#ahhhh i haven't written in so long

[yoosungisbabie]

on call - day one

welcome to Jumin Week 2023! I know I've been gone for a long time, but this event always manages to bring me back. I hope you all are doing well, and I hope you enjoy all the works that will be shared during this wonderful week!

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T - for teen and up audiences

prompt: free day!

warnings: female pronouns used for mc/reader ♡

word count: 3,266

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“I just got out of the shower,” she finally said, making Jumin falter even further. His mind stuttered, multiple questions surfacing as he blinked quickly. “What does that have to do with this?” he wondered aloud, unable to stop himself before he could even think through his own question. She sputtered out a tense laugh, the noise tickling his senses even though he was on high alert. “Jumin, I’m na— I’m not…clothed? Gosh,” she sighed, and Jumin blinked quickly, shaking his head to clear his mind. Of course that was what she meant.

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Jumin slowly twisted his pen closed, placing it back in the pen cup next to his monitor. He let his eyes scan over his paperwork and the correspondence pulled up on his computer, assessing whether or not he could consider his task done.

Just as he decided he was satisfied with the outcome, his phone began to vibrate violently in his pocket. It was rare that clients or business partners dialed his personal phone during working hours, so he reached into his suit’s inner pocket out of curiosity.

Flipping it over in his hand, he felt his eyebrows raise at the caller ID. His fingers twitched, and he hesitated for a brief moment before he accepted the call.

“Hello, MC. I’m at my office, but I have a moment to take your call,” he said, unable to help the small smile that began to spread across his lips.

“Hi, Jumin,” she sighed, sounding less than pleased. His anticipation to hear her voice chilled into concern, his posture tightening minutely.

“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately, disregarding any questions in his mind about why he felt so panicked.

“Oh, nothing!” she replied quickly, pausing and letting out another breath. “I just, um…” She pulled the phone away from her face to clear her throat.

“I need help with…something,” she spoke slowly, sounding very unsure. The whole situation had him unsettled, and he immediately stood from his chair, placing a steadying hand on his desk.

“What is it?” he wondered sternly, running through a mental checklist of personnel he trusted.

“I forgot something in my apartment, and I…can’t get it,” she continued, her voice strained.

“Are you injured? You sound like you are in pain,” he said worriedly, pressing his lips together as his mind raced.

“No, I’m fine, but um,” she clarified, calming him only slightly. “I forgot my towel.”

“No problem. I can send someone over immediately,” he said, pushing his chair aside and beginning towards his office door. “What instructions would you like me to give them?”

“No, you don’t have to— I mean,” she started, taking a deep breath. Jumin hesitated where he stood, waiting for her to continue.

“I just got out of the shower,” she finally said, making Jumin falter even further. His mind stuttered, multiple questions surfacing as he blinked quickly.

“What does that have to do with this?” he wondered aloud, unable to stop himself before he could even think through his own question.

She sputtered out a tense laugh, the noise tickling his senses even though he was on high alert.

“Jumin, I’m na— I’m not…clothed? Gosh,” she sighed, and Jumin blinked quickly, shaking his head to clear his mind. Of course that was what she meant.

“And you’re in a first-floor apartment,” he continued quietly, pushing his hair from his forehead. He tried to ignore the way his cheeks had warmed or the distracting route his mind was taking.

“Right, and I just need someone to grab my towel or even some clothes,” she sighed, sounding relieved that someone finally understood her predicament.

“Please send me your address. I will be there within 15 minutes,” he said decidedly, buttoning his jacket closed with one hand and pulling open his office door.

“What? Jumin, you don’t personally have to come, I just thought—“

“Nonsense. There are little to no staff members I would trust with this task,” he said as if his assistance was the only solution to her problem. In actuality, there were many more solutions that didn’t interrupt his workday, and he knew it.

“I suppose,” she relented, and he exhaled with finality, motioning to Jaehee as he strode past her.

“Okay, um. My towel! It’s in the laundry basket on the couch in the living room. I think,” MC said, and he made a mental note as he stepped into the elevator.

“And is your apartment door unlocked?” he wondered, hoping that her unprecedented entrance into the RFA had taught her even a little about prioritizing her safety.

“Oh. No…” she muttered, and he couldn’t hold back a crooked smile. Imagining her befuddled face brought only one word to mind. Cute.

“I’ll call a locksmith to meet me at your apartment,” he smiled, hearing her inhale quickly just before he pulled his phone away from his ear to multitask.

“No, it’s okay! I have a hidden key,” she provided, making his eyebrows furrow.

“I would suggest that you remove that in the future, but surprisingly, it will solve some of our problems today,” he said after a moment of thought. Unexpectedly, she cursed quietly, making Jumin pause as the elevator doors opened.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she sighed. Jumin placed a hand against the door of the elevator, holding it open for a moment longer while he listened.

“Why?” he wondered, glancing around the parking garage until he watched Driver Kim pull forward to where he stood.

“I did something as dumb as forgetting my towel, and you’re going through all of this just to help,” she muttered. He could hear the way her lips were pouted through the phone, and it made him all the more anxious to render aid and arrive to her quickly.

“Humans can be very forgetful,” he offered, pulling open the car door and sliding in smoothly. He pulled his phone away from his face to put it on speaker, copying her address from their private message thread and forwarding it to Driver Kim. Putting his phone back up to his ear, he continued.

“I once forgot a client's date of birth during a business meeting and could have made them extremely uncomfortable,” he began, pulling his seatbelt over his lap and buckling it as the car pulled away.

“Luckily, I remembered not a moment too soon that they were born on August the 7th, and I redeemed myself. Not that they knew I had forgotten,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he heard her begin to laugh.

“I didn’t realize I was being funny,” he said, more to himself than to her. She caught her breath, giggling once more before responding.

“Thank you for cheering me up, Jumin,” she said warmly, making him reevaluate what he had said to her. Was that what he’d done?

“I’ll let you go now, but please arrive safely,” she said before he could reply, and he cleared his throat, nodding to himself.

“I will,” he agreed, hearing her hum in contentment.

“And thank you, again,” she breathed, chuckling lightly. He hesitated, fighting the inclination to answer her gratitude with dismissal, wanting to say that it was nothing. It started a strange sensation in his chest as he realized it wasn’t that he didn’t mind helping, but that he wanted to.

“I’ll be there soon,” was all he could say in reply, slightly disappointed in himself when he hung up instead of waiting for her to say her final goodbye.

The car ride there was all too short and much too long as he drowned in his own thoughts. Was he the first person she had called? Did this kind of thing happen often? What other things was she forgetful about? Who else would she have reached out to if he were unavailable?

Once they arrived and he stepped foot outside of his vehicle, Jumin tried to keep his thoughts clinical, focusing on the task at hand and not the way it was making him feel.

He entered the lobby with one of his security guards, glancing at the attendants behind the desk briefly and nodding. They gaped at him in silence as he walked to the elevator.

Once they arrived on her floor, Jumin instructed his guard to wait for him by the elevator doors. He then felt his heart begin to beat in a way he wasn’t quite familiar with. It only persisted as he approached her apartment, his chest feeling tight and warm in an almost uncomfortable way.

He double-checked the number on the door just above the peephole, pausing when he realized that she hadn’t told him where her hidden key was. Scanning the area, he hesitantly reached to feel along the top of the doorway and tapped lightly on the dusty surface until he bumped the key with his fingers. Pulling it down to eyesight, he frowned, wondering why she would put herself in danger in such a way.

He knocked thrice, pausing briefly before pushing the key into the lock and turning it until it clicked. Pressing his lips together in anticipation, he slowly opened the door.

“Please excuse me,” he spoke softly, stepping inside and taking the key from the lock. He closed the door behind himself, looking around quickly.

Her apartment wasn’t very large, but it was decorated in a way that confirmed without a doubt that she indeed lived there. It felt refreshing, with colors that reminded him of her and open spaces, and he could see little touches that were undoubtedly hers. He felt some of the tension in his chest fade, placing the key down on the table near the door and thinking of all the security measures he would like to talk with her about.

Looking down, he instinctively began taking his shoes off. Once he had, he glanced around for a pair of extra slippers for him to use, finding only a small pair of pink, flowery ones. He slipped them on, feeling the back ends hit his heels and wondering if he should just continue in his socks. Feeling strangely apprehensive, he stepped further into her apartment in her slippers, reminding himself of the task at hand.

“MC?” he called out, scanning the apartment to find where she could be. He noticed a closed door as he stepped through to her living area, nearly bumping into the back of her couch. Remembering her instructions, he looked down to see a basket overflowing with clean laundry sitting on the couch. He paused, seeing undergarments in the basket as well as towels and clothes. As carefully as he could, he picked out a blue towel, managing to lift it from the basket without disturbing anything else.

He folded the bath towel over his arm, glancing back to the door where he thought he was hearing movement from.

“MC? It’s Jumin,” he said, wondering why his jaw felt stiff.

“Jumin?” she called out from behind the door, making his eyes widen. He forced himself to take another step forward, clearing his throat.

“Yes, it’s me,” he replied, stopping a few paces from the door.

“Thank goodness,” he heard her sigh. His relief quickly turned into gripping tension when the doorknob began to turn. His eyes widened briefly before he shut them tight, turning his head and making sure he still had the towel.

“I have your towel here,” he spoke, his voice coming out strained. He heard the door open, feeling the humidity from the shower rush out to meet him.

“Thank you so much, Jumin,” she said, a smile of relief evident in her voice. He couldn’t reply just yet, taking the towel and handing it out toward her voice. When he extended his arm fully, his hand bumped hers, making his eyes fly open before he could even think.

Luckily, it was only her forearm that was extended past the door. She felt around blindly until she found the towel, his hand lingering in the empty air as he watched her close the door.

“I really appreciate it,” she reiterated, her voice muffled. “I can’t thank you enough, really. I feel so bad that you came all the way here.” He composed himself again, picking a small, blue string from his sleeve with shaky hands.

“It’s no bother at all,” he said loudly enough for her to hear. “Is there anything else you need while I’m here?” he found himself asking, his hands tensing at the thought of making her uncomfortable or overstaying his welcome.

“Oh no, not at all,” she answered quickly, her voice moving farther from the door.

“Alright, then I’ll be on my way,” he said, sparing another glance at the door before starting towards the exit.

“Jumin!” she called, startling him. He rushed back over to the door, his hand lingering just above the metal of the doorknob.

“Yes? What is it?” he pressed, resting his other hand against the wood of the door.

“Do you have time to stay?” she wondered, surprising him so fully that he was silent for a moment.

“Stay?” was all he could get out, his mind racing much too quickly.

“I haven’t seen you since the party, so if you would give me just a minute to get dressed?” she asked, making his eyebrows furrow together. She just wanted to see him?

“O-of course,” he nodded, backing away from the door just a bit.

“Unless you’re busy?” she prompted.

“I have time,” he responded quickly, feeling his thoughts bouncing around uncontrollably.

“Okay! Please make yourself at home,” she said, her smile present in his mind as she spoke.

Jumin stepped fully away from the door, ignoring the way his phone began to buzz more and more often in his pocket.

He took another look around, glancing at the large windows that looked out over the courtyard of the apartment complex. After a moment, he reached up and pulled just the sheer curtains closed, hoping that would make her feel more at ease.

