.... A normal person with no strange motive for talking to me. Loneliness does not look good on me. It literally makes me go crazy a bit. Just look at that stuff from earlier I've literally been mad all day long and it's just been building up inside of me. Insane I'm literally driving myself insane!! I just want normal give me normal boring please!!

11:32pm fuck leaving things until the last minute wtf is my homegirl doing like.... Girl I just did all the slides and you are literally AWOL I have no idea what the hell is going on 😂 my booty is literally sore from sitting here, I have no damn clue how in depth they want us to go with this, it's literally a fucking powerpoint, I feel completely clueless lmao. There's only like 2-3 big drugs used for this disease and just like ok..... And two much rarer medications for rare etiologies. I just want to crack open my bottle of wine, get dicked down and sleep in my own bed tbh 😂 I low-key hope that guy is on the same page or just kinda *forgets* about our conversation. I just can't with men rn. Tryna come over here for what?? Lmao I'm not about to have me a stalker no sir ik this pussy is good you wanna make me breakfast n shit aaaaaaa booty call on a Wednesday aaaaaa

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evenshands · 10 months

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I am so sorry, it has literally been ages but I just had to tell you again that there is something about just add water. I literally just read the whole thing again, which I do every few months. It honestly feels like this fic is imprinted in my mind, like it comforts me unbelievably. Like from the time I read it for the first time to now, I feel like I have changed so much but it continues to be relatable and comfort me in different ways. I genuinely thing it is like one of the most formative things for me, as embarrassing and lame as that is. And I just had to tell you (again) like how much I fucking love it and how much I appreciate you writing and sharing that. I hope you’re doing well though lovely, and that like this message like isn’t too weird given how long it’s been Xx

oh my goodness its so wonderful to hear from you!! and this is such a nice message to receive aaaaaa.

(you dont have to apologise for anything btw this isnt weird at all its actualy te sweetest thing ever and has made my last three days so much better just thinking about this message)(but i'll do u one too, im so sorry it took me so long to reply its not because i dont appreciate this message so much i am overwhelmed with love for you and but also. i have been having A Week)

but this really means so much to me, i was thinking about this fic so much recently for nostalgia reasons so to hear that i wasnt the only one just. !!!!!!!! i dont know how to express words

i hope you're having a wonderful life wherever you're at now angel! gosh i cant believe how long its been but seriously its so nice to hear from you IM SENDING U ALL MY LOVE

#is it weird to still call u flippy anon #seriously this is just so NICE #ask #anonymous

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cherrykamado · 3 years

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i was thinking, like, shower sex with tanji. cause like, how HOT would that be??

aaaaaa 🥵🥵🥵

warnings: aged up characters, handjob, shower sex, big dick tanji my only tanji <3

networks: @knyplaymatemansion 🐰

imagine he's just minding his business, showering in there after a stressful day. it's a hot summer day and he's been working non-stop under the sunlight, so when he gets home, he takes off his clothes only to come across all the sweat rolling down his chest, down his ab (which i'd gladly lick-)

so he opens the faucet and once he steps in, he forgets about the outside world. water rains down on him, and he lets out a relaxing moan as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

"ah, i needed this..." he sighs, indulging into the moment as a small smile escapes his lips, "it was so hot today..."

he closes his eyes and for the next minutes he stands there, feeling how the droplets of water fall on his face, until his calm is suddenly disrupted by soft, plushy breasts pressing themselves against his muscly back, and a hand wrapping itself around his cock.

tanji's so startled he can't help but to jolt. his gaze travels down to the hand on his cock, and a moan inevitably escapes his lips.

"y-y/n! w-what are you doing?"

"what do you mean?" you don't hide your sinful intentions behind your tone although you fake your innocence, while you slowly start pumping his shaft.

"a-ah!" he moans loudly, his forearm resting against the wall as his legs start tremble at the slight stimulation.

but you're quick to pick up the pace. "do you like that, tanji?"

words don't come out, but hell yes his moans are all you need to know.

"you work so hard baby," you coo, "so hard i'm here all lonely by myself... do you know how hard it is, huh? to have to take care of myself all alone? to cum without you?" you then pout, pressing your tits harder against him. little do you know what you're doing to him, but this is just too much for him.

"b-bunny, bunny—" he tries to warn you, but everything happens so fast that poor tanji ends up coming right here right then. thick ropes of cum shoot against the wall, only to slide down the floor, water quickly cleaning his mess up for him.

he turns around, so feral he turns that in the blink of an eye you're up against the wall, legs wide open.

but he looks at you so guilty!!! omg im dying!

"you had to do that alone? oh, angel... must have been hard, right?" he coos, running a thumb over your lips. the texture of the cherry soft skin is enough to make his dick twitch again, hardening once more.

"don't worry, honey bunny," he reassures, sending you a smile that warms your heart up at the instant. "i'm here now and i can help, okay? do you want it here?"

"ugh, yes-" you sigh, biting your lip, "fuck me. now."

he always liked how you demanded him. besides, who is he to say no to you when he has neglected his lovely honey bunny all this time?

the moment his cock stretches you open, you let out the lewdest of the moans ever, and tanjiro has to shush you down.

"t-the neighbors..." he reminds you. gosh, if you are this loud now and it was barely in, "i still have to put it all in okay? can you be a good girl and try not to make so much noise? i know it's too much but-"

you roll your eyes, and smash your lips right on his, making him swallow your moans as he takes the chance to keep sliding in. every inch splits you open, and it feels so good that you're not the only one moaning.

"oh, bunny... y-you're so tight-" he huffs before kissing you again, tongue sliding inside your mouth as, with small thrusts, he keeps making his way in. "it won't-"

"a-ah! it's huge!" you gasp, "more-"

"b-but-"

"doesn't matter, really-ngh!"

but once it's all in, his lips leave yours, only to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"it-it's all in," he huffs. it feels like he's in cloud nine, so much that he feels he could cum right here, right now. but he knows he's yet to please you.

"i'm going to start moving, okay bunny?" he says against your neck, and you moan in response.

"please-"

and he starts pounding into you so deeply, so hungrily, so desperately. mixed in a torrent of i missed you, or oh my gods, tanjiro fucks your pussy as if desperate.

he loves to see the faces you make, so he lifts up his head to meet your cockdrunk expression, with the apex of your head against the wall, gaze against the ceilling as you moan uncontrollably.

suddenly, the wet skin of your neck seems so appealing to him, that he doesn't think twice when he starts attacking your neck, kissing it, sucking it, moaning against it. the vibrations of deep, throaty moans resonate against your skin and send the chills right down to your clit — clit that he's so attentive to rub, in circles, intensifying the volume of your moans (that are no longer moans but screams; neighbors? my ass. let them hear you)

your walls start wrapping themselves against his fat cock that hungrily hits that sweet spot that makes your walls pulse and clench more and more.

