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Outcry — Spencer Reid X Reid!reader

Pairings; Spencer Reid X daughter!reader

Content warnings: heavy heavy talks of rape/sexual assault, sadness, panic attacks, boys being boys

summary: Spencer’s daughter is sexually assaulted while at school and tries to hide it from him.

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This is what being a woman was, at least now it was. Seeing the world for the real evil it was. Your dad was your protector, so he always managed to keep you safe. No matter what he’d never be able to keep you from them. Men, boys, people with dicks, all of them.

The worse part of it all was having to deal with it alone. Your dad was a FBI agent, your best friend is the unit chiefs son, you knew they would kill whoever hurt you.

Hiding it from everyone you knew was going to catch up to you sooner as in today. It was a normal morning, you forced yourself to exist for half the day.

Already prepared for a nap before you fully wake up. As you get up your dad opens the door catching you off guard. It scared the shit out of you.

Jumping as he opened the door Spencer took notice fast. He knew something was up, of course he knew.

He noticed how jumpy you were particularly around boys, not even wanting to spend time with Jack anymore. Spencer also noticed how quiet you were now.

Always being the loudest and silliest in the room to almost nothing, it concerned him a lot.

“Goodmoring love, I made your lunch and packed up your bag from last night, also you can come right to the office after school.” Spencer smiled as you listened quietly,

“Ok thanks dad.” You said as you got up walking past him to the bathroom. It wasn’t always like this, you weren’t always like this but this is what happens when you’re raped during during cheer practice.

You felt it was no point in saying anything, considering the fact they are both the most known and a very well liked boys at school, it’s no point.

It hurt you alot having to see then in the halls, you started taking the longer way to class because of it.

Justin was a piece of shit but he was on the football and baseball team so that meant he could do no wrong. Dyllan his little puppet was also a piece of shit because he did everything Justin told him. You quickly got ready for school and headed out to start the rest of your day.

For Spencer he was just worried about you. Your shyness, quietness, and jumpiness wasn’t putting his mind at ease. Just like you he swallowed it down and headed to the office.

The case was as bad and it was local. Boys from schools around the area have been being murdered for what the team thought was for being weak.

The unsub was killing the boys because he didn’t think they were strong enough. They started with interviews at local schools and moved out more. They had a few to interview at your school.

The focus was the baseball team because most of the boys murdered were all on different baseball teams.

Justin Brown, Caleb Washington, and Dyllan Smith were all taking to the station for questions. First was Caleb he didn’t do it but they later discovered the boys were being told to show they aren’t weak or die. Caleb had to beat his younger brother in order to live.

The case honestly killed Spencer and anyone else with kids. Knowing how evil the ones around you are no matter the age. Next was Dyllan, which was interesting because he’s Justin best friend.

Dyllan got in interrogation and cracked completely. Telling Spencer and Morgan that it was Justin’s idea to do it and he didn’t mind helping him. First Dyllan had to pass Justin test to make sure he wasn’t going to switch on him.

“So, if you’re here what did Justin make you do?” Derek asked the boy,

“He told me I had to take a virginity from any girl at school.”

“So, he dared you to get a girlfriend?” Morgan asked sarcastically

“No he knew I wouldn’t be able to do that so he picked a girl from our schools cheer team and made me do it to her in the locker room. I could tell she was a virgin so I knew he wouldn’t think I was weak.” Dyllan said as if he did a good job for raping a girl.

Morgan and Reid freezing completely, Dyllan not even knowing he confessed to rape.

“Do you know the girls name?” Spencer spoke up knowing you and your best friends are on that team.

“He said it was Y…. y/n! Her name was y/n! He held her down while I had sex and he said I would be the strongest of them all” He said confessing more and more.

Dyllan really had no one but Justin all he wanted was his approval no matter what it was. Justin obviously knew this and just took advantage of him. You still wanted to kill them both for what they did to you.

Before he could continue Spencer sped across the table chocking Dyllan against the wall.

“I am going to kill you with my bare hands.” He said as he grabbed him by his neck. Morgan moving fast but not as fast. Everyone was angry at what was just said. The team was your aunts and uncles so they didn’t see anything wrong with Spencer reaction. After a few moments Derek pulled Spencer off and they both exited the room.

“Where’s Justin, I need to see him.” Spencer said frantically to Hotch.

“Spencer you know I can’t let you do that.” Hotch said firmly while trying to ccalm Spencer down.

“Aaron, he .. raped my daughter. My little girl, she’s been so closed off and quiet, he did that to her! I need to see him!” Spencer yelled at Aaron surprising everyone.

“Spence, maybe you should try to calm down for when Y/N get here.” JJ said looking at the time knowing you and jack always came here after school. It was only about 30 minutes before you’d be coming to the bullpen.

Taking JJ advice he removed himself from the situation and sat at his desk waiting for you. Staring at the picture of you and him with ice cream all over your mouths making silly faces.

It was from your 13th birthday party at Dave’s house when he brought an ice cream maker. It was the best day of your life thanks to your dad. His heart was aching at the pain you must have been in. Spencer dealt with some of his worse moments alone he never wanted the same for his child.

It was only 30 seconds until you’d be coming up on the elevator. The entire team finishing the paper work from the case as you walked into the bullpen. All heads snapped toward you with sympathetic faces.

“Hi everybody” you said quietly giving a short smile to everyone you seen.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” JJ asked as she approached which wasn’t off, you always talked to your Aunt JJ.

“I’m fine Aunt JJ” you smiled keeping you short and sweet as walked pass to go see your dad.

“Hey dad” sitting down in the chair next to him. As he replied and smiled at you. Everyone is being so weird.

“Why is everyone being so sad towards me?” You asked curiously, but before your dad could answer Justin and Dyllan were being taking out in handcuffs.

Your body was moving before your brain could, you were there again, in the locker room.

“Heeeeyyyyyy y/n” Justin taunted you as he walked passed you got up quickly and moved backwards away in a frantic matter almost knocking over the things on the desk behind you.

Your breathing was heavy and it felt as if you’d been punched in the stomach.

“No, No, please stop, I don’t want to I don’t want to.” You said as you curled into yourself on the floor in the corner. You wanted to just go home and lay in the bed for the rest of your life. Why did this happen to you?

You had noticed everyone watching you lose it but you didn’t care.

Your dad walked over to you and went to put a hand on your shoulder. Grabbing his hand quickly before he could touch you.

“Don’t touch me! Get off of me now!” You punched, screamed, and kicked just wanting the feeling of Dyllan and Justin off of you.

You were strong but Spencer didn’t mind getting punched in the face by you. Of course he knew the ins and out of trauma and ptsd. Not just his extensive knowledge but his own past.

“Y/n it’s me. Your dad I promise I won’t hurt. You’re at the BAu and you’re safe sweetie, your dads here.” He said softly being you back to reality. That’s when you broke In his arms.

It’s only been a few weeks since you were assaulted and you had been by yourself the entire time. Emily, JJ, and Morgan were all surrounding you hearts also broken.

“He raped me daddy” you cried into his shoulder

“Him and Justin raped me at the end of practice, I’m so sorry for not telling you.” you broke even more you needed your dad you would just never admit it.

“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t have to tell me if you couldn’t.” He said squeezing his daughter tighter. After that you both got up and headed home.

You quickly went to go shower the day off as your dad prepared your favorite dinner.

Spencer was nothing but heartbroken, he hated that this happened to you. Worse of all he couldn’t take away your pain. After your shower you quickly got dressed and headed to the kitchen.

You came out in a hoodie and sweats as you seen your dad pulling the pizza out the oven.

“Oh hey, I made your favorite.” He said turning to you with a smile. You not responding back, now that he knew you felt icky. Grabbing plates and drinks he brought it over to the counter and you both started to eat. The room was almost silent.

“Don’t look at me any differently please” you finally spit it out. You didn’t want to be looked at as a victim or someone you needed to wear kid gloves with.