He was drawn towards her television that was mounted on the wall, seeing a plethora of framed pictures on the console beneath it. Scanning each one, he stopped when he landed on the group photo of the RFA that had been taken at the party. It had taken a few minutes to get everyone in one place and to get a picture that everyone was satisfied with, but the picture she had framed was not the final picture they had all decided on. Instead, she had chosen one where everyone was bickering about where to stand, how to pose, and what Luciel should and shouldn’t be doing. He hadn’t gotten to look through all of the photos taken that day, but this still in particular felt like something he needed to have for himself. In the photo, he noticed that his gaze was focused on MC completely, and the expression he was wearing was not one he believed he’d ever seen on himself.

The door opening behind him startled him out of his thoughts, making him jump and turn to look. He turned back around just as quickly, seeing MC begin to step out in just her towel. His hands trembled slightly, the tips of his ears feeling all too warm.

“Nearly done, sorry! Just grabbing some clothes,” she explained, the soft sound of her feet against the wood floor disappearing down the hall towards what he guessed was her room. He was glad he hadn’t wandered in that direction.

Opening his eyes slowly, he focused his thoughts on the photo in front of him once more. Although the party had been less mundane than in the past, the only thing that got him through was seeing MC flourish in that party hall. Apart from looking stunning, she was kind, friendly, and wildly charismatic that night. It was a miracle in motion for Jumin, and it was truly a shame that they hadn’t seen each other since that night.

He turned away from the photo, hoping to distance himself from the surge of emotion that was building in his core that he couldn’t name. She stepped out of her room just then, looking excited to see him as she lit up with a beautiful smile.

The wave of emotion he’d tried to elude washed over him almost painfully, freezing his muscles in place. He was unable to stop the thoughts rushing through his mind, pressing his lips together as he mentally formed a very concerning one.

Is this what love feels like?

He didn’t know what romantic love meant, he only knew that he had decided never to engage in it. Whatever was happening to him right then didn’t feel wrong, but he also couldn’t quite put a label on it. He just knew that he wanted to keep seeing her, no matter what it meant.

“It’s so good to see you again,” she grinned, moving quickly towards him as he tried to regain control of himself. He felt his lips pull back into a smile, his shoulders relaxing and his hands losing their fists.

“Likewise,” he breathed out, watching her blink at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t mean to keep you long, I just…” she started, dropping her smile and then immediately turning her lips upward into another one, almost as if she too couldn’t help herself. “I wanted to see you,” she finished quietly, completely unaware of the way her small admittance made his heart stutter in his chest.

“Anytime,” he nodded without hesitation, watching her meet his eyes in confusion.

“I know how busy you are,” she said, raising her eyebrows for him to agree.

“Anytime. Really,” he repeated, thinking to himself that no matter the issue, he would drop anything if she was the one who was calling. He watched as she pulled her eyes from his and met them again multiple times, her smile growing timid. He blinked, taking his eyes from her and wondering if he was making her uncomfortable.

“Thank you, again,” she said to break the silence, bowing to him and making him frown.

“There’s no need for that,” he said quickly, taking a step forward and drawing her attention down to the ill-fitting slippers on his feet. She grinned, straightening up again and softening at him.

“You’re very kind, Jumin. I admire that about you,” she continued. He felt himself reaching to adjust his cufflinks, signaling to himself that he needed a change of scenery or he would more than likely do something he would regret.

“MC,” was all that left his lips, making her smile falter and the air grow thick around them.

“Well, I shouldn’t keep you. Please get back safely,” she smiled, wringing her hands together. He nodded, breaking eye contact with her and turning himself towards the door.

“I hope to see you again soon,” he said, seeing her shoulders move towards her ears from the corner of his vision. “I have many topics I’d like to discuss with you. Such as security,” he continued, trying to shift his mind away from the precarious edge at which he’d found himself.

“Security?” she repeated, watching him bend down to place her slippers back where he had found them. Stepping into his shoes, he hummed in agreement.

“You never told me where your key was,” he continued, raising an eyebrow at her and watching as her lips tightened in chagrin. Before a moment had passed, her expression broke into laughter, making another effortless smile stretch onto his lips.

“I’ll be more careful,” she chuckled, taking the key from the table and turning it over in her hands. He nodded, feeling his sternum buzz at the thought of returning to her apartment in the future.

“I’m counting on it,” he said softly, bowing slightly before he opened the door and stepped through. She let it close behind him, not saying another word.

Jumin couldn’t help but linger by her door, his back to it as he convinced himself to keep moving. Once he finally found it in himself to do so, he started back towards the elevator and pulled his phone out, checking his calendar for his next available free day.

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hello! thank you all so much for reading!! I have been absolutely not on tumblr at all, but like I said, I can't stay away from Jumin Week <3 if you enjoyed this, please consider liking and reblogging! it really means a lot to me, especially if you leave a note in the notes or in your tags!

again, thank you so much, and I hope you all have a great day!

Mel x

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[butyoumakemesohot]

finally... my secret santa fic! thank you endlessly to kb @softsnzstuff for putting this together, and thank you to @annieherondale (hey girl hey - i was your secret santa!) for being so patient! i hope you enjoy this!!!

pairing: platonic st/eve + ro/bin, pre-s3 word count: 1k summary: when steve shows up to work displaying all the usual symptoms of his "allergies," robin can't help but feel a little annoyed (i mean they work in a restaurant for fuck's sake)

After about a month into the world's worst summer job, Robin inadvertently develops a list in her mind - an inventory of facts and analyses about none other than Steve Harrington:

He hates his parents.

He loves his friends, all of whom inexplicably consist of children no older than fourteen.

He’s really good at stacking scoops of ice cream. His record is seven on a single cone.

He has horrible allergies.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t find the last one kind of hilarious. Part of her has been searching for ways to chip away at his ego since high school, and while they’re technically friends now, teasing him about it is still pretty fun.

It’s noon on a rainy Tuesday in June, and Starcourt is practically desolate. Naturally, Steve rolls in a few minutes late for his shift, his dampened shoes squeaking against the tile Robin just spent half an hour cleaning. But she digresses.

“Hey there, Harrington,” she greets, not bothering to look up from the book she’s been assigned for summer reading.

“snff! Hey, Robid.”

He breezes past her so he can clock in, emerging from the back a few moments later. Robin dog ears her book, hoisting herself up onto the counter before Steve can claim it.

“Should be pretty slow today,” she notes, eyes skirting across the empty food court.

“Yeah - snrf! - the roads were pretty mbuch embpty. It’s like a fucki’d hurricade out there.”

Robin clocks another congested sniffle, her eyes narrowing as she takes in Steve’s appearance. His nose is a bright pink, his wet hair slicked back beneath his uniform hat, which is uncharacteristically askew on top of his head. He’s panting, too, out of breath from what was surely a miserable dash across the parking lot.

“What, King Steve can’t afford an umbrella?” she quips, her eyes trailing over the rest of his drenched uniform.

“Ha,” Steve deadpans, sluggishly wiping his nose against the heel of his hand. “I could’ve sword I - SNF! - had ode id mby ca'hhhr but I guess ode of the kids took it.”

“My money’s on Mike.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, mbe too… hah-! hhaHH’ESSCHH!” He whips into his cupped hands just in time, grimacing slightly at the sight of his palms. “Ugh, excuse mbe.”

He wipes pathetically at his nose again, shivering beneath the mall’s air conditioning and his cold, wet uniform. Robin can’t help but feel a bit bad for him.

“You know…” she begins slowly, a teasing lilt to her voice, “rain is known to exacerbate allergy symptoms.”

Steve rolls his eyes, reaching for a few napkins from the dispenser next to the cash register. He wipes the mess off his hands before giving a thick, gurgling blow into the thin paper, still sniffling in the aftermath.

“I dod’t have allergies,” he has the absolute gall to say.

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s just - snnf! - ‘cause I got caught id the ra'hhid - huhhh… ha’hhTCHHH! ISSSHHhiew!” Steve groans dramatically, roughly pinching away the wetness clinging to his nostrils before grabbing another handful of napkins.

Robin goes back to reading her book, sounding rather amused. “Bless you. Also, I’m pretty sure you're breaking like, seven different health code violations right now.”

“Whatever,” he brushes off. “It’s dot like - snF! - adyode’s here, ahhhdyways. snffsnrrf… heh-! hHH’ESSCHHH!”

Another violent sneeze before he’s burying the lower half of his face in the fresh bundle of napkins, blowing his nose with an unrestrained honk that Robin is almost positive the people who work at the Orange Julius on the other side of the food court can hear.

“Jesus, Harrington, could you at least try to be a little less… vocal?” she asks, cringing.

“I kndow, I kndow - snnnrf! - I soud really gross right dow.” He tosses the soiled napkins in the trash before pulling out a few more in anticipation, glancing at her apologetically. “I would’ve stayed hombe but I really deed the modey.”

“We all need money, dingus. It isn’t worth killing yourself over.”

“‘Dingus’?” he repeats, smiling slightly. “That’s a dew ode… ehh’SSCHHHIEW! God, fuck, sorry. snrrk!” Steve searches for a clean spot on the napkins to fruitlessly wipe his nose, another shiver visibly running down his spine.

Robin sighs. “Have you ever considered taking an allergy pill?”

“It’s dot allergies,” he insists, sounding a bit more perturbed this time.

As much as Robin hates to admit it, Steve may be right this time; judging by the thick stuffiness in his voice, accompanied by the deep flush in his cheeks, it may not be allergies. It may be something more.

Before she can bring it up, however, a couple that Robin vaguely recognizes from school comes in to order some ice cream. She nudges Steve in the direction of the cash register so that she can handle preparing the food, moving quickly when Steve’s incessant sniffling starts to sound more and more unpleasant. She presents the cones with a plastered-on smile, managing to slide in front of Steve right when his breath starts to hitch, blocking him from the view of the customers.

“Thanks for visiting -”

“hahh’AAESSCHH!”

“- Scoops Ahoy! Please have a -”

“ESSCHHHEW! snnxf! hh’IRRSHHH’uhh!”

“- voyagetastic day!”

One more horrendously loud sneeze from Steve makes the couple hightail it out of there, nearly forgetting to accept their ice cream in the process. Robin smirks a little as she watches them go.

“Now we really aren’t gonna have any customers,” she muses. Steve, meanwhile, seems to still be fighting for his his life.

“huh’KGGSCHH!” He sniffles thickly, his nose still buried in the now soaked bundle of napkins. “God, does it ever fuckihhh’g stop? hhhhh - hih-! ihh’SSCHHH’uh!”

He finally manages to blow his nose again, which seems to aid in quelling the itch in his sinuses, but does little to actually clear any of his congestion. He tosses the napkins in the trash when he’s done, taking in a few deep, steadying breaths through his mouth.

“Uh…” Robin says. “You good?”

“For dow, yeah. snnfg!” He pinches the bridge of his nose, which has now deepened to a nearly comical shade of red.

“Steve, I think you have -”

“Allergies?”

“Actually, no,” She smirks again, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was gonna say you might have a cold.”

“... Oh.” Steve sniffles thickly, dragging his index finger beneath his nose. “Yeah, that would mbake sedse, too’hh… hhh’ISSCHHhiew!”

Robin laughs; Steve’s eyes brighten proudly at that, even if it’s at his expense. As she ushers him back to the break room, managing to find a dry uniform for him to change into, she mentally replaces item number four in her list with the following: Steve Harrington either has allergies or a shit immune system. Either way, that makes him a huge dork.

