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gay-dorito-dust · 3 days

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Hiiii I was looking to see if your request is open but couldn’t find it so I’ll just drop it here and feel free to write it :) I love your writings! 🌸

May I ask for batboys reacting to shy reader who wants them to lie down on her lap after their long day. She wants to praise them, play with their hair and shower them with kisses :0 thank you!

Dick:

Would rest his head on your lap regardless of whether you asked him to do not, your lap was the perfect pillow for him and he will not have it any other way.

‘Hi baby.’ He greets as he beams up at you from the comfort of your lap.

‘Hi honey, long day?’ You greeted back, your hands already finding their way into his hair and began to comb through it slowly as he hums, burrowing himself closer to you as a means to feel more of you against him.

‘Yeah but it’s nothing I can’t handle.’ Dick replied and smiled wide when you kissed his cheek before kissing his nose, and felt his heart melt upon giggling you giggling when he scrunched up his face.

‘Is there nothing that my handsome man can’t do?’ You asked sarcastically as you pressed a kiss to his other cheek. ‘Or is he just the most perfect man in existence?’

Dick made a face at this. ‘Have you maybe considered that this handsome man of yours has an amazing, wonderful and beautifully cute spouse waiting at home for him as inspiration?’ He looks at you with a raised brow.

‘I’m the one who’s meant to be praising you tonight, not you praising me.’ You chuckled as you peppered his face in small, quick kisses that had Dick reaching a hand to the back of your head, holding you close so he could give you a plethora of kisses of his own.

‘Well what if we could just both praise the other tonight.’ Dick said against your lips.

‘I can deal with that.’ You replied as you spent the rest of the night whispering sweet nothings to one another and trading kisses.

Jason:

Your lap was his save haven after a long and tiresome day from having to listen to Bruce critique his way of ridding crime out of Gotham. So he wasn’t going to refuse your affection, not when you shyly patted your lap as an invite to rest his head and looking cute whilst doing so.

God had his permission to smite him to his second death should he actually refuses your requests to coddle him and shower him in all your love and adoration.

If anything the days where you offered up your lap to him were the best days of his entire life as he got to spend it looking up at an absolute angel that he was lucky enough to call his own.

‘How’s my gorgeous jay birdie feeling today?’ You asked as you kissed his along his jaw and stopping when you got to his chin.

‘I’m feeling fantastic now that I’m with you sweetheart. How about you.’ He replied back as he looked up at you with his pretty eyes that he knew made you weak. Jason only wanted to give you back the love and support that you give him on a daily basis tenfold, for it’s what you truly deserved in his eyes.

He loved you too much to allow you to settle for mediocrity.

‘I’m feeling much better now my strong, brave boy has come home to me safe and one less bruise to ice.’ You responded with a lighthearted chuckle as you lifted up one of his large hands and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before resting your cheek against it to commemorate his warmth and callouses to memory.

‘Don’t come at me with that sweetheart, I know you love icing my bruises, especially when they’re on my abdomen.’ Jason cheeked as he winked at you, taking pure enjoyment out of seeing your flustered face. It was a much needed breath of fresh air coming home to sweet, caring you from the cold, unforgiving outside and he cherished every bit of it for as long as he could.

‘Meanie.’ You murmur, booping him on the nose.

‘Meanie? How am I being mean chipmunk, I know how much you love my abs and my thighs.’ Jason chuckled as he booped your nose in retaliation. ‘Why do you think I never skip leg day?’

‘You’re more than perfect the way you are Jason,’ you countered, ‘perfect body or not you’re still my jay birdie. Forever and always.’ You whispered the last part as you pressed a sweet tender kiss to his lips as he smiled in response.

Tim:

He always finds himself perpetually tired from working himself to the bone, so when you offered up your lap for him to rest, the poor man practically sighed in relief, almost as if he were a man dying of thirst in the desert; finally having found the oasis he had been wandering aimlessly for.

‘You don’t know how much I needed this.’ Tim groans as he made himself comfortable in your lap, trying his hardest to not to close his eyes right then and there from the prepping of light kisses you were scattering across his forehead and under his eyes.

Gosh he hates how weak he gets from your little kisses but would die a little on the inside if you didn’t.

‘I’m sure I can take a guess.’ You said sweetly as you ran your hand through his hair. ‘You’ve been overworking yourself so much lately that I rarely see you as much,’ Tim’s stomach dropped upon hearing this but let you finish speaking, ‘but when I do see you it always makes me happy knowing that you’re okay.’ You then pressed a kiss to his cheek.

‘I’m sorry for-‘ you cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips, muttering a soft ‘don’t. Don’t blame yourself for things you can’t control.’

‘But I can control it!’ Tim exclaimed. ‘It’s not fair on you to exhaust yourself on me every night after patrol and still find it within yourself to take care of me…I don’t deserve any of it as it feels as though I’m taking advantage of you somehow.’ Tim trailed off as he looked away for you as guilt are away at him.

‘Tim,’ you called, ‘my sweet Tim as long as I know your okay and come home to me every night, then I don’t care how long I have to stay up just catch a glimpse of your handsome face.’ You reassured him as you kissed his jawline softly, and Tim felt himself weaken under your words and affection as he looked back up at you.

‘You really mean that?’ He asked almost quietly.

‘I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it with all my heart my sweet, smart boy.’ You said while pressing a singular kiss to his forehead.

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ink-splotch · 9 months

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hey friends I’m looking for some reading recommendations!

I’ve just been rereading old favorites, which is a joy, but I’m hankering for something new to surprise me and capture me. I’m open to anything but have particular soft spots for:

- narrators or POV characters with distinctive, atypical voices, perspectives, or assumptions who make an ordinary or extraordinary world more interesting by being seen through their lens (ex. Martha Wells’ Murderbot, owlet’s This, You Protect)

- clever, precise plotting and storytelling such that final conclusions or reveals click together like delightful, unexpected but perfectly predictable clockwork— the sort that you can see obviously in the first chapter but only after you’ve read the last page; stories where the authors trust the reader to pay attention and figure stuff out (ex. Megan Whalen Turner’s The Queen’s Thief series, The Westing Game, Pamela Dean’s The Secret Country)

- worldbuilding with depth and texture — it feels explorable, immersive, like you could study it, like you could get lost, like other stories are going on just off the page (The Secret Countey gets a second honorary mention here, great book, I highly recommend)

- characters you can root for, especially ones that are slowly, quietly, unregretfully tearing themselves apart for something they care about (Kip Mdang from Hands of the Emperor, Newt from Designations Congruent with Things, Nico D’Angelo from the Percy Jackson books, Arthur in rageprufrock’s Presque Vu)

I like stories with momentum, stories that swallow you. I like beautiful things. I like stories that surprise me and make me think. Help a gal out? What stories have captured you?

#novels/origfic or fanfic #it’s all good #heck rec me a tv show if you want #my whole life is feeding babies and napping right now #did you know twin newborns is A Lot??#they’re perfect and I would trade them for nothing

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deadtired-highkeyenergetic · 1 month

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Hiiii so this is my first time asking for anything but can you do Astarion headcanons where Gn!Reader is basically a Living heater, like they’re always warm.

Heyo thanks for asking! I did the headcanons for spawn Astarion only as I haven't ascended him yet, hope you don't mind! Also this inspired me to write a fic where reader and Astarion share a bedroll and cuddle so thank you anon! Look forward to it!

Being able to feel warm is a novelty Astarion has recently come to love

His favourite spot in camp used to be the campfire, where he would always be found lounging with a book in hand, that is, until he found out how warm you are

Suddenly, you’ve adopted a very clingy vampire who wants to do nothing more than sprawl all over you like a cat sunbathing on a nice flat rock underneath the sun

Speaking of cats, he definitely purrs when cuddling with you, no matter how much he says otherwise

“You’re hearing things, darling” “Right…”

At first, he’s hesitant about how much physical contact you’re willing to put up with, only pressing shoulders with you and holding hands whilst sitting around the campfire

He’ll take what warmth he can from you without crossing any boundaries you may have, and feel his way around his position in the relationship

But as the two of you become closer, he starts to become more daring

The first thing he tries doing is hugging

Ever since you first hugged him, he’s been craving the intimate act, coming up with excuse after excuse to hug you such as checking you for injuries and being tired after a long hike

And now he has the perfect excuse

“You’re warm, I need the warmth” or so he says. Not that you mind, really

You keep silent about how he constantly melts in your arms during the hugs

Sometimes he pretends like he isn’t craving a hug but you can tell from the many glances thrown your way and the slight twitching in his arms whenever he’s right next to you, so to save him his dignity you initiate the hug

He loves it when you initiate hugs, it makes him feel warm both on the outside and the inside, the kisses that always come with the hugs are an added bonus

If you’re shorter than him, he likes to bury his face into your hair while holding you as tightly as possible so that he can absorb maximum warmth while feeling like he’s holding the world in his arms

If you’re taller than him, he likes to bury his face into your shoulder/chest, there’s so much warmth emitting from those areas, he can’t resist. Besides, it means easier access to your neck should he get a little peckish

Once the two of you are close enough, he starts resting his head on your chest and curling up against you

He likes hearing your heartbeat while indulging in your body heat, it keeps him grounded and trancing isn’t as scary as it used to be when he’s enveloped in your warmth

Sometimes he likes just lying curled up against you, a comfortable silence filling the air as he traces a length along your arm, intertwining his fingers with yours

His favourite place to cuddle is snuggled in a cocoon of blankets with you, he gets double the warmth especially on chilly nights

He’s alright with being the big or small spoon, unless he just woke up from nightmares then he’s all about being the small spoon for the night

He may not need massages, being a vampire and all, but he still likes to request them from you from time to time, if only because he gets to feel your warm hands on him. He doesn’t care how effective the massages are

All in all, he loves the toastiness that is you and would never trade it for the world

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion x durge #astarion x reader #astarion x you #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x tav #astarion romance #astarion ancunin

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juniefruit · 3 months

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-[ gamer bf felix ]-

if only all gamer boyfriends acted like Felix, I think the world would be a better place.

Word count: 702

Felix loves video games. For every game he plays, there is a reason. You love listening to his rambling about a game’s graphics or storyline. You’ll be cuddled up in bed, under a thick fluffy blanket, as he explains the plot twists in the game he’s currently playing, or how many annoying side-quests he has to complete. You count his freckles with gentle pokes of your finger as he smiles in bliss. He adores you just for listening to him. You’re his main audience, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world. On the other hand, you could listen to Felix endlessly. His voice is like dripping honey, deep and soothing with his signature Australian accent. Just by being near him, you’ve started adopting some of his accent into your speech. He noticed it one day while you were asking him what he wanted to eat for dinner.

He has experience on almost every console, but he maily uses his PC. If you two don’t have any plans, he’s logging on to play with his mates. Hyunjin and Jeongin join him the most frequently. Sometimes you’ll even join, but Felix does warn you that you will get teased. It’s nothing actually offensive, because they knew that Felix would send them to their grave if they hurt you. Felix loves that you two have so much in common when it comes to video games. Like, if you two play together, it’s a fair match. He doesn’t have to go easy on you or sugarcoat anything, which he appreciates. He can be his true self without worrying about being judged.

You guys go to every comic or video game convention in your city!! If you cosplay, Felix would definitely help you buy the materials you need, and then help you make it. Felix loves it when you take the extra time to make him a cotume too, so you can go as a duo. If your costume has heels, then he definitely carries a backpack with some comfortable sneakers for you to change into once it gets too much!! However, he does get jealous if your costume is a bit revealing. The guys that blatantly stare at women in cosplay tick him off. He would never control what you choose to wear, but expect a clingy and needy Felix once you get back home. You reward him with cuddles and kisses for being such a good boyfriend during the con.

He’s totally committed to helping you achieve the perfect photoshoot in your cosplay. He’ll climb a tree, lay on the floor, you name it, he’ll do it.

Once a week or so, you all have a friend group hangout and hold a mario kart tournament at your apartment. You and Felix make the required pre-game grocery store run. You get a little bit of everything: candy, chips, sodas, the usual. There’s something domestic about going grocery shopping together: taking turns moving the cart, checking items off your list, etc. During the tournament, you’re just as committed as the rest of the guys. It makes Felix feel so proud seeing how well you get along with his friends. Afterwards, you two work together to clean up as fast as possible before putting on some comfortable pajamas and passing out on the bed.

You guys bake!! All the time!! One day, you trudged through the apartment door after a draining day of work, only to immediately be hit with the delightful smell of Felix’s brownies. In an instant, your smile grew as you caught sight of him in the kitchen with an apron on, specks of flour replacing the freckles on his face. The troubles you carried home from work melted away with a sweet kiss and a freshly baked brownie.