“You are y/n and you always have been. You’re my daughter and I will never ever see you any differently.” He looked up from his plate with quickness reassuring her.

“Can I hug you?” He asked, you quickly got up and embraced your dad,

“I’ve got you always bug.” Hugging you even tighter, it finally felt like you could get through this.

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Doudou (part 2)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 (Charles’s ending)

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader / Lando Norris x reader

Theme : Angst / fluff

I couldn’t choose so I’m gonna make you guys miserable too. Second part is very connected to the 1st one so please give that a read first so you can understand this one better. I covered and explained more about her relationship with Charles’s from his side that were left hanging in the first part. Read until the end, I left a note down there where I pointed out small details that you might have missed! Happy reading! p/s: I read all the comments and reblogs and I really appreciate every single one of you I’m so so glad you guys liked the 1st one <3 thank youu! Sorry if you are not a fan of long fics I got carried away ;;

You never mentioned or uploaded anything that were ties with Charles. You were not a public figure, you weren’t even famous. You were just someone who got the public attention because your first love happened to be a Formula 1 driver. Whatever happened in private, should remain as it was. So, you just continued with your life, in fact, you did it so perfect that to the public, it seemed like the broke up didn’t stain any sides.

Your friendship with other drivers didn’t budged even after what had happened. You were friends with some of them since you guys were kids because you used to attend FiA Karting Wold Cup for Charles. One of the drivers that had been with you since the beginning was Lando. He didn’t live in Monaco back then so he was just a familiar face to you and an occasional “Hi, Lando!” and “Bye, Lando. See you next time!” but you always found yourself in a long conversation whenever you met him, there was always things to talk about.

When Charles came into the paddock with someone else, Lando was the first person to call you. It was obvious then that Charles didn’t tell anyone else about what happened because if he did, Lando would have called you sooner.

“Lando? Hi!”

Lando was hanging around the Mclaren’s hospitality lounge area when he hit the call button and it was at the exact moment he saw Charles and his new girl walked past his building. What were the odds of that happened. Judging the way you greeted him, he would have had no idea something happened between you and Charles if he didn’t saw the event earlier but he knew you very well to know despite the jolly tone, you kept a lot of unspoken words.

“Y/N, hey. I—uhm..” fuck, he was going to ask about about Charles but you sounded so ebullient he didn’t have the heart to ask.

But he wasn’t prepared for any topics either.

“Lando..?

“I—just wanted to talk about what happened in practice session yesterday.” He crunched up his face in discomfort. That was embarrassing.

“Oh, sure! What happened?”

You shared more texts and phone calls with Lando after the sudden, random one where he talked about the car’s break and throttle. He ended up telling you about Charles’s new girl and you told him what happened, but it was just a brief and short one. You didn’t want to make Charles looked bad to anyone else. What he did to you didn’t make him a bad friend to Lando.

So you knew he had a new girl, even before the Japan Grand Prix. Part of you was actually hoping to see him with his new girl when you attended the grand prix just so you could see the smile that you always received for like a quarter of your life. At least you could see the way the wrinkles around his eyes became more visible as the ends of his lips curved and the loop sided dimples even if it wasn’t meant for you.

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“That tickles.” Charles chortled and leaned his face away.

“No, stay still.” You furrowed your brows as you scooted closer to carry on tracing his dimples. “You are so pretty.”

Charles hummed in response and brought one hand to cup on your cheeks. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” He had always loved when you laid down on him whenever he took a spot on the couch. He loved analysing your facial features up closed, the way your eyes seemed twinkled as the light reflected on them. Made him wonder why kind of good deeds he did in his past to be gifted a chance to be with you.

“Yeah, my boyfriend always makes sure I never forget that.” You giggled in response and poked on his dimple that you had been tracing.

“Your boyfriend is one lucky man, isn’t he?” He moved his hand from cupping your cheek to pulling your hand away from his face to leave a peck on your palm. “Now stop playing with my dimples and let me adore my beloved girlfriend.”

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kymillman Y/N spotted today not as someone’s childhood sweetheart, not as Ferrari’s VIP but as Mclaren’s! Love to see you back in the paddock, ynusername!

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Lando has invited you to attend this week’s race in Abu Dhabi, the last race of the season. You were on a break and a visit to the paddock wouldn’t hurt anyone.

You didn’t worry about Charles because he had been ignoring your existence for like half a year so he obviously would continue doing so. The paddock was not small at that, you wouldn’t even bumped into him even if you wished for it.

So you didn’t know he had arrived alone in the paddock. No girl in sight.

But he saw you. You looked amazing, you always did but he hadn’t seen your face for so long, the face he had always admired up-close. He had asked a help from one of his team to pass you a packet of Maltesers and sparkling maple water from one specific brand that he had always brought for you because you liked munching on something. He could have done it himself if he wasn’t too busy catching interview after interview as this was the last race before the season ended. Not that he had prepared it beforehand because he didn’t even knew you were coming to the race. But he had always kept those two items with him. Not that he wished he would bumped into you anywhere else, though a part of him might wished for it, but it was because over the years of being with you, he himself had subconsciously grew to like those two things. Maltesers and sparkling maple water from a brand called Drink Simple, a brand that no one knew about.

You took the snack and the beverage from the Ferrari guy. The Ferrari uniform kinda gave it away so you knew it was from him but you still took it, because you could never so no to Maltesers and your favourite beverage from the one brand no one knew about, except Charles.

“I’ll get going first. My flight is like in 6 hours.” Soon as the race ended, you had walked up to Lando and gave him a hug before rushing back to your hotel to catch your flight home to Monaco. Tomorrow would be your best friend’s birthday and you could never, ever miss it.

“Alright, Y/N. Take care! I’ll see you soon.” Lando hugged you back and brushed his lips against your temple before rushing his way back to catch up with the interviews.

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“Lando.”

“Charles. What’s up?” Lando gave the lad a nod of acknowledgement and went back tying his shoelaces.

“Have you seen dou—“

“Y/N?” Lando stood up to look at his mate. He wasn’t gonna pull up a fight. He wasn’t gonna act like there was anything different between them after everything you told him. He held himself because he knew you would be sad if he did follow his heart that was full with rage.

“Yeah. Y/N. Have you seen her? Can I talk to her?”

“Mate, she went home. You won’t find her here.”

“Right. It must be for her friend’s birthday. I’ll get going. Thank you.” Charles was about to walked away when Lando called him out.

“Charles,”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think you should talk to her. Not right now. She seems to be slowly finding herself back. If you really want to talk, you should have done that months ago when she was in your way.”

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Charles had lost himself nearly the end of last year’s season. He went from chasing the World Driver Championship to fighting to be in the top 10. When he got to winter break, he pulled himself away from you, from your comfort because he kept so many problems, so many worries in his head it became a mess. When he had you in his arms, when you asked him about his day, his concerns, his feelings, he didn’t know where to start. He didn’t want to load everything on you because you had your own problems. He didn’t know why. You had always been his home, his home that he had always felt safe but his insecurity won over him. He thought he did the right thing so he bursted when you questioned his act, making it seemed as if none of his effort actually worked to fight for the relationship.

But he didn’t meant anything he said to you that night. He walked out because he heard you start sobbing when you ran into the room and he couldn’t stop beating himself. He never made you cry before. He failed at being a driver his late father wished him to be and now he failed at being your boyfriend.

But he was a coward so he walked out, he walked out of the apartment because he couldn’t believe what he just said to you, a blessing in his life. He was a coward because he couldn’t bring himself to contact you for months because every time he clicked on your contact number, he would be reminded of your cries and felt like he didn’t deserve to be in your life again.

Charles still wanted to talk to you even after what Lando had told him. He went to your apartment, you weren’t there. He called you but you have changed your phone number. He sent you a message on Instagram only to find out you had blocked him.

Luck seemed to be on his side when he had bumped into you weeks after all of his attempts. He saw you sitting on bench nearby the yatch club in your gym set, you surely had just finished your workout session like you always did every week but he couldn’t find you sooner because you booked sessions with a new fitness instructor.

