last night was too much all at once

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aquiver (quivering, trembling): headphones on full volume, cold winter breeze, nervous glances, desperately trying to live life to the fullest, to-do lists and journals, daydreaming, missed opportunities and wanting to prove onself

mellifluous (sweet, smooth, pleasing to hear sound): dried flowers, morning rays of sunshine, eloquent sentences, waiting for a sign, mythology and fairytales, sucker for aesthetics, Polaroid pictures and old architecture

hiraeth (a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was): neon lights, airports and gas stations at night, either being extremely private or always oversharing, the adrenaline of winning arguments, marble and ice

limerence (the state of being infatuated with another person): long eye contact, staying up until 3 am, wanting to pick a random train and get away, being described as “out of it”, sitting in a car just to finish listening to that song, fatalist humour

syzygy (an alignment of celestial bodies): never being fully satisfied, inferiority superiority complex, overthinking, reading 5 books at once, dark academia, late night conversations, “is this all there is?”

ephemeral (lasting a very short time): chasing the feeling of being alive, laughing and crying at once, wishing to be a mermaid, saying “I don’t care” very caringly, either writing really long answers or just “ok”

vellichor (the strange wistfulness of used bookshops): googling random trivia in the middle of the night, being extremely enthusiastic but never actually finishing the project, poems and pretty words, caring too much, never having enough book marks

Another Man (One Shot)

Inspired by this pic of drunk Harry at the Another Man launch party last year. He looked too fine to not write about. Sorry if I hyped it up too much and isn’t as filthy as y’all expected.


The bones in my feet cracked and a long groan emitted from my body as I stretched from my head to my toes. I had been cramped up in the same position for the past five or six hours, occasionally taking a stretch break every once in a while to make sure blood was still flowing. It was a Saturday night and I usually spent them with Harry but tonight was different. I had a 10 page research report due on Monday about mental diseases and therapy, just now finishing after slaving away for several hours.

Usually I had my work done during the week but I was distracted everyday because of Harry. He was stressing out about the launch of his feature in Another Man magazine. I had to help him plan his launch party and make sure he had the right suit and other things that seem unimportant now. The party was scheduled to tonight, and of course I couldn’t go with Harry.

At first, Harry was reluctant to go without me, feeling bad that I was stuck at home doing work while he was celebrating with his friends and having a good time. I forced him to go. After all, the party was for him and not me. Admittedly, I was disappointed in the fact that I would be missing such an important event for him and I knew how much he wanted me to be there. But I had pushed off the assignment for too long and if it weren’t done today, then it would never get done.

I heard the chime of the alarm system go off, indicating that a door had just opened. Knowing it was Harry, I wasn’t alarmed when I heard him whistling the same tune he always did as his footsteps padded up the stairs to our bedroom. Harry came into view, staring down at his phone as he tapped a message to someone.

“Still awake, I see,” he said, continuing to type his message as I sat criss-crossed in front of my laptop. His words were slightly slurring together but not as much as they would if he were really drunk.

“Mhmm. Have a fun time at your party?” I replied, saving my work and shutting the laptop before pushing it to the side.

“Yeah. Had a few drinks, if you don’t mind,” Harry said, glancing at me for only a second before looking back at his phone. “I see you’ve had some, too.” He was referring to the almost empty glass of wine I had sitting on the bedside table.

“Well, I had to celebrate you somehow. Even if it was just by myself,” I quipped happily. I don’t know if it was the wine or I was just glad he was home after a long day but I had this tingly feeling in my toes. Not to mention, he certainly looked delicious. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His lips were as pink as ever, surrounded by a week’s worth of stubble, and his eyes were drooping slightly from being tipsy. He had cut his hair a few months ago, getting rid of the long locks that went past his shoulders and introducing a new hairstyle that I’d never imagine seeing on him. It suited him, making him look even older and more mature. All I could say was that he looked delicious, even this late at night.

Harry rambled on about his night, talking about the many celebrities that congratulated him on this magazine cover and how his older sister was highly jealous of him. His already loose tie was discarded on the dresser along with the many rings he wore on his fingers. He made his way to the closet to take off the rest of his clothes, making light conversation with me as he did this.