One Christmas, you got him gaming headphones with cat ears on them. He was a bit taken aback at first, but now he wears them all the time. They’re actually quite good, He’d say. That’s why I bought them! You exclaimed from the doorway, hands at your hips. You knew he’d like them, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He just “had” to wear them because they were good. This man… You thought.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #lee yongbok #lee felix #stray kids felix #skz x reader #skz felix #felix x reader #felix imagines #stray kids thoughts

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m1ssunderstanding · 3 months

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Days Eleven and Twelve

The Different Beatle Arrivals outside apple are interesting to me.

Ringo: arrives first, in the passenger’s seat, has a chummy remark for his driver, a cheeky grin for the camera, and a kind nod for the scruffs.

John and Yoko: arrive second, in the back of their on-brand, white thing, with no acknowledgement of anyone (and Yoko accidentally goes for the front door then changes directions when she sees John going around the side)

George: drives himself, glances over his shoulder, locks his car door, and goes in. Again, no acknowledgement.

Paul: walks, studiously ignores the camera, bestows a condescending nod at the scruffs. (shouldn’t be sexy. Is. what else is new?)

Everything the scruffs said was perfection. Where are their parents? Who is taking care of them? Do they not go to school?

So glad for the boys that they took a day to hide from the cameras. I hope they all traded meaningful items of clothing and meditated and circle jerked and told each other how brilliant they were. (Oh gosh. Can you all imagine a circle-jerk plus yoko? Her and Paul furiously compete over who can hold John's eye contact?)

Short queens making the beatles look like child-labor supporters.

Look at that cute little impish grin. What do we think? Did George and John actually have a punch-up? George Martin went out of his way on at least two occasions to say that they did, in fact, come to blows. But I didn’t see any evidence on John the next day, and they both seem extremely comfortable joke-fighting here, where I don’t think they would if they’d real-fought a week or so ago. I don’t know, I think it’s very up for debate. But if they did, I actually think it would be a testament to the importance of the John and George dynamic. We always say how it shows how much John must’ve cared about Paul to sprint down the road and jump his fence over a missed recording session. What would it say about how much John must’ve cared about George if he punched him when he said he’d quit?

Either way, their *meaningful* rendition of “You are my sunshine” is heart-melting.

Yoko, the og sad beige mom.

Add juggling to Ringo’s talents in his cabaret/circus act with Paul.

Every old man obsessed with “tough, acerbic Lennon” needs to have “My rock and roll finger is bleeding, my rock and roll finger is hurt” played on a loop in their heads every time they open their mouths until they shut up.

Paul, why are you literally strong-arming Glyn into the studio? This man does not know how to touch another person.

Maybe they kept Magic Alex around just for laughs? It’s good to hear anyway, that they are fully aware they’re being conned.

The way George and Paul just in sync jump into their old choreography.

The way they could really have just gone off and done their own things while Glyn finishes setting up. But the idea just doesn’t occur to them. Why would they want to be anywhere else, doing anything else, with anyone else?

I feel like John right now because I’m like enjoying Paul’s sexy drumming face and then the camera switches and I’m like Oh Yoko you’re so pretty. And is this another *meaningful* cover? I’m going to have to make a list of all these and go through after I’m done with this and see which ones I think actually have a double meaning. “My baby left me” by Crudup. My main evidence here being Yoko’s Jim Halpert expression as John’s singing this at Paul.

How to get Paul to stop messing with your shit. A demonstration by Ringo Starr.

John is Not having Paul reading their bad press for the cameras.

And today, it’s John that needs a little Ringofection. I wonder if it had anything to do with “Aaaaall I want is youuuuuuuuu. Everything has got to be the way you want it toooooooooo.”

George looking at Ringo’s jumping jacks. I agree.

“Richard Rogers has got nothing on this boy. . . . Ah, sometimes, John, I don’t know.” “I just make it up as I go along.” “Oh, is that how you do it?” Again. He’s being silly, but he really does think you’re the smartest boy in the whole wide world, John. I hope you know that. (he definitely does not know that.)

ICONIC. One of my favorite moments of the whole series. Not a glance at each other. Perfectly synchronized.

Any particular significance with Dicky Murdock that anyone knows about?

Another favorite moment. The absolute marshmallow softness. Oh to have footage of Paul teaching John guitar chords on one of their childhood beds.

Not going to say it again, but boy am I thinking it.

Someone needs to make a compilation of all the times someone’s been caught giving John and Paul a WTF look.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

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chrisevansonly · 6 months

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬

ʚ harry styles x female reader

ʚ there is nothing you love more than collecting the fall coloured leaves, and there’s no one else who loves watching, more than harry

ʚ no warnings, very fluffy:)

ʚ we are getting closer to the end of october and the end of our fall celebration! i’ve literally had so much fun writing all of these, and can’t thank everyone enough for all the love and support

Outside of London was a small town you and Harry would venture too in the fall, colourful leaves spanned for acres and acres to come, the local shops had fresh apple cider and fall pastries you were sure to collect when you visited. It also provided a sense of privacy and quiet for the two of you, especially when you wanted to collected the coloured maple leafs to wax press them at home.

Harry loved moments like these with you, getting to watch as you jogged ahead, a smile on your face when you noticed a leaf that caught your eye. He might love performing and touring the world, but these moments, right here with you, topped everything.

“Need some help lovie?” he asked gently, watching as you began to run out of space in your wicker basket.

“I think I might H…should have brought so baskets…there’s so many leaves this year!”

You knew it might have been childish to get this excited over fall and the leaves that changed, but in a way this tradition you’d started with Harry, helped to heal your inner child and bring you a sense of calm you never knew existed.

“Well I guess it’s a good thing I brought another then”

Turning you spotted him holding up another basket, a smile on his face as you walked over to him, your eyes almost twinkling in the sunlight

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Y’have, but I love hearing it”

“Well I love love love love you baby”

Harry smiled, his cheeks tinting a rosy red as he leaned down to kiss you

“I love you too darling, now, hand me your full basket and I’ll trade you, put this one in the car so it’s safe”

The smile remained on your face as you handed Harry the full wicker basket, grabbing the empty one form him before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, watching as he walked back towards your car parked a few trees down. Once he had reached the car you began to walk further up the line of tree’s, the assortments of yellow’s, red’s and oranges spanned as far as your eyes could see.

Fall had always been a beautiful time of the year, and when you’d met Harry, you’d gotten him to fall in love with the season just as you had. After a little while you’d filled the second basket, a slight furrow in your brows when you noticed Harry hadn’t come back yet. As you walked towards the car you noticed your boyfriend, a small smile on his face as he came towards you with two hot cups of cider.

“I know we wanted to go after, but the lady told me she was closing in twenty minutes so I got out cider and treats, they’re in the car..figured we could go on a drive and see the rest of the trees?”

In all your years of being loved or experiencing love, no one had ever come close to treating you like Harry did. He was your soulmate, your firmly believed that, and truth be told, so did he.

“That sounds perfect baby, thank you for today”

He was quick to bring you into his chest, being mindful of the hot drinks you both held, kissing your forehead as you hummed in content against his sweater clad chest.

“The perfect day for the perfect girl wouldn’t you say?”

“Hmm i’d say you’re a bit cheesy H”

He laughed closing his eyes as you giggled along with him

“Alright well all cheese aside, it’s been a pretty good day”

“Yes it has…and I had the best company for it.”

Fall and coloured leaves might have been minuscule to others, but for you this was a dream come true, nothing made you happier than the cold air, your collection of leaves and your very sweet boyfriend.

#rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #harry styles au #harry styles x wife reader #harry styles x girlfriend reader #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic

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m-jelly · 8 months

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Tea for two - Chapter 6

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Canon world, post-war, injured Levi, scarred Levi, romance, falling in love, fluff, angst, emotional pain, emotional Levi, foreplay, sex, smut, hungry Levi, unprotected sex.

In this chapter: You and Levi have a romantic moment in the garden. Levi sets the mood with a romantic bath time, which soon gets heated.

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Part 7

You carried a tray through the cottage and outside into the large garden. A sweet smile spread on your lips when you saw Levi looking at his plans and drawing on some wood. You admired the selection of paints he had picked for the wonderful birdhouses he was going to make. “Looking good, honey.”

Levi perked up at your words. “Thank you, I mean…I haven’t done much.” He reached up to his hair. “It’s got nothing in it and all fluffy, but I’m glad you like how I look.”

You blushed. “Oh yeah, it is fluffy.”

Levi stared at you for a while as he slowly pieced together everything. He looked down at his work and then back at you as his cheeks slowly went red. “You meant the work I’m doing.”

You walked up to Levi and hugged him tightly. “Aww, don’t be sad. I did mean your work, but you are incredibly handsome. I love how fluffy your hair is. You have cute bed hair.” You massaged your fingers into his hair. “You’re not looking good, you’re looking incredible.” You kissed him and hummed. “Love you.”

Levi blushed. “Love you too.” He hugged you tightly and pressed his face against your body so he could hide. “Mm.”

You swayed with your man a little. “Leviiii, I love youuu.”

He pulled back and pouted. “Kiss.”

You kissed him and hummed. “So, the paints.”

He hummed and moved them. “I picked my favourite colour and yours, so it’s the two of us together.”

“It’s perfect.”

He started cutting up the wood as he followed his plans. He smiled happily thinking about making more things for you and him. He looked at you and blushed when you made a cute heart with your fingers. He put his tools down and made a heart with his two remaining fingers on his right hand and two fingers on his left. He smiled in pride when he got it just right. He blushed when you blew him a kiss and started tending to the flowers as Bo slept on his side.

Levi called your name. “How are your parents?”

You picked up a potted plant and thought about your sweet parents. “They’re good. They like being by the mountains, lake and forest. They’re just enjoying their time with the dogs.”

“They’re not working, right?”

You hummed. “Mum was a teacher and dad worked in a trading company. Dad worked his way up and was for the people. He helped so many out, he got them all good pay as well. He took care of others because he never forgot his routes job-wise. They’ve retired 'cause he made good money and he was great at saving.”

Levi shifted on his feet a little. “Do…do you think…”

You put the plant in the hole you made and patted and compacted it. “Yes, I think my father would like you and my mother would be in love with you.”

Levi smiled a little. “I’m glad. Do they know about me?”

You nodded. “They do. I sent them a letter about you. They’re really happy.”

“They are?”

You hummed. “Dad just hopes you don’t do anything dangerous.”

Levi played with his hammer. “He knows about my past?”

“Yep. Dad knows a lot about people, he needed to with his role.”

He whined a little. “I’ll behave. I refuse to leave you or let you go.”

You giggled. “Holding me captive, huh?”

“Yes.”

You smiled sweetly as you thought about your life with Levi. “You know, what? I rather like that I’m being held captive by you.”

Levi smiled a little to himself. “Good.”

You stood up and moved to the tray with drinks. You pulled off your gloves and popped them into your gardening apron. “You should take a break, my love.”

He released a long sigh. “I know, but I want to get this all done.”

You rubbed his back. “There’s no need to rush. Some things take time.”

He gazed at you. “You’re right.” He frowned when he saw a bit of dirt on your cheek. “Tch, dirty.”

You blushed. “Oh, sorry you hate dirt.”

He picked up a cloth and rubbed your cheek. “It’s okay when it’s on you. You make it look good.”

You blushed at his words. “Mm, thanks.”

He lowered the cloth and leaned closer and kissed you. “You’re beautiful.”

You whined a little. “Levi.”

He moved closer to you. “You want more kisses?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He pulled you against him and crashed his lips against yours. He purred as he kissed you over and over. He pushed you backwards causing you both to lie back on the floor. He pressed his body against yours and grinded. He kissed along your jawline to your ear and nibbled your earlobe a little. He licked your neck before sucking on your skin.

You tangled your fingers in Levi’s hair. “Levi.”

He panted as he gazed down at you. “I love you.”

You smiled as the sun shone behind Levi’s head. “I love you too.” You delicately cupped his face.

He whined and leaned his cheek against your hand. “I…I want…” He lowered his head and pressed it against your breasts. “Mm.”

You massaged your fingers into Levi’s hair. “You want? What do you want?”

He squeezed you. “I want to make love to you like a man who knows what he’s doing.”

You hummed a laugh. “You’ll do wonderful. We’ll slowly ease into it.”

He lifted his head. “I’ll study hard and listen to you.”

“I know you will.”