“Doudou.”

“Charles?”

You didn’t feel uncomfortable, you knew your heart was calling out for him but you weren’t prepared to meet him after your workout session, when you were literally in sweat.

And you weren’t prepared to hear what he said. The answer to the question that you had asked him that night.

“I thought what I did was saving us but it ruined everything. It wasn’t my intention to threw you, threw us away but I felt so, so fucking stupid, so helpless. You were never a burden to me. I didn’t mean any words I said that night.” He didn’t look at you, he couldn’t look at you because he was too embarrassed and your Charles would always looked into your eyes whenever he could because

he loved how they seemed to be twinkled whenever they hit the ray of light

So you knew he was still beating himself for it.

“And the girl?”

“She was apart of my friend’s group. I knew her weeks after what happened between us. We didn’t date, she wasn’t anyone to me and she knew it too. We didn’t do anything, we didn’t even hold hands. I knew deep down she wished we had something more but I couldn’t bring myself to love anyone else other than you. I knew from the moment I was capable of loving someone, it would be you and it will always be you, doudou.”

“All it took for you that night was to tell me you were afraid, that you just wanted me to hold you and I would, Charles. In an instant. Instead, you walked away and you shoved me out of your life like I meant nothing to you, like all those acts and words over the years were all lies. Did you know how long I waited for you to come back after you stormed out that night? I stayed in the living room, all alone in the dark hoping for any sound of footsteps to be the sound of my boyfriend, for him to walk right through the door, to tell me he was sorry but you didn’t come back. I felt like our friendship, our relationship didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me. Was I…not worth the risk, Charles?” You didn’t let out a wail or a sob, you were just crying silently, your gym tights around the thighs started having spotted wet stains from your tears but you didn’t cry as much as you did when you waited for him in the dark that night.

Charles didn’t reply. He was quite. He knew you deserved more but he was done being a coward and needed to be selfish for once. “I’m sorry for the way I hurt you. Sorry for everything I did that led us to this point. And I get it, you know, if you hate me. But I need to tell you, I want you to know that even when I was completely fucked up, I never once stopped loving you. I didn’t called or texted you after that night because I never wanted to be the person that brought any more pain into your life. All I ever wanted to do was love you. I stared at your pictures, rewatched our silly videos before I slept every night because I couldn’t fall asleep without admiring you in my arms.”

You didn’t reply and Charles didn’t say anything. He looked so miserable but you bet you looked no different. And then he you heard him said,

“Can you…give me another chance to fix us? Please.”

“I can’t take you back and pretend as if nothing happened because it still hurts, Charles. I was told I was a burden to someone I have loved with all my life. I—please give me some time.“ Tears fell again, so you spinned away, pressing your fingers against your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You tried to hold yourself though a part of you wanted to reach out to him. Then you felt him pulling you into his arms, his chin tucked on your head like a perfect piece as it always had been.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I hurt you. It’s my fault and there’s no excuses that would validate any of my acts or words. Please lean on me. Let me hold you when you needed to be held this time.”

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You and Charles went back on talking term. You had unblocked him on Instagram, he didn’t text or call you everyday because you had told him you needed space and he respected that. Part of you was happy that you got your Charles back. Guess you just had to wait and see how the future held for both of you.

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Lando came to your apartment a few days after you had a talk with Charles. He had asked you for a night out but your social battery was too drain to go anywhere so he came over with pizzas and diet coke. You prefered regular coke but diet coke will do.

“Hey, what’s that?” Lando pointed out the product you had in your hand along with a weird looking spatula. You thought he would be here in an hour so you were going to put on your face mask first. Not sure if he came too early or you took a long time in the shower but regardless, you didn’t have enough time to put it on.

“Ah, this? I was going to put on a face mask before you came..”

“Let’s put it on then! My face could use some treatment. Can you put it on me?”

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Giggles and laughters could be heard not from the living room with the boxes of pizzas, it came from the bathroom. Lando had a hard time staying still because the face mask was so cold, he couldn’t understand how something that came out from the tube could be this cold to skin as if you had froze it.

“Lando, stay still you gonna get it in your eyes!” You slapped on his arm that had caged you around your legs as you sat on the table top.

“My eyes could do some treatment too they have been really dry.” He laughed.

He insisted on putting it on you back even when you told him that you could put it on yourself so you tied up your hair in a ponytail, a few stands of loose hair drooped around your face. “Okay, now you can put it on. Just don’t get it on my hair, okay. I literally just washed it. Lando…?”

He blinked, too dazed that he felt like he got the wind knocked out of him. You are heavenly and divinely breathtaking.

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes looked like it twinkled?”

“Your eyes are twinkling, doudou.”

You were taken aback and gave a small nod in retun. “Yeah, I think I have heard that before.”

“You have such a mesmerising eyes, Y/N.” Lando never had a chance to look at you this close, he had never seen the freckles around your nose, never knew you had a small spot under your eyes. Beautiful.

But he had seen a picture of you on your boyfriend’s— ex-boyfriend’s wallpaper from an angle that he knew was taken from when you were laying on his chest, where it seemed like you were asleep as you had your eyes closed. Charles had that picture of yours on his wallpaper for the longest time ever and he saw it couple of times when they hung out together, when a notification popped up and his phone lighted up. Charles always had a chance to look at your beautiful face up-close.

Charles you lucky bastard.

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landoprivate an angel put a face mask on me. it was cold I don’t think I liked it but I would do it all over again if that is what it takes for me to stare at her face up close again

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Your night with Lando was a quite one. You don’t share words that much, just an occasional questions and arguments about the movie.

“How could he do that? Like, try pull my hair.” He pulled the hood of his hoodie off and moved his body forward to allow you to pull on his soft curly hair.

“See? My arms didn’t moved like Linguini’s. They should have came up with something more…logical…for an animation.”

Or something like

“You know, Lando. Ratatouille looks really good until you find out it was just slices of vegetables.”

“That was like a scam, wasn’t it? I would feel so betrayed if my mom gave me that without telling me what it actually was.”

“But it’s good!”

“It’s veggies, Y/N.”

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The movie ended and there will still a box of pizza left unopened. Lando had bought different kind of toppings for the pizzas but none of them were your favourite kind but you still ate them, it wasn’t like you were a picky eater. The pizzas were good but you could have eaten more if it was your favourite one.

“Lando, I’m sorry if I ruined your night. You could be having lots of fun dancing in the club, having proper conversations with people instead of spending your Friday night wearing face mask, watching a movie about a rat and we only talked about silly stuffs.” You felt these kind of things would be uneventful to him, because you always did this with Charles, and you felt like Lando was forcing himself to do what you wanted because you said so.

“I never felt like I’m wasting my time with you, Y/N. None of the phone calls we had where we talked about silly stuffs ever made me feel like I’m wasting my time ever. We could sit in silence for hours and it would still feel so full, so good and so necessary. I’m thankful for you.”

Would you go back to the guy who knew you more than you knew yourself, a guy who had been there with you through different stages of your life, a guy that was there with you from when you were naive, a guy that taught you love that was full of dreams and hopes.

Or would you give a chance to the guy that was still learning about your favourite food, your favourite color, a guy that will teach you a mature love, a guy that you knew would have the power to break your heart if you choose to trust him.

Small details you might have missed! ;Charles knew the reader had to rush home because it was her friend’s birthday. Reader didn’t tell Lando about it but Charles knew. ;Charles could have find reader sooner if she sticked to her old routine because he knew her too well ;Lando didn’t know reader preferred regular coke, he didn’t know her favourite pizza topping but he knew her eyes would occasionally twinkled under the ray of light, just like Charles knew.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc imagine #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #lando norris imagine

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let-them-read-fics · 1 year

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Midnight Mercy

Pairing: Gahyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Somnophilia, Slight Degradation

Word Count: 2,607

Summary: The term "wet dream" takes on a whole new meaning in the middle of the night, nestled between the sheets of your bed.