“I wish you would’ve come, love. Probably would’ve been more fun,” he said.

“Me too. Maybe next time,” I replied.

“Mum wouldn’t stop asking ‘bout you. She was running my ear the entire night, saying I shouldn’t have left the only girl she’s ever liked all by herself at home. Almost think she loves you more than I do.”

I laughed softly. Anne never failed to shower me with love in any way possible, even if it meant overlooking Harry completely. She always said that I was the perfect match for Harry, and everyday I believed her more. We were in sync in and we rarely fought, and if we did it always ended with rough sex.

My skin was on fire. All I wanted to do was kiss him and let him touch me everywhere. “Harry?”

“Yeah?” Harry replied, completely disregarding the fact that I cut him off mid-sentence. He was rambling on about George Barnett telling him a joke that only Harry would find funny. I could still hear him rummaging around in the closet.

“Can you come here?” I said trying not to sound whiny.

“Give me a minute. These bloody shoes are a bit hard to get off,” Harry said as he grunted in frustration. He continued on with his story that seemed to drag on and on.

I sighed. This was taking longer than I expected and the heat between my legs was causing me to squirm. “Baby?”

Harry emerged from the closet, still wearing his loose button up shirt and pants. “What is it?” He asked.

I bit my lip and motioned my finger for him to come here. A small smirk spread across his lips as he came closer, his tall frame towering over me while I sat on my knees on the bed. I leaned in for a kiss, humming against his lips as I felt knots in my stomach form. Harry’s lips moved slowly but expertly on mine as his hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck and into my hair. His other hand cupped my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Harry was an amazing kisser, always knowing when to use his tongue and how much to use.

The stubble around his mouth and on his chin tickled me but I had to hold back my laugh. I could only imagine how it’d feel if it were tickling the insides of my thighs instead while I rode his face.

Harry detached our lips and pecked my cheek. “One of those nights, huh?” he asked with a small smirk on his lips that made me want to kiss him even more. His thumb ran over my lips and pulled my bottom lip down as I nodded my head and whimpered a little, craving to feel his lips on mine again. I licked the tip of his thumb before enveloping it into my mouth, sucking lightly and making Harry hum.

“Missed you. And your fingers,” I hummed. Harry slipped two of his fingers into my mouth, allowing me to suck on them like I would his cock, bobbing my head up and down against him. I maintained eye contact with him because I knew how much it drove him crazy. I didn’t mind tasting the metal of his rings. I was too focused on the tips of his fingers poking at the back of my throat, making me gag but turn him on at the same time. I gagged once more before pulling back and licking his fingers, a small giggle coming from my spit covered lips that curved into a sinister smile.

God, you’re so sexy, beautiful, gorgeous,” he said, cupping my face again and kissing me in between each praise. My hands ran up and down his exposed chest. I fucking loved it when he had the first few buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his toned chest and the cross necklace that dangled on his collarbones. Something about it made me crazy and want to jump his bones in a heartbeat.

I pulled away for a brief second just to whine, “fuck me,” before planting kisses from the corner of Harry’s mouth down to his neck and collarbones. I took the cross necklace between my teeth and looked up at Harry, who had his lips parted slightly, nearly drooling at the sight of his girl begging for it.

Harry held my chin between his forefinger and thumb, lifting it up slightly and releasing the necklace from my teeth. He placed a soft kiss to my lips that earned a soft moan from me.

“I’m tempted. Not tonight, kitten. M'really drained. What good would a half-assed fuck be if I can’t give you the pleasure you want?” Harry said. The hand that he had on the back of my neck rubbed circles in my hair. There was no way that all of that didn’t even make him hard.

I pouted, feeling desperate just for a touch from him. “Please, just a little bit,” I begged. “Doesn’t have to be for long. Just put the tip in and I’ll cum in minutes. I need you.”

Harry chuckled softly and pressed kisses on my lips and cheeks. As much as he loved when I begged like this, he wasn’t budging. “Sorry, love. Tomorrow,” he said. He placed a tender kiss on my lips once more before disappearing back into the closet to take off the rest of his clothes and change into something more fitting for sleep.