"i wanna cum inside you, bunny" he moans, "will you l-let me? yeah? i p-promise i'll clean you up after-ngh!"

he's begging, pinching your clit and playing with it with his thumb and index, as if that would convince you,

"y-yes, yes! tanji make me c-cum, ah!"

"mmgh," in that last moment, his eyes meet yours, widening as his last thrust hits you as intensely as ever, "i love you, honey bunny-"

he gasps as he cums all in, loading you up with his seed; creaming all over his cock, your juices mix together, and his cock is coated in it as he pulls out.

fuck, you loved taking showers with tanjiro.

you can be deprived of everything, but universe forbid that you're ever deprived of that cock.

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hansolmates · 3 years

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shiver | 01 (m)

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summary; jungkook changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment: touching over the clothes, mc is hornee, *pulls out cards against humanity* “a gentle caress of the inner thigh”, panty kissin, mc is a big ol’ pushover and hopeful for jkk:(( w/c; 1.9k a/n; it’s here! aaaaaa!!! i’ve been really eally realllyyyyyy nervous to post this. even though this is just a drabble series let me know how you feel about it! enjoy [shiver masterpost]

“Oh, you’re so dead.”

Jeon Jungkook isn’t thaaaat buff, he's more of a skinny kind of muscular. You don’t understand the hype, why everyone croons over Jungkook’s strength and physique. However, how else could you explain Jungkook being able to climb the currently dilapidated fire escape to the top floor of the chapel. The ladder is rusted beyond repair and is definitely a fire hazard rather than a fire escape. Yet he barely breaks a sweat doing it, and he wipes the minor sheen off his brow with the back of his hand. There’s some soot and whatever nasty residue from the fire escape that gets on his face, a black streak marring his already annoying face. He’s currently wiggling his fingers in a sarcastic “hello.” It makes you sneer, your two consciousness (inappropriate and appropriate) warring against each other to determine whether you still find this man attractive or not.

Convincing yourself that Jungkook is ugly is the worst quick-fix idea you’ve ever had.

The words of your Aunties, the family friends in the church, echo in your ears. Jungkook’s bad. They’d say over and over. It would cause you to snort and giggle, unable to imagine what sort of things he’s done to warrant such a cliché label. Yet some of the girls your age, girls that have gone off to college agree with sultry looks and longing eyes that yes, Jungkook’s bad. So bad, it’s good.

You haven’t a clue what he’s actually done to earn such a hushed title, his parents are lip-tight about his doings, unless it’s his achievements in the architecture graduate program. You hear things, though. Things that make you shamefully green with envy, envious of sin.

As soon as he finds proper footing in the storage room, he goes to the closet, immediately finding his backup clothes. They’re plain white button-downs, awkward long shirts with no shape or definition to them. They belong to the church, and no one ever uses them because they’re stiff and itchy. Yet Jungkook wears them like it’s tailored, and you have to look away when he quickly knots the bottom half of the shirt, fashioning it into a tasteful double knot in order to cinch his lean waist.

“Pretty sure it was just you that saw me,” Jungkook says dismissively, “so it’s fine.”

This bristles you the wrong way, and you put down the catering covers you were supposed to return to the storage room. You smooth out your Sunday dress, this shade of Boring Beige looking particularly pale in the morning sun. “How do you know I won’t tell?” you turn your nose up.

“Because I know,” he doesn’t even look at you, focusing on rolling the sleeves of his shirt. You weaken when you see the black shadowing across his forearm. That’s new, then again you haven’t seen him since last Christmas.

“Know what?”

“That you have a crush on me,” Jungkook says into the air like it’s common knowledge, adjusting the leather jacket on top of his outfit so the white-startched collar pops on top, “I mean, it’s hard for anyone not to know. You’ve been into me since youth group, Bunny.”

You hold your breath, counting to ten as you close the door behind you. A vision of you playing “Duck Duck Goose” as a five year old plays in your head, where you’d pick a bushy, big-eyed Jeon Jungkook each time, hopping over to him to pat his fluffy head so he’d chase you around.

It’s old news, your puppy love for Jungkook. How could you not like him? He's clever and sweet with his mother and always told the best stories in youth group meetings. Everyone thought your affections were so sweet, and while that attention weaned over time, your feelings have only increased the more self-aware you’ve become.

With a mind as open and honest is yours, it’s hard to ignore how well Jungkook has grown. What has also grown is your curiosities since the two of you have moved onto university. Jungkook goes to the university uptown, a far drive which only forces him attend masses during the holidays. You attended the local community college, wrapping up a bachelors in some vague major that you’re not attached to. You’re currently looking around for some graduate schools, but unfortunately you’ve been so wrapped up doing duties for Pastor Nina that you haven’t been able to look around properly.

Jungkook’s probably living a fun life, with the way he’s grown rough and loose, you resent him.

When you turn back around, Jungkook’s right in front of you, trapping you between his body and the door.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Bunny,” you furrow your brows, nearly growing cross-eyed when he leans in. “I think your crush is cute.”

You’re not sure what he thinks of you. Sure, he considered everyone a friend when you two were in youth group, but that was youth group. Premeditated, parents forcing other children to do the same things with each other for years upon years in the hope they’ll practice together forever and ever. Jungkook did not want that, evident from the way he dipped his duties as soon as he got into university.

You hate how easy he dips back into it though, calling you Bunny and making you feel like a little girl all over again. Bunny, because you’d hop around to him whenever he was in sight. Bunny, because Jungkook had been fondly compared to the wide-eyed, diamond-toothed creature. It was cute when you were five. Now, it’s just discomfiting.

“Don’t call me that,” you bite, “and I don’t like you anymore.”

“Sure you don’t,” he rolls his eyes, and you flinch when Jungkook’s hand rests on the curve of your waist, fingers slotting themselves between the pleats of your skirt. “That’s why you’re not moving away when I’m about to put my hand under your skirt. Because you don’t like me.”

You press yourself further into the door, your skin hot and vibrating. So warm, you feel like you could melt through the door and escape from Jungkook’s gaze. Sure, the young ladies in the congregation talk. Maybe you’ve heard a story or two about Jungkook being seedy, a result of being repressed after years and years of stiff routines and expectations thrust upon him. You could care less about Jungkook’s sexual appetite, until this appetite has reached you.