Gahyeon needs your help in finishing what she unconsciously started.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m sorry for not uploading sooner; life just got in the way a bit. Buuuuut, I’m back now, and I’ve got a few writings already finished that I just have to edit and post for all of you to enjoy :) I hope you like this piece <3 Handong’s story will be posted soon, also, so keep an eye out for that!

◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚

“Y/N,” a sleepy mumble came from behind you, paired with a bit of shuffling beneath the sheets.

“I’m here, Gah,” you responded, equally as tired and fully aware that she was away in dreamland somewhere and incapable of actually hearing you.

“Y/N/N,” she spoke again, this time a little louder – a little more forceful.

You rolled over, intertwining your legs with hers and laying an arm across her midriff to offer her some reassurance. Perhaps she’d feel it and fall back into a restful slumber again.

“Shhh,” you soothed, the noise slightly altered from the way your cheek pressed against your pillow.

When your fingertips lightly stroked her side in a gentle, mindless pattern, she seemed to relax and settle down. Whatever was bothering her stopped, and you lazily smiled, falling back into the rhythm of sleep right behind her.

- 20 Minutes Later -

Unconscious, unintentional stimulation. That’s all Gahyeon’s mind cared about as it prompted her body to continue the slow grind that it had begun a few minutes prior, aiming to relieve the pressure that plagued her core.

Her hips wound in sensual circles and strokes, causing her clit to rub just right against something firm and warm that just so happened to be nearby.

Only when the rocking became more forceful did she begin to wake up, and only then did she realize what she had been doing. Her pulse was quicker than normal, pumping harder in her chest, and her breathing was faster, too.

Aided by what light the moon had to offer, she peeked down at where your bodies were joined. The covers had fallen – or been pushed – away, exposing both of you to the night air.

Both of her legs were wrapped around one of yours, and as she moved to reposition them, her mouth fell open instead.

A large wet spot glistened on your thigh, darkening the leg of your grey sweatpants in a way that both embarrassed Gahyeon and aroused her.

Though she hadn’t meant to, she had nearly gotten herself off on you.

Her eyes tracked up to your face, where she found blissful ignorance etched into your features.

You were laid out on your back, breathing softly. The neckline of your tank top had ridden lower than it was meant to, due to your drowsy tossing and turning from before. She couldn't help but focus her attention there, admiring the way that your nipples were peaked beneath the thin material, just out of view.

She bit her lip, needing to busy her mouth.

The waistband of your sweats had long ago fallen below its proper place as well; your hip bones peeked out above it, and it was all her fault. Her grinding had slowly worked your pants down, pulling them little by little.

Crimson blush crept up the back of her neck, working up to her cheeks the longer she admired you.

Did you have any idea how beautiful you were?

While thousands of people threw themselves at her on the daily, all vying for any miniscule amount of attention she'd pay to them, here she was giving every bit of it to you – wholly and undivided.

She was simply a pawn in your unconscious game. And yet, for a fate that sounded so taxing, she lived for it.

Her bout of adoration was interrupted as you shifted, sensing some sort of change despite still being asleep.

Ignorant to the situation at hand, you scooted closer, returning your body to its previous position next to hers as you unconsciously sought out the warmth that she provided so well.

Your arm wrapped around her abdomen as you pulled her in, and your leg shifted back between her thighs; the motion of your readjustments reached her clit, sending a wave of pleasure washing over her again.

It reminded her of just how sensitive she was. How close.

Your cheek pressed to her chest, nuzzling there comfortably.

“Y-Y/N, baby,” she addressed, though her voice betrayed her. What she intended to sound firm was anything but; it classified more so as a broken moan than anything else.

“Mmm,” you hummed, still blissfully unaware of what was happening. Sleep played on the edge of your mind, cradling you there.

She gave into the selfish urge to grind again, just a little. No harm, no foul… right?

Her head pressed back into the pillow when your lips brushed against her breast, settling dangerously close to her nipple. Your breath fanned out across her exposed skin, exploiting how sensitive it was; her thin crop top was practically useless as a barrier. If anything, it only heightened what she was feeling.

It was almost too much to handle; her head spun, dizzied by everything that came along with having you so close.

“Y/N, wake up,” she tried again, voice still airy.

You muttered a low protest and drew her closer, not listening.

“You feel so good,” you complimented through a sleepy, blissful sigh, your lips ghosting across her skin with the words. Your hand skimmed down further, meeting the curve of her side, before coming to rest above the line of her thong.

The pulse between her thighs grew stronger with everything you did. Shame pervaded her mind at the idea of using you like this to get off, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted it. Wanted to take advantage of such a perfect opportunity – of you, and your flawless body. It made her feel dirty, but turned on all the same.

“Gah,” you uttered, beginning to wake up and break through the haze of sleep. “What’s wrong?” She was tense in your arms, and doing everything she could to keep some distance between you.

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the dark before propping up on your elbow to look at her.

With her head turned away, you couldn’t see the helpless way her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, or the furrow of her brows as she focused hard on refraining from riding your thigh.

Your grip on her waist tightened as you shifted close enough to peek at her face; the subtle move made her moan, and it was then that you began to piece things together. You glanced down between your bodies, finding her two thighs trapping one of yours in precious need. A gentle smile showed on your face, full of curious wonder.

She was absolutely ruinous.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner, baby?”

“I tried,” she said. “You were out like a light.”

Two half-truths that conveniently enabled her to forego explaining her deeper desires. Admitting just how much she had enjoyed the thrill of using you in your altered state wasn’t an option in her mind.

The slight undertone of annoyance in the unsteady waves of her voice made your smile deepen. She really must have been suffering.

“Use me now, then,” you resolved simply. “Finish what you started.”

She turned her face to look at you – finally – allowing you to see her rosy cheeks and the want in her eyes. Her hair was mussed, a bit disheveled as it splayed across the pillow in multiple directions. Still, she was breathtaking.

“Y-you don’t mind?” She asked smally.

You let out a little laugh at that. “Of course not. Why would I?”

“I didn’t know if you’d be in the mood. Since you’ve been so busy lately, I didn’t want to bother–

“Gahyeon, look at me,” you interrupted her rambling, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. “I will always be in the mood for you, okay?” You raised your brows expectantly.

She nodded, taking your words of reassurance to heart.

“Making you feel good makes me feel good. So come here,” you coaxed, settling back against the pillows behind you. “...I want to watch you ride me.”

Her heart skipped a beat, both in part from your sweetness and also from your request. She wasn’t often plagued by shyness, but you had the mysterious ability of bringing it out in her at times like this.

A timid smile reached her lips as she rolled over, obediently moving to straddle you. Her wet shorts made contact with your exposed stomach, making you draw in a breath. She laid down atop you, aligning her body with yours; she was practically humming with need.

“You’re so good to me,” she praised, musing gratefully.

You smiled as her lips grazed your cheek, pressing a few soft kisses to it before she buried her face in the safety of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, letting her settle comfortably between them and find her confidence again.

Her hips began to move in small strokes, still reserved, like she was testing the waters. Your hands gained purchase on the small of her back, guiding her to move freely and release her inhibitions.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”

The reassurance in your sweet voice successfully spurred her on, and she began to own her desire, slowly but surely.

In time with her grinding, her pillowy lips drug across your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses in their wake.

She gave into the urge to mark you when you moaned her name under your breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

“Is this what you wanted to do while I was asleep?” You asked, tilting your head to the side to give her better ease of access. “Too much of a slut to be patient… Just wanted to use me to get off, huh?”

She nodded, humping faster. The degradation in your tone made her clit throb harder than before, and the humiliation of being found out made her heart pound.

She should’ve known you’d put the pieces together eventually.

“Didn’t wanna wait…” she mumbled between kisses, fessing up, “...felt too good to stop.”

She allowed her hands to wander over your body, ghosting her nails across your skin just enough to leave goosebumps as she trailed them towards your chest. She kneaded one of your breasts through your tank top, groping it like she’d been dying to ever since waking up.