Levi tangled his fingers into your hair and moved his hips a little. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

You shivered in delight. “Me too.”

Levi leaned closer as thoughts drifted through his mind of what he wanted to do to you. He frowned when he heard a loud sniffing in his ear. He turned his head and groaned as Bo licked his face. “Ugh! Bo!”

You laughed hard. “Bo just wanted to give you some kisses! He’s a good boy!”

Levi sat back and rubbed his cheek. “Disgusting.”

You hummed a laugh as you sat up. “It’s just kisses.”

Levi grunted when Bo jumped on him and rolled against him. “Damn, mutt.” He let out a long sigh and began fussing Bo and hugging him. “It’s a good job I love you.” He patted Bo. “Off you get, Daddy has to work.”

You blushed hard. “Did…did you call yourself…daddy?”

He sat up and ruffled his hair. “I-I like the umm…thought.”

You dove at Levi as you squealed in delight. “Me too! You’ll be amazing.” You leaned up and looked down at Levi. “You’re truly wonderful, Levi.”

He smiled softly. “Thank you.” He moved his hand to your bum and squeezed. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“You’ll be a perfect mother. I’m looking forward to starting a family, b-but first, we have to…umm…”

You hummed a laugh and sat up on his hips. “We will.” You rolled your hips against him and bounced a little. “This is how it’ll be for a bit.”

Levi gulped hard. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“You’ve gotten used to me touching you, so next will be touching me.”

He nodded and eyed your thighs and crotch. “I’m looking forward to that.”

You leaned your arms on his chest. “Me too. I know you’ll do incredible.”

He gripped your thighs and massaged. “Ngh, I should get to work on the birdhouse. If I don’t know, I will get very hot and bothered.”

You giggled. “I know what you mean.” You climbed off Levi. “I have a garden to tend to. Do you need help getting up?”

Levi blushed and looked at his lap. “I don’t think I need any help at all, just look at me.”

You stared at the tent in Levi’s trousers. “I meant standing up, but I am very interested in this meaning.”

Levi groaned. “I got it wrong.”

You held his hands and helped him stand up. “I rather like it.” You pulled him against you and kissed him. “I’ll get back to work.”

Levi released a long sigh as you bent over and started tending to the garden. He eyed your behind and felt the strain below. He turned away and mumbled under his breath. “Birdhouses. Make the birdhouses. Focus.”

You sat in the comfy window seat and gazed out at the rain coming down. You traced a raindrop that dragged down the window and admired how pretty it was. You smiled when you heard Levi limping closer to you. You turned your head and smiled at him. “You okay?”

He nodded and took your hand in his. “Come with me.”

You slipped off the window seat and walked with him. “Where are we going?”

“Surprise.”

You hummed a laugh. “Exciting.”

Levi pulled you along to the bathroom to show the large bath was full of hot water, there were rose petals around and nice candles lit. “I umm…” He let go of your hand and lifted a tray with some drinks, strawberries and chocolate. “I wanted to make you something. You dote on me so much and I wanted to give back.”

“It’s perfect.” You smiled. “You’ll be joining me, right?”

“If you want me to.”

“I do.”

He put the tray down. “I’ll join you then.”

You started taking your things off and noticed Levi was staring at you. You smiled softly and dropped your dress so you were in underwear. “You can look as much as you like.”

He gulped hard. “You look incredible.”

“Thank you.” You reached behind your back and unclipped your bra. “You won’t think much of me once I’m naked.”

Levi moved closer. “You’re beautiful. Did someone make you feel like you’re not?”

You sighed. “Yeah, but I’ll be okay.”

“Your ex is awful.”

You smiled softly. “Yeah, yeah he is.”

He gulped and looked at your chest. “Can I take your things off and touch you?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Levi pulled your bra off and tossed it to the floor. “So beautiful.” He reached over and massaged. “I enjoyed touching them last time.”

“I’m glad.” He hummed and looked down at your body. “Can I take off your underwear?”

“Yes.”

He released your chest and grabbed the edges of your panties and slowly pulled them down. He looked up and blushed when he saw you were naked in front of him. He stood up and growled. “You look…fuck…”

You hummed a laugh. “Thanks.”

You walked to the bath. “You coming?”

“Yes.”

You got into the bath and looked over at Levi. You smiled as he undressed and revealed his naked body. You admired his muscles and a few scars, along with his treasure trail to his incredible cock. “Mm, you look good enough to eat.”

Levi walked closer. “Thank you.”

You nibbled your lip and purred. “I wanna touch and kiss.”

Levi climbed into the bath and sank into the water. “You can do that.”

You moved closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Comfy?”

“Yes.”

You caressed his cheek. “I’m glad.”

Levi yanked you against him. “Don’t get shy with me. Lie with me.”

You shifted your body against Levi’s. “I love the confidence.”

“Your body feels so nice against mine.”

You nuzzled the crook of Levi’s neck. “You feel nice.”

Levi ran his hands over your perfect body. “You feel better.” He kissed you and sighed. “I love you.”

You smiled a little. “I love you too.”

Levi turned you around in his arms and sat you back to chest. He hugged you tightly. “Mm, you look good.” He looked down at your body. “Could I try touching you?”

You took Levi’s hand in yours. “Yes.”

“I have studied.”

You hummed a laugh as you moved his hand down your body. “I know how dedicated you are. I’ll give you a little lesson.”

“Please.” He nipped your neck. “I want to be very educated on you.”

You moved his left hand up and down in a slow and teasing manner. “This, mm, is a great place to tease. If you part these lips you get to everything else.”

Levi parted them and ran his fingers up and down slowly. “You feel wonderful.”

You moaned a little. “Thank you.” You gulped as you shifted in Levi’s arms. “Down here.”

Levi curled his fingers into you making you moan. “You perfect vagina.” He moved his fingers in and out a little before plunging them in deeper. “You’re so hot inside.”

You gripped Levi’s upper arms. “Mm, Levi.”

He looked down at your body to see what his hand was doing to you. “Your walls as so soft.”

You leaned your head back and moaned when he rubbed your G-spot. “A-ah!”

Levi paused his movements. “Are you okay?”

“Y-you found it.” You shivered. “I can’t believe you found my G-spot.”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

You nodded and moved your hips to get him to touch again. “It’s incredible.” You panted a little. “More, please.”

Levi moved his fingers again. “Like that?”

You gripped his arms tighter. “Little faster.” You cried out in delight. “That’s it. Yes.” You closed your eyes and panted as you felt your coil tighten up. “Mm, I’m nngh, I’m close.”

Levi cupped the side of your face and turned your head. “I want to see.”

You opened your eyes and gazed at Levi. You panted and shivered under his touch. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

You cried out when you felt a snap and a rush of euphoria go through you. “Ah!”

Levi gasped in delight. “Incredible. You look so good.”

You gulped hard. “You were really good.”

Levi whined. “I’m not done yet.”

You blushed. “N-Not done?”

He nodded and moved his hand up a little. “You have this little button on you I want to touch.” He kissed your neck. “It’s called the clit, right?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes.”

He slid his fingers up and gasped in delight. “Here!” He moved his fingers slowly. “It’s like a little bean.”

You clenched your toes tightly and purred in delight. “Levi.”

“Does this feel good?”

You moaned. “It feels incredible.” You panted. “Don’t stop.”

Levi moved his right hand up and gripped your breast. “You feel so soft and warm. I love touching you. I just want to make you feel good all the time.”

You slammed your hands on the edges of the bath. “Fuck.”

“You’re just so wonderful and perfect. I love you so much. You’re incredible. I just want you to always feel good.” He bit your neck. “You’re everything to me. You’re my reason for living and this new life within me.”

You turned your head and whimpered. “Kiss me.”

Levi crashed his lips against yours. He pulled on your lip and pushed his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you passionately as his heart raced in his chest. He pressed your body against his causing you to feel his hard erection against your back. He pulled from your lips and whimpered. “Darling.”

You turned around in Levi’s arms and faced him. You knelt up on shaky legs and purred. “I’m close and I know you are.”

He blushed. “You’re just so…arousing.”

You shuffled closer. “Do you want to feel me from the inside?”

He gulped hard and nodded. “Please.”

You smiled at him. “I know you probably imagined our first time in bed, but it feels right. Unless you don’t want to?”

Levi gazed at you with a sparkle in his eyes. “I want to.”

You knelt up. “It’ll feel very different and odd.”

“I know it’ll feel incredible.”

You smiled at him. “I hope so.” You held him and slowly sank onto him. “Breathe, Levi.”

Levi sharply inhaled through his teeth. “S-So g-good.”

You paused a moment to help Levi and he was rather thick for you. “Are you okay?”

He nodded and panted. “I sh-should be asking you th-that.”

You smiled and kissed him. “I’m great. You feel perfect so far.”

He grabbed your hips. “M-More. I w-want to feel all of you.”

You sank down on him until there was nothing more you could take. You clenched your walls around him as you enjoyed how he filled you. You cupped Levi’s face as he sat there with his eyes close and chest rising and falling at his pants. “Levi?”

He opened his eyes. “Mm.”

You smiled a little. “Does it feel nice?”

He nodded. “It feels like a dream. You’re so soft, wet and warm. I like being inside you.” He hugged you tightly. “I want to always be inside you.”

You flushed red. “I’d like that too.”

He kissed your cheek and neck as he just felt what it was like to be balls deep inside your pussy. He’d dreamt of this moment and wondered how it would feel. Levi was blown away by the sensation. He felt like he was being held by a snug warmth. He flicked your earlobe with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. He sucked a bit and moved his hips just a little causing you to mewl in delight at him.

Levi pulled back a bit and sighed. “I umm…I’m ready.”

You kissed him softly and began moving up and down on him slowly. “This feel okay?”

He nodded and grunted. “Y-Yes.” He gulped. “F-Faster.”

You nodded and started moving faster on Levi causing the water to slosh out of the bath. You gasped when Levi thrust up into you. “Mm, that’s it, Levi.”

Levi gripped your thighs and began to thrust up into you with confidence. Ah, ah, mm, ngh.”

“Good boy.”

Levi shivered. “I am.”

You kissed him and purred. “You’re doing amazing. You feel so good.”

“I do?” His eyes lit up. “I really do?”

You nodded and moaned. “I’m close.”

He wrapped his arms around you and yanked you against his body before slipping down a little into the bath. He pounded himself in and out of you. “More. I n-need more.”

You tilted your head back and cried out in pleasure. “Levi. Your cock is incredible.”

Levi clenched his toes. “Sh-shit, n-no.” He gritted his teeth. “I c-can’t-.”

You gasped as Levi thrust hard and deep before cumming deep into you. You moaned in delight but felt a little shocked when he kept cumming. “Le-Levi.”

He pressed his face against your breasts and started bucking against you again. “M-More.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head. “A-Ah!” You gripped the edge of the bath. “Levi!”

He bit your breast a bit as he lost himself in the moment. “More.”

Shaking from pleasure the only thing you could do was hold onto the bath edge for dear life as you were ravaged by humanity’s strongest. You were impressed by Levi. You had slept with your ex before, who was also a virgin, but you never felt good and as soon as he came inside you he fell asleep and you were left with an aching between your legs and you had to finish yourself off. Levi was out of this world incredible. You’d never felt this good before with your ex, you were sure it was down to some deep connection you shared or Levi just had an incredible cock and stamina.

You screamed in pleasure as you felt your coil snap. “Ah!” You moaned in delight as the rush of euphoria consumed you. “Mm.”

Levi looked up and stilled his hips as he watched you bask in your orgasm. He smiled with pride knowing he did that to you. He called your name. “You’re incredible.”

You panted and slumped against Levi. “Y-You…Levi…”

Levi hugged you. “I want more.”

You pressed your hands against Levi’s chest. “S-slow.” You laughed a little. “I can’t believe I’m telling Mr virgin to slow down in the bedroom.”

He blushed. “S-Sorry, but I just…it’s so good.”

You giggled. “I’m glad you think that.”

Levi gazed at you. “Sh-shall we move to the bedroom?”

You nodded and climbed off Levi to see he was hard still. “Huh.”

“I uh…”

“It’s impressive.”

Levi climbed out of the bath and limped closer. “I s-still want you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Go meet me in the bedroom. I’ll clean up here.”

Levi limped to the door before stopping and looking back at you. He shivered as he saw you bend over and pull the plug. He eyed your glistening pussy lips and his cum leaking out of you. “Ngh.” He hurried up behind you. “I-I’m sorry, but I need you.”

You gasped when you felt Levi’s cock against you. You shivered as you felt your arousal increase. You shifted your legs a little. “Go ahead.”