#i haven't written in so long ahhhh #this is literally nothing special but i still hope you like it :-) #sneeze fic #sneezefic #snzfic #snzblr #st/ranger th/ings #st/eve ha/rrington

[unwcvering]

@ardenssolis​ said:

you can face this.

sentence starters | accepting

       The way his hands tremble, the way his fingers curl into palms to hide the fact — El-Melloi II isn’t so daft or unaware to believe that Ozymandias doesn’t notice. It is truth that he can face anything, has faced far worse, but it does not mean he lacks the ability to ignore his fears. Leather gloves cling uncomfortable to his skin as he flexes his fingers, figuratively grasping for something to keep him grounded to the moment in time. “You have more faith in me than I do myself,” is muttered back, attention straight ahead at the enemy Master. They stand near enough that they could be detected, yet not so close to warrant reason for their paths to cross or combat to ensue. His strategy had been consistent with watching and waiting for the opportune moment, much to Ozymandias’ dismay, but safe meant alive. And they had managed to survive this long; El-Melloi II had managed to survive as long as he had for that reason. 

       “I have no intention of running face first at our opponent. That would be a foolish endeavor.” Only idiots went in recklessly with no plan. It is something one of his students would do, and thankfully, none of them were there to act as an overzealous bystander. No, it is much better if his life as a professor and role as a Master remains separate. 

       Reaching into the inside pocket of his suit, he pulls out a cigar and steadies his hand, attempting to light the end of it. “However, I know you would much rather find ourselves on the upper side of this than acting as we have.” His hand still trembles, flame flickering with the worry slipping through fingertips. “Just stay like this a little longer. I will shine as you always do, Ramses. I will not show you disrespect as to hold you back.”

#ardenssolis #( answered. ) #( another chapter. ) : verse two #i remember i had a tag for them in their master/servant things but i can't find it ; A ; #lays on the floor oof.... #ILL FIND IT LOL #but ahhhh. i haven't written them in so long ////// #this feels nice uvu

[imaginesforfandom]

Heartbeat Symphony

AHHHH i love this man too much lmao. this is short and sweet so have fun my lovelies!

how have i not written for this man yet like-

Dean Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.

Heartbeat Symphony

Dean Winchester sat in the driver's seat of the Impala, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he glanced over at you. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the backdrop to the comfortable silence that filled the car. You had been on the road for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a case, and now the two of you were finally heading back to the bunker.

As Dean drove, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the contours of your face. The quiet moments between hunts were just as precious as the action-packed ones. He reached over, fingers brushing against yours, and a warm smile formed on his lips as he interlaced them.

"You doing okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the Impala.

You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to get back and hit the hay."

Dean chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Well, we make a damn good team, don't we?"

You smirked, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "The best. Team Winchester."

As the familiar sight of the bunker came into view, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment. The two of you had been through so much together, and yet, every moment felt like a new adventure with you by his side.

Once inside the bunker, you kicked off your boots and flopped down onto the worn-out couch in the library. Dean joined you, sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other. He reached for the TV remote, flicking through the channels until he found an old black-and-white movie.

"You know," Dean said, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, "we make a pretty good team in and out of the field."

You laughed, snuggling closer. "Yeah, we do. I wouldn't want to hunt monsters with anyone else."

Dean turned his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Me neither, Y/N."

The movie played in the background, but you found yourself more captivated by the steady cadence of Dean's heartbeat. It was a comforting symphony, a reminder that you were home, safe in the arms of the person you loved.

As the night wore on, you both drifted off to sleep on the couch, tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. The bunker echoed with the quiet sounds of the TV and the distant hum of the machinery that kept the place running.

In the darkness, Dean whispered words of love, promises, and gratitude, knowing that every day with you was a gift. And as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his love surround you like a protective embrace. Together, you faced the challenges that came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart, a team bound by something stronger than any supernatural force – love.

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i loved writing this OMG!! i can't believe i haven't written for Dean yet. i absolutely adore him so so much lmao

#dean winchester #dean #supernatural #spn #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x you #dean winchester x y/n #dean x y/n #dean winchester imagine #dean imagine #dean winchester fanfiction #dean fanfic #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #dean winchester oneshot #dean oneshot

[m0nsterqzzz]

Paying Attention

pairing: katniss everdeen x reader

summary: you girlfriend never pays attention....or at least nobody thinks she does

a/n: two fics in one night? I promise I have a life yall.

ahhhh this is so short but i haven't written for my girl in way to long. this is kinda based off that one request you sent me, @drima but I also kinda added my own thing. hope thats okay my love!!

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Your girlfriend has a short attention span.

Everyone knows it; her friends at the Hob who have to remind her over and over again how much she owes them after she gets distracted by some pretty butterfly, her mother and sister who listen to her tell the same story over and over again because she always forgets she told them when she’s busy cleaning up the house or cooking dinner, and you, her person, the one who gets all her love, who knows how to keep on her task and focused most of the time.

It’s one of your most impressive skills really; the ability of turning the girl who can't seem to sit still for more than a few minutes into a contented statue with only a touch or a word. You don’t even know how you do it, but it works and that’s that.

Or at least, it usually works.

Right now, as you sit down with her in the forest surrounding district 12, explaining some of the plants you just planted while she sits next to you, knee bouncing up and down as her eyes scan the forest. Her bow held loosely in her hand, though you know that at any given second she could grab an arrow from the quiver hooked to her back and have dinner in less than five seconds.

“Did you know that some plants actually help improve air quality indoors? Plants like spider plants and peace lilies are great for removing toxins from the air and keeping it clean.” You speak softly, eyes moving from the garden Katniss helped you make a few months ago to look at her while scanning the small clearing in hopes of finding hunt and uses her free hand to pick at the grass beneath her.

“They’re low-maintenance and don’t require as much watering as others. They’re perfect for people with busy lives who don’t have the time to babysit their greenery.” You chuckle at your own joke about her hectic schedule and lack of ability to keep a plant alive for more than a month due to it, but it dies down in your throat when you realize your words are falling on deaf ears.

Katniss’s eyes dart around, only stopping on you when she realizes you stopped talking. “Mhm. That’s cool honey.” 

You stare at her side profile for a second before you scoff quietly, standing up and grabbing your woven basket that contains veggies, herbs for Mrs. Everdeen and Primrose, and a few flowers. “Let’s just go. I know you want to hunt.” She immediately takes notice of your mood, seemingly a bit upset about her not focusing on the conversation at hand. She’s always been good at that; being able to tell what you’re feeling and fix it in a quick second.

Right now though, she doesn’t seem to care, just nodding slightly as she stands up and follows after you. “Alright.” The archer mumbles, lining up an arrow with her bow as she slowly walks ahead of you as to not disturb any animals around.

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You get over it, and everything goes back to normal with you and Katniss over the next month. You go with her to hunt almost every day, spending a bit of time at your garden tending to it before you join her to quietly walk through the forest in hopes of finding an unsuspecting animal. 

Tonight, you’re going to have dinner with the Everdeen family, invited by Primrose, Katniss’s sister, and reassured by your girlfriend that her mother would love to have you around. You help them out a lot whether it’s vegetables from your garden or part of the money you get from selling them in the Hob so they can enjoy a fulfilling dinner, and you try your hardest to hang out with the youngest girl when you have free time so that she has as many supporters as possible or go help out at their home by cleaning up and cooking so Katniss doesn’t have as much to do at the end of the day. It’s fun for you, and it’s great for them.

Anyway, Prim is the one who answers the door when you knock, grinning at the sight of the cookies you spent the last of the money you earned today to buy from some boy named Peeta at the bakery in town. “Katniss! Your lover is here!” You chuckle, and your girlfriend groans from somewhere in the house before gently shoving Prim out of the entryway so she can tug you by your arm inside.

Her mother is sat at the table, a book in hand as Katniss cooks and Primrose tidies up. No matter how many times you come over, the Everdeens are always trying to make their house in the Seam as clean as possible as to impress you.

Katniss goes back to cooking once she knows you're comfortable on the couch, brushing off your offers to help with a quick wave of her hand. She always feels the need to do everything possible to insure her loved ones don’t have to work too hard, and the urge includes you.

Before you know it, you’re washing dishes with Primrose after finally convincing your girlfriend to take a break, and said girl comes up to you two and leans her back against the counter while similtasntly holding something behind her back by the time the last dish is washed.

With a quick nod to her sister, the younger girl sighs before putting the last dish away and walking out of the room while mumbling about not even being thanked before she’s kicked out of her own kitchen.

Katniss holds out the item she was hiding for you to see, and your smile only grows at the sight. It’s a round flower crown, looking almost exactly the same size as your head. The adorableness of your big scary girlfriend holding such a pretty, delecit item is pushed into the back of your mind as you take notice of what flowers are on it. Peace Lilies.

“I was listening. I’m sorry it didn’t seem like it. And you were right, you know. I found some of these in the forest, re-planted them in a pot, and they’ve been growing on my nightstand ever since. I barely ever watered them yet they grew faster and bigger than any plant we’ve ever owned in this house.” The Everdeen girl chuckles, gently placing the crown on your head. “I want you to know that even when it seems like I’m not, I’m always listening to you. I love hearing you talk, and there’s a little file in my brain that holds every single thing you’ve ever told me.”

You nod with a small blush, adjusting the crown on your head before you hoist yourself up to sit on the counter. “I didn’t know you cared.”

 She stands in between your legs, her hands lifting to gently caress your cheek and then she places a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I care.”

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#katniss everdeen x you #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

HELL YES. Poseidon with a lover who has brown eyes --and he's absolutely crazy for her 🤭

Love brown eyes. I don't know how long I'll be able to make this, but being able to write again is nice♡

Highkey forgot my setup, but GN!Reader x Poseidon || SFW || Warnings for: Nothing. Just brown eye appreciation <3 [Under the cut for my own convenience lmaoo]

Yall I forgot to add tags I'm so😭

As soon as Poseidon awakes, he starts his morning routine.

First, he showers. He uses your good shampoo and conditioner, despite your demands for him to "get out of your stuff."

Doubling down, he uses your lotions and creams as well. He tells himself "it's because a true God bends to no one's will." That "as the god of gods, he can and shall use anything under his own palace's roof."

You sigh whenever he says these. You both know he simply enjoys smelling like you.

Next, he goes to breakfast. He eats his fill, refraining from killing any servants out of concern the screams will wake you.

Then supervises as your breakfast is cooked, picking out each ingredient himself, down to the eggs used in your omelet.

Here, his anticipation truly starts to build. An hour before sunrise, he starts to work. Settling in his office, he sets a timer and tries to spend at least half of the time actually working. Yet, as the minutes dwindle, and the sun's rays begin to peak over the horizon, the stoic Sea God's heart races in true.

This was it, this is what he's been waiting for.

He left the alarm ringing, racing shamelessly to your shared bedroom where the first ray of sunlight broke through the crack in the curtains, and his heart stutters in its beats as you slowly blink open your eyes.

Love. Love and adoration fills him as the sun brings your eyes to life, swirling browns flecked with heavenly gold. A rare shiver runs down his spine as you fix him in place with that gaze of yours, time itself coming to a stop as the world melts down to nothing but the deepest depths of your irises.

He sucks in a hard breath, having forgotten to breath. He rights himself, hoping his featureless mask maintained itself even as he approached the mortal who captured his heart.

He sits down, the edge of the bed dipping under his weight. He holds his hand out, the one he promised to always protect you with, and you lean into it. Batting your lashes lovingly, the shadows created darken the golden browns to a dark chocolate color, deep and mesmerizing.

Mesmerized... yes, that's what he was. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you are, and amazed by how a single set of eyes can enchant him in so many different ways. A moment's glance convinces him you stole his soul; and not so deep down, he thinks, 'I wouldn't mind if they stole it... long as it feels like this.'