You whimpered, and the sound of it made her hips jerk and stutter briefly.

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” she cursed under her breath. Her shorts rubbed against your stomach and pelvis, spreading her slick everywhere, making a mess on you. The heady scent of her arousal filled the space between you, igniting something within you with every inhale you drew in.

In one motion, she pulled your top down, fully exposing your chest to her eager eyes. The thin straps of it fell down your arms, hanging loosely.

Under her heavy gaze, it was your turn to be shy; she sat up to take in the full sight of you, still straddling your waist.

Her hands splayed across your stomach as she continued to grind, reveling in the friction that her clit received. The force of her thrusts moved you as well, causing your breasts to bounce.

The image of you like that only made her wetter, and she made it a point to etch it into her mind to remember later.

Your fingertips skated to the edge of her shirt, which you promptly pulled off of her and tossed elsewhere into the surrounding darkness.

You sat up and kissed her exposed skin, encouraged by her poorly-suppressed sounds of pleasure.

She was a work of art, and as you nipped and licked everywhere your mouth could reach, you attempted to paint a hundred different odes to her. Little tributes, all reminders of your devotion to her that she could discover later. Every mark was a splash of color, growing a deeper shade as you fell even more in love.

With your bodies intertwined and her writhing insatiably within your arms, you felt invigorated.

Your lips enveloped her nipple as you took it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened peak. She melted into you at the feeling, pushing herself closer and closer to give you as much access as possible.

On their own accord, your hips began to wind.

Your own clit throbbed, having been completely ignored the entire time. But now it brushed against the bunched up crotch of your sweatpants as you moved, attaining a taste of relief.

Erratically, Gahyeon’s muscles jumped against you. You could feel her impending orgasm beginning to take over; her moans grew louder, and her movements less controlled.

They were stuttered and messy, even causing the headboard to collide with the wall a few times. But you couldn't have cared less; you simply smiled triumphantly and met her with the same level of intensity, encouraging her to chase after her high and use you however she needed to.

"Y/N/N, baby" she warned, voice whiny and strained with effort, "I'm gonna…"

You released her nipple with a wet pop and brought a hand up to the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She submitted immediately and gave you control, welcoming your tongue into her mouth as she teetered on the edge.

You threaded your fingers into her hair, tightening your grip without warning. The sensation – paired with one final, perfectly timed grind – sent her over the edge.

A slew of whiny moans came out of her, high pitched and breathless. Stars erupted behind her eyelids, and her mind raced with thoughts of you. She held tightly to them, hanging onto the glorious feeling for as long as possible, never wanting it to end.

As you coaxed her through the aftershocks, she suckled on your lower lip, languidly riding out every last one of them. She jerked a few times, clinging to you like her life depended on it.

She was especially sensitive when you reached into her shorts and circled her swollen clit with your thumb.

"How about another, baby? Since you did so well for me." You offered against her lips, enjoying the way she trembled.

Her resulting, sheepish nod inspired a smile to form on your face.

“Oh and, for the record,” you added, brushing the tip of your nose against hers, “you can do whatever you want with me, anytime; even if I’m sleeping. I don’t mind.”

You felt the way that she clenched at that, her walls responding to the mere future promise of it alone, and your grin only deepened.

She shook like a leaf as you moved even closer, allowing your lips to hover next to her ear.

“I know you want to, jagi. It's cute."

An embarrassed groan left her, but you were only encouraged by it.

"Maybe I should pretend," you teased, shutting your eyes as you laid back down onto the pillows. "This better?"

When you let out a fake snore, she whined in protest and smacked your shoulder.

"Yah! Cut it out!"

You chuckled and pulled her down, pressing a kiss to her cheek to smooth things over again and win her back. Your fingertips swirled across her clit again, like an unspoken apology to ease her anger.

Despite the pouting she was doing, she leant in to kiss you anyway.

It didn't take long for her to melt into it, either – giving herself up to you again like the good girl she was.

Moonlight fell across her features, highlighting all of the ways they scrunched together in pleasure when you quickened your movements in her shorts. You eased two fingers into her and curled them, inspiring a loud moan to slip out of her mouth.

With a smirk, you accepted what fate had in store:

Neither one of you would be getting any more sleep tonight.

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snapscube · 1 year

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this isn't meant to be a "Hurry up and post it already!" ask so i'm sorry if it comes off that way, i'm asking this genuinely: is there a reason it usually takes you a couple days to upload dragon quest streams on your snapcube 2 youtube channel? i don't use twitch but i've been keeping up with your DQ streams and loving it, and i noticed that you uploaded your reaction to the direct yesterday today but not the wednesday DQ stream :O again this isn't supposed to be an ask trying to rush you, i'm asking out of honest curiosity. does it take longer to render and upload or smth?? :O

It depends! Sometimes I upload it a lot quicker but usually the reason I get a little slow with Wednesday to Thursday uploads is because after streaming two days in a row I like to take Thursdays a little easy. If I uploaded the Wednesday VOD immediately after streaming it, then I'll just post on Thursday morning no prob since that doesn't take any effort at all. But usually on Wednesdays a lot of my upload bandwidth is used getting footage up on Ellie and I's shared Google Drive so she can edit videos for the main channel, and then streaming as well, so if I upload VODs on Wednesday night it's gonna be well past midnight, assuming I even stopped streaming early enough to render before uploading which takes a lot of time in and of itself haha. Ever since moving apartments last year my upload speeds have been TANKED since I was forced to switch my internet provider from AT&T Fiber to Spectrum, which has been such a huge downgrade I can't even fully express it, so I really have to go easy on how much footage I'm uploading at a time. Sometimes if a VOD is particularly time sensitive I'll push for it to go up sooner though. The Direct reactions and Prime remaster impressions are gonna do a lot better if they have that recency/hot topic hype factor going into them, so I got up early today and pretty much IMMEDIATELY got to work getting those up as soon as I could, even going so far as to nerf the quality of the Direct reactions back down to 1080p (as opposed to my usual 1440p) so it would be up faster haha. It really just depends on priority as well as like, how my sleep schedule and general workload is at any given time. Hope this helps give you SOME idea of why it might take longer though!

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Hi dear, is it ok to request for milk tea and/or pomegranate tea for the 1st gen? Well any of them of your choosing hehe. Hope you have a nice day!

hii I wrote milk tea for a few of them and I'll likely try to follow up with pom tea for another set of characters! I didn't have the patience to finish the other prompt before uploading this, so I hope y'all enjoy while I work on the rest ♡ I work full time now (finally) and it's also very screen-time heavy so I only have so much eye energy now for my silly fandom thoughts orz

୨୧ ⁺˳₊ milk tea; what are their kisses like? ✧ characters: G, Alaude, Knuckle warnings: established relationships in the quote blurbs; kisses :3

♡ G’s kisses fall on either extremes of a spectrum. You either expect a quick, soft, cute lil peck on the lips, forehead, or back of the hand, or the most heated openmouthed kisses full of tongues and teeth, cradling the back of their neck and littering bites down onto their shoulders.

You check your watch again, slinging your work bag over your shoulder as you step out to the gates in front of the building. He should be here any minute now.. a smile dances on your features as you watch the sleek black sedan pull up. You approach the vehicle fairly quickly, ducking down to see him reach over the middle console to crack the door open for you, knowing that he wouldn’t be fast enough to round the front of the car to fully get the door. He watches as you settle into the passenger seat, before rolling his eyes. “Impatient as ever,” he extends a single hand out, open and inviting. “You’re one to speak..” you mumble back, holding back a laugh as you place your hand in his. His hands are extremely warm, and he doesn’t have a witty remark for you as he lifts your hand and presses a soft kiss to the back of it. He shrugs and shakes his head, “you would know, my dear,” he adjusts your hand onto the stick in the middle, interlacing his fingers with yours as he shifts to drive, and almost immediately gets to the highest gear. You feel yourself press against the back of the chair, and you furrow your brow. “What are you in such a rush for?” “To get home sooner..” his eyes remain on the road, expression unchanged as he squeezes your hand affectionately, “..so I can kiss you some more.” And you know exactly what he meant by some more.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ✧

♡ Alaude doesn’t prefer to kiss his partners, he isn’t super keen on casual displays of affection, but finds other ways to demonstrate his dedication to them. He makes time for them, is huge on quality time and being near them, and is fairly verbally affectionate. He’s blunt and always means exactly what he says (though I must note that he doesn’t say much).