Levi held his cock and moved his tip up and down your lips before pressing into you. He wrapped his arms around you before slamming himself in deep and moaning. “S-so good.” He kissed your back. “I’m addicted.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as Levi ravaged you again. The bathroom was filled with your desperate and pleasure-filled moans. Levi kept humping you until his leg started to hurt, so he carried you to bed and threw you on it before diving at you and taking you against the bed. You both kept going until you were aching and Levi’s leg was screaming in pain. So, you wrapped up in each other’s arms and fell asleep together. All of Levi’s worries about being a virgin were gone.

You woke up before Levi and hummed a little. You looked over at Levi and saw he was passed out and sleeping soundly. You wrapped up in some comfy clothes and checked the damage to Levi’s home from all the lovemaking. You cleaned up his bathroom and then let Bo out into the garden for his morning toilet break. You put some breakfast down for him and started making breakfast for yourself and Levi. You petted Bo and led him to the bedroom to see Levi was waking up due to you not being there.

You smiled a little. “Morning.”

Levi sat up and blushed hard. “Good morning. I uh, want to say sorry for yesterday. I lost control of myself.”

You sat down and kissed his cheek. “You didn’t lose control. You enjoy sex with me and I enjoy sex with you.”

Levi nodded. “Sex is incredible with you. I want to do it all the time.”

You placed a tray on his lap. “Same. Oh, but you need to rest today because of your leg.”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

You rubbed his chest. “We’ll have a nice relaxing day.”

“Perfect.”

You offered him meds. “Take these and you should feel better.”

Levi kissed you and sighed. “Can’t you be my medicine?”

You giggled. “Smooth talker.”

“I try.” He smiled a little. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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pinkanonwrites · 2 years

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A request if you’re feeling up to it, any twst characters you want arguing with the mc (they’re both crushing in each other but it’s not gone anywhere so far) and the mc just gets frustrated and yells “YOU WANT TO FUCK ME SO BAD IT MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID”

PLEASE this is hilarious. I picked a handful of characters I thought it would be the most funny with.

GN! Reader, NSFW-ish (Only the topic, not the actual content of their replies)

"Please! You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid!"

"WHAT!?!" His voice hits a pitch usually only reserved for calling dogs. This is usually how your dynamic goes, to be honest, trading sharp words back and forth until you say something that sends Riddle into a spiral of fluster and embarrassment, barely able to string together coherent sentences in his adorable rage. This is just... A new level for him. You've seen Riddle get red, but this is red.

He can't help it, he instinctively casts his signature spell on you. Doesn't matter if you've got magic or not, that "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" is already leaving his lips and leaving a massive, heart-shaped collar hanging from your neck. It's his natural argument-ender, though the connotations in this particular case are much more embarrassing than usual.

He's tossing and turning all night that night, constantly playing back those words falling from your lips and sending him once again down a spiral of heat and humiliation. This cracked open a door in his mind he'd been desperately trying to avoid opening, a big locked door labelled 'REPRESSED FEELINGS' and now he has no clue how he's gonna talk to you like a regular human being the next time he sees you.

Chokes on his tea mid-sip, having brought it to his lips to punctuate his sentence as a final "I got you." Little did he know you had the most Azul-breaking retort locked and loaded, and you only needed a few little words to completely shut down all higher function in his brain. Nd now he's got tea all down the front of his clean-pressed white shirt. Lovely.

You're probably too busy laughing at his spit take to see just how completely embarrassed he was, both by your statement and his retort. "I-I will be charging you for the dry cleaning bill!" He snaps back, but that only makes you laugh harder. God, he must be so red. Is it hot in here? Why is it so damn hot in here? The fluster seems to stay with him, a hint of red high on his cheeks for the rest of the day.

Every time he talks to you from that point on that interaction is gonna be lurking in the back of his mind. Just snickering evilly and waiting for the moment he lets his guard down so it can fluster him all over again. But it's for the best, because it does eventually get him to finally start prodding that the unfamiliar emotions he feels for you, carefully unraveling them to decipher just what they are and how he wants to handle them.

You stop this boy dead in the middle of his sentence, and if he's carrying anything he's definitely going to drop it. Sure, your playful bickering/flirting could get a bit heated from time to time, but Epel never expected you to pull that one on him.

"Y-You wish!" He tries to retort, but the clearly embarrassed pause was there way too long for both of you to not consider the connotations. "...Anyway I gotta go I'll text ya later bye!" He makes himself scarce as quickly as possible, if only so you can't see how red his cheeks are turning as he all but sprints away.

Once he's alone he's kicking himself though, for his inability to look any cooler or say anything smoother than a stuttered and clearly embarrassed response. Maybe if he'd had the perfect retort he could figure out where exactly the two of you landed in your weird flirt-fight relationship, and if there was anything that could nudge it over to the next stage. Nothing to do about it now though except cover his face with a pillow and yell until his voice went hoarse.

Add this phrase to the extensive list of "How to send Idia Shroud into cardiac arrest in twenty words or less." Because his retort is so panicked, so loud, and so laced with humiliated denial that it would be fair to assume that Idia certainly thought he was about to die, and just had to clear the air before he did.

He's shrieking and flailing in response, and you'd almost be a bit offended about how vehemently he denied the thought if it weren't for the fact that you knew already that Idia was just like this. He'll probably throw something at you if he's got something soft, a pillow or a plush from a favorite anime perhaps. It whips towards you with frightening accuracy, nearly taking you off your feet as Idia pulls the collar of his sweatshirt up to cover his blushing face. Not that it does much, considering you can see his flaming pink hair.

He's got cripplingly low self-esteem, to I think he feels dirty for even considering thinking about you in such a way, like he's tainting your image with his perverse thoughts alone. Unless you flat out tell him you like him it's doubtful to go anywhere, not because he can't read your signals but because he simply refuses to get his hopes up and risk humiliating himself.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #epel felmier #idia shroud #riddle x reader #azul x reader #epel x reader #idia x reader #twst headcanons #my writing #anon

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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TPC: Seungkwan and Jeonghan's friend swap Pt. 1

Full series

Pairing: Seungkwan x afab!reader

Genre: smut, mature themes

Word count: 4.7k

tags: awkward convos, mentions alcohol, shy!kwan, heavy pining, car sex, oral (give and receive), dirty talk, praise kink, pussy drunk!kwan, body worship, hair pulling, cum swallowing, squirting

Summary: Seungkwan likes Jeonghan's friend while Jeonghan is more than willing to be the perfect distraction to entertain Seungkwan's friend. Looks like they're switching besties for the night.

Please read on browser the app is being weird 😭

Tag list: @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon

Seungkwan had every right to be nervous tonight. This would be the first time he was breathing the same air as you outside a campus setting and he couldn't be more terrified. He had tried curating the perfect ensemble, nothing too much, nothing too casual, and all paired with floral musk cologne to seal the deal. Yet despite all that effort, he’d still turn to his closest friend an irritable amount of times for a second opinion, probably curating sweat stains while he's at it.

“I’ve told you no for the 20th time didn’t I?”

“Yeah, I know," he mumbles through his nerves, "I just. I don’t want them to think I’m a total dork or loser.”

They roll their eyes before taking either side of his shoulder, attempting to shake the jitters out of him. “You are fine, don’t worry. Look, they’re right there just go talk to them.”

He spots you instantly just as they mention, already talking amongst a crowd of people with a familiar figure standing beside you, slowly fading the smile that initially began to form. “Shoot, they’re with Jeonghan. That guy can be so intimidating. I can't."

They furrow their brows, squinting in the man’s direction, “What, that Tim Burton character? He’s nothing, you're fine. Just walk up to them. Say hi, or something.”

Seungkwan shakes his head frantically, feeling anxious tingling in his hands. “No way, I will shit my pants with that guy around.”

“Then, I’ll distract him, hmm? So then you can talk to Y/n and have nothing to worry about.”

"Really," he ask, eyes sparkling in gratitude, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, I would. Now just focus on getting some privacy and I'll handle the rest."

Seungkwan took their word for it, seeing their reliability in progress as they scoop Jeonghan's attention away almost immediately, dragging him to a corner of that that Seungkwan couldn't even make out despite watching. That leaves you on your own, sipping on your beer while you hummed to the music absentmindedly. In little steps, he trudges toward your side, politely greeting you when you finally meet eyes as you both rest against the bar counter. "Hi."

"Hey," you nod.

And in an instant, silence for all to hear it, louder than any of the songs playing in the background. You leisurely drink the beer you were handed moments ago, quietly watching Seungkwan internally panic in the corner of your eyes. You anticipated the words to come out of his mouth next, clueless about what’s about to come next.

"Having a good time?" he finally asks.

To which, you shrug, "Just got here."

"Right. Of course."

It was like you were playing the quiet game from your adolescent years and somehow you were both winning. Both of you kept matching awkward expressions: the same tight-lip smile, scrunched-up eyes that feigned having a good time, and tense shoulders that didn't show any sign of going down. You couldn’t look more like strangers.

“So.”

This was killing him. He had to say something. Anything.“So, how do you know the host?”

You politely grin. “They were in my calculus class, we traded notes sometimes. You go to our college too, don’t you? We took Queer and Gender studies together. Seungkwan.”

He nods excitedly, finally seeing this encounter go somewhere for the first time. “Yes, that’s how we know each other. So, how was that class for you?”

“Interesting, I guess. Good, educational. You?”

“Same, same.”

And then some more of that dreadful silence. For Seungkwan, this was the worse possible situation he could be in. Here he was, standing next to the person of his dreams, striking out entirely. He’s almost already planning his escape, looking for a scapegoat to quietly leave you alone without him looking like some loner freak that can’t talk to people without sweating buckets. Maybe it was better off that it ended at that. One painfully clumsy conversation at a party neither of you will remember again. Yeah, he wouldn’t have to remember this again, when in fact he knew it’d be all that he’d remember for months. The moment he failed before he could even try.

“So” your awkward chuckles breaking out between every deafening silence, “obviously this is going…swimmingly. I thought it might be good to point out I don’t really go to parties. Just thought I would go since I was invited and Jeonghan really wanted any excuse to drink, so, sorry for not providing the most stimulating conversation.”

Seungkwan shakes his head reassuringly, somewhat relieved that he wasn’t alone. “I don’t really party much either.”

“I kinda got that.” You laugh warmly.

“Sorry.” Seungkwan laughs along.

“Well, at least neither of us is awkward alone.”

Seungkwan feels himself loosen up, relaxing his smile after seeing yours. He looks at you you finish and tosses away the can from the corner of his eyes before conjuring up that you perhaps wouldn’t mind. “True, could be worse. But if you want…Maybe you wanted to get out of here? There’s a pretty cliff that overlooks the city not far off from here.”

You scoff, brows furrowing in feigned suspicion. “Not gonna lie…Sounds like the beginning of a murder.”

His eyes shoot open, putting out his hands to shake in front of himself defensively. “I swear it isn’t.”

“That’s exactly what a murderer would say.” You lightheartedly point out.

“I’d say trust me but that doesn’t sound exactly reassuring either, huh?”

God, your laugh was infectious and your smile was impossible for anyone to emulate. If he could serve it on a platter, he's had it as a last meal, and all because of him. He almost couldn't believe it, you found him funny.

“You know what, I'll take my chances. I weighed my options: I either have a great time or hey, I’ll be famous on the news of my death. Maybe. So you driving?”

Seungkwan, only having a faint idea at the time, would be wrapped around your finger more than he already had been. How he was gonna make it to the scenic location in one piece behind the wheel, he had no idea. His hands trembling to clutch on, his eyes tried to stay glued on the road in front of him but were unable to rest the pounding, almost audible, heart rate from his chest. You were a mere foot away from him with the console in between, radiating heat that he couldn’t help but fixate on.

Throughout the entire ride, he is just conscious of your presence humming along to the song on the radio under your breath. He didn’t have to look back to know how nice you smell: a mixture of cinnamon, cardamom, perhaps vanilla; or know whatever you wore held up in the right places, clinging to your body like a second skin, because he already memorized it the second he saw you. He only knew you from a distance, and now an awkward encounter, but for him, this didn’t feel like some normal crush. It has evolved into infatuation, and if he’s not careful, obsession.

"And here we are!" Seungkwan unbuckles his seat as quickly as he could to finally get out of the car, catching his breath.

"Wow, you were not kidding. You can see our whole town from here!”