“Mm, you’re pretty,” Jungkook’s eyes roam your form, the daisy white blouse doing nothing to barricade Jungkook’s sudden interest in you, “you’ve never been touched like this, have you?”

“I’ve touched myself like this,” you hiss in defense, and it’s more out of anger than in pleasure. You don’t need a man to comfort you, but Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in mirth at the new information.

“That’s really sexy,” Jungkook slips down, roams his fingers down to your ankles and plays with the silver buckles of your Mary Janes. You shiver when his hands trail up up up to your knees, the swell of your thighs, and catch right under the elastic seam that holds your secrets together, “but I’ll have you know, it’s different when you have someone hold your pleasure in their hands.”

You’re in the storage room of your church, fifteen minutes before the Christmas mass, with Jeon Jungkook’s head between your legs. Your skirt is long, and Jungkook doesn’t bother to ride it up your waist.

It feels more forbidden that way, Jungkook hiding under the fabric of your skirt to get to your honeyed center, sneaking his way in with rough hands and soft touches.

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper, pressing your full spine against the wooden door, “we shouldn’t. N-not like this.”

What is wrong with you? Is it sheer curiosity? Do you just want to know what it finally, finally feels like? You should be pushing him away. There’s red lights flashing back and forth in your brain like sirens. Yet, do you really want to turn away the attention you’ve been aching for years?

You imagined your first time to be relatively special. The bare minimum, a bed, a talk, and a partner you’re mutually committed to. None of those things are met. Now you understand why all the young women in church whisper about sex like this. It’s a spur of the moment, it’s an unbridled pleasure you don’t want to stop, no matter how forbidden and sinful the act is.

“How else then?” you feel his deep voice straight through your panties, his lips whispering between the pink cotton like he’s sinking liquid heat into your skin. “I can’t sink my fingers into your sweet cunt during the candle lighting. Or when we open presents with the family after. That would be inappropriate.”

Your replies come out in breaths, puffs of air that conceal the moans you so badly want to let out as Jungkook pokes and rubs at you. He does nothing beyond the cotton fabric, only slides two fingers up and down your slit as he gathers the arousal between his digits.

“So wet already, that’s so sexy,” he’s kissing your core, and you sigh fretfully at the pleasure that feels so close yet so far away.

“P-please, Jungkook…”

“Please what?” Jungkook teases, fingers slipping back and forth between the elastic of your underwear, “please stop? Please touch me? Please fuck me?”

The church bell answers that, and Jungkook’s nose knocks right into your bud at the sudden intrusion. You yelp at the jarring stimulation, pulling him from under your skirts as the loud noise echoes in the room. Both of you wince at the pain, the moment interjected.

“You first,” Jungkook casually opens the door for you, as if he didn’t have you ten seconds away from begging him to make you come.

You don’t even look at him as you dash away, not bothering to take the elevator in favor of running off the heat. Two minutes before the procession. The church is packed to the brim, only the back seats left. Your family probably gave up on waiting for you up in the front. As you sit down in the corner, you’re momentarily distracted by the beauty of a decorated church on Christmas. Even though you’re part of the decorating committee and commanded most of the design, seeing the stained glass lit up with fairy lights and the poinsettia plants blooming burgundy on the altar, you’re impressed.

“There’s a draft here, you must be cold.” Jungkook talks to you so politely, a perfect picture of a gentleman as he drapes his leather jacket over your lap. He speaks as if it’s a pleasant surprise, a childhood friend he hasn’t seen in nearly a year.

You can’t tell him to move when people are watching and Jungkook is seconds from interrupting the procession, so you reluctantly scoot over so he can sit next to you. His scent overwhelms you even more now that you’ll have to sit next to him for a whole hour, lavender and vanilla overtaking your pew.

The jacket is heavy and heady on your lap, and you force yourself to stare straight ahead. Jungkook cannot weaken you like this, not anymore.

Thirty minutes later, his fingers are hovering at the start of the homily, caressing your thighs under the jacket with his big hands. A draft? Please. You clamp your thighs together, knocking your knees and hoping they’d lock together for the rest of the mass. Jungkook’s a master key, easily parting his way as if your muscles are pure jelly. You turn your head sharply, glaring at him with all the fire in the world.

“Careful,” Jungkook mouths, eyes flickering to the symbol atop the podium, “he’s watching.”

His fingers finally brush the damp blush cotton of your panties, and you shudder.

#ficswithluv #btsguild #btswritingcafe #kwritersworldnet #btsghostie #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #bts smut #bts fic #jungkook angst #bts angst #kpop fic #hansolmates

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kaderp · 3 years

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ALRIGHT FUCKERS THIS IS GONNA BE A HELLA LONG MEGAPOST AS I WAS GIVEN THE OK

BASICALLY this is gonna be a collection of bullshit me and @blackfliesinbluesugar have come up with and drawn

It starts with Goldie still living in Ireland at 17-19 and Scrooge from ages 18-20 staying in Scotland. And long story short they're dumbasses as teens. Cliche forbidden romance type stuff. Goldie's dad has shot people in the foot for trying to mess around with Goldie or just even talk to her for too long. So the only logical explanation they have is make Scrooge hide in the barn when he visits.

Basically Scrooge chills in the barn for a while cause Goldie's the only one that ever really goes in there because she's in charge of all the chores there. Which is where the context of this post is from

After the first time they fooled around Goldie was like 'oh crap what if I got pregnant D:' and told her mom she's going through a phase of flowey/big dresses when in reality she's trying to hide a potential baby bump. Now her mom doesn't care because she's too caught up in the fact that Goldie is finally 'acting like a lady.'

So eventually because they never put together that 'hey, if we keeping doing this we're gonna end up with a baby', Goldie does end up pregnant. And because her dad is a dick and a 'I catch you with my daughter then you die' type of shotgun dad, Goldie is freaking tf out.

About a month after she finds out she's pregnant, the O'Gilt's (well mostly just Goldie and her mom lol) get invited to a fancy dinner and Scrooge is really wanting to see Goldie again. So what better way to see her than to travel to Ireland, steal a uniform, and sneak into said dinner party as a busboy. Problem is he can't risk Goldie's dad seeing him again so he tries to slick back his whiskers

But while Scrooge is running around, he eventually spots Goldie across the room. Now he's never seen her in anything fancy, usually just the flannel and green work skirt. And he just about dies 😭

By now she has a bit of a baby bump she's had to hide so she normally goes for high waisted dresses that immediately flow out.