I sighed in defeat as I plopped down in bed and shut off my bedside lamp. Harry slid into bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my body and pulling me closer. He nibbled on my earlobe before kissing it and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck before mumbling a good night that I reciprocated kindly but bitterly.


Sleep wasn’t an option since I kept waking up every hour, craving for Harry. We’d barely touched each other all week except for when I sucked him off while he was driving home on Tuesday.

It was three in the morning and all I could think about was me riding his cock or even his face. I whimpered as my mind flickered to the thoughts of his pretty pink lips covered with juices from my orgasm as he inched me towards the brink of another one. My thighs squeezed together just thinking about the dirty things he’d say to me like “so wet for me kitten” or “fuck you taste so good” or “I bet your pussy would feel so good on my cock”

Judging by the way he was breathing, I knew Harry was fast asleep, so there was no chance of me waking him up for a 3 am quickie, for he’d be angry and tell me to go back to sleep. Even though he was knocked out, I could still feel his bulge behind me. This usually happened whenever we slept like this. I usually wore one of his T shirts and panties to sleep— sometimes skipping the latter— and he would wear boxers or shorts without underwear. Harry would get his morning wood because I moved too much in my sleep and I usually ignored it but tonight was different. His arm was wrapped around my waist and his breath was on the back of my neck. I decided to do the one thing that would help my situation.

I circled my hips slowly, rubbing my ass up and down Harry’s growing bulge. A quiet whimper came from me as I continued to do this.

Harry’s breathing changed slightly as I grinding against him to get the friction I needed. I could feel his body become lighter as he woke up a little, dry humping me even though he was still asleep. A small moan came from his throat, which earned one from me.

“Harry,” I moaned softly as I rubbed up and down my slit through my panties.

“Not now, baby,” Harry’s raspy voice said lowly. His arm pulled me closer and his face nuzzled into my neck. The grinding stopped and my heart sunk.

I whimpered in response but it sounded like a short cry, though that would be plausible since I was in so much agony at the moment.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely audible even with him right next to my ear. “Hm, tell me what’s wrong.”

I turned around to face him, who still had his eyes closed but they struggled to stay open after a long day of anxiousness, excitement, and fatigue. “I want you,” I moaned softly, kissing his lips and begging for him to take me. “Please, daddy.”

A low grumble sounded from his throat as he rubbed his eyes. “’s that bad, innit?” He asked. His green eyes drooped from tiredness, and for a second, I felt bad for waking him up.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Harry sighed as his fingers reached under the covers and hooked onto the waist band of my panties before snapping them against my skin to tell me to take them off. I did so quickly and kicked them off the bed as to not waste time. Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him, sliding down on the bed so my wet lips were positioned right on top of his.

“’s this what yeh wanted, kitten?” Harry hummed, kissing the inside of my thighs and inching dangerously close to my entrance. “Waking me up at three in the morning just so I can eat your pussy?”

“Yes, daddy,” I moaned. My legs trembled as his tongue made a long stride up my slit. Harry’s tongue worked wonders against my heat, flicking up against my sensitive clit. His moans rumbled through my entire body as he suckled against the bundle of nerves. “Oh, baby.”

Harry’s arm wrapped around my thigh and his thumb rubbed circles around my clit. The only noises in the room was the sound of Harry’s lips smacking against my wet pussy hungrily and me moaning his name simultaneously. Harry’s eyes never lost contact with mine as he at me out so gloriously until he shut his eyes as if this was the greatest feeling in the world; having his girl sitting on his face and riding his mouth like she would his cock.

My legs felt like jelly as I neared closer to my orgasm, Harry pushing me on with dirty talk. He reached up and squeezed my breasts. “That’s right, kitten. Ride my face just like that,” Harry said. His voice was muffled under me but it was enough to drive me over the edge. Harry flicked his tongue at just the right angle, making me feel like my insides were on fire and like I was riding on a cloud.