You follow right after him to stand by the cliff, seeing the streetlights and bright signs of local businesses blink in in midst of the dark air, flurries of pedestrians coming in and out of each of them. You take in the sights despite having lived here all your life, seeing how different it is from this high up. There was nothing quite like this you’ve ever seen. Seungkwan glances back at you, soon enough remembering a blanket he left behind in the back seat. He goes to retrieve it, your eyes not tearing away from the sky, and only notices his return when to spread it out on the grass. "Here. Sit."

"Thanks," you pop a squat next to him, returning your view to the bustle of the busy streets, "you take a lot of people out here?"

"Not really," he protests, " I just like to come up here sometimes in overwhelming situations--" this overwhelming situation he happened to bring along with him "--It's usually a private place for me and my thoughts."

You watch him from the corner of your eyes, peering at him curiously. "So, why bring me?"

"Thought you would appreciate it."

You hum at that, not suspecting such a simple answer but give him a look of gratitude nonetheless. You share the sky together in silence, a healthy distance in between. It's funny, the silence was all he worried about at the party previously but now he could finally bask in it. He was even finding it soothing for a change. It was just you, him, the city, and the wind. You blink up at the air in admiration, breath taken away by the sights and the untold stories they hold, a movie-eques scene right in the town you reside in. “Wow.”

“Isn’t it?”

Seungkwan kept this place to himself for a long time before deciding to invite you. There was nothing like the view from up here that could compare to anything he’s ever seen better…until he caught a glimpse of you basking in the night sky. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect night.

“The stars are actually really pretty tonight. Probably better because we’re further away from the city’s pollution.” You chuckle to yourself.

Seungkwan wasn't familiar with that kind of humor typically, but at the moment found it pleasant, endearing even. They were signs of you opening up to him. Before he knew it, he was speaking his own mind, thinking if there was a time to do it, it’d be now. “Well, I think you’re prettier, even in the polluted air.”

You turn to him slowly in thought, an unreadable expression on your face, causing Seungkwan to regret even breathing in your direction. “…was that supposed to work like a pickup line?”

His mouth drops to respond, words breaking apart in his brain for sentences long enough to finally stammer, “I was gonna stop at ‘you’re prettier than the stars,’ but it felt wrong to ignore your commentary on pollution.”

You take a moment to process his answer before bursting out into laughter, cupping your hand over your mouth. Seungkwan slowly starts to laugh with you, building up his awkward smiles into full-on chuckles seeing the sincerity in your smile. “You’re a lot funnier than when you put out Seungkwan. Really thought you were all looks.”

His eyes shoot open, falling in disbelief. Were you being for real right now? “You thought I only had looks to offer? You’re kidding.”

You give him a sheepish smile, “Sorry, that sounded offensive now that I say it out loud.”

“Oh! Not that. Um, did you just indirectly call me good-looking?”

You roll your eyes, amused that he was making you repeat yourself, thinking it was an attempt to inflate his ego. As if he didn’t already know. “Well, it wasn’t indirectly.”

That left Seungkwan blushing, timidly playing with the tip of his fingers like a flustered schoolboy before clearing his throat, and containing himself. He tries relaxing back on the ground, laughing off your comment, drawing your attention. "Wow, that one beer is really hitting you right now."

You snicker. "I'm totally sober now.”

Seungkwan swallows down his drool, almost drowning in your watchful eyes. Your wolfish grin settles on your lips only getting closer to him when you realize he questions you with utter sincerity. Your hooded gaze pierces through his wide one like a predator latching on his prey and he wonders how he got here in the first place. Every bone in his body was at civil war, either telling him to take the chance now or forever lose them in the face of cowardice. It was strange how you made him feel this way.

“Well, if you mean what you say, then I meant what I said.”

“Hmm,” you watch amused, “How I’m prettier than the stars?”

“Yes.” He barely manages to breathe out before he thinks otherwise. “More than just the stars.”

Your smile fades slowly, a tension that grows between your both and with an eye lock neither of you can break from. “Is that right?”

Your body only scoots closer, hands tingling clasp over yours and the distance between either of your lips only seems smaller and smaller. You can even smell his breath from so close, emitting a sweetness of orange soda, eyes falling shut moments before the pillowy texture of his lips would ghost over yours. “If I was lying…you’d know.”

Somewhere in the distance, thunder claps and a droplet falls on the crown of Seungkwan's head. Within seconds, the sky betrays him and rains on his parade, having you both jump up in reflex. Seungkwan scoops up the blanket in a swift motion and uses it to umbrella you both, “Come on!”

Your figures run off to shield within his car’s backseats, one wet shoe at a time. Seungkwan abandons the dirty blanket to the ground, shaking off the rest of the bit of the rain from his hair. Your giggles echos feeling his splash hit your cheeks. Seungkwan’s laughs follows suit, reveling in the pure joy you emit despite being rained on, almost intoxicated by the spontaneity of this situation. Never in his life did Seunkwan expect to be in such close proximity with the most tantalizing person he’s ever laid his eyes on only to be rained on the same night, yet still laughing like it was the most fun he’s ever had on a Saturday night, and in this case, it might actually be true.

“Where did that rain even come from?”

Seungkwan shakes his head, a brightly lit smile on his face. “No idea.”

You run your hands through your dampened hair, peeking at Seungkwan through your loose strands, who was occupied by the mess mother nature creature rather than be concerned with what almost occurred moments ago. Can’t say you were surprised, he was avoidant almost all night together. Had you not taunted him you would’ve never seen that other side of him so quickly, nor would he have confirmed the feelings he’s been sitting on for as long as you were aware of the existence of each other. You had a lot of thoughts running through your head but one stayed precedence amongst the rest.

“Well, that sucks. Looks like we have to he–”

You tug him from his shirt to crash his lips into yours, blood pumping through your veins and traveling throughout your entire body. You want to devour this man. You had to have this man. There was nothing else at this moment that you wanted. There wasn’t a thing stopping you from taking it.

You hold on to him for dear life, mouth engorging on his, feeling insatiable. You had yourself digging his body against the bumpy surface of the car door, feeling his lips gradually reciprocate and grasp around your frame. You tug off the jacket from his body, feeling the heat of his body through his soft and supple skin, now goosebumps forming under your touch. You melt against him, finding yourself home in his embrace, teasing his lips, feeling his tongue. God, you never wanted anymore. “Y/n…”

Seungkwan wanted you desperately. It was unlike anything else he’s ever felt and could be more grateful you felt something too. Your kisses are sweet, your body feels incredible against his, and moans far perfect than anything he’s ever heard, yet, he feels himself resisting. His arms grow stiff, now pulling away from you, and dark thoughts settle in. A pang of unwarranted guilt drives you two apart, and Seungkwan finds the perseverance to pull away, seeing your eyes flit in disappointment. He knew what this was, or possibly could be. You were in your youth, maybe seeking adventure, freedom, and perhaps things he couldn’t provide for you. He wasn’t ready to have you, only to lose you.

“Y/n, I don’t…hook up, but I just really like you, and if all you want is sex—and I might be really stupid for saying this—but I don’t want to be the one to give it to you.”

You sigh, “Seungkwan—“

“I'm probably being such a loser right now—“

“Seungkwan, I like you too. I really, really like you too.”

He blinks back at you with uncertainty, wiping eyes like some cartoon character, making sure he’s seeing and hearing things right. “Really?”

“How many ‘reallys’ do you need to hear?” You joke. “I am not here because I just want sex with you, I do, but I do want to do more than that with you.”

You reconnect your kiss, feeling him tenderly return and patting back your damp hair, and he smiles against your lips, “me too.”

He takes a breath to collect himself before returning your energy, a hand clasped to your face. He runs a hand over your back, settling in the small of your back, while your knee bumps repeatedly against the crotch of his pants, his grunts vibrating in your ears. He rolls his body into yours, hands inching above your ass, compulsively a gentleman.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so polite. Crawling on top of him against the leather cushions, you begin palming the fabric over his bulge, moaning carnally over his mouth and hearing him softly gasp the more pressure you release. His body goes limp under your touch, digging his well-groomed nails into your flesh, almost like a warning. “Y/n…”

“You’re so cute,” You gush, running a hand over his thigh, “It makes me wanna take you whole in my mouth.”

“F-fuck, Y/n. I—“

“I promise I’ll take care of you.” You gingerly take apart the close of his pants, pull them over to his knees, and rub the shape of his cock through his boxers.

Seungkwan gulps nervously, loosening the neckline of his shirt. “Well, since you promised.”

You give him an amused grin before pulling the boxers down and have his cock spring out, watching it twitch into view. Your jaw drops in awe, brushing your finger from the tip to base, sizing it in your hand. “Wow…”

“Now you’re making me self-conscious,” he nervously chuckles, “I’m kind of used to sex in the dark. Less judgment that way.”

“I don’t think you have anything to be worried about, Seungkwan.”

He laughs to himself in disbelief, “You’re just saying that—“

“I’m really not,” You insist sternly, “Man, I have to show you, don’t I?”

You fold your legs to center between his legs, head dipping down to reach his base, and your tongue gently meets his soft pair before licking up his shaft. That sent Seungkwan to a moment of shock, a moan caught in his throat. Your free hand creeps under his shirt, trailing your nails over his toned abdomen, feeling him flex in reaction. Kitten licks teasing the slit and around the perimeter before your lips wrap around the head, sucking until you’ve covered half the surface of his length. Seungkwan slouches, arching his back, propping himself against the door to be sure he has a view, damn was it a good view. “S-shit.”

“Your cock is so pretty, Seungkwan.” You kiss up his length, enjoying how his girth stretches your mouth when you hold his size, and squeezing around only to push it back out, having Seungkwan burst out in anguish, “And it’s all mine isn’t it?”

He pushes out a hard gust of air from his lung, feeling his heart pound against his rib cage while his cheeks turn a shy pink. His eyes flutter rapidly, getting in tune with the pleasure you put out, but is able to barely make out the image in front of him until he meets your eyes piercing right through him, rendering him soft and malleable. He tenses in your presence, legs periodically twitching, and sputtering nonsense like it's its own language. “All yours…fuck.”

Your laughter mocks him, bobbing against its shape. You had planned on deep-throating him until you’re sure you’re suffocating and found you successful when your vision blur, eventually a dribble of your saliva stretches from your chin to his cock as you pull away. “You’re so hard for me…I can even feel you in the back of my throat.”

Groaning rather loudly he instinctively jerks his hips in your mouth, hand running through your hair and guiding you gently, whimpering as you tell him sweet pleasantries that tickle his skin. Your eyes gaze up at his softly, lids dropping to create an allure, followed by the wet sounds of his length being plunged back and forth. The harder you pushed the longer your pupil would vanish behind your skull as you’re sinking down to his crotch, bobbing down until you’re gagging, coughing, and spitting his length out of your mouth out of necessity. You create a perfect gloss on your lips, your spit splattering out inconsistently as your hands replace your mouth's absence, a thick sheen coating him delectably. You were a mess, but even better, a mess for him. “You like that…you like me gagging on your cock?”

Seungkwan nods gratefully, curling a strand of hair behind your ear, “You look so good…taking me like that…feel good too…”

His drool continues to get stuck in his throat, palm drilling into the leather and he feels so close he can almost taste it. His hips twitch uncontrollably, his knees writhing to hold your head closer to him, and his voice finally gives in. “I’m…gonna cum…”

You take deep strokes, angling him on the center of your tongue. “Jerk it off for me. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

“Y/n, you’re killing me,” he whines.

You take one of his hands and cover it against yours, giving him control to change the speed, “Do it, I want you to see how much I want it…cum in my mouth please…”

Seungkwan felt like his mouth was pried open, gasping in relief as the tension caused by your eager hands and your obscene mouth rushed to the center of his cock and he jerks in pulses, bucking his hips in immense arousal, “Y/n…God…fuck! Fuck!”

Seungkwan pushes your head against the base of his shaft and hot streams of white shoot directly into your throat pipe. He forces his eyes open to watch you swallow his production with a smile on your lips, sucking the last bit of cum from the head of the cock, having spit and dribble border your cheeks. His body can finally rest, head hitting the window as he stroked your hair in pride and admiration, a permanent tired smile on his face, “You’re incredible.”

“Thank you,” You giggle and pull yourself up to catch some of the vicious liquid from your face with napkins from the cup holder. “We should probably get back soon. Let them both know we’re okay.”

He grasps your wrists in a sense of urgency, pink still on his cheeks but determination in his eyes, “Wait, I want to return the favor. Please.”

“You’re not tired?” You ask in concern, “You came a lot if I’m being honest.”

Hearing that, he shields his face, glancing down at his lap, “I don’t have much experience honestly, but if you’d let me, I’d really like to eat you out.”