In a snap, the sunlight is gone, and your eyes return to they're normal shade of brown. And even in this state, he finds them beautiful. Warm, like coming home; comforting, like an embrace.

You blink, slowly, staring at him with equal adoration. "Up early again I see?" His heart stutters in its beats, the "sleep", having yet to leave your voice, made it soft and quiet, and so, so beautiful.

He hums, guiding you from the bed with gentle hands. "Then you must be stacked work-wise... I'll help after I eat. You can go ahead and return-"

"No."

The two of you pause as you enter the bathroom, locking eyes once more. "...I'll stay here." With you.

The crash of a strong wave can be heard in the background, and slowly, you smile. Words leave your lips, drowned out by the sound of the ocean that suddenly came to life in the background.

But any being alive heard the king of the seas voice in the waves as he kissed his lover and whispered a gentle, "Love you too."

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A/N: MY PHONES ON 7 PERCENT AHHHH

Yes I know I haven't written in like six years yes I know this isn't as quality as it could've been YES I KNOW I should actually write since this is literally a writing blog but I'm trying okay leave me alone😔

Anyways love yall, be nice and maybe you'll see another boobie post:D love yalllll

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #poseidon snv #poseidon ror #poseidon x reader #the psychotics writing

[sipsteainanxiety]

okay sooooo while procrastinating on my responsibilities i decided to make a giant list of the bkg/reader fics i've read (so far) on ao3. here's a link to the tumblr fic rec list i made a while ago too lol. please keep in mind that not all of these works are sfw!! i will label the nsfw-containing ones ofc but, as always, be cautious!

note: these are all LONG FICS. as in i sorted the bkg/reader tag on ao3 by word count and kept going until i hit works with abt 5k words. i might continue to add onto this list as i read more LOL idk

be still, just for me by WitchofWriting. this is THE bkg isekai fic tht i'm sure everyone has read lol. contains nsfw. there's also tedium in blue (mermaid bkg). i think that was one of the first bkg fics ive ever read and it will always be special to me LOL

of snowscapes & explosions by sugarbun. tbh i haven't finished this yet but from what i did read it's good!! canon compliant

other by Deadite. also haven't finished this one yet but it's a kind of coraline au!! interesting stuff tbh

enouement by LadysDaze. i read this fic a looooong time ago so i can't rmb much but it was p interesting! it's a choose your own ending type fic. there's also memento mori (fantasy fic w good worldbuilding tbh), entangle, expecting the unexpected (pregnancy/family fic), star-crossed (fantasy), blood bond (vampire bkg) and its sequel blood union tht i haven't read yet sdjfdfkg

misery business by siegmunde. OHHHMYYGODDD this fic. i was obsessed with it omg. i cannot even explain how insane it made me. has nsfw at end

cruel world by lydiasgrace. idt i finished this one but i do like villain reader LOL

like ghosts in snow by Jupiters_Witch. genuinely i think this fic ruined me /pos. vampire au & does contain nsfw things!! mind the tags

surrender (whenever you're ready) by OfMermaids (hi merms!!). THIS FIC. CHANGED MY LIFE!!! literally anything by merms is sososo good. i want to eat them all whole. on loop in my head 24/7!! contains nsfw btw. there's also the widening sky (mermaid bkg tht made me sad for days) and on my way (to you).

white curtains by arsonphobic. tbh i havent finished this one too but its got an older (by a yr) reader whom i liked! canon compliant i think

our love at sunset by LittleSponge. horizon zero dawn au. very well done imo. ending made me cry LOL (in a good way). contains nsfw

uncharted by NyxRedfoxWinchester. reader's quirk in this is soooo fucking cool to me. i read it a while ago so i dont rmb a lot but like i rmb the quirk and bkg LMFAO.

zigzags by hokshi. i can't rmb this fic all too well either but ik i liked it LOL. contains nsfw!!

newsflash, asshole (i kinda love you) by YukiRiikus_Reading_Room. fake dating au!! idt it contains nsfw but it has some steamy parts

i melt with you by art_deco_deity. i am so sad this fic hasn't been updated in a hot min bc its genuinely got fantastic bkg characterization!!!

garden of lungs by 0weCrew. ive read so many hanahaki aus that they've blurred together but this was v good!

exiles by BookWormOnAString. i'm currently reading this one actually! fantasy au with dragon kiri!!

how're your hands? by Spazztastic. another fic i read a long time ago. it's canon compliant i blv but i rly liked the reader tbh

body switch up by Fandomness_randommess. a body swap au if the title wasn't obvious enough LOL. it was interesting reading how both reader and bkg dealt with their predicament here pfft

husband for hire by btp. also currently reading this!! stardew au! there's also boîte de pandore. v good shit

gemini syndrome by opal_vortex. LMAOOOO this was such a fun read ngl. masked singer au!! will contain nsfw

mistletoe by WhenSarahSmiles. this is a UA christmas/new year's booklet that is sooooo well done tbh. i love bkg in it. super cute

and you take me the way i am by willowser (hi will!!). pro hero bkg in this >>>>> he is so AHHHH!! makes me insane. very well written!! contains slight nsfw.

bar tool by thunderhead. LMAO this is like a bar and band au combined?? i loooveeee bkg in this and his interactions with reader pfft. contains nsfw

sugar scorched by restwellsoon. culinary au!! bkg is like gordan ramset ngl LMAOO its rly cute imo and very detailed wrt the cooking things from what i rmb. idt it has nsfw

war paint by andypantsx3. i love how andie writes bkg tbh. he makes me wanna beat him up. there's also statistically significant, and cover shot (through the heart). all of them contain nsfw!!

learning your love language by hokshi. the author has the tag 'when ur love language is getting punched in the face' on this fic and honestly? LMAOOO so true for bkg. contains nsfw!!

oil paintings and late night jam sessions by insanityrunsinthe_family. this was also one of the first bkg fics i've ever read and it is so so so good. it's college au bkg and i looovee every part of it.

the phoenix by orphan_account. i'm so sad this fic was dropped but its plot is genuinely so interesting to me. it's more aizawa/reader tho tbh.

sleeping in the garden by Petrichorium (hi loriii<3). i will ALWAYS plug this fic. single dad bkg au!! sososo fcking good, trust. will contain nsfw

jealousy, jealousy by lytters. i think i rbed this on tumblr already but its such a fun read tbh LOL.

fathoms below by 32Q27. i'd started reading this and didn't get to finish bc life. mermaid au!!

a fractured flame by Magicow12. fantasy au!! very entertaining from what i rmb! contains nsfw

breath of a dragon by free_deku. i rec'd this before but im doing it again bc it's that good omg. fantasy & reincarnation au. contains nsfw!!

bakugô wants a ride. by Bragi. LMAO contrary to the title i dont think it has nsfw pfft. mechanic reader tht bkg's crushin on!!

turning page by rhydonium. THIS IS ALSO SOO GOOD omg i almost forgot abt it. god bkg!!!! i literally cannot describe how good it is.

#once again too shy to tag the authors but ily all #shay's treasure hoard #<- use that tag for fics i've rbed tht i liked too #i dunno i was umm bored ig #i usually read fics once and then go back to it years later once ive forgotten what happened in them #this is my sign to reread a lot of these tbh #memory like a goldfish #fr tho going thru the bkg tag made me realize how many fics i havent read yet #have 2 get back on it

[rhoorl]

Working Title | Chapter 12

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok? 

Word Count: 4.8k

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 12 on AO3

Chapter Summary: We return to the resort post-photoshoot. Indy and Belle have a girls' night, but is Dieter able to stay away?

Chapter Warnings: SMUT. Oral (m and f receiving). Allusions to intimacy issues. Ryan is his own warning at this point.

A/N: You know I'm a sucker for an alternating POV, so we get a little bit of that. This is the most explicit thing I've written to date sooo be kind as I go crawl into a hole. 😬 But honestly, I couldn't let Belle and Dieter go any longer without something spicy happening. 

“Easier said than done, Lizzie. I’m just so…” he leaned closer to her and dropped his voice to a whisper, “I just don’t want to fuck it up you know?”

“You won’t. I’ve never seen you like this sweetheart, I’m really proud of you,” she patted him on the knee and then felt her phone buzz. “Ugh,” she shook her head at her phone.

“What? What is it?”

“Well, you aren’t going to be happy with me, but hear me out,” she put her hands up to pre-empt his frustration, “Maria asked if you and I could have dinner with her tonight at the resort," Dieter sighed. "I know, I know, but it's good for the story."

"Ugh, okay," he looked over to Belle, who was still fast asleep.

"It's only a couple of hours champ, you can survive I promise," she smirked.

"I know," he pouted.

You don't know how long you had dozed off, but the next thing you knew your eyes were fluttering open as the van made its way back up the path to the resort.

Dieter was on his phone when you looked over at him. He must have sensed your glance as his eyes lifted from the screen to land on your face as he gave you the sweetest smile.

When the van finally comes to a stop, everyone files out, Dieter letting Liz go first before following you.

"Did you have a good nap?" He asks as you make your way down the stairs.

"Yeah, I don't know what it is about me and moving vehicles," you chuckle.

"Hey so, I uh," he rubs the back of his neck, pulling you off to the side as Aubrey and Danny walk by. You notice Liz lingering by frantically typing away on her phone, but keeping tabs on you both out of the corner of her eyes. "Originally I had plans to take you somewhere tonight for dinner, but Liz said that Maria wants to have dinner." He looks apprehensive, unsure how you’re going to react.

"That's ok," you smile at him. 

"You sure?" He was dumbfounded by your quick and simple response.

"Why wouldn't I be? You have work stuff, I understand."

He let out a breath, "You're amazing you know that?"

"For being ok with you going to a dinner?" You laugh.

"Yeah, I … I haven't…that hasn't always been the case for me."

You sense there's more under the surface, but you don't want to press it. 

"Well, I'm sure Indy and I can come up with something to do. I haven't seen her much and we could use a good girls’ night."

"Oh nice, well don't have too much fun. And if you do, take pictures," he whispers the last bit in your ear as he pulls you in for a hug.

"You're ridiculous," you giggle as he kisses the top of your head. 

"Indy? Are you here?" The room was quiet but you see Indy's bag on the ground so you’re pretty sure she was there.

"Babe! Ahhhh how was the rest of the photoshoot?!" She runs from her bedroom to give you a big hug. She clearly recently showered, as her hair was still wet.

"It was so good, Ind! The photographer kinda gave me the creeps and Aubrey was annoying, but Dieter … he seriously looked so good! How was your day? Did you put the leave-in conditioner in your hair just now?"

"Yes, moooom! And eeeeek! I'm so excited for you! Well, not for the creepy photographer and dumbass Aubrey. Seriously, want me to throw her in a pool at some point?" She giggles as you playfully hit her shoulder. "My day was good. They're doing some rewrites and I have a kind of sexy scene to shoot with Sam soon," she wiggles her eyebrows and shakes her shoulders.

"Well, good thing you both have been rehearsing so much. Ow!" She slaps you on the ass as you turn toward the kitchen to go get some water.  "Are you guys hanging out tonight?"

"No, he actually has a really big scene tomorrow so he's calling it an early night. What about you? You and Dieter doing something fun?"

"He and Liz are actually having dinner with the reporter who’s doing the interview. He went straight there once we got back."

"Oooo so we can have a girls' night?" She grabs both of your arms and shakes you a little. 

"I guess so!" 

Knock.

"Are you expecting anyone?" You scrunch up your face, looking from the door to Indy.