Anyways, as Scrooge is putting on the uniform he realizes he has absolutely no idea how to actually be a busboy. He doesn't know the first thing about dining and stuff so he's just like AAAAAAA

As they both see each other, Scrooge gives a dorky grin and Goldie smiles before realizing he snuck in. Right when Scrooge goes to see her he gets dumped with a bunch of dishes he has to set. Goldie sees him struggling to figure out how to set a table and he just gives her a nervous grin while she's like 'oh you beautiful dumbass -_-'

She's turning red cause she's trying so hard not to burst out in laughter as Scrooge slips and a bunch of silverware falls on him

He's getting yelled at by the director but he's just giving Goldie a goofy grin from across the room.

Her parents: remember to be calm and not make a scene no matter wh-

Goldie watching Scrooge trip on the tablecloth: BWAHAHA

But as the dinner progresses, Goldie remembers Scrooge doesn't even know she's pregnant. So she keeps trying to tell him but they both constantly get pulled away to do other things.

Towards the end of dinner Scrooge gets a free moment and realizes then that 'holy shit I actually like really love her!' So he darts to wherever she is and is struggling to get it out cause he doesn't know how much time he has left. He eventually spits it out and tells Goldie he loves her and is immediately called away. Scrooge takes her hands and quickly kisses her cheek before running to wherever the director is calling him from.

Goldie is shocked and stays still for a moment but by the time the shock wears off she realizes Scrooge is already long gone and they don't see each other again. And now Goldie's like 'crap crap crap, he said he loves me and I didn't even tell him I'm pregnant.'

They aren't able to communicate for a while cause Goldie's so focused on trying to keep her family pleased while still hiding her baby bump, and Scrooge keeps getting sidetracked and forgetting to write. (You can't tell me that isn't something he'd do because he kept getting distracted in the life and times when coming back home). He has her address, and he has started a letter, and even his family knows about her. 3ish months pass of no communications until one night Goldie starts contractions.

She darts to the barn after the first contraction and realizes she has to do this alone. A letter takes a day to get to Scrooge and going to Scotland herself would take closer to 7 hours. At that point it would be safer to not move.

It's like 3am by the time she lays and the egg ends up being pretty small. The entire time Goldie was just getting sicker and sicker. She ends up too weak to even hide the egg and has a high fever. She seriously thinks she's not gonna make it for the first night she can barely stay conscious.

The next morning she has just enough strength to lazily hide the egg in the hay and sluggishly make her way back to the main house. Her parents are already up and she explains she started feeling iffy while doing chores and collapses.

Because her parents aren't completely heartless and she still is their daughter, her parents' main focus shifts to trying to nurse her back to health. They assume she fell with a bad flu and don't know she had spent all night laying an egg.

During this time she writes to Scrooge telling him to get over here asap, it's an emergency.

Goldie's parents take over her chores in the barn and the moment they said that Goldie went into panic mode again. During a lunch break she climbs through her window and runs to the barn to hide the egg better. She does, and she successfully makes it back to her room but collapses again and sleeps until the next day.

Scrooge arrives 3 days after she lays and now she's really panicking. She's still weak and sick, and her parents are coming closer and closer to finding the egg. Scrooge when he sees her is genuinely freaking out. Not only for the future and that he now has an egg, but because Goldie did it by herself in a dirty barn. She's still a little loopy even though it's been a few days and Scrooge just feels heart broken that he wasn't there to help. He starts going on a tangent about how she could have died but Goldie just kisses him to get him to stop blabbering.

Scrooge helps her clean up a bit cause even with her parents looking after her, she's still a mess. But as he's washing her and the egg up, they hear fighting from the main house. Her parents realized she wasn't in her bed. She starts crying and tells Scrooge he needs to run home asap because if her dad finds out he'll most definitely kill him and/or the baby.

(This was the first doodle for the au before deciding on an exact age/place/look so don't mind the sloppiness)

Scrooge escapes right as her dad comes in. She pulls the excuse of she thought she felt well enough to do chores.

Scrooge rn is running like a madman back to Scotland. He went from chilling with his family to being a father who's child needs to be kept secret within a day.

By the time Scrooge gets back home it's the middle of the night and is ngl feeling pretty overwhelmed. He tells Downy that he messed up and she's just like ??? So Scrooge holds up the egg and Downy just purses her lips like 'ah'

The next morning Scrooge explains to his family what happened and doesn't leave out any detail. Fergus and Downy obviously have mixed feelings. Scrooge is barely 19 yet he already has a kid??? But in the end they realize they can't change what's happened and focus on helping Scrooge protect this child.

Once the baby hatched, all mixed feelings from Downy erased and she just went into 'this is my grandbaby and no one will touch her' mood.

Scrooge and Goldie kept in contact from the moment Goldie gave away the egg. Because of the little incident of Goldie 'trying to do chores while sick,' she was put under close monitoring for the next few months and couldn't visit each other. After constant writing back and forth, they find a date to meet up half way between Scotland and Ireland so Goldie can meet her baby. They try to decide on baby names through the letter but they can't agree on anything. Goldie finds out that Scrooge moved out of his small Glasgow home and into McDuck Castle. He gives her the new location on the map as well.

The first time Scrooge tries to sneak out with the baby Fergus is just standing right outside with his brow arched and Scrooge starts freaking out.

Before Scrooge can apologize for trying to sneak out, Fergus just asks if Scrooge would like him to go with.

Scrooge is a little shocked but can't talk with the frog in his throat and just nods. Along the way Scrooge explains how he and Goldie have been trying to find the right time to sneak out for weeks because it was so hard for Goldie to get free time. She was sent to go across country to get supplies and uses that opportunity to go meet up with Scrooge and the baby again.

Fergus just nods and continues.

When they do see Goldie, she almost breaks down at the sight that the baby survived and is being raised in a good house hold and can't stop holding her. The baby is about 3 months old by now. They finally agreed on a name and she ended up being named Maryanne. (Yes Jelly and I chose that because it means Star of the Sea)

She has to give the baby back to Scrooge cause stupid teenage and still getting over pregnancy hormones are getting the better of her and she starts full on sobbing as she sits on the ground. Scrooge freezes cause he's like aaaaaa what do I dooooo while still holding the baby.

But Fergus crouches down to her and asks if she wants a hug. All Goldie can say is 'uh huh' and he just wraps himself around her. She hugs back and Fergus rocks back and forth until Goldie's calmed down.

'I'm sorry I pulled your son into the mess. I-I was just so scared that my papa w-would kill one of us that I didn't know what else to do.'

Fergus pulls her away so he can actually look at her. And part of him feels that tinge of fear and sadness that the two teens had experienced. He grabs onto her shoulders which causes Goldie to look up at him.