“Well, okay then,” You chuckle anxiously before pulling down your pants.

You prop yourself in a comfortable position, where he had plenty of room to lie. He places himself in between to caress the fabric of your undergarment, thumbing over your inner thigh. You watch how shaky he is and you swear he looks like he’s never even been near one of these before. You finger through his hair, petting the top of his head. “Take it slow if you need to.”

“I know I look nervous, I just…I’ve thought about this more than I’d like to admit.” He confesses, momentarily parting his bangs.

“Mmh, have y—oh…”

He doesn’t let you finish, already settling his mouth over the wet spot on your underwear, licking it in hopes of getting a taste. His cheeks press against your thigh, hot tongue teases your heat through the cotton barrier between you and him, getting a sense of skill level. You groan down at him in encouragement, twirling his wet hair between your fingers.

Impatiently, he tugs the elastic from your hips and pulls them off your body. He faces your entrances, committing it to memory, and lets his thumb sink into your slit. He draws his jaw, mouth-watering as his digit gets slowly swallowed by your folds. He replaces it soon with an index, joining with his middle, and coats them, an anticipating mewl leaving your lips.

His patience visibly runs thin as his arms then slink around your legs and tug you against his mouth, earning your well-deserved gasp. He mouths your folds, tongue brushing between your divide slowly and carefully before he daggers your entrance, his nose pressing up against your clit. You prop your legs on either side of him, tensing up your abdomen, and your fingers run deep through his hair. You catch a hint of his bashful smile, sighing peacefully against your heat.

“The way I dreamt about worshiping this pussy…Worshiping you.”

You can’t help but let out a throaty moan, trembling under his care to every inch of your core. He heavy-handedly strokes your thighs, burying his face until he loses sense of his other surroundings, only knowing the pulsing sensation of your cunt on his tongue. You clench in your stomach, toes physically curling while your heel digs into your seat. “Mmh, Kwan…”

You muffle his moans between your thighs, his pants tickling your thighs. You clutch at him with a lack of remorse, the stripes he runs are impossible to ignore. Your moans raspy and sweet, overtook the sound of rain, fogging the windows with your hot breath.

You clench the back of his head to hold him still, unknowingly driving him to the brink of insanity. Breathing you in took more control than Seungkwan realized. As soon he got that initial taste, he knew he wouldn’t get enough of you, plaguing his head with your pussy and only your pussy. He’d be a slave to it, condemned to please it, and wouldn’t be satisfied if he didn’t get the same hair pulling, the same strained moans, or inconsistent buckling of your hips. He just wanted you more and more, using him how you see fit, making his sole purpose to catch your cum.

“Yes please, ride my face,” he gasps as you grind against his mouth, legs hooking him by his shoulders.

All you knew and could feel was the heat of his tongue, wrecking you senselessly. It was illegal to feel this good. If anything, you thought you had outdone yourself today, only to realize too late that Seungkwan would show you a fair match. If his mouth could do this, what could his dick feel like?

You shut your eyes, exasperated groans escape you. You cry out his name: feeling the harsh movement of your hips before your jaw is locked open and your aroused rambles flow out of you like water. “I’m—I—“

“Want you to cum all over my face…Please cover me…I want it. I want you to. Won’t you do it… for me?”

You feel a release and none like it before. Fluid sprays in all directions, urging Seungkwan to suck hard and flick against your bud faster. He laps up your climax, not minding how it ruins the interior of the car. Your body perks up from the seat until you’re empty, dampening Seungkwan's cheek, trailing down to his shirt from more than the rain, and filling his mouth with more than just cum. He moans into your core, collecting you in his mouth, and as good as it felt, you were stunned.

“I-I am so, so sorry. I didn’t know I could do that. I’ve, um, never squirted until now.”

You feel the shake of his head, fingers hooked into your walls, and still rummaging in you; Seungkwan picks himself up to face you. His kind eyes trace over the guilty expression on your face, and he leans closer, pressing a soft chaste kiss against your lips. “I don’t mind, because I want to see you do it again.”

#svthub #Seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #Seungkwan #boo seungkwan #seventeen seungkwan #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #seventeen scenarios #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x you #boo seungkwan x you #seungkwan fanfic

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 1 year

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Celestia, Miu and Kyoko with an S/O who's the opposite of them personality wise and everyone is like you two are dating? Why? Since the reader is bright bubbly and kind while Celestia and Kyoko are more on the cold and calcuting side and Miu is just straight up rude. When asked reader just says they just find Said girl cute not knowing the girlfriend is listening in secret

Your wish is my command!

(You have no Idea how tempted I was to make the reader this perfect saint in public but as soon as they’re alone with Miu they become this flirty seducer that loves to tease her)

Celestia Ludenberg

Honestly?

She’s just as confused as everyone else

Why in the world would someone like “you” be with someone like “her”

Initially when you started to show interest she thought you were after her money

She quickly learned this wasn’t the case when you won and traded in a truly ridiculous amount of money in the form of poker chips for a date with her

Just for this she promoted you two ranks

She quickly promoted you up another rank in the same week when you gave her a full box of Rose Hip Tea

This continued for the next year or so until you became one of the few A-ranks

And the whole time people would ask “Why are you with her of all people!?” and Celestia had to physically restrain herself from asking the very same question nearly every day

She was driving herself mad over it

Over how you were nearly perfect for her in every way

When she was frustrated you could easily calm her

When she was happy you praised her

When she was cold and cruel you would warm her heart

She simultaneously loves it and is completely flabbergasted by it

And then one day when she was finally going to ask (read: force you) to tell her why you were with her she saw you speaking to your best friend aside from her

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“So, my sibling in Christ, why in the world are you with Ludenberg!?” Your friend exclaimed

Then without even a hint of hesitation in your voice you said “Because she’s cute”

Celestia then fell from the corner she was peering around and onto the ground unfitting of a lady of her stature before scrambling to her feet with her face flushed the same color of red as her eyes before sprinting as fast as she could to her room and slamming the door behind her.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Oh god

Oh fuck

Oh god

Oh fuck

Oh god

Oh fuck

Oh god

Oh fuck

Oh god

Oh fuck

YOU CALLED HER CUTE

BUT SHE’S BEEN CALLED CUTE BEFORE BY OTHER PEOPLE AND SHE HAD NOTHING CLOSE TO THIS SORT OF REACTION!!!

SHE’S THE GODDAMN QUEEN OF LIARS!!!

SHE’S KNOWN AND FEARED WORLD WIDE FOR HER ABILITY TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE!!!

AND YET HER SHE IS CURSING LIKE A SAILOR IN HER OWN HEAD AND BLUSHING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL BECAUSE YOU CALLED HER CUTE!!!

WHY ARE YOU SO SPECIAL!!!

Celestia then turned on her heels and nearly tore her door of their hinges and stomped down to you before dragging you off to her room

She will get the reason you are so special out of you

One way or another

Miu Iruma

She is so completely smitten with you

It’s hilarious how much of a simp she is

Or it would be if she wasn’t constantly trying to cave anyone who looked at you funny heads in with one of her wrenches while screaming obscenities

The amount of bodies you’ve had to help her dispose of is truly astounding

Not to mention she’s mean as a snake and has a razor sharp tongue

Everyone who knows you is deeply concerned with your taste in women

But you always respond with “Don’t worry it’s fine, she could never hurt me!”

“The rest of you however…” was left unsaid

So one day when a friend of yours asked why you were with her Miu decided to see what you would say with one of her handy bugs

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“We’ve known each other for years, yeah?” Your friend asked as they took a sip of the drink you made for them

“Yeah…?” You responded confused by your friend's question.

“So… ah fuck it i’m going to just stop beating around the bush and get straight to the godamn point, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WITH IRUMA!?!?!”

“She’s cute as a button” was your reply

Your friend fell onto their face and Miu fell out of her chair

“WHAT!” Both Miu and your Friend shouted in tandem despite being separated by the soundproofing material in Miu’s workshop

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

You thought she was cute!

I mean she knows she’s hot AF

BUT CUTE!

AS A BUTTON!!

THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED!!!

You know what that means!

Time for you to be dragged off by a demented inventor to god knows where!

Kyoko Kirigiri

Most people don’t actually mind Kyoko

I mean sure she’s aloof

But she’s not to the point where people are worried about your mental state due to your preference in women

That said

There are a lot of people who are confused about your relationship

More specifically how the two of you work despite your wildly differing personalities

That and how in the world you learn to speak Kyoko Kirigiri

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Kyoko glared at the menu before “Hmm-ing”

“I’m sorry, do you mind repeating that?” The worker asked.

“She said wants a triple quarter pounder with cheese, pickles, extra sauces, a two spicy chicken with your spiciest sauce and pickles, large fries and a large soda” You translated

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

How the fuck do get THAT from a godamn “Hmm”

And how the fuck did Kyoko eat all of that!

Spoiler: no one will ever know

Even your best friend who is one of the people who doesn’t quite understand your relationship

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“I don’t really understand you and Kyoko” Your friend admitted

“Why?” Why you asked

“It’s just… the two of you are so different that's all” Your friend said before continuing by asking “Maybe if you told me what got you into her I’d get a better feeling about why the two of you like each other?”

“Oh that’s simple! She’s cute!” you exclaimed

A large crash was heard nearby

“What in the hell was that!?” your friend exclaimed

The two of you never figured it out

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The next time you saw Kyoko she was without her trademark gloves which you have only ever seen her without a handful of times.

From that day onwards whenever the two of you were alone together she never wore them

#celestia ludenburg x reader #miu iruma x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader #danganropa x reader #danganropa #danganropa x you

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The Fate of the Cards

A/N: AHHH. Okay, despite all the requests I gotta do, I THINK THIS IS A PERFECT PROJECT TO COME BACK ON. THIS IS MY PART IN A ART/WRITING TRADE WITH @giggly-toybox WHO IS A SWEETHEART. Genuinely give them a follow. BUT! They’re the biggest Basil Hawkins and X Drake fan around, and they deserve some fun shenanigans 😤 BUT THANK YOU FOR THE PATIENCE AND I APOLOGIZE IF ITS SHORT. And I hope you enjoy very much🫶🫶

Ah, yes, The Supernovas, otherwise known as the worst generation, were known to be… aggressive. Monstrous pirates of thieves and brutality… similar to the warlords in a weird way, except the worst generation weren’t Government dogs.

Not that most warlord’s did their jobs anyways… But that’s besides the point.

The point is that the supernovas were brutal pirates who wouldn’t team up for nothing. Not a chance. At least that’s what most would assume. Yet, here they were, Basil Hawkins, the blonde who happened to enjoy tarot card readings, and X Drake, the former marine who swapped sides and who’s since been a pirate.

These two were… reasonable enough to get together and make a strange sort of team despite differences. Although they argued a bit. Drake was more quiet, so was Hawkins… but Hawkins certainly didn’t hesitate to ask questions and came across as harsh. But didn’t most Captains? Especially since X Drake would give him the same attitude back.

“Relax, Hawkins.” X spoke with his usual calm, dead serious tone. While Hawkins typically had that same tone, Drake managed to get him worked up. Over what you may ask? “I refuse to believe that you won fair and square.” Basil accused harshly. This wasn’t what he predicted after all! It had to be cheating!

“Then keep not believing it. Doesn’t make it any less true.” The former Rear Admiral spoke with a careless tone, scoffing in slight disbelief. “Are you actually upset?” Hawkins shot a glare towards the man in response, making it clear he was upset.

“…Oh come on.” X spoke with a deadpan tone, but nodded slowly. “Lighten up, Hawkins, I don’t want to—“ He was cut short by the tarot reader tossing the poker cards of sorts at him.

Silence… a long… dreading… moment of silence.

“Basil Hawkins.”

“…If I had to assume, something tells me that was the wrong choice.” Hawkins spoke calmly, but his eyes showed uncertainty. Was this supposed to be what his previous reading was about?

Drake kept his cold stare as Hawkins slowly shifted his foot, ready to dash if the situation called for it.

“Do those cards tell you when to run? Because only a fool would sit here.” X Drake spoke.

“…Does that mean—“ “yes, it means run!” And suddenly, the zoan devil fruit user dashed forward, and if Hawkins didn’t go in slight shock, he would’ve squawked. However, he didn’t! Instead, he had let out a much more manly noise! Instead of a squawk, he gasped dramatically and then yelped like a dog as he stumbled backwards and began to run.