"No, Ari has the night off." Indy saunters over to the door and looks through the peephole. She turns back to you and smiles before turning around to open the door. You start to make your way over too to see who was there.

"Hi miss, we've been asked to bring this to you." One of the resort staff was at your door with a bottle of champagne and a cart that carried two trays topped with a lid, hiding the contents of what was underneath.

"Oh, we didn't order anythin-" you start to say as Indy elbows you in the side. 

"Please, come in," Indy pulls the door back and lets the man wheel in the cart.

"Would you like me to open the bottle, miss?"

"That would be great!" Indy looks over to you with an excited, but surprised expression.

The man makes quick work of opening the champagne and pours you both a glass. He sets both trays onto the kitchen island and puts the bottle in a bucket already filled with ice.

"Anything else I can help you ladies with?"

"N-no, that's great, thank you so much!" You walk him out while Indy reaches for the flutes. 

Once you close the door you turn around and see Indy with a huge smile on her face. "Ind, did you order this?"

"No babe, but I know who did," she waves a little note card in the air.

You skip over to her and snatch the card out of her hand.

Hope you ladies enjoy a fun night to yourselves.

D

P.S. I wasn't kidding about the pictures.

"What pictures is he talking about," Indy knocks your shoulder with hers.

You tell her about the flirty exchange you had with Dieter before you both parted ways.

"Ooo, I think our boy Dee is missing you," she teases. "But we should take a photo, you know, as a thank you."

"Right, it would be the right thing to do," you wink.

"That's the spirit!"

She takes the lids off the two trays to reveal a charcuterie board on one tray and an assortment of desserts, on the other.

You arrange the trays at the corner of the kitchen island and stand to the side, ready to take a selfie. "Ok, let's take a picture with all of the stuff."

"Oh, you aren't wearing that," Indy looks you up and down. "C'mon we are having a cute night in, let's put on something fun!"

"I have a feeling you don't mean for me to put on my T-shirt and workout shorts."

Indy shakes her head. "Oh no, we've got to make Dee miss you even more than I know he already is," she winks.

"Anything else I can get you to drink sir?"

"Water is fine thanks," Dieter smiles at the waitress. He glances down to his phone for the fifth time in the last minute. He told Danny to send something up to the girls as a surprise but now his mind is going a mile a minute since he’s yet to hear from Belle.

Did Danny do it right? Of course, he did, the kid doesn't ever let me down. So why hasn't she said anything? Was it too much? I did too much. I thought it would be nice but…

"Dee?"

He looks up to see Liz and Maria staring at him. "Hmm?"

"Everything ok?"

"Y-yea sorry, thinking about a scene I have tomorrow," he tries to play it off and he thinks Maria is fooled but Liz isn’t. 

Her eyes narrow a bit before she returns to her conversation about who knows what with Maria. Dieter pretends to be engaged while glancing at his phone.

Buzz.

He practically lunges at his phone, quickly unlocking it when he sees a message from Belle. 

Belle: This was so nice of you, thanks for getting our girls' night off to a great start! 😘

Attached was a selfie of Indy and Belle, which Indy clearly took given the angle. She positioned the camera high above their heads with her long arm as they both looked up and smiled. Dieter was a little embarrassed at how quickly his eyes went from Belle’s face down to her body to see what she was wearing.

He tried to take a sip of his water but coughed a little the more he looked at her, tracing every curve he could see.

She had on what looked like a silky pair of pale pink sleep shorts with some lace trim at the bottom and a robe of the same color half thrown over a lacy, sheer black tank top. Her hair was down and she had a cute smirk, but it was her eyes that really drew his focus.

"Dee?"

"Um, y-yea, sorry I was waiting on a text. Just got it," he smiles. "Ah, one sec, lemme respond real quick."

"Ugh, Indy. Are you sure this isn't too much?"

"No bitch, keep drinking your champagne and stop thinking so much," she laughs as she snaps a selfie presumably for Sam.

Buzz.

Dieter: You're welcome baby. Looks like you girls are having fun 

Dieter: PS … love Indy, but I feel like I'm gonna need a photo of you by yourself 😉

"See! I told you I didn't need to be in it!" Indy slaps your arm as you both giggle. "Ok, we need to position you a little for this."

You roll your eyes as Indy starts an impromptu photoshoot of you, telling you how to pose while encouraging and hyping you up.

Dieter felt a bit more settled now that he knew the surprise made it to the girls. But, he wished he could run upstairs to devour Belle instead of whatever he ordered.

Buzz 

Belle: How's this?

Belle attached another photo of just herself. 

Good girl, following directions.

She was kneeling on the couch with her back to the camera, looking over her left shoulder with a shy smile. Her robe was pulled down on one side, exposing her bare shoulder.

His breath hitched, surprised at how bold Belle was being, no doubt spurned on by her best friend and some liquid courage. But still, he was not complaining and started to fidget a bit in his chair, trying to discreetly adjust himself underneath the table.

"He's going to think I'm not wearing anything under the robe." You pull the strap of your tank top back up.

"That's the point, silly!"

Buzz 

Dieter: wow, you're making it really hard for me to concentrate on this dinner lol

Dieter: What happened to the top you had on? I rather liked it.

"Worked like a charm," she winks at you. "Here take it off." She comes over to you and starts to pull your top off.

"Jesus Indy! What the fuck!" 

"We're going to take a picture of it on the floor, not of you,” she rolls her eyes at you. “We gotta tease him a bit. C’mon, take it off.”

You take off your robe momentarily so you can remove the top, handing it over to Indy.

“Ok, what’re going to do with that?”

“Mmm…oh, I have an idea, here, come with me,” Indy takes your hands and leads you to your room.

“Ok, lay down.”

“Seriously, Indy?”

“Just do it, I have a vision.”

You roll your eyes and hop on your bed. Indy positions your legs crossed one over the other and then drapes the top on the bed next to your legs. She comes to sit next to you and takes a photo.

“Ok, aaaand… send!”

Buzz

 Belle: Oh, you mean this?

Dieter leaned forward to put the phone down into his lap so Liz or Maria wouldn’t see it. He saw Belle’s bare legs crossed on what had to be her bed, with her top alongside her.

Fuuuuuck. Is she naked right now? 

“Should we order some dessert, Dee?” Liz looked at him a bit confused as to what was distracting him.

“No!” He didn’t mean for that to come out as loud and forceful as it did. “Ah, I mean, no, I’m good. I’m actually getting kinda tired…busy day tomorrow.” His tight-lipped smile didn’t fool Liz, who smirked at him.

Once you send the photo, you put your top back on and go out to the living room to giggle as you snap some racy photos of Indy for Sam. You both sipped the champagne and snacked as she filled you in on some of the on-set gossip, but you couldn’t help but keep glancing at your phone, expecting a response from Dieter. As time went on, your face dropped a bit and Indy sensed your confidence dwindling. 

“Don’t get in your head about it, there’s probably a good reason why he hasn’t responded.”

“You don’t think it was too much?”

“If I have to tell you no one more goddamn time I swear I’m going to smack you.”

Knock.

“Hmm…think Dee got us another bottle of champagne? We definitely don’t need it,” Indy laughs as she walks to the door to open it. “Oh, hi!”

“Hey, um is Belle here?”

You straighten up on the couch, peer over to the front door, and see a floppy mess of curls behind Indy.

“Y-yea, she’s in here,” Indy closes the door and does a little dance behind Dieter as he quickly makes his way over to you. “I’ll um…head to my room,” she winks as she grabs her glass and the bottle of champagne before retiring down her hallway.

You stand up to greet Dieter, who immediately brings you in for a hug and then starts kissing your neck.

“W-what are you doing here?” You start to whimper a bit as you feel one of his large hands move down to your ass to squeeze it as he trails kisses across your collarbone and up the other side of your neck.

“I…you…fuck you look so good baby,” he was trying to string words together between his kisses before he finally pulls back and looks you up and down. “Hmm…you put this back on, didn’t you?” He rubs his thumb along the hem of your top.

You hide your face in his chest. “Sorry, I…all of that, it was Indy’s idea.”

“And it’s the best fucking idea she’s had.” He chuckles as he moves back, grabbing your face. “You were driving me insane you know that? Could barely concentrate on dinner because I wanted to come up here and…” he trails off as he kisses you.

You deepen the kiss and pull on his sweatshirt to walk him back to your room. “W-what…hmm… what did you want to come up here and do?” You manage to get out as he nips along your jaw.

“Mmm…had lots of things in mind,” he smiles into your neck. 

“Me too.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I um…there’s something I want to do.” 

You make it to your room and close the door. You work his sweatshirt up and over his head, and your breath hitches when you realize he didn’t have a shirt on underneath. You look up at him and grab his face to kiss him again.

“Hey,” he pulls back, panting. “I want you to do whatever you feel comfortable with ok? We could stop right now and go to bed.”

You roll your eyes and pout, “But that would be no fun.”

He chuckles as he brings you in for another kiss, working your robe off, and letting it fall to the floor.

You turn him so his back is against the door as you work on undoing his belt buckle. Once you finally get it, you start to trail kisses down his jaw, making a point to kiss the little bare patch before working down his neck and his chest. His chest moves up and down as his breathing gets faster, as you move down his stomach. You continue to work down until you’re on your knees in front of him.

As you go to unbutton his shorts he stops you, “Hey, I wanna take care of you first, baby.”

“I…uh…but I want to.” You could feel yourself losing a bit of the nerve you had. “Please…I…uh…”

You’re cut off by Dieter who bends down to kiss you, lifting you back up so you’re standing. 

“If you only knew how much I’ve been thinking about your sweet mouth,” he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just have fun, I’ll tell you what I like,” he smiles into your kiss.

The butterflies come flooding into your stomach as the realization of what you are about to do hits you. But Dieter seems so eager and excited, that you don’t want to lose your nerve. So you start to work your way back down again. He keeps both of his hands at his side as you take his shorts off, one of his hands twitching, itching to touch you.

You felt how excited he was earlier, but now staring at it head-on, your mouth salivates. You hook your fingers under his boxers and your mouth parts as he springs out. He looks so beautiful and confident standing bare in front of you. You look up at him through your eyelashes to see him giving you a smug smile.

You move a bit closer, licking your lips as you lightly wrap your hand around the base and slowly start to swirl your tongue along his tip, stopping to swipe at the bead of precum which makes him shiver and whimper.

“Fuck, you look so pretty baby,” he pants.

He moves one of his hands and threads his fingers through your hair, lightly resting his hand on the back of your head as you slowly take him in. He whimpers again as you slowly move him in and out. You look up at him and see his head thrown back against the wall, slack-jawed, and his eyes clenched shut. He’s trying to praise and encourage you through his panting, but it’s coming out as an incoherent mess of "oh shit" and "fuck" among other things. 

You catch his eyes a few moments later as he moves his head to look down at you. The eye contact nearly sends him over the edge, his grip on your hair tightens as you keep a steady pace.

"Fuck…shit, I'm…I'm close baby, where…where can I?"

You hollow your cheeks as you move off of him, and an obscene pop sounds through the empty room.

"Wherever you want," you pant as you take him again with even more enthusiasm than before.

"Holy shit…I…keep doing that."

There was something powerful about seeing this gorgeous man reduced to a whimpering mess all because of you. 

I still got it.

You always thought you were pretty good at oral, you and Indy had traded enough tips and tricks over the years to each perfect your preferred methods. But like most everything related to intimacy, Ryan wrecked it. His preferred method for receiving a blow job was ramming his dick so far down your throat that you'd choke and gag on it. He got some sick satisfaction from seeing your humiliation. Oftentimes by that point, he was close and all you needed to do was finish him off with your hand. 