You’re rushing out of the house, your shoes click clacking as you lock up hastily, and you hear your partner coming up the driveway. “I’ll be right there--!” The door opens. You fiddle with the keys. “Sorry- give me a sec-OH!” you lock the door, and turn and find yourself face-to-face with Alaude. He eyes you up and down silently. A nervous smile creeps onto your face as you watch his pale eyes scan over your outfit. He tilts your chin up for your lips to meet his as he leans in for a rare kiss. You blink in surprise when he pulls back. “What was that for..?” “You like it when I kiss you, right? You look.. beautiful. Let’s go,” he leaves you no time to react as he turns swiftly and walks back to the car, expecting you to follow.

୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ✧

♡ Knuckle is so soft and sweet aaa his favourite displays of affection include cradling his love’s face, pressing their foreheads together, and the soft brushing of the tip of his nose against theirs, always ever so smiley and warm in their presence. He’s very formal and despite not being super physically affectionate, his gaze is so full of love whenever it falls on his partner.

You lean on the shoulder of your dear partner as the setting sun illuminated just the topography of his handsome face. “Long day..?” “As long as they usually are,” he smiles warmly down at you, and you feel him brush a cheek against the top of your head. “You seem bothered..” he mumbles, a hand reaches to caress your jaw, and your eyes meet his honey eyes. They look brilliant in the sunset. “About what?” you blink at him, pupils clearly dilated when he looks straight at you. He shrugs, “you tell me what bothers you,” his eyes close peacefully as he presses his forehead to yours. “I’m no mind reader..” Your thoughts race, but you're comforted by his gentle touch. He is no mind reader, but he might as well be, he knows just how to give you space to open your heart to him, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

does anyone even care about alaude and knuckle bc my 1st gen reqs are heavily giotto and g focused... they're my boysss I love them they're just ryohiba but dead

#hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #khr #g x reader #g khr #khr knuckle #knuckle x reader #alaude x reader #alaude

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kinnporschebigbang · 10 months

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moonysfavoritetoast · 2 months

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I honestly don’t really understand kosa could u explain it please (u don’t have to if u don’t want to)

fuck i meant to answer this sooner sorry

it’s the kids online safety act

except when it passes, you will be required to upload your gov. issued ID to any social media to use it

and they can remove whatever they deem inappropriate to children

so lgbtq+ resources and safe spaces, mental health info, sexual and reproductive health info, information on abuse, fandom spaces, etc

(i’m probably wrong somewhere in there, i’m tired)

if it does pass senate tomorrow (monday february 26) it will still have to go through the house of representatives which is currently a mess. so it won’t take effect immediately.

even if you don’t live in the US, it will affect you.

#evan gets an ask *gasp*#stop kosa

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trsrina · 1 year

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SKINCARE THIEF Enhypen Sunoo

y/n innocently uploads a skincare routine on her group’s youtube channel only for her to wake up the next morning trending on twitter with the title of ‘skincare thief’ along with enhypen’s sunoo. fans noticed that y/n skincare routine was oddly similar to sunoo’s, leading to fans attacking her and sunoo’s childish one-sided beef with her.

10 | vending machine

“chaeyeon unnie, please. i’m so sorry,” you plead to your beloved leader as she slowly approaches you with an evil grin on her face. “oh y/n, you are so dead,” uncontrollable giggles soon erupted from you, chaeyeon’s tickles making you squirm.

“guys, let’s hurry, practice is about to start,” yurina called you two, chaeyeon’s leader mode immediately returning as she stopped tickling you and regained her composure, acting like nothing happened and being professional again.

when you walked through the doors of the spacious practice room, all members of enhypen and the choreographers have already arrived. you and your members awkwardly bowed to them with chaeyeon in the lead and enhypen doing the same.

the atmosphere was tense to say the least but you being the extrovert you are, decided to take the initiative to break the ice. “so, you guys are going on tour?” catching the attention of the others, your members gave you panicked glances, not expecting you to be so bold and speak up.

“yeah. i heard your newest release. it was really good. the song is catchy and i even learned the choreography,” jungwon, who you assumed who was the leader for his professionalism and confidence, replied to you with a smile on his face.

your eyes scanning through the unfamiliar members of enhypen, you met eyes with a familiar face. you couldn’t quite put your finger on it as to where you’ve seen him before, his sparkly sharp fox-like eyes gave you deja vu as you gazed into them.

realisation soon hit you as you recognised him as kim sunoo, the one whose fans accused you of copying his skincare routine.

however, those same eyes returned the gaze back but with a different approach. his icy gaze somehow managed to send a shiver down your spine, “what’s with him?” you thought to yourself as the stranger (not really) glared at you as if he had a vendetta against you.

practice continued on with the same uncomfortable atmosphere as no one dared to even try to spike up conversation, especially with you and sunoo exchanging glares.

it was finally break time after your nonstop hours of training to the tiring choreography. you chugged down your water as if it was an oasis in the middle of a desert and sooner than you know it, your bottle of water was empty.

you sigh in distress as you get up from the floor you were sitting on to buy another bottle from the vending machine.your footsteps halted when you noticed the same boy who was glaring at you with fury in his eyes during practice.

you preparing to turn on your heels before the devil himself turned back to face you, his narrowed gaze bored into your tired ones, stopping you in your feet.

“what?” sunoo asked with an annoyed tone, rolling his eyes at your presence. “nothing, sorry to bother you,” before you could leave, it was like you were hit with a whiplash as an impulsive idea of yours entered your mind, you turning back to face him again, catching sunoo’s attention.

“why do you keep glaring at me?” you asked, immediately feeing regret wash all over you, wanting to dig a hole in the floor and crawl into it. “what do you mean?” sunoo scoffed, as if taken aback by your bold question. “what do you have against me? if you dislike me because of that ‘scandal’ then that’s very hypocritical of you. i’ve already posted my apology that honestly, i didn’t mean at all. is it that hard for you push things in the past? i never meant to copy your skincare routine and we both know it was all very stupid,” you blurted out.

your outburst seemed to have made sunoo speechless, him only responding by walking towards you with big strides, making you take small steps back. sunoo extended his arm to you, handing you a bottle of water and you replying with the tilt of your head due to your confusion.

“i’m sorry if i made you misunderstand. look, I don’t hate you nor dislike you at all. i did make a few sarcastic jokes about me and you being enemies but other than that, i have nothing against you. my resting face just looks mean and i wasn’t glaring at you. i also apologise for what my so-called fans has said. i hope we can put this aside,” y/n’s eyes were wide open, not expecting him to give such a ‘proper’ apology and immediately feeling a sense a guilt for judging him that quick.

y/n hesitated for a while before speaking up, “i’m sorry too. you know, for judging you too quick, kinda ironic how i’m literally an idol and knows what it’s like being judged,” y/n scratched her neck awkwardly before stopping herself from talking further and rambling on, “sorry, the point is i’m sorry. i hope we can put aside whatever rivalry our fans have going on and start over,” y/n smile at him and sunoo returned with a warm smile that almost melted y/n, almost. sunoo has such a pretty smile. god, shut up. what are you thinking, y/n?

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theoutcastedartist · 1 year

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hey! just curious, is the shadowlight au cancelled? totally ok if it is, I just wanna know if i should keep my eye out for it! (sorry if you posted about this and i just missed it!)

SHFJSAJFS YOURE GOOD! NO WORRIES!