The long haired Blondie found himself rushing around a room, practically playing tag and using a structure for ‘protection’ so you can’t be tagged. Except this wasn’t tag, in fact, it was cat and mouse. And Basil had no clue what happened when the cat caught him, the mouse.

“You… idiot—! Woah—!” Hawkins spoke with a strong spike of frantic nature in his tone as Drake attempted to fool him by double backing around the couch. “Don’t be stupid—! Stop playing this game!” Basil spoke harshly, attempting to be intimidating and tough.

“You accused me of cheating, I don’t take it lightly. And that was before throwing cards at me.” “You had to cheat—!” The paramecia devil fruit user accused. Which the man who had reddish-brown hair inhaled, before giving a slight smile.

“Accuse me of it, and I’ll do it—!” He claimed, suddenly jumping over the couch, his cape/cloak flowing in the force and wind from his dash and jump, and he almost tackling Basil, wrapping his arms around him as they stumbled together, Hawkins almost fell down as Drake caught both him and the card reader, getting strength in his position and firm in his stance.

And they were stable.

And silent. Hawkins didn’t want to say a word. No. He couldn’t. Or else the reddish-brown haired man would strike—

Suddenly, out of the blue, the man began to feel giggles bubbling in his throat, a smile twitching on his face, his body even feeling that tingly feeling, causing him to squirm. “H-Hehey—!” Hawkins reflectively squirmed upon recognizing the feeling. A ticklish feeling caused by the ‘former’ marine’s fingers.

“Didn’t run well enough.” Drake claimed cleverly before his fingers spidered up ‘the magician’s’ sides and ribs, causing the man to panic and finally let out built up bubbly giggles.

“Y-You’re sohoho insuhufferable!” Hawkins scolds, attempting to remain tough despite it failing miserably. He was a bunch of giggles! And now that the giggle dam broke, it couldn’t stop.

But in response to his tough reply, X decided the best course of action was simple, his fingers teased and tapped across his ribs, occasionally making a stop to scribble between and on the sensitive nerves through there, causing a small squeak followed by soft giggling, and Basil squirming side to side, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Q-Quhuhuit it! Yohou’re a evil, awfuhuhul man—!” The insults kept flowing, and suddenly, Drake moved his hands, making them crawl up to his neck and spidering around his neck. Those feelings across Hawkins neck made him straighten up his hunched over posture and squeal, causing chuckles and a small soft laugh.

“Apologize.” Drake required in exchange for mercy.

However, the fellow pirate was quite stubborn! He refused, shaking his head and grabbing at the ‘X’ tattooed man’s hands in a strong attempt to win. “N-Nehever!” The man in the white wavy sleeved shirt stuck up his nose, showing strength…

Until the marine strikes right at his stomach, scribbling and wiggling his fingers across it, causing the almost electric sensations to spike. And within seconds, that brave face was a smiling one at the least, Hawkins laughing out as he slowly went to the floor, throwing his head back in laughter.

While he squealed, his actual laugh was deeper. Granted, it wasn’t as deep as his speaking voice, but it was still deeper than those girly and sweet squeals and squeaks that only a group of mice could hear.

Drake however was amused by it, his fingers moving quick and effectively, causing the man to squirm and curl up, practically rolling around.

“DRAKE—!” He called out, squeezing his eyes shut with a sweet smile, kicking his legs a little bit as he felt those fingers scribble and poke at his belly, causing more cackles and laughs. “PLEHEASE—!” The blondie softly spoke, his voice weak due to his breathless laughter.

“Hm.” Drake acknowledged, sitting on the man’s legs to prevent him from rushing off, but his fingers stopped. His hands pulled away as the man giggled breathlessly, his hair messily in his face.

“Y-You’re ehevil—!” “I could be worse.” The man reminds the giggling blonde pirate, who begrudgingly agreed. “…But I have no doubt you cheated.” Hawkins states, a wobbly smile upon his face.

…He was still on about this?

Admittedly… Drake wasn’t completely honest. His morals were honorable, but he may of… fibbed and happened to rig the cards in his favor. He was just surprised that the man who always had cards in his hand noticed so fast, or rather was consistent in his accusations.

But due to the man being so quick on his feet and keeping up his accusations, Drake felt himself get… flustered.

“No denial—!” Basil spoke out, causing Drake to immediately claw his hands at the soft tummy, causing the man with the power of straw to start laughing with a happy tone, he certainly wasn’t opposed to this currently. “I’ll shut you up! No cheating was involved.” The darkly dressed man who happened to wear a feathered hat spoke with authority… although a smile grew on his face as he kept tickling Hawkins.

“qUHUHUIT—! BUFFOON!” Hawkins yelped, squealing before scrunching his nose up, a bright smile on his face. “Apologize, then say I won fair and square.”

And the tickling ensued due to stubbornness, the blonde shaking his head before laughing, using his hands to cover his mouth, refusing to show his smile now, his laughter still vocal and quite lovely to listen to even if muffled.

But, during that monent, Drake striked by wiggling a finger right into his belly button, causing a snort to suddenly come from the usually cynical man’s throat. With that, more laughter flowed from Basil’s mouth, a finger teasing and tickling right at his belly button. It was driving him crazy!

But it stopped, causing the magician to slowly open his eyes, shocked it stopped. But the moment he opened his eyes, the zoan user lifted his shirt and brushed a feather across his belly, causing a squeaky sound of a laugh to leave his throat, and immediately. He caved.

“eHEHE—! IT’S FAHAIR!”

Yelled the tarot reader, causing the man holding a feather to raise a brow. “Hm?”

“…And I’m… begrudgingly sorry.” Hawkins spoke softly with a huff.

“Much better.” And for good measure, Drake gave him a congratulations stroke from the feather in his hand, causing the straw-man to tumble over with a small laugh, causing him to hold his belly to attempt to block tickles. “T-THAHAT’S ENough—!” He exclaimed with a laugh, his hands batting at him now.

And with a nod, the reddish-brown haired man moved off his legs, letting his breathing even out… and finally… he relaxed. They both relaxed in silence. Hawkins was sprawled out on the floor, and Drake sat calmly nearby…

“…I did cheat.”

“…” and a slow head turn with a glare occurred, and within a moment, the blonde was on top of Drake. “You’ll pay for feeding into a delusion!”

As dramatic and loud as his wording was, it was silly… and X Drake found enjoyment in challenging Hawkins… as for Hawkins… if anyone were to tickle him, he supposed it’d be best for it to be him…

Especially when he could get his revenge.

#one piece #one piece tickles #one piece tickle fic #fluff #sfw tickling community #sfw #tickle fluff #lee!Hawkins #lee!BasilHawkins #ticklish!Hawkins #ticklish!BasilHawkins #ler!XDrake #one piece tickle #tickle writing #op tickles #op

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This in response to @uldahstreetrat ‘s ‘what would be your wol/oc's perfect date?’ post. I wrote a whole thing and I didn’t want to just throw it under a reblog (I’ll still reblog the post, don’t you worry!)

Caution: This vignette is 100% indulgent, day-dreamy, wolmeric, marshmallow fluff. It’s so sweet it makes my teeth hurt.

[Original Post Here]

The Perfect Date

Aymeric and Ajisai would meet for tea and sweets at the café hidden in an alleyway. It’s a small building; its windows open up to the Sea of Clouds and it’s like being lost in the sky. It is perfect because the owner, Nata’li, knows of the Warrior of Light and the Lord Commander, but he has never seen their faces, so here, they are simply Aymeric and Ajisai.

They’ll sit at a little table by the window, a cracked blue cup filled with Halone Gerbera at its center. The flowers’ soft, white petals open wide to cheery, yellow centers that beam at them like old friends. Aymeric will tell her the story of how they came to be known as the ‘Fury’s favored flower’ as he pulls out a chair for her. He’ll laugh when she pulls out his chair with theatrical flair.

Nata'li will bring them a pot of tea; it’s a Far Eastern blend—a black tea, slightly smoky, with a citrusy edge. Ajisai likes it best with steamed milk and a bit of vanilla; Aymeric will add a few drops of birch syrup. They’ll take their tea with lavender shortbreads, sweet crumbs clinging to their fingers as they chat about nothing and everything all at once.

When their teacups are emptied and the shortbreads are long gone, they’ll linger as if ignoring time will preserve this dream in amber. They’ll trade little pieces of themselves in stories and laughter until Nata’li shoos them out.

“I open in the morning,” the Miqo'te will say with exasperated affection, “Go, be in love elsewhere and tomorrow I welcome you back, hm?”

But they won’t want the night to end, so they’ll stretch it out a bit longer, take the long way back to Ajisai’s little house. When they get there, she’ll open the door and ask if he’d like to come in for a moment, just to warm up before heading home. Aymeric will, because he always does, and they both know he’ll stay the night.

Ajisai’s home always smells of cinnamon sticks and evergreen, like a kitchen at Starlight. Books, notes, and sketches crowd every available surface, a trail of daydreams and research captured in charcoal and ink. They’ll both drink wine—too much wine.

Aymeric will carefully move her papers and books out of harm’s way. Then, he’ll ask her to dance, insistent even when she complains she doesn’t know how. When her eyes find his, gold lost in blue, he smiles, and she crumbles.

So they dance.

It’ll start with a simple waltz, a gentle, fairytale thing that sways to a song they feel rather than hear. It’ll end with the two of them holding each other close, spinning, and giggling until they’re too dizzy to keep going.

Then they’ll lay on the plush rug in her living room, fingers intertwined. Dreams will be traded between them like secrets—glimpses of a future they’re not sure belongs to them. It’s full of things like sleepy mornings wrapped in each other’s arms, handholding in the sunshine without fear of reproach, and the comfort of knowing their hearts’ home.

It’s so wonderful, so tangible they’ll start to think of how they could make it so. However, before either of them will find an idea, they’ll drift into spiced wine sleep, warm and content in a present that is already theirs.

#I hope you like it!#i had fun writing this #no gpose unfortunately because my pc has gone to the farm upstate #writingjar #Ajisai x Aymeric #ajisaijar #ffxiv fanfic #ffxiv fic #wolmeric #aymeric #ser aymeric #Aymeric de Borel #aymeric x wol

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Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 1202

The discolored snow began to melt away, transforming into water and seeping into the Earth below, as the blossoms of spring sprouts from the dead. It was the calling of a new chapter for Jackson. Another day of surviving and wondering if the end will come shortly. The community thrived throughout the harsh winter nights till the chirping of birds awoke the land before dawn.

The hunters arrived at the gates with fresh game. A few rabbits, caught by the snares placed before the beginning of winter, still donning their winter coats, and a large deer. The rabbits would be used for a stew and the deer would be turned into jerky. You began to prep the deer before stuffing it into the freezer, where it would be kept for a minimum of 30 days (about 4 and a half weeks), killing off any potential parasite and their eggs. You made a note to steam them before placing them into your dehydrator. It was a necessary precaution.

You placed several empty barrels around your place, in attempts to capture as much rainwater as possible, for yourself and the greenhouses. Tommy, despite your persistence, decided he owed you a favor. Maria had to get it through his thick head that he owed you nothing. You were just supplying the community, Joel and Ellie, some items for their journey. It was nothing fantastical or revolutionary. You were just trying to be a good person.

Maria offered you a trade: a bag of almonds for a bag of fruit chips. You accepted the trade and thanked her. You pondered over what to do with the almonds before coming up with a decision. Almond milk and almond flour would do. You soaked the almonds in cool water and placed them in the fridge before continuing with your day.

As the sun began to set, the dimming colors faded as the darkness approached. The moon resurfacing as the sun dwindles away. The myriad of stars, shining brightly in the distance, encapsulate the night sky. The time before the outbreak diminished the beauty of the world outside of Earth. Smearing away the perfection nature had gifted so generously.

You laid down, piercing into the staggering brilliance of the starry night sky, on the top of your bus as you appreciated the little life had to offer. Unfortunately, you’ve only begun to cherish such beauty since after the outbreak had occurred. It was a regret that’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.

“Enjoying the view?” Tommy walked up towards your home. It was no surprise to anyone from Jackson that you usually stargazed on top of your bus.

“It’s breathtaking.” It was more colorful than you could ever imagine. Not as much as you would like because of the constant use of lights from Jackson but enough for you to see most of the radiance. “What are you doing here?”

Tommy never visits you at night or alone. He’s always accompanied by his wife. He laughs, “Maria finished the bag of fruit chips you traded with her. She sent me out to get another.”

He laughs, “Maria wanted more fruit chips. She finished the bag you’ve gave her and sent me to get some more. I brought a bag of strawberries. They’re fresh.” Strawberry jam or syrup sounds delicious.