But with Dieter, you wanted all of him, you couldn’t get enough. As you continued bringing him in and out, you felt his thigh twitch and his grip on your hair tighten, which you surprisingly were into.

"Baby, l-look…at me," Dieter pants as you look up through your eyelashes again as you lick up the underside of his shaft. "Fuck, I'm gonna… I'm…"

You return your mouth to him as his release starts, and you're ready for it as it hits the back of your throat. Dieter is making the most obscene noises and you continue working him through until he pulls you off abruptly.

"Shit," he quickly pants. "Fuck, sorry, that was ….I'm…gonna need a second," he chuckles as he rests his head on the wall, closing his eyes and catching his breath. You take a few moments to make a mental picture of this before standing up.

You go to wipe the side of your mouth to collect the last bit of cum that escaped your lips when he opens his eyes and leans forward licking it off instead.

Your eyes go wide as he leans back against the wall. His smug smile returns before he cups your face and starts to kiss you. It becomes deeper as his tongue explores your mouth, stopping a couple of times to either slightly bite or suck on your bottom lip.

He pulls back, looking at you with a bit of desperation. "Get on the bed. Please." 

With Dieter, you were trying so hard to block out all of the bad shit that you associated with sex. Because what you just did? That was fun. He makes you feel giddy, appreciated and wanted.

You smirk and saunter over to your bed sitting on the edge as you watch him walk over, his eyes black with lust. 

"Move back up."

You shuffle backward onto the bed, feeling some deja vu from this morning. Except this time, you were more than willing to have Dieter do whatever he wanted.

He crawls towards you and stops, taking a moment to check in with you. Your chest moves up and down, trying to catch your breath in anticipation of what is to come. 

He takes one of your feet in his hands and starts to trail kisses up from the arch up to your ankle and calf before stopping at your knee. You shiver a bit as the prickliness of his beard rubs against your skin. He puts the sole of your foot onto the bed so your knee is propped up, looking at you and licking his lips before he does the same thing to your other leg. He shuffles himself between your knees again checking in with you.

"Want me to keep going?"

You nod and he shakes his head.

"I gotta hear you, baby, tell me what you want."

"You," you pant. He's not touching you at this point but the anticipation is building.

"Want me to what?"

"I …uh … I…" You cover your eyes with your hands, a little embarrassed about saying what you want out loud.

Dieter crawls up your body, one of his hands working to uncover your face.

"Hey, don’t hide. If you want me to stop I can."

"No, I …sorry, I'm just not umm…"

"Not used to asking for what you want?"

"Yeah…that," you chuckle. 

"Tell me, and if you don't want to say it then show me."

"Mmm okay. Um, I want this," you bring two fingers up to his lips, which he promptly takes the opportunity and kisses them, "here," you take your fingers off his lips and thread them between your bodies. 

He pushes off to see your fingers stop over your mound, a smile coming across his face. "Yea? You sure?"

"Yes. Please."

He takes a deep breath and kisses you. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he smirks as you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone. "I aim to please." 

The trek back down your body is deliberate and slow as he presses open-mouth kisses over your top before stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He lets out a breath and looks up at you again. He hooks his fingers and starts to pull your shorts down. He licks his lips as he sees the black lacy underwear you had on. You push up on your forearms to get a better view. The image of his fluffy curls and broad shoulders between your legs is nearly enough to get you over the edge.

“You still good?”

“Mhmm…y-yea,” you smile.

“Good.”

He takes the lace off and presses kisses up and down one of your thighs as his hand caresses the other. You start to writhe in anticipation as he moves closer and closer to your core. He hooks one arm around your thigh and the other hand rests on your lower stomach. 

You close your eyes and feel him lick a long stripe up, your hips buck up at the sensation. 

“Fuuuuck,” you whimper, throwing your head back. Your eyes are clenched shut but you can feel him smiling as he continues to work his way around, like a man starved.

It honestly feels like you blacked out for a second, overcome by the pleasure of Dieter’s tongue. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you’re so overwhelmed by it all you can’t even pinpoint everything he’s doing or the sounds he’s making. All you know is that it feels amazing and you don’t want him to stop. You prop yourself up on one forearm and use your free hand to tug on his curls.

As he concentrates on your clit, you feel him press a finger inside you, which makes your hips buck up even more, but his other hand presses you back down. He continues to work you over, you can practically see stars as he hits a spot you haven’t felt a partner hit in a long time. You hoped that Indy had some headphones in because you couldn’t control the moans that came from the depths of your throat as Dieter pushed you over the edge.

He worked you down the other side of your climax, whispering praises as he kissed your thigh. You both sat silent for a moment, taking in what just happened. You couldn’t remember the last time you came from getting eaten out. 

“Oh my god,” you pant. “You…you’re really fucking good at that,” you giggle as Dieter comes back up to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. You could feel him smile into your neck as you catch your breath.

“I’m glad…I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he kisses you, pushing his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself. “You’re amazing you know that? So fucking beautiful.”

“Yeah?” You smile into his kiss.

He pushes up to look at you, tracing his thumb down the side of your face. “Why would you think you aren’t anything less than perfect?” You turn away from him, blushing a bit as he sighs. “Ugh, try and forget him yea? I knew he was a fucking idiot before but now,” his eyes trail down your body. “But now I know it without a shadow of a doubt.”

You both kiss again, a little slower than before, taking time to explore each other. Your hands find their way back to his hair, your fingers scraping lightly along his scalp. You can feel him getting hard again as he moves his hand under your top before you pull back. 

“Is…is it ok if this is all we do tonight?” You bite your lip, confused as he starts to laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“We’ve done so much already!” He kisses you, still smiling. “You teased me, got me all riled up, and then I came up here and you…” his eyebrow twitched as he smirked. “All I’ve wanted is to be close to you however you’ll let me, and so I’m over the fucking moon right now.”

“Really?” he nods as he kisses you again. “Well, I am too,” you giggle as he nipped at your jaw, moving down to your neck. 

You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you’re both under the covers, your head resting on his chest as his fingers dance through your hair.

“Can I stay here tonight?” he finally broke the peaceful silence, glancing down at you. 

“Y-yea, I’d like that.”

“I think I need to bring you with me on all of my photoshoots if this is how they end,” he winks as you laugh into his chest. He brings his arms around you, his warm embrace filling your stomach with butterflies again. The last thing you remember is him kissing the top of your head before you doze off to sleep.

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A/N: I had plans to write other things this week, but Dieter kept yelling at me so here I am with two Working Title updates in the same week. I can’t guarantee how quickly the next one will arrive, but hopefully, this settles a bit of the slow burn we’ve been working on. There’s part two of the photoshoot in the next chapter along with another day on set filming.

Thank you for reading. I appreciate all of the kind comments, reblogs, and likes … it makes my day!

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Fav zukka fic of all time?

Ahhhh this is really hard. I haven't really read that many but I have like 4 or 5 that I constantly reread...

If I had to name an absolute favorite it's Will We Last the Night by CSHfic, VSfic !! Literally every zukka fan needs to read this fic. It's incredibly well written and paced. Personally I also think the characterization is so spot on like yeah this is all stuff Sokka would say. I also in general love long fics that flesh out how Sokka and Zuko come from enemies to friends and then bfs

My favorite scene has to be this one btw:

Azula scowled and moved to take a bending stance, but before she could the ground lurched violently. The force nearly threw Sokka to his knees. Zuko grabbed his arm to steady him as the conning tower plummeted several feet downward, the lift losing pressure as the steam escaped. 

“Jump,” Sokka said, and Zuko was thick-headed, impulsive, and absolutely perfect, so he didn’t even hesitate, shoving Sokka backwards before Azula could even register the word.

They hit the deck hard, and it shuddered terrifyingly under their weight. He nearly lost his footing again, and somehow managed to keep it between Zuko’s vice-like grip on his arm and the adrenaline-fueled thundering of his heart.

I really want to draw out a lot of scenes from this fic but I have so little time realistically ! </3 Hopefully I get to it soon.

#answered ask #anon ask #this one and epistles by Lady of the flowers on AO3 are really tied idk... #I love long fics that let the slow burn and relationship really develop know

[xxsycamore]

WEAKNESS OF A GOD

╰┈➤ Scien experiences the effects of neglecting a bothersome bodily need that he couldn't get rid of. Lucky for him, he has a maid who is always so ready to be at his service - not even waiting to hear what this is all about.

Scien Brofiise x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Master/Servant; Blow Jobs; Sexual Inexperience; Virginity; Choking; Come Eating; Praise Kink • wordcount: 2,409 • masterlist

a/n: This takes place fairly at the beginning of Scien's route, but still be wary of spoilers. After having my mind in the gutter throughout it, and now while playing the rest of the routes too... I just had to take a pause and get this out of my chest...

It's not long after the beginning of yet another day of being Scien Brofiise's maid when it happens.

"Ahhhh, how burdensome. I just can't work like this."

The sudden groan of frustration startles you, as you're used to Scien being completely silent while he works, ensuring nothing is breaking his concentration. You pause your ministrations of preparing a plate with the sandwiches you brought for him, turning to face him with concern written across your face.

"Was I being too loud? I'm sorry…"

"It's not about you. Just an annoying bodily function I've yet to find a way to get rid of. I've been putting off the research about this since it rarely bothers me. But when it does, it can be very irritating and long-lasting."

You let out a small hum in understanding, even though… you don't really understand. Scien is a genius; if whatever he's referring to is proving to be hard for him to tackle, then it must be something serious.

"Can I help somehow?"

The sharp rustling sound of paper announces him showing attention by lowering his study papers to meet your gaze. His eyes are as icy as you always remember them to be, his mouth relaxed in a slight frown which you often read as disapproval. It makes you instantly regret your humble suggestion - how can you be so foolish as to expect you can be of help where his diamond mind couldn't come up with a solution on its own?

"You're fast to offer your help as always. You haven't even heard what this is about."

"W-Well, I thought since I'm your maid…that would be my job. To help you out so you don't have to get distracted from your work…!"

Just as I feed you during the day and do things in your stead, you don't say out loud.

The corner of Scien's mouth lifts in a smirk.

"What a good maid I've picked. Come here."

The sudden praise catches you off-guard, as Scien rarely gives you any and especially not before you get the job done. It's almost as if you're starting to see some sudden shift in his aura that you've never seen before. Being around him for so long sharpened your senses to even subtle changes in his demeanor, but at the end of the day he remains too complex to be figured out. It prods at your curiosity, and like the good maid you've been called, you're quick to comply and stride to his side.

He's sitting at his desk this morning, not yet having resorted to using the couch or the floor for maximizing his comfort, likely due to doing more note-taking than reading at the moment. The sound of a chair dragging across the floor can be heard just in time as you arrive next to the desk, and your eyes dart down to see…

Scien having a more than noticeable hard-on tenting his white trousers.

Your mouth falls open and you hurry to shift your gaze away, bringing your hands in front of your mouth and face in an attempt to hide your embarrassing reaction to the even more embarrassing sight.

Scien doesn't as much as move a muscle to hide the obscure display or to soothe your panic. He treats this the same way he treats every other thing in your day-to-day interactions as a master and maid.

"What has gotten into you, are you some kind of a blushing maiden? Well, I suppose you are one, practically."

He puts his chin in his hand, tweaking his calculations as to how this piece of information affects what he's going to ask of you. He helps paint the picture for you, seeing how lost you are.