'While I dinnae agree what you two did was right. Ah'm proud of you. Because what you did, finding the will to give up a child for their own safety, took a lotta strength there, lass.' And before she can react, Fergus pulls her in again and let's it sink in.

Scrooge is still holding the baby but now he's sitting down and bouncing the cooing baby on his knee while watching the scene unfold.

Over the course of the next few months, Goldie visits as much as possible and she grows closer to the family and Scrooge every time. On the times she can't visit, Fergus accompanies Scrooge in order to protect them from Goldie's dad. She's had a few close calls with her dad, but nothing too serious

After those events, Goldie practically moves in with the McDucks and they work on raising Maryanne. However like in the Rosa series, they're still experiencing tax trouble and Scrooge says he's gonna have to go to South Africa. The baby is about 2 by now and Scrooge is almost 21, while Goldie is about 19 and a half.

(This next section was an accident but basically it started as jotting down ideas but turned into a fic after I said it would take 20 seconds to write but turned into 2 hours fjdbfndn)

Scrooge is torn between whether or not to go until Goldie says she'll go with him. And because she's stubborn, no one objects. So the three travel across the world together. Maryanne practically grows up on the sea and all of those adventures where Goldie is present in the DT17 Rewriting History book happen.

On adventures they trade off tying the baby to their backs until she's old enough to not need to anymore. Although for the more dangerous ones, one of them stays behind.

But because they weren't married and had a kid in their teens, they were generally looked down upon. It got to the point where they just started saying they were married in order to avoid conflict with others. And after a while they actually forgot they weren't in fact married

'Huh, I forgot we're not actually married.' 'WAIT WE'RE NOT???'

'We're married' 'Oh ok, can i see your marriage records?' '... oh right'

But some old lady or old guy either way starts criticizing Goldie for being a young mother and they just deck the shit outta them and run. Or Goldie fighting someone with baby tied to her back.

Maryanne grows up to be an ocean cartographer and leads sailing expeditions and that's all we have for her. Also she has super blue eyes lol

That's basically almost all of the things we have for this au lol

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #disney #duck tales #don rosa #scrooge mcduck #goldie o'gilt #au #glittering goldie #scroldie #teen scroldie au #long post #really long post #megapost

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mysweetgeo · 3 years

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fic request or idea, whatever you wanna do! what if like you had a situation like you do in i need you like yn was the picture person & assistant / groupie / whatever & they had somewhere to go BUT yn gets sick & has to stay back at the hotel but george feels really bad leaving her there by herself so he sticks back at the hotel w her & takes care of her :)

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUBMITTING A REQUEST IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES !!

Anyhow, I’m not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind but here you go !

Love You To

Summary: George hangs back to comfort an ill reader on a day when they are both supposed to be at a press conference.

Pairings: ‘66 (ish??) George x Reader

Warnings: None !! Just gets super fluffy at the end ! Enjoy :))

Press days were some of the most boring days for the boys, and for you as well.

You were Brian’s assistant, and you found that their press conferences, while they could be amusing at times, usually turned quite boring.

You’d been dreading these type of days ever since Brian had hired you in early 1964, just before their first trip to the States.

They had a press conference scheduled in London this afternoon, but the moment you woke up you knew you wouldn’t be in attendance.

You groaned as you felt an intense pressure in your head, no doubt a migraine that was soon to be in full effect.

You slowly sat yourself and grabbed the phone, dialling Brian’s number and letting him know.

“Oh that’s alright, love! I’ll let the boys know, feel better soon!” He’d said in a kind voice on the phone.

Once you’d hung up the phone, you slowly made your way into your small kitchen to make yourself something to eat and a cup of tea before you took something to help relieve the pain.

Just as you were about to sit down you heard a knock at your door, which you cursed at because of the sound.

Who the hell could that be ?

“Coming,” you said in a cranky voice, slowly making your way over to the door to let in whomever had interrupted you.

You opened the door and couldn’t help but smile, “Georgie,” you said, opening the door up to let him inside.

“Hi, love,” he said, pulling you into a hug as soon as you closed the door. “Brian said you weren’t feelin’ too good, so I thought I should come over and help.”

You gratefully accepted his hug, latching onto him and taking in his scent. “Don’t you have to be at the press conference today?” You murmured into his neck, not releasing him from your arms.

“Yeah, but that’s a load of rubbish. ‘Specially when my best girl is under the weather,” he replied, rubbing his large hands on your back.

You and George had immediately clicked when you got hired as Brian’s assistant. The two of you became inseparable, rarely seen without the other.

And you had recently started seeing each other, and although it was still very new it was like you’d been together all your lives.

“I don’t deserve you,” you mumbled, holding him closer (if that was even possible).

He gently pressed a kiss to your head, “I think it’s quite the opposite,” he said with a slight chuckle, “so what’s goin’ on? What’s not feelin’ right?” He asked as he sat the two of you down on the couch, allowing you to straddle his legs and relax against his chest.

“I’ve a migraine,” you whispered, not moving your face from his neck.

“Mm, have you had anything to eat, darling?” He asked, still holding you in his arms.

“Was about to just before you came,” you said quietly, still not making any effort to move from your cozy place.

“Let’s try that, love, you need to eat something,” he whispered, gently prying you off of him and looking into your eyes.

You whined in protest, tears springing in your eyes, “I was so comfy,” you cried, the tears now falling down your cheeks in clear streams.

George’s heart broke seeing you like this, and he pressed a gently kiss to your forehead, “Shhh, it’s okay, my love, once you’ve gotten something in you we can cuddle all you want, okay?” He cooed, rubbing your back again to soothe your cries.

You sniffed, “Okay.”

George carried you into your kitchen and set you on the counter before grabbing the buttered toast and chamomile tea that you’d made for yourself.

“Here,” he whispered, holding the piece of toast out for you to take a bite, cupping his hand under your chin to catch the stray crumbs that fell as you did.

Once you’d gotten a piece of toast in you, as well as half a cup of tea, George picked you up once again. This time carrying you into the bedroom, gently laying you down.

He crawled in beside you, allowing you to make your way onto his chest, laying directly on top of him. You pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw before closing your eyes and nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

George smiled and hugged you tight to him, “You know I love you,” he whispered.

Your heart stilled in your chest and you popped one eye open and sat up slightly, “Really?” You asked breathlessly.

He hummed to confirm, “I think I always have,” he said, reachinga hand up to place on your cheek, “you don’t have to worry about saying it back or anythin’, I know its soon, but I just felt I needed to say it.”

You looked up at him, a soft smile on your face as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, “I love you too, George,” you murmured as you pulled away.