“Deal.” She climbed down onto the second floor of the bus and searched for the bag of fruit chips. Once she found one, she rushed down to give it to Tommy. “Here you go. Hope Maria likes it.”

Tommy gave a grateful look, “Thank you.” Handing her the strawberries, he offered her a good night.

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You didn’t think they would come back to Jackson. Joel and Ellie surprised you the next morning as you tended to your garden. You saw a glimpse of the girl walking around town with Joel strolling behind her. They were exploring, getting to know their new home, if they decided to stay permanently.

“[Reader], right?” You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Ellie. She was standing around your garden, eyeing the plants you’ve decided to grow on your own. The sun was blaring in your face as you looked up at her.

“Good to see you again.” You sent her a smile.

“You do know there are greenhouses here.” It was more of a statement rather than a question. It sparked a genuine laugh from you.

“I’m used to doing things on my own.” You stated, “Almost reminds me of the days before the outbreak.” You loved to garden whenever the time arose. It was your coping mechanism and the food tasted divine coming straight from your garden rather than the store. Farmers markets were also expensive, so you’d rather spend your energy growing fruits, herbs and vegetables in the backyard you once owned.

“Where did you get the beef jerky?” Ellie fidgeted slightly, “I asked Maria... she just sent me to you.”

“I make them.”

“Really?”

You nodded before preparing yourself to stand up, “I was thinking of making almond milk. Would you like a cup?” It had been 24 hours since you’ve left the almonds soaking in the water. It was time to take them out.

“Almond milk?”

“Come on kid,” You gestured for her to go inside, “I’ll teach ya.” Ellie watched you clean your hands before walking towards the fridge. “You must soak them in cool water overnight and drain them afterwards. There are only two ingredients: almonds and water. Really simple.” She watched closely as you placed the almonds into the blender with several cups of water. You let the mixture blend for a minute or two before grabbing a nut milk bag. “This will make sure no pulp will get through with the milk.”

“What do you do with the pulp?” She watched you squeeze the milk out.

“You can turn it into almond flour.” Once you were done, you poured a glass of milk for her and yourself. “Enjoy.” You both took a sip out of your cups simultaneously.

“This is delicious.” Ellie exclaimed as she most likely never had milk made from almonds. “And it’s so easy to make. Never would have thought.”

“Not many people thought to make their own milk. It was too much work and most bought it in-store if they had extra money to spend.” You explained. Almond milk cost a lot and homemade milk had to be consumed fast. It didn’t last very long in the fridge.

“What else do you know how to make?” Ellie questioned. She thought of you as a reservoir of knowledge. Seeing as you’ve made milk out of water and almonds. It tasted amazing and didn’t need a cow.

“I know how to make a lot of things: jam, flour, beef jerky, dehydrated fruit chips. There’s a lot of people can make in the apocalypse. If they have the space, the environment, the know-how., and the equipment.”

“Wow.” Her eyes lit up in amazement, “Can you show me how? Or can I bring you the ingredients and we can work together?”

“I’d like that.”

“I can’t wait to tell Joel about what you showed me.” She uttered, “It’ll blow his fucking mind.”

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#joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us tv series #the last of us show #joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #pedro pascal #joel miller tlou #ellie tlou #joel miller one shot

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 6 months

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Soul Mates: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Summary: A man is accused of rape and kidnapping in another state, so he moved across the country to get away from those allegations. Now, the same thing is happening but this time, it might very well be true.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"Don't let him rile you up."

"We're just trading punches. He's watching the clock and waiting for his bail to be posted."

You, Rossi, and Derek meet in the main room to see if Spencer found out anything more about the partner.

"Do you have something?"

"One day, the partner wrote, 'I feel like such an outsider. No one understands me. I watch them chase their little spawns with the same old conversations. Nothing stimulates me'."

"It sounds like a party with kids, and somebody was not happy to be there."

"This is it. It's buried in a later entry, but he's talking about the first time they met."

Derek takes the papers and heads back to Will who doesn't react to his presence.

"I looked across the room, and everything changed. The only spark in my day. It feels so good, so free, so right," Derek reads. "You moved here six months ago. You met him sometime after that, didn't you?"

Will looks down to avoid Derek's eyes, and you get another image of Will and his partner. This time, they're both at a community barbecue like a town get-together. Will and his partner don't know each other, but this is where they met for the first time.

"Derek, he and his partner met at a barbecue. Like a town get-together or something."

"Does a barbecue ring a bell? You're new to town and attend a local gathering where you meet him, don't you?" Will looks at Derek with a deadly look, but Derek doesn't stop. "You know what you are? You're lost. I think you've been running from yourself your entire life, trying to disappear."

"Did I say something that upset you?" Will patronizes him.

"What'd you think you were gonna do, man? You think you'd move here and all your little urges would go away? No, you find another posh little neighborhood, and you think it might make you feel a little better about yourself? Make you feel whole and more complete? It didn't work too well, though, did it? Nah, nothing seems to make William happy, not even his beautiful wife and daughter. Then you wake up one day, and there he is, somebody just as sick and pathetic as you are. That's when your whole world changes."

"Is all this about that black comment?"

"Do you really think that we're the same because of our skin color? That's all we have in common. You hurt innocent people. I don't. You're not even a man."

"Is that a fact?" Will asks, getting angrier.

"That is a fact."

"If you had anything, I'd be in a cell by now."

"You will be."

Derek and Rossi leave to let Will stew in his feelings, and you all meet in the main room to discuss more.

"Will and his partner met at a town barbecue. Spencer, we need to figure out where that party was."

"Let's review one more time. I'm a serial killer writing to my partner. Why do I keep a secret blog?" Derek asks, trying to get into Will's mind.

"It's a safe way to relive your crimes. No one ever sees you together and no one overhears you talking. I'd buy all that."

"It sounds like they take turns surprising each other. Listen to this. 'I love the challenges. The timing is always perfect. Thanks for tonight. It was tough, but I figured it out. Nothing was gonna keep me away'," Spencer reads.

"What are you thinking?" Rossi asks.

"They never write about a time. So, how did they know when to meet?"

You take out your phone and call Pen before putting her on speakerphone so all can hear her.

"What have we got?"

"All four victims were abducted at different times of the day. It was never consistent. One was even taken on Thanksgiving morning when she went to the market for her mom. Is there anything in the blog about the time of day?"

"Other than the blog, there is nothing else suspicious on Mr. Sneaky's phone or his computer. All texts, numbers, and files have been accounted for."

"What did they do to communicate?"

"We're missing something here," Emily says. "We know based on the language and the knowledge of the area that the partner was most likely born and raised in Florida."

"Alright, let's work with the theory that the partner lives in Sarasota. They don't call. They don't write. The signal could be something visual, or it could be something audible."

"Okay, if it's visual, that could be hanging a flag on their house. If it's audible, they'd obviously have to live close enough to each other to hear it."

"Something audible," Spencer mutters. "Something you can hear. What if they're not writing poetry to each other? What if they're writing lyrics to a song? 'This feels so good, so free, so right. It looks so right. It's all I need tonight'."

Penelope types the lyrics into her search bar, and a single song pops up.

"I found it."

Penelope plays the song, and Hotch immediately recognizes it when he pulled into Will's neighborhood when he talked to Will's family.

"Garcia, that's it. That was playing when we pulled into the cul-de-sac. It was coming out of a car. That's the signal. That's how they knew to go back to Missy Dewald."

"The partner lives nearby. That's where they met. It was a neighborhood party," you say.

"Garcia, we need to know which neighbor it is."

"Give me the parameters again."

"We're looking for a white male who is married with children. He's either got a good steady job or he owns his own business. He's lived in Florida his entire life."

"Within close proximity to William, there are seven white males. Five are married with children, two were born and raised in the sunshine state. One is on disability and the other owns a real estate business. Oh, my god. He lives right next door. Steven Baleman."

Derek and Rossi rush back over to the interrogation room to let Will know of this development, and it's safe to say Will is shocked. He's good at hiding it from Derek and Rossi, but you can see him panicking from the inside.

"Steven Baleman."

"He's my neighbor."

You're done with his bullshit at this point. Spencer walks in with a concerned look on his face.

"Andrea is missing. We think Steven took her."

Andrea is Will's daughter, and this is terrible to think about, but this might be the thing that cracks Will.

"Derek, Andrea is missing. His daughter has been taken. I assume by Steven."

"No, Steven is not just your neighbor. You told us."

"Those don't prove anything, and after all this time, you figuring out who my neighbor is feels like a really small victory."

Hotch comes in with Sharon, Will's wife. It's high time that she talks to him, and with her daughter missing, it's now or never. She walks into the room, catching Will off guard.

"Where did Steven take Andrea?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"She suspected him, and now they're both missing. How could you? She believed you!"

"They're missing?" Will stutters.

"All those times you disappeared, I knew it wasn't for work. I thought maybe you were having an affair, and I couldn't confront you because then that would make it real. Then, I'd have to find the truth buried in your lies, and you have been paid to lie for so long. It is who you are!"

"Look, all of this is almost too much. It's too much for anybody to put up with, but it's almost over."

"I didn't put up the house," Sharon whispers.

"You didn't post bail?"

"I didn't wanna believe it in Atlanta, and I'm not gonna deny it again. Now, where did Steven take Andrea?" He doesn't answer, so she slaps him as hard as she could. "Where is she? You son of a--you son of a bitch!"

Hotch takes her away and Will is left to process her words. Will is full-on panicking, and this time, he's letting Rossi and Derek see it.

"How'd that feel, William? Do you see what you're doing?" He holds up the papers of his journals. "Kim Groves. Your words are, 'The first few hours are the best. Nobody's run out of steam yet'. Andrea's been gone for two hours. What's he doing to her right now? What is he doing, William? Touching her? Maybe he's biting her, huh?"

"This is what he does when you're not around," Rossi adds. "Your little boyfriend is twisted, and now he's got your baby girl. You know better than us. Has she been in pain this whole time? Steven took your daughter. The man you trusted with your life has betrayed you."

Will refuses to talk, shocking everyone. If you found out your daughter was taken and you knew something about it, then you would be doing everything to protect them... even if that means you have to be incarcerated.

"What, is nothing sacred to you?"

Emily and Spencer walk in while you're watching Derek and Rossi.

"So, Steven has a couple of commercial properties, but so far, there's nothing. Only he knows where Steven took Andrea."

"I can't believe he sold out his daughter to protect his partner."

"He's protecting himself. The minute he says anything, he's guilty," you say.

"What was it you said about Missy, hmm? For every minute that goes by, he's alone with her. Well, it's Andrea's turn now." Still, Will keeps his silence. "What is wrong with you, man? Why aren't you trying to run out that door and save your child?"

"Do you think he's not gonna hurt her? Why? Did you make some kind of deal? Family is off-limits?"

"The longer you are in here, the worse it looks for Steven. He thinks you're in here betraying him, so now he's acting out. He's lost faith. He is alone with your little girl. She's probably crying out for you, saying, 'Daddy, Daddy, why aren't you helping me?' Why? Because you're standing here, doing nothing."

Will is so close to breaking, and Derek doesn't need you to see it.

"William, you're the only person who can stop this. Be a man. For God's sake, be a father!"

"Fine," he sighs. "I'll tell you everything, but I have to be the one to save my daughter."

"We can work something out."

Will comes clean and tells you everything he and Steven have done. He'd take them to a small beach shack off the port where they would do whatever they wanted to the women they'd kidnap. Your team, Jeff's team, and Will headed over to the shack immediately. Will went in alone to try and talk to Steven in hopes that he didn't harm Andrea, which he didn't. He just tied her up and didn't hurt her since she's bait for William.

Will gets two minutes to do what he needs to do before your team heads in. He's wired so that when he gets Steven to admit he killed the other girls, you'll be able to charge him. After two minutes, Steven confessed and you are able to go in.

Yours and Jeff's teams head right over to Steven who looks at Will with a betrayed look while Sharon went straight to her daughter.

"FBI! Don't move! You're under arrest!" Steve tries to get away, but Derek is quick to get him in handcuffs. "Don't even think about it!"

Sharon and Andre aren't ever going to be okay, but you're glad they can finally get away from all this without Will. You're the first one on the plane, and the silence is nice while you wait for the rest of the team to get here. Spencer is the next one, and you move over on the couch to make room for him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm gonna be fine. I like your hair slicked back. You should wear it like that more often. It's sexy."

Spencer blushes, and you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you enjoy the silence in each other's company.

"Delay is the deadliest form of denial." - British Historian C. Northcote Parkinson

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