"As I said, this is just a normal bodily function. Even though I modified my body to remove such useless things that only manifest as an obstacle in the way of my work… It seems like the root of the cause is not an emotion per se. It has to do with hormone shifts that are highly unpredictable and hard to control. Both ignoring the problem and tending to it is a pain in the ass for me."

Scien adopts that mildly irritated look on his face that you've trained yourself at curing to your best extent, and despite the cataclysm going on inside your head, you pick up the pattern of logic in what he's saying. There's always solid logic behind what he's saying, you know better than to doubt him.

Going in that direction of thought, even if you're yet to lower your hands from where they cover your heated cheeks…

"What if someone else takes care of it for you?"

"Eureka. So you're not as virgin-minded as you appeared to be just a second ago."

His words send another wave of hot embarrassment through you, but this time it strangely nestles low in your belly. Your hands awkwardly fall to your sides, fingers twitching a little as if unsure of what to do next.

"Are you still willing to do this?"

Scien asks, and you recognize no traces of impending disappointment in his gaze. He asks you not as a maid, but as a woman.

Either way, the answer is yes.

The nodding of your head must have looked overexcited to him, because he lets out a small chuckle that makes your heart hammer in your chest.

"Well, a good starting point would be getting down on your knees."

Oh. He must have noticed your hesitation and is quick to give you directions… which you follow just as quickly, falling to your knees rather clumsily. You also failed to consider where you're best positioned for that task - namely, under his desk, if you want him to keep working comfortably on his research.

Scien seems not to mind the display of you crawling on all fours under the desk, if not being rather amused by it, judging by the way his eyes follow your every movement.

Out of every daze-inducing imagery that popped up in your head in the short duration of finding yourself where you currently are, the sight right in front of you right now is one you weren't prepared for. Being between the legs of Scien Brofiise as he nonchalantly works at bringing prosperity to your nation, making it look all so effortless as getting pleasured at the same time does little to distract him… you feel like you're servicing a God.

Seeing his hard bulge up close, you fight back your own shameless thoughts and hurry to get started. He must be aching with arousal by now, ignoring it for so long…

Before you can reach out and tackle the unfamiliar task of undoing a man's pants, a larger pair of hands come to interfere. To your surprise Scien does it in your stead, probably assuming that you'll struggle with that part too…

If anything, it only makes you more eager to prove your reliability. Your hands bump into Scien's but you don't let the accident dampen your confidence, as you prepare yourself mentally.

However, seeing his now freed cock is nothing you could've possibly be prepared for - even though you had a general idea of what his genitals are supposed to look like, Scien's size is…

"So big…"

"Did you say something, maid?"

Gulping down the lump in your throat, you shake your head before remembering Scien won't be able to see your non-verbal response, so you mumble something instead.

"It's nothing… please concentrate on your work, Scien."

The ambient noises of him working resume as if to confirm that this is indeed what he intended to do, and you have a moment to catch your breath. The twitching monster of a cock before you remains in its full-mast glory, demanding to be pleasured, and you know you should get to work.

Wrapping your hand around it curiously, you wonder what kind of motion would be best to start with. It seems like your single hand does a poor job of covering its whole length, so you try using your other hand as well. Curling your hands together back and forth slowly, you desperately wait for a sign, anything, that would indicate you're doing things correctly. If Scien experiences arousal, does that mean he experiences pleasure as well? Or would he just reach his climax without warning and then tell you to come out from under the desk once it's all over?

Scien doesn't know this, but you're actually a really bad maid. Instead of caring about his relief, you care for those dirty, selfish things…

You feel his hot flesh pulsing in your hands, and you take note of the reaction. Instead of massaging him, you try different movements, like pumping him, and he seems to like it better. But you're not sure how long you should do this. Scien is probably asking you to fellate him, and if the tiny bits of knowledge you possess about this are to be trusted, then you're supposed to take him in your…

Parting your lips, you find your mouth watering at the thought of inserting his cock inside it. Though there shouldn't be anything pleasurable for you in the act, this is somehow exciting. You wet your lips before preparing to take him in, feeling a bit intimidated by the task because of Scien's size.

As expected, only a small part of his cock can fit inside your mouth. You whimper around it, disappointed in yourself, wondering if this requires some kind of training. Remembering to use your hands as well, you caress the remaining part of his length while simultaneously sucking on his cock.

The sensation is… weird. It makes your head dizzy, to have something that big in your mouth, it also makes you feel full in an unexpected way. You're fairly sure this kind of stimulation serves as resembling intercourse, but you never thought much about the party that does the pleasuring in this act. If your mouth feels this full of Scien, would it be the same in your lower parts? Wouldn't he feel even bigger down there with how tight it is? Can you make him feel nice with your body just like you do with the suction of your mouth? Despite the large part of your focus falling on your upper half right now, the place between your legs screams in neglect like it never did before. You can all but feel your core clenching, and without realizing it, you sync the act of hollowing out your cheeks with it.

If Scien keeps having such troublesome bodily needs, would he be opposed to the idea of you seeking out better methods to help him out?

The thought makes you shiver, and you can't recognize yourself. The effect he has on you has made itself known since the very first day you met him, yet you failed to notice just when you got here, hoping for such perverse things.

And then you hear it - a moan.

"Ahh…"

At first, you don't believe your ears - even with the big mass of flesh in your mouth muffling your own sounds, you can barely keep them at bay, and thus making it easy to mistake it for your own. But the way it rolls out of his throat, hoarse and darkly, you're sure it was him.

With the need inside you set ablaze, you squeeze your legs together and begin pleasuring him with a new vigor, now confident that you're doing the right thing. You want to hear it more - Scien's blissful moans as he approaches his climax. The muscles of his legs are somehow stiffer now, as if he's at his limit, opening them a little wider to allow you to be between them more comfortably. The sound of his pen sliding on the paper goes from consistent and smooth to a rapid screech, as if he's scratching out a mistake, only to die out completely in the next moment, pen set down and rolling across the desk.

"You're doing a good job. Keep going."

There's something urgent in his voice, as if he's trying his hardest to guide you without letting out a broken moan, and it makes you whine around the cock inside your mouth. Knowing that you broke his concentration almost made you rethink your strategy at pleasuring him, so you're a bit surprised to hear him praising you for your job instead of scolding you. You don't need him to tell you twice; you keep your pace, moving your head up and down despite the saliva accumulating at the corners of your mouth and sliding down your chin. You're a bit messy for a maid, but anything that makes Scien happy is the right thing to do.

Eager to make him meet his climax, you don't realize how hard you try to take more of his length inside your mouth, until it's too late.

"Nghhh…!"

Not familiar with your own limits, the tip of Scien's cock hits the back of your throat, making your eyes fill with tears instantly. It seems like this served as the final push to send him over the edge, as Scien groans out some kind of profanity you've never heard before, and spills against your unguarded throat.

"Ahhh….mmm…"

His thick, salty spurts of cum make you choke as you fail to drink them down, and send you into a coughing fit.

While your eyes are tightly shut in an attempt to focus on calming yourself down, you register a delicate touch on your cheek.

You open your eyes to see Scien looking down at you with something akin to worry on his face, that morphs into a content smile the very moment your coughing fit passes. The warmth of his hand spilling through the black glove makes you melt, and you nuzzle into the caress shamelessly. Scien seems to not mind at all, and when you take a better look at his face, another pang of arousal rushes down to your nethers. You've never seen him like this; with his face reddened and his eyes darkened with lust. He's looking at you differently now, in a way he doesn't usually do.

You guess that even Gods have their weaknesses.

Smiling weakly with your teary eyes and with come smeared on your lips, you summon the last remains of your composure.

"You can now focus on your research, Scien!"

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[delqcate]

mama kissed santa claus!

in when the youngest malfoy is just a tad too excited for christmas and catches something...unexpected

{credits to the gif owner}

warnings: some cussing

paring: d.m. and y.n.

a/n: sorry for the long hiatus guys! i haven't been motivated to write at all and school has been catching up to me, i'm sorry if this is rushed but i wish you all a merry christmas and an amazing new year <3

p.s. i have no fucking idea how the hell how to spell santas fucking last name, also, not proofread. i never do 😭

IT WAS AROUND midnight in malfoy mannor and everyone was sound asleep. well, almost everyone. because just a few rooms away from y/n and draco's room lays a very hyper scorpius, playing with his dragon stuffie before thinking of a clever idea.

operation: catch santa claus.

he grabs his teddy and makes his way out of his room, having to tip toe just slightly to open his door quietly and walk down the stairs carefully. as scorpuis' little pats could be heard, a set of heavy footsteps accompanied them.

scorpius reaches the bottom of the staircase and runs, well, waddles to the living room, hiding behind the couch where his small body blends in the shadows. he thinks he's just missed santa before he sees someone in a red suit and black boots and a red sack filled with toys.

'santa!' he says in his head. 'i cant wait to tell mama abwout this!' he slowly gets up and grabs his dragon stuffie, before he can waddle away he spots a familiar person, so he decides to stay and snoop.

" do you think he'll find out? " y/n says as she sits down on draco's lap, removing his santa hat. " i don't think so, he was sound asleep when i put him to bed. " draco says as he wraps his arms around her waist.

she smiles slightly and kisses him gently. draco cups her cheek and deepens the kiss, before any of them can do anything else a familiar voice filled the living room.

" mama kissed santa claus, mama kissed santa claus, ahhhh! " scorpius gets on the couch and starts to smack 'santa' with his dragon stuffie.

y/n laughs as he keeps smacking him but then trys to pry him off as draco defends himself. " s- scorp, calm down! " after a while y/n was able to pry him off and look at him. " you kissed santa mama! " scorp pouts softly and smacks her with his stuffie.

" no- no, scorp- " before y/n spills anything and ruins the magic, she thinks of something else. " ok, look. if you don't tell dada, i'll give you sweets before breakfast tomorrow but only a little. ok? " scorpius smiles and nods quickly.

" otay, otay, mama! " scorp smiles and quickly waddles back to his room, a bright smile on his face as he falls asleep.

" seriously, y/n? i got attacked and how dare you not save me! " draco gasps dramatically. y/n laughs and pecks his lips. " sorry, but it was funny ! " she smiles and giggles.

it's christmas morning and scorpius opens all his gifts with a bright smile, with a small pile of candy beside him while y/n records with a bright smile that mirrors their son.

" dada? " scorp looks at draco. " hm? " he looks at scorp. " mama kissed santa last night. " y/n gasps dramatically. " scorp you promised ! " scorp giggles as he opens more gifts.

draco looks at y/n with a smirk. " oh really? " y/n rolls her eyes. " oh, please. you're hotter anyways. " she smirks and kisses him gently.

" merry christmas, love. "

" merry christmas. "

no taglist for this one since i have not written in so long😭

#𝐂'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 // 📜 #draco my love // 😚 #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x female reader

[byleriscanon713by]

most byler song in ur opinion 🫢 (also we should be besties)

AHHHH! I die for this question! (Also we should be Besties <3)

I think looking at Byler from Wills perspective the song that fits them the most is Foolish One by Taylor Swift. It was literally written for Will. Some lyrics from the bridge:

“Now I'm slidin' down the wall with my head in my hands Sayin', "How could I not see the signs?" Oh, you haven't written me or called But goodbye screamin' in the silence And the voices in my head are tellin' me why

'Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings I'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring And you will say you had the best of intentions And maybe I will finally learn my lesson.”