His face broke out in a stupid grin, “God, I’ve never been so happy,” he said, laughing a bit as his eyes filled with happy tears.

You returned his grin and tucked yourself into his neck once again, your migraine was soon forgotten, but you were completely content to be with George.

#love #george harrison #the beatles #beatles x reader #music #george #george harrison fic #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #60s #60s music

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wildercrow · 2 years

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Hello! ‘"Snuggling helps with a lot of things, so come here". For Ezekiel Surana/Morrigan. Thank you!

Aaaaaa thank you for giving me an excuse to write these two, I care them so much...

For @dadrunkwriting

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Rating: General Characters: Ezekiel Surana, Morrigan Relationships: Surana/Morrigan Genre: Hurt/Comfort Word Count: 660 Content Warnings: Descriptions of anxiety, Nonspecific references to past abuse, Dragon Age Origins and Inquisition Spoilers AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34368964/chapters/87059815

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Context Note: in this timeline, Morrigan and Ezekiel has an adopted dragonling daughter named Aednat.

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Ezekiel awakens, sweating and gasping, to a cold spot beside him in the blankets. He’s used to the nightmares. They’ve been a constant in his life since he became a Grey Warden almost eight years ago. But it’s still hard to get back to sleep after. Burying himself in Morrigan’s arms helps, but… where is she? Her absence leaves him equal parts worried and lonely.

He takes several slow, deep breaths to still the pounding of his heart. Leans over to press a soft smooch to Kieran’s sleeping head. Rests a gentle hand on Aednat’s side and gives her head a kiss, too. Then untangles himself from the blankets and crawls out of the tent to look for his partner.

It doesn’t take him long to locate her, thankfully. She’s sitting against a crumbling wall nearby, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers and gazing out into the vast abandoned emptiness of the Crossroads. Ezekiel shuffles over to her and wordlessly takes a seat at her side, affectionately bumping his shoulder against hers.

“You should go back to sleep,” she says, her voice raw and heavy with sadness. “’Tis the middle of the night.”

He shakes his head.

“Ah. Nightmares?” she asks softly.

He nods, then signs, “You?”

“’Tis nothing. I merely needed some time to think.”

Ezekiel gives her a look that wordlessly communicates that he’s not buying it.

She sighs, moving a ring from one finger to another with a metallic clink. “You have an infuriating way of luring me into talking about my feelings, are you aware?”

He chirps at her, tilting his head expectantly.

“Yes, just like that,” she says with a wry laugh. Then she sighs again, “Do you ever worry that we cannot give our children what they need? What they deserve? Is this really all so different than what my mother gave me?” She gestures at the emptiness around them.

Ezekiel frowns. There’s so much he wants to say. He wants to tell her that there is a world of difference between this and the way her mother raised her. That Kieran and Aednat have them and each other and are so, so loved. That this is hard for all of them, but it’s not the same. That she is not her mother. But words – even signed words – are hard on the best of days, and right now he’s sleepy and still a bit shaken, so all his brain seems to be providing is a jumbled mix of pictures and emotions. So he settles for wrapping her in a tight hug and gently headbutting her jaw.

She lets out a sad huff of laughter and reaches a hand up to pat his arm, “My apologies, I… should not have brought this up now. ‘Tis not a good time.”

He pulls away and signs “Tomorrow.” It’s a statement, not a question. A promise that the topic is not dropped, merely postponed for a time when he has more words.

A ghost of a smile flickers across her lips, “Thank you, my love.”

Ezekiel smiles back, then points to the tent and signs “Snuggle?”

“I doubt snuggles can untangle this mess,” she says, leaning back against the crumbling bricks and fidgeting with her rings once more.

“No,” Ezekiel signs his agreement, “but snuggles fix lots.” He once again points towards the tent, more insistently this time.

“Alright, if you insist,” she begrudgingly stands and follows him back to the tent, where they both kiss their sleeping children before crawling back under the blankets together, Morrigan on her back and Ezekiel curling around her with his head on her chest, his arm across her belly, and a leg tangled up with hers.

Despite her protests, the snuggles appear to be a powerful antidote to Morrigan’s anxieties, because it doesn’t take her long to drift off to sleep. Ezekiel follows soon after, lulled back to sleep by the familiar rhythm of his sleeping partner’s breathing and heartbeat.

#morrigan #morrigan dragon age #surana #warden #morrigan x warden #ezekiel surana #nuri writes #da drunk writing circle

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superbdragoncollection-stuff · 4 years

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A Visual Reference guide to my thoughts through Agony of a Witch

This is a visual guide of my reactions to Wing it Like Witches, written with notes I took during the episode that were typically stream of consciousness. Well, they said it would be an angsty week. I can take it. Let’s see now…

Oh my.

Well this is different.

This is very different

Oh hey, Lily! How are you, hon? I trust you’re well?

I’m wondering if he’s collecting witches just to absorb their power...

“Gah! What the frell--?! Oh, it’s just you.”

Hm, now she might actually be a legitimate threat. How are they gonna get out of this one? Lily, come on, you’re better than this…

Oof, that title.

...Does he have a head for that hat?

Hm, seems like she’s rolling out a proper military force…

AAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FRELL?!

ARE THEY EMPTY?! I HOPE THEY’RE EMPTY!

“Be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting owls…”

Owl season!

Witch season

Lily nearly killed herself again! It’s okay, just walk it off, friend...

“Lily, you magnificent witch, I read your book!”

Where’d she get those field glasses? Oh god, Eda and Patton, there’s so many thoughts in there...

Huh, nice scarf, Eda! As a fellow scarf aficionado, I approve.

“Dude’s getting beaten up in the background--”

This ain’t about him.

*Click

click*

“Mom, I don’t like it when you tempt fate like--”

“Oh dren.”

Huh...that look at her younger self...

I don’t have a quip, this was just funny

Whoa. Mom really burned through her prescription.

“Jeez you’re morbid!”

“I’m fine!”

Eda, friend, pal, you just drank an entire month’s prescription

DON’T MAKE LUZ SAD!

“Parallel arm thing”, I love it

Aww, I thought she was just gonna keep the fabric for herself!

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

WHAT THE FRELL, HOOTY?! WHAT IS THIS, SILENCE OF THE LAMBS?!

Luz, go find Amity right now. I’m sure she knows the brain bleach spell.

Hah! That bird!

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

Luz where’s your--?! Is that an owl baby?

...I’m having serious questions about free will right now.