The AU is still on-going though it's closer to say that it went on an unexpected hiatus due to me making the mistake of watching a Lego Monkie Kid compilation of Macaque (and from there lmk has sunken its claws into me and has refused to let go dhshsj)

I mean look at this goofy ass creature

He is very scrimbly bimbly shaped fhsjsjajs

Speaking of LMK, I have Anathema AU art to upload after I answer this ask ghsjajsjdba

I had planned for the next page to be out before the end of January...you can see how that went given that it's now the middle of March lmao

I have the next two pages sketched and planned out, I just haven't gotten to finishing it due to my own silliness lol

But now that Season 4 of LMK is out, I can get back to working on the comic, hopefully sooner rather than later. I just gotta re-teach myself how to draw sonic characters again first.

Also, for those who don't know, reason I chose to make a comic for my Sonic Boom AU specifically, rather than any other AU, is because it's one of those interests I ALWAYS come circling back to. I tried to do a comic with Mao Mao, but I ended up losing interest in the show eventually.

The au comic is also meant to be practice for myself for storytelling through comics since one of my series, The Gift from Paradise, might become a web comic series down the line in the distant future. Also, I have a full time job on top of everything (and planning to start college in a couple months lol)

So yeah, the ShadowLight AU is still happening, just VERY VEEEERRRY slowly because I am an absolute fool. I wouldn't keep too close of an eye on it for now.

BUT when I am closer to finishing the pages, I'll make a post announcing a rough estimate of when they'll be posted.

Thanks for sending the ask!

#shadows&lightsau #ShadowLightAU #ask response #answered asks #asks #ask #au asks

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trashgoblincreature · 4 months

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I meant to send this out WAY sooner. I really hope you’re feeling a bit better today and I am so sorry about your dog and everything else thats happening. Take as long of a break as you need to and please don’t feel pressured to upload something. Hope you feel better soon and best regards. <3

anon i am. sorry for not responding until now. i couldnt think of a great response at first, i almost cried-

i still cant think of much of a good response besides. thank you. currently, i'm feeling a lot better, actually. it's been. a weird month or so, but i'm doing as good as i could be, right now, given the circumstances. a lot better than i was doing last time i came on here

i managed to get an interview somewhere and [despite the whole family getting covid, which happened pretty much during the week of christmas] i'd say i had a pretty good holiday

i hope you had a good holiday too! you and everyone else on this dumpster fire of a website-

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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I just want you to know that there is nothing for you to feel guilty or sad or depressed or whatever it is when you cant be active at all.

Here comes a personal experience, please keep in mind that English is my third language and im not using an English keyboard.

I started Wattpad at the end of 2019. A year and half later i had a really big disagreement with my online friend group i met there and i stopped writing there for more than four months. I had no motivation to share mu writing after separating my way with them. After that period i take my five books to drafts because that was what felt like the right thing.

I want to talk about what i felt at that four months and rest of the two and half months which i still wasnt active or creative at all. I was scared that i would loose all of my followers or readers, that i would start again if i turn back to writing.

I also felt guilt because i thought i was being selfish when i was spending my time offline without even explaining anything to my readers. But than i noticed that this wasnt the case. Because i had more than a hundred people who was waiting for me to come back and some of them even send some messagges, they said that they would support me even if it takes a really long time i never come back at all.

I noticed that even if i cant write for a long time or interact with them at all it was my right to take my time. And the same is for every person out there who shares their writings online.

Not being able to write, not having time, or just basicly not writing anything is just normal and totally okay.

So what i wanna say is we all know that you dont upload based on a schedule (i dont even remember how that word is spelled) and we accepted that. We know that there are times where you have to be with your kids so you cant reply to our asks sooner but that. Is. Okay.

That is not just for you but also for everyone who feels guilty when they cant write because of the lack of time.

Spend time with your family and friends, spend time with yourself and write whenever you feel like it because the best writings are written when you write them by taking your sweet time.

We love you so much and thank you so much for every little or big thing you have written, are writing, will write.

(i hope that wasnt too long or boring, just wanted to explain that also i had a "no muse, no energy, no time" phares just like every other writer and wanted to let you (and everyone who reads that) know that sutiation is okay. This is accepted, normal, and actually every persons right.)

Before I get into it, I just want to say thank you for sharing your personal experience. 💙

I'm sorry about the disagreement with your friend. I've known writers who have distanced themselves from or stopped talking to others because of writing. Some have been ghosted without an explanation or cut off. It hurts at first not knowing, but it also enriches the good experiences.

It sounds like you also received the support you needed during that time, which is wonderful. You knew stepping back was the right path and came back when you were ready. Not writing for lengths or time or interacting is normal.

The guilt and fear you felt, it's very real! I had a brief discussion with a couple of moots yesterday and I said think many of us are conditioned to "produce" or have FOMO when we can't interact with other writers or blogs. There's that worry of being "phased out", but at the end of the day, the people meant to be there will be. And true supporters will wait as long as necessary.

Your message was not too long or boring. You were vulnerable and caring by sharing your experience and it's a beautiful reminder that we're human and deserve breaks and grace. I hope someone else reads this and takes comfort in it. Also amazed that English is your third language! 💙

I appreciate your kind words and my "door" is always open. Sending so much love and thanks. And happy FriYAY! ❤️

#navybrat answers #kind ask #writer ask #food for thought #personal ask #personal share #psa #good vibes #we deserve some grace #thank you for your support #yandere stories #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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let-them-read-fics · 1 year

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Positions

Pairing: Handong x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut

Word Count: 2,210

Summary: When Handong asked you to show her some of the moves you learned in your latest yoga classes, she failed to think her own request through completely.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hello again, everyone! Hope you guys are doing well :) Drink some water, take your meds, and eat something tasty today. Let me know if you like this story! <3

P.S. ~ Sorry for not uploading sooner! I was celebrating my birthday and couldn't find the time to post.

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“Dongie,” you groaned, disappointment obvious in your tone. “I just showed you. There’s no way you already forgot.”

“Please, baby? I promise I’ll get it this time.”

Lie number one.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes.

She watched closely as you bent first to the left, extending your right arm above your head, and then mirrored that motion on the other side. When you recentered yourself and bent at the waist to touch your toes, completing the last position in the combo, a childish smirk pulled at her lips.

In the tight shorts you wore, your ass looked undeniably, certifiably fantastic. She couldn’t help but stare; her hands balled into fists at her sides, wishing to touch you.

“Got it?” You asked, interrupting her dirty thoughts.

“Definitely,” she nodded singularly.

Lie number two.

Unconvinced, you crossed your arms and raised your brows, silently instructing her to demonstrate what you’d done.

When you traded positions and she began, she already had the stance wrong. Her arm soon pointed in the wrong direction, stretching completely different muscles than the position was intended to.

A sigh slipped past your lips.

This was going to be a long process.

—

A Century Later

“You’re so close, baby,” you whined, “...just a little more for me.”

Dongie’s heavy breathing filled the living room, interrupted only by a weary groan.

“Y/N, no more… I c-can’t.”

Her muscles strained, sorer than she ever thought possible. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, making her effort plain to see. You’d had her in about a hundred different positions in the past hour alone, and she was spent.

“Do you want help?”

She leaned down a little more and peered at you through her legs, unamused.

“I want my girlfriend to stop being a sadist and let me rest.”

“Have you forgotten that you’re the one who asked for this?”

You took a few steps forward, approaching her.

“I didn’t know they were teaching you methods of torture there!” She defended herself. “I never would’ve asked you to show me if I knew it’d be like this.”

“Yah,” you soothed, pressing up behind her. Your hips brushed against her ass as you settled your hands along the dips of her hips. “Quit complaining, will you?”

She tensed at the new sensation, not expecting it. Her trembling legs enjoyed the relief that your strong presence provided, though, so she allowed herself to ease into you. You took some of her weight, holding her.

“Use your arms,” you instructed. “Pull your chest in close to your legs.”

“I’m gonna snap if I move, Y/N,” she quipped, grumbling.