Mikes pov is a tougher one for me to pick. I’m gonna go with what’s on his playlist and say Are ‘Friends’ Electric? (By Tubeway Army) Trees by McCafferty is also one I think brushes on his internalized homophobia.

And for an overall Byler song I’m probably gonna say my favorite song Boys Don’t Cry by The Cure. Will has a poster of it in the show so I have tons of theories about lyrics alluding to him and Mikes relationship in st4, but I can get into a more depth post about that later. The thing is, that song works from both of their perspectives and while I think it’s a little more Mike than Will, it still works really really well with both of their stories.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE QUESTION BESTIE!!!

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #byler is canon #byler endgame #mike wheeler is gay #byler tumblr #stranger things 5 #byler au #byler coded #everything is byler coded #mike x will #will x mike #gay mike wheeler

[greg-montgomery]

aaron hotchner x reader fic recs <3

i've been wanting to do this for a long time in case someone is looking for some hotch recs and doesn't know where to start!!

i'll start with my favorite series:

Seeing Him by @arsonhotchner is one of my favorite series ever. there is just so much longing and i love all the tension and some of the lines in this story are stuck in my brain forever <3

Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity by @maybege ahhhh <333 i love when fics start with the reader thinking that hotch doesn't like them. there's one bed and protective hotch and just all the good stuff...

Life Changes by @wilbur-rabbit !!! falling in love with aaron...this series has all my favorite tropes and so much protective hotch...

Yes, Mr. President by @doctorstethoscope okay so i have just started reading this so i haven't even been able to reblog it with my comments yet but i couldn't not include it because it's SO GOOD? these two are soulmates. (nsfw)

To Have and To Hold by @ssahotchswife comfort series <3333 getting married with aaron when you're drunk and then continuing a fake marriage <333333333333 (nsfw)

Irresistible by @fatherhotchner oh goddddd...i don't even know what to say about this one. so hot and the writing is sooooo good. the parts from aaron's pov make me go feral <333 (nsfw)

Breaking Up Slowly by @hotchs-bitch if you want to experience some real fucking pain read this <333 the angst is so well written i felt like i was actually going through a breakup.

As it Seems by @ladylibby !! as it seems my beloved <333 it's so SWEET!!! aaron falls in love so hard in this and his thoughts about the reader always make me melt and i just ahhhh i love it.

Come Back Home by @hotched tolerate it by taylor swift makes me think of this fic :( it hurts a lot it's such a favorite.

Lifelong by @arsonhotchner it will break your heart but it will glue it back together <33 unrequited love hurts me like nothing else so this series is so close to my heart.

Enough For Now by @cconstant-ccraving this is only two parts but omfg. i love it so much. hotch is really mean to the reader but then something happens. i think about this every day.

and now for one shots:

Little Things by @shyhotch it's so sweet and cute and fluffy and it's what aaron deserves!!! that's exactly the life he should be living and i always get butterflies in my stomach when i think about this fic.

Everything Worthy by @shyhotch aaron in this..............pls...how can one man be this hot and this sweet at the same time. it's about having your first time with hotch and omg it's just perfect. (nsfw)

An awful lot like goodbye by @kryptonitejelly hurts SO GOOD!! i loved loved loved it. (nsfw)

baby by @needinghotch this is so fucking cute i can't!! hotch accidentally calls you baby in front of the team aaahhhhhhhhhh

Spider-Man Lunchbox by @hotched the life he DESERVES. bringing him lunch at work with little jack <333

Meet the Hotchners by @ssahotchswife I LOVE THIS FIC. the way aaron acts in this is so dreamy...and it's going undercover as a couple trope ahhh <33 (nsfw)

More by @arsonhotchner i can't even begin to explain how hot this is. like aaron's words make me go insane. (nsfw)

anytime by @heliotropehotch this just hits different when you're constantly worried if you're good enough at your job. i'd give anything to have hotch comfort me about it like this.

Book Club by @ssahotchswife this is just soooo fluffy and cute and i want to read and talk about books with aaron so bad.

Big Dick Energy by @maybege this is soooo hotttt <3333 god i wish that were me. (nsfw)

new beginnings by @gxtitobxby the softest thing 🥺 if this was my life i'd never complain about anything ever again.

i'll probably make a p2 of this post bc i know i'll remember fics that i love and that i forgot to include here!! <33

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fic recs #hotch fic recs #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch 🪐

[littleladymab]

Fic Authors Self-Rec!

Ahhhh thank you @fourteenfifteen for the tag! (You can find Hen's post over here!)

Rules: When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love

Also I'm totally going to CHEAT, because I absolutely LOVE my two big series that are NOT popular at all LMAO

the scars that we're made of series! This is my "Star Wars Rebels S5" fic. This is my "did you hate the ahsoka show for yes girl giving us nothing??" this is my "do you also want to know what happens after rebels but don't want it to be EXCLUSIVELY thranto?" THIS IS MY FAVORITE SERIES I'VE WRITTEN like the whole thing top to bottom bangers imo It's not yet finished, I still have to write my Eli prequel but honestly, if you love Rebels, read this! Here's the tumblr post for main fic, far from the world that i made.

inside every open eye series! This is a fantasy Magnus Archives fic, in which Sasha steps in to take over the role of the Archivist after Jon goes missing during a ritual for the Beholding. I love a lot of the visuals from this, and I loved writing for Sasha -- plus there's a lot of fun side-stories. This one is complete! Here's tumblr post for the main fic, tiny cracks of light.

my place to land. What is UP SIGNET/ECHO NATION, ALL FIVE OF YOU! I wrote a novel for my rare pair because i am actually three bodyguard AUs in a trench coat captaining the good ship I made up. Twilight Mirage is still my favorite fatt season, because it is exactly my aesthetic and also, Signet is there. This is still one of my favorite fics, even though I can think of many things that i would change upon a rewrite. I got a lot of amazing gift art from friends when I was updating it, too, and I treasure everyone who came to read it!! It is currently still the longest fic in the fatt tag, but not for long it does look like there is someone rapidly catching up with 74k on a 6/14 chapter fic. It was fun while it lasted! Unfortunately, twitter moments went kaput so I will have to figure out some other way to put all the wonderful fanart everyone made for me!

'til my lungs burn bright. Affectionately called my "regency magic spies AU" for Ace Attorney, specifically this is for AA4/Klapollo!! This is a sequel to a fic I haven't finished yet! (Someone encourage me to finish the main fic! it's what i'm supposed to be working on this month!!) I love this setting SO much and I loved making all the little references to in-game moments. Here's the tumblr link to the fic ;) I had a hard time picking between this and my sleeping beauty klapollo au.... Also shout-outs to Joanie for doing the WONDERFUL art for it!!! (I should actually go put it in-line with the fic text too oops)

Theseus' Ship. The Anders Defender has LOGGED THE FUCK ON. That's it that's the post. No okay, it's an Anders character study and i think it absolutely slaps. Here's the tumblr link to the fic!

Bonus very short fic that I still enjoy, which you can also read even if you're not in the fandom, but Five Steps To Ensure Your Soulmate Becomes a Ghost from Rusty Quill Gaming.

Honestly I love everything I write because I am an audience of me first. The current version of my masterpost has links out to a lot of my fics from different fandoms -- like some of my other friends at the table content and my jgm labyrinth au and my lockwood fic! That's my best piece of advice: love what you write, and write for yourself first! And then the two little freaks in your group chat second 💞 I wouldn't have been able to do most of these fics without the besties, so thank you to everyone who has read my novel-length fics.

Tags: Scrambling to think of any of my fic writing friends let's goooo @luukeskywalker, @mariusperkins, @lesbianahsokatano, @redtailedhawk90, @bardicspiration, @krisseycrystal , @strangeharpy and there's so many of you i love you all, please go flaunt your writing and talk about your five favorite fics!! and tag me!!

#a lil miss fic #just generally a huge shoutout to kaite for being my number 1 hype man i couldn't do this without u bestie!!! #argh does anyone know why tumblr will untag people but still pretend like they're tagged

[infernalight]

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meme / always accepting

@madefate ─ Haven't interacted with Claire much, but considering two of my mutuals have spoken only good things about her, I would say they are correct from what I've seen. I enjoy seeing her on my dash and definitely want to interact more. I think we have spoken a bit ooc and ic, but until I get caught up, I cannot confirm whether or not I'm remembering correctly. Either way, I love seeing Claire on my dash and definitely want to see her around more. :)

@hifimuses ─ Ahhhh Giggs. A blessing. Someone I adore and know I can always talk to whenever I need to no matter how much time has gone by. I miss interacting with you, we need to do something in the Hellaverse since I am still working on my blog for my MHA muses. Plus we still need to finish watching the Saw series. I miss talking to you, bb!! I'm gonna lay on you, I swear. Hold you here against your will, you can't run from me <3. Giggs has some pretty great muses and is just overall wonderful to have around, no matter how long I disappear for, he's always there for me!

@lilitophidian ─ Now, let me tell you about Bambi. We've only spoken like one time, but their (I could not find mun pronouns so please correct me if you prefer something different) writing is amazing!!! It's so good and so detailed and so gory and I am just in awe of it all! Their Lilith is unique and actually similar to how I have my own (specifically the siren part), but they are also so different and despite not interacting with them ic much, I love to stalk their blog. Hi, would also very much like ic interactions, too if that's okay. UwU?

@diresang ─ Okay, okay. DO NOT get me started on Raven. I absolutely love and adore Raven with my whole being. Another mutual I had from an old blog that I got back in touch with in the Hellaverse, but the funniest thing is despite being shy beans for the first few days of following each other, we had each other on discord and I literally had been wondering if they were the same Raven I knew and it WAS, but until Raven reached out to me on discord, nothing was confirmed. I am so happy they reached out to me because I have always adored them, no matter what fandom or muses they write. I absolutely love and adore them.

@e-m-p-error ─ Key is wonderful. I adore him. He's so sweet and has so many creative ideas. Different muses, different version of said muse, and no matter what they're writing it's sooo good. He's also very, very sweet. I always adore hearing from him and even though we haven't written much ic yet, I am excited to do more with him and his amazing muses!!

#・ i am running out of creative things to say about each mun. #[ ooc ] ── * msg #── * anon #e-m-p-error #diresang #lilitophidian #hifimuses #madefate

[14carrotghoul]

"10. We get it, carrot, you're a massive band geek." BAND AU??? BAND AU???? as first clarinet in my high school marching band and someone who has had a (marching) band au in their wips forever but will never write it, pls say more?!?! pretty please????

Ahhhh it's been in my docs so long I almost couldn't find it 😭😭 I also played clarinet!! Although there were kids always fighting to the death for section leader so I was much happier stayong out of it and playing second with my friends lol also I loved playing in the mid to lower register bc I thought it sounded prettier hahaha

Sooo originally this idea was massive but I shortened it to Alex (drum major/trumpet player) warming up to Henry (pit percussion captain) after Raf pairs off the band leadership to learn from each other

I basically just have some scenes of them in leadership camp and throughout the season and a pivotal scene where they're forced to share a room/bed!

I will ramble more below for who is in what section but that's the gist!! I haven't written the resolution just all the trauma bonding (shitty parents/dead parent) and buildup :P

Zahra: HBCU grad/brass staff

Shaan: mysterious military corps/ percussion staff

Pez: quads

Nora: tenor sax

Liam: mellophone

Spencer: trombone

#my wips #i wanted to finish this last fall but witchy fic took over my whole brain!!! #also just wanted to flex that i saw THE carolina crown 2013 show!!! CHANGED MY PERSONALITY