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

LUZ, THE HEIST IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS YOUR GIRLF--

“Emperor built it as a symbol of unity. Before he came to power, people were doing magic all wrong. He taught us that the only way to respect the power the Titan gave us was to join covens.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE YOTZ?! FIRST OF ALL THIS IS LIKE THAT RENDEZVOUS WITH RAMA ISSUE OF PLANETARY, AND SECOND OF ALL, WHAT THE FRELL?! WHITEWASHING, COLONIALISM, NATIVE AMERICAN BOARDING SCHOOLS! RED ALERT, RED ALERT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

Oh, there’s Amity!

Whoo, continuity! And, boo, continuity!

“Shut up.” Well, I can’t see her siding with Lily anytime soon. I like the detail on her cast. That frees her up for the next episode.

“Some”. BOO, DOWN WITH ECONOMIC CLASS!

Hogwarts. Well, we’re in for some chop.

“Peace”? People die every day because they don't have mixed magic!

Oh no. Oh no. Oh dren dren dren! “Savage Ages”?! “Wild magic?!” DISHONORED THE TITAN?! AAAAA THIS IS THE TRIPODS!

"USE MAGIC PROPERLY"?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! THIS IS THE TRIPODS! THEY'VE BEEN CAPPED, THEY'VE ALL BEEN CAPPED! LOOK ON MY WORKS YE MIGHTY AND DESPAIR! I AM OZYMANDIAS, I MET A STRANGER FROM AN ANTIQUE LAND

Oh hey Luz, what're you up to, sweetie?

POWER MUST BE SHARED, THE UNION MAKES US STRONG. HE SHOULDN’T HAVE THIS POWER

WHAT IF THESE WERE COMMON PLACE BEFORE?! IT'S LIKE THE WATCH! AUTOMATIQUE! AUTOMATIQUE! TICK, TICK, TICK

YES LUZ, TAKE BACK THE POWER FOR THE COMMON FOLK! THEY SHALL RUE THE DAY THEY DARED TO

WAIT NO DON’T

Oh hey, Lily, what’s going on?

...Lily did you eat that bird?

Good luck with puberty. Hehehehe-- [spit take] AAAA FORESHADOWING?!

Huh, more Tolkien vibes, the heroes are organic while the baddies have serious steampunk...

Luz, sweetie, please be careful!

What. The frell.

Oh...h-hey Sauron...

I WAS RIGHT HE’S ABSORBING MAGIC HE REALLY IS SAURON

I’M RIGHT WITH YOU, LUZ

[shudder], Frak, it’s like that GTA easter egg...

Who’s that voice…? Ah, a fellow Welshman…

Looks like the heart in Eda’s diagram…

THE FRELL THEY’RE SCREAMING IN AGONY!

Aw, mom’s making stuff

Oh hey, is that Narsil?

OH GOD NO PLEASE NOT AN IMPOSTER SUBPLOT

OOOHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU

Hey, she’s got her girlfriend’s grabby hands

Aww, he just pet it!

Nice, nice, blowtorch

Aww, that poor guard

...how does Gus know the worm? I forgot that was even a thing

“I can feel the magic! It just cured my...whatever it is I didn’t know I had!”

Aww, your best self!

Aww, Willow! It’s like Samwise and being tempted by the ring!

“You cannot hide...I see you...there is no life in the void...only death.”

Oh...hi Saruman.

Also, “pet”? RACIST!

Wait that round artifact...

BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH

Mom’s happy!

I need a King plushie.

WAAAAAHHH SHE WAS GONNA GET LUZ A GIFT

...Then the badness happened!

“Did someone touch my frakking kid?

...Lily.”

“Oh hey Edalyn! I see you accepted my challenge of--”

“Um.”

“What the yotz, Edalyn?! You coulda killed me!”

“AAAAAA”

“So I kidnapped a kid, what’s the big deal?”

Mom is mad…

Lily, that kid is one of exactly two things keeping her from removing your tonsils out through your ears. Don’t mess with her.

“That’s my kid you’ve got, Lily.”

Also, she’s totally right.

“Huh. Maybe she’s actually attached to this kid.”

DANA EDA IS SCARING ME

Wow.

Lot of anime influence…

[CRITICAL SPEECH FAILURE: UNABLE TO FABRICATE NEW WORDS]

Wow.

[SPEECH CENTER RESTORED]

I’m speechless.

Oh yeah, BRING THE RAIN EDA!

LILY?! WHAT THE YOTZ ARE YOU--?!

OH...YOU...FRAKKING...COWARD! YOU FRAKKING WINNOWILL IMPERSONATOR! YOU’RE USING A KID AS A HUMAN SHIELD! YOU COWARD, YOU--YOU--

I agree with Eda on the pathetic! Lily, you can’t beat her without a human shield! A child human shield!

Good thinking, Luz!

They looked down on each other. Now that’s interesting familial baggage...

Hey, you were the one who was team captain and boasted about that--

...

YOU...YOU...YOU WHAT?!

LILY YOU DID WHAT?! YOU...OH, I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS!

DON’T KILL HER EDA, THAT’S WRONG, BUT I WON’T MIND IF YOU PUNCH HER TEETH--

TAP-DANCING CHRIST WHAT?! AAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oh no.

...

No...

“Once was blind, but now I see...”

YOU MONSTER! GET HER LUZ, GET HER!

OH YOTZ OWLBERT!

SHE’S YOUR SISTER YOU DRENNED MONSTER! I UNDERSTAND YOU WERE KIDS, BUT YOU’RE STILL HOLDING ONTO THAT?!

"Go back to your world, this one is ours." Well then, we gotta bring Earth here.

WAIT WAS SHE WRITING THE LETTERS--?!

…

Oh...Invader Zim reference…

OOOHH! YOU POOR KID!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#THE OWL HOUSE #spoilers #agony of a witch #luz noceda #the owl house eda #eda clawthorne #screenshot #reactions

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ML Blog Appreciation Day!!

ohuuhuhoho i heard it was that day,,, and imma comin’ to appreciATE AHAHAHAHAA

@seasonofthegeek oh my heckin’ goodness she was like,,, one of my first favorite writers in the fandom and then I eventually joined a discord server with her and she’s the sweetest darn bean my gosh she’s talented and like draws too and gAH--

@secretagentspydetectiveninja waHAHAHA im loVE you ur so amazing and sweet and fun 2 talk with, aish’s writing is also mMM yes 10/10 and the amount of iconic things they’ve made is kfkjhkajshdf

@nolongervoid the sweetest beaN!!!!! Also the thing’s she’s written are aaaaaaaahhhh, real good (and u never let me let go of the daping thing >:|) love u~~~

@jattendschaton iM LITERALLY--- they’re like the sweetest human being on the planet I literally, I caNNot. They have done the most adorable cosplays of Ladybug, Marinette, and Adrien, I always loved them so so much. Their writing is also amazing, they’re so sweet and delightful to read (and they always have the absolute sweetest tags on all their reblogs my goodness).