You shook your head, though deep down her complaining was endearing. Perhaps you had been a little too overzealous for her first session.

“I’ll help, then,” you promised, as you moved your right hand upwards. It traveled across her back, trailing all the way up to her neck. You grasped it gently, allowing your fingers to wrap around the base of it just enough to guide her.

As you pressed her down further into the position, bending her forward more, you used your other hand to ease her further back into your front. With a little patience and urging, her chest brushed her thighs, just as you directed.

Her tired muscles jumped against you, high strung and aching for rest; heat radiated from her in steady waves. She was spent.

“Breathe, jagi,” you reminded. That’s the number one rule of stretching, after all.

She blushed, both from her arousal and your oblivion.

“How can you expect me to do that when you’re touching me like this?” She asked airily. Her ass rubbed against you a little more, searching for friction as if to further demonstrate her point.

A smirk graced your lips at that, growing in time with your ego. You rutted into her ever so slightly – teasing her.

“You’re evil,” she asserted.

You simply bent forward a little, pushing her further into the position while simultaneously allowing her to feel your toned abdomen against her back. She whined at the feeling, pushed to her limit but in the best kind of way.

“Alright,” you relented, standing back up once you decided she’d had enough. “We can take a break now.” Your grin was evident in the words.

Instead of uprighting herself, too, she simply fell over. She hit the carpet with a soft thud, crashing onto its cushiony surface.

“Finally,” she practically moaned, reveling in the way that the fibers soothed her skin. They welcomed her in, bringing comfort to her overexerted body.

You peered down at her, still smiling. Such a rookie. Aside from her constant bickering and complaining, she really had been a good sport; she saw everything out until the very end, wanting to impress you and learn some new things in the process.

With that in mind, you resolved to reward her by getting some water for her while she rested.

Her arm was thrown across her eyes as she laid on her back, dramatically splayed out as if she’d been shot. It prevented her from noticing you leave or come back, so when her chest was met with a chilly few droplets of water, she shouted.

“AISH–”

"Oops…" you played. She peered up at you with a judgemental glare before taking it out of your hands.

"Pabo." She tutted.

You sat down at her side, watching her take a few long sips. Her throat bobbed gently as she swallowed, with the sweat there shining in the soft light of the room.

A couple droplets of the water spilled past her lips, rolling down to her jaw. You reached out and wiped them away with the back of your fingers.

"Better, my love?"

She screwed the cap back on and swallowed the last bit of the chilly liquid in her mouth, in no rush whatsoever to answer you.

"Not yet."

You stuck your tongue in your cheek. "Why not?"

"Because I'm wet," she complained, pouting.

Your head shook in faux annoyance, but you scooted closer to her anyway. You brought a hand up to her chest and wiped away the water that remained there from your prank.

"There. Problem solved," you declared.

Wordlessly, she grabbed ahold of your hand and shook her head. She guided it downwards, slipping beneath the band of her spandex until it made contact with her soaked core.

"This kind of wet, Y/N."

“O-oh,” you stuttered, understanding.

The desire in her darkening eyes should’ve been enough to tell you that much already, but sometimes you truly were oblivious. She found that both endearing and frustrating; but right now, the latter of the two was winning out.

She sat up on her elbow, keeping your hand where it was as she moved in to kiss you for the first time tonight. You leaned down, meeting her in the middle to make things easy for her.

The entirety of the embrace was full of intimacy, from the way she urged your fingertips closer to her entrance, to the softness of her lips as they moved in time with your own. Her tongue met yours languidly, still holding onto a bit of remaining chill from her earlier sips of water. A hint of peach flavor made its way into your mouth, too, courtesy of her chapstick.

She pulled you in closer as she laid back down on the carpet, not wanting to break the kiss for even a second. You had teased her far more than she appreciated all night, and she was ready to put an end to it.

Her body was warm as you laid down at her side, giving into her prompting. Seeing as that you were clad only in a sports bra and shorts, she had ease of access to you; her free hand wandered, taking advantage of the opportunity it was presented with. It easily slid beneath the band that wrapped around your ribs, coming up to cup your breast. She kneaded it, letting out a soft sigh into your mouth at the mere feeling of you; sometimes she was convinced she could get off just by touching you.

Your fingertips dipped inside of her, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that resounded in your chest at how wet she was. Her warm walls begged you to go deeper as they pulsed around you, clenching particularly tightly when you kissed her harder.

It brought a smile to your face to know – to feel – just how much she needed you. Such a rewarding notion.

She whimpered into the kiss when you slid them in further and pressed your palm to her clit, allowing the swollen bud to attain some much-needed relief.

Her hand in your bra stopped its movements, and the impatient one that laid against yours in her shorts paused, too; she completely surrendered herself to you, focusing her attention on the pleasure that you were providing.

You didn’t mind it, though; it was sweet to see her like that. Someone typically so untouchable, so above it all, completely and utterly in need. All flushed and restless, incapable of ignoring her desire; as if in heat.

She released your bottom lip from between her own after gently tugging on it, and she shifted closer in your embrace, wanting to feel you close. Every hitched breath, every writhe – she needed to feel it all.

“I think I deserve a little reward after all of this teasing,” she noted raspily, breathless. “Don’t you?”

You nodded, admiring the blush on her cheeks. She fought to keep her eyes from shutting in an effort to continue looking at you; but she caved in when you brushed against her g-spot. You knew all the right ways to touch her.

"Name it, and it's yours."

Her hips rocked, taking you in deeper again.

"I want your mouth, too," she answered. "Please," she whined, placing emphasis on it.

She knew you could never say no when she did that.

…but that was as much of a blessing as it was a curse. If this time was like any of those in the past, she wouldn't be able to walk properly in the morning.

That was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make, though, come to think of it.

Feeling merciful, you wasted no time in easing out of her and stripping her of her shorts and panties. When the cool air hit her glistening center, she whined pathetically. Her legs closed out of instinct, reluctant to share her warmth with the world.

But you placed your hands on her knees and slowly parted them, slotting yourself in between. As you leaned down to kiss her again, they wrapped around your waist, keeping you snugly in place and causing your clothed pelvis to rub against her clit when she urged you forward. The material was soft, but offered just enough roughness to provide the friction she wanted.

You rutted a few times, meeting her impatient grinding halfway. Poorly-stifled moans slipped out of her mouth, wrapped around curses and pleas for you to go harder.

“Be patient, jagi,” you smiled against her lips, putting a hand on her hip to slow her movements. She fought against it briefly, determined to attain relief; but you didn’t budge. “If you keep on like this, you’ll cum before you can ride my face.”

She huffed defeatedly when you pulled away from her, taking your heat and scent along with you, but when she noticed your hands tugging at the sides of your bra, every complaint in her mind faded away. She watched in silent admiration as you slipped it over your head and tossed it somewhere behind you, putting your chest on full display for her eager eyes.

She reached out to you, and you took her hand in your own and led it to your breast, guiding her to touch you. She kneaded it harshly, almost as a punishment for you taking your sweet time.

You moaned at the feeling and leaned down again, kissing her deeply as you slid two fingers back into her pussy. Her teeth tugged at your lower lip, nibbling on it as she struggled to breath properly between kisses; she soothed the pain away with a swipe of her warm tongue, filling your mouth with her sweet taste.

You skimmed your lips lower, down and over the sharp curve of her jaw, kissing silent praises into her soft skin along the way. The path you blazed ignited her, bringing her to life; she trembled beneath you, feeling the weight and strain of her impending release in her muscles. She was aching for it. Something so close, so promising. Every mark you painted onto her made her wetter – each inspiring another desperate buck of her hips.

You worked her up so steadily that once you'd finally reached her thighs and peered up at her with those mischievous eyes of yours – merely looked at her – she almost came undone on the spot.

Her shuddered breaths were reminiscent of your earlier torture lessons (as she so fondly deemed them), and so for her sake, you decided to be gracious.

She'd waited long enough.

With one final glance up at her, you dove in, giving her her reward.

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