@adrienaline-rushed-art I’ve known u since I was like,,,, 14??? 15?? My goSH, but regardless, you’ve grown so much as an artist and as a writer and I absolutely adore everything you create, I feel like I don’t express that enough. An amazing bean.

@lesslinette hhhhhh she could steal my soul and I’d say thank you omygod her art is-- aaaAAAA and she an absolute sweetheart.

@marinoodles aaaa ur so goofy and fun and just like adsfjhdh sO nice, quality meme-age also im lvoe u

@megatraven veR sweet im love they made quite a few really cute drawings and stuff and aaaa i met chu long ago but u are amazinnng

@mikauzoran iM CAN’T MY GOD I COULD SCREAM ABOUT YOU FOR HOURS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Literally sO talented, knows how to get you in the feeLS, beautiFUL writing, and just ajdsfljads such a sweetheart, I would go back and read her works hundreds of times.

@mireilletan yOU, anoTher talented and amazing writer but also amazing artist gaAAAhhh I love the way you akjdflakjd WORDS. Yes. And you’re super duper nice and aaaaaaa I loaf yuo qAq

@ominousunflower i love u and our hamster so much aaaaa, but for real he just writes,,,, so good. You can stab me in the heart a thousand times and make me cry or feel super duper soft and hnnggg when I teLL you these people are literal writing goALS--- so preTTY

@galahadwilder Very sweet! Also writes so good I love, my goodness the talent

@thewritewolf if u wanna read some fluff he is like tHe place to go, I don’t generally read a lot of fluff but aa a a a aaggh I love it a lot

@overworkedunderwhelmed I’ve read quite a few of ur things and they’re so a a a a!!!! They’ve been here for a long time and honestly they make some mmmm yes quality stuffs i yes love

@tides-miraculous aaAAA gotta stan the nino content and all the muslimah miraculous wielders, they’re and incredible artist, I was always in awe of their works

@thelastpilot moAR NINO-- I love their writing very very much, as well as their art qAq

@botherkupo agaiN YES writing is vER gUUD and I lovE theM they are so sweet

@chatalyst they post so many iconic things oh my goD, she also writes verY good and is mucho skillzzz

@chataclysmes ahHAHAA rarepair heaveN?? Also very nice!!! And!!! Amazing artist!!! Whom I love!!!! Very much!!!!!! Yes!!!!!

@discoveringmiraculousartist OH MY GOD THEY’RE SO SWEET they’re doing the work of like ajdsfadlskjfhmy godsh. If you wanna find new ml artists you go thERE, they honestly do so much, they do so much work, and they’re so kind and my goodness gracious me oh my

@landturtlealyce wAAAAHHH VERY GOOD ARTIST VERY SWEET BEAN all the heartus

@fizzyarts i cry at the skill, like,,,,, their art good g od

@siderealscribblings a verY good writer, they’re so good at like interpreting characterization and emotions it’s like jfhadskjffj oh my guacamole

@masilvi the living heck moar talent artist the ladrien is VERY GOOD in this house i love u

@chatnoirinette ur so sweet oml, and also verY good art, you’ve improved so much and I love ur writing too qAq

@zeknoir the l u kadrien my dude also u have nice writing and u are nice aaaa X3

@marikittynoir huAHAAHA more cute art!!!!! also a sweet!!!!! i lub

@emsylcatac wAHhahasdkjadsfh I love u so much ur so talented kjafndsjfn

@bugaboo-n-bananoir u ver skill!!! ver nice!!! i lubu

@janaikam she has some neatO writing and I like a lot and she’s honestly a really amazing person too I-- aaaaaa <3

@bugabisous VERY AMAZE TALENT GIF makeR and sweet bean

(o goodness gracious this is getting long and im loosing braincells but there’s so many >:O I’m gonna cut here but if ur under the cut I don’t lobu u less or anything I just don’t wanna abuse the people who see me on their dash)

@honeychats THEY HONESTLY HAVE DRAWN SOME PRETTY DARN CUTE THINGS and they are ver nice!!!!!!

@yeet-noir gAAAAHHHH i love yo so much I kid u not ur iconic

@amimons aaahhahahaa talented artist and so kind!!!!!!!!

@lllluka WAHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEIR ART SERIOUSLY

@terrible-miraculous-ladybug-aus thamk yuo so much for all the times you made me wheeze so hard my lungs came out

@leviaana your art!!!! is so good I love the way you color SO MUCH it’s so pretty and soft!!!!!

@sweetsweetsweetie hnnnngggg ur ability to make backgrounds god I wish it was contagious and ur comics are so good!!!!!

@wintertundra-art hmhnmnmgf they do vberry good art and aaa their trans!au is the best

@ladybeug i just o my gosh i love them so much their art and just-- can i die 4 u

@ladyblargh they’ve done so many iconic things i--

@buggachat if ur not following her already i--- aMAZING art, quALITY content YES.

@yunyin WAAAAHH MORE SUPER DUPER AMAZING ART I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOUR SO SWEET AND HHDSNFND AAHHHH

@therealscribblingmama I have so many of their things bookmarked, they are a reaLLy good writer

@miracu-less such CuTE art im in lots of love

aaAAAAA alas im getting tired but there’s probably like a bAJILLION more i really am sorry if i didn’t get you or anything like that because I do genuinely lob yuo. if u ever made lukadrien content or smth 10/10 all the screams for you u might not see like ur account but I definitely saw what u made and cried over it bc i like live in that tag 50% of the time

@megs-ils you seem to be very nice and you make so much art I’m honestly baffled and it’s also really good, like,,,,, much skill

@amyahue AAHAHAHAAHAH so cuteeee their art is so cuteeee and it makes my heart go kaboom

@tizzymcwizzy ohmygod I love the way they draw chat its so cute and like the winGS and the DHAHDBAKFSM yEs

#ml blog appreciation #ml positivity week #i love all you guys so much words couldn't even describe #i kinda loose my words really fast sorry about that #this is why #i dont write as much anymore asdjfkladsjlfkjads #agghhh you guys all give me reasons to stay in the fandom #im also positive i missed people so i genuinely am sorry if i missed you #is like midnight #BUT THE AMOUNT OF TALENT #IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE HERE #theres also a chance i missed u cos u might not be active or into ml or something like that

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