“Fuck, baby. Right there,” I moaned breathlessly. Harry continued flicking his tongue rapidly as he squeezed my ass and smacked it harshly. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a strong orgasm rippled through my body and my juices spilled on Harry’s tongue. Muscles taut and toes curling, a series of involuntary moans pushed past my lips. I had to lift myself off Harry’s mouth otherwise I’d be screaming loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Harry kissed the inside of my thighs sweetly before flipping me under him. His lips pressed softly to my cheek, neck, and down my body as he pushed my shirt— or rather his shirt— above my breasts. His tongue swirled around both of my nipples briefly before leaving my body entirely.

A sigh left his lips as he fumbled with the hem of his shorts that he began pulling down. I was starting to feel bad for waking him up after only a couple hours of sleep. “Harry, you don’t have to do that,” I said, trying to push his hands away but he smacked them away.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, love?” He said, a tired smile spreading across his lips. His eyes were glowing even with his dark pupils engulfing the emerald irises.

Harry discarded his shorts on the floor before mounting me. He spread my legs wide and positioned himself on his knees in between mine, all while pulling my hips towards him more. A grunt of approval came from him as he rubbed my wet slit with the tip of his cock. I held my breath as he pushed in, never getting used to the way it felt having his length in me.

Once he was fully in me I couldn’t hold my breath anymore. Harry began thrusting into me slowly but deeply. I could tell he was concentrating hard on everything that made me feel good as his eyebrows furrowed deeply. His hips rocked back in forth at a slow pace, which usually had me growing impatient but this time it felt just right.

Our skin stuck together as his hips glided into my softly. The air in the room was filled with my soft moans and Harry’s heavy breathing. I love the way he looked when he fucked me so good like this. It was like the only thing that mattered to him was that I was content and feeling all the pleasure I could, having it all come from him.

One of his large hands squeezed my breasts before sliding up to wrap around my neck. I couldn’t hide the devilish grin that spread across my face, and I knew that Harry saw it too. “You like that, don’t you? Hmm, you like it when daddy chokes you a bit?” Harry cooed quietly. A cheeky grin twitched at the corners of his mouth, making large dents in his cheeks. It made me giggle but the feeling was so good that I couldn’t suppress my moans.

I didn’t mean to whine and moan so much but this slow pace was driving me to the edge. Harry’s soft lips were slightly parted with his bottom lip always jutting out and begging to be kissed and sucked on. I pulled him closer so I could do just that, not caring that sleep was on his breath. At first, his lips moved lazily on mine but they soon gave in and melted onto my skin. Harry’s tongue was always first to invade my mouth but it was never in a bad way.

Harry’s pace began to quicken, making him hit the right spot more frequently now and leaving me a moaning mess under him. My fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved from mine to my neck. My other hand squeezed his ass because I knew how much he liked it. Harry always thought it was my silent way of begging him to go deeper and hit harder. And that’s exactly what he did.

“Shit,” Harry groaned as his hips crashed against mine faster and harder. The bed creaked under us, making me smile because you’d think that a multimillionaire like Harry would have more than enough money to buy a bed that was less noisy. He claimed that he liked the sounds it made when he’s fucking me good.

“Fuck me,” I whined softly in Harry’s ear. There’s nothing more that he loved than to hear me whining and begging in his ear while he fucked me deep like this. I couldn’t control my moans anymore and my muscles were growing taut. I knew harry could feel my walls clenching around him based on the helpless moans omitting from him that he tried to conceal. Words need not to be spoken as my moans spoke for me, reaching a higher volume than before. My toes curled and my stomach knotted, leaving my body shaking as I climaxed around Harry’s cock.

As I caught my breath, Harry continued thrusting inside of me. “C'mon, baby. Cum for me. I know how much you like fucking me like this, yeah? You like when I squeeze my walls around you like that?” I whispered in Harry’s ear before nibbling on it.

“Oh, fuck me,” Harry groaned. It took a few more strokes and the aid of my moans to get Harry to come inside of me. His warm release filled me up in a way that I would never get used to.

For a moment we just lied there panting and being lost for words. Looking up at the ceiling, I was seeing more than just the chandelier. I was seeing stars and colors even though the room was nearly pitch black. Harry always had this affect on me and I knew I had it on him too.

When I was finally done struggling for air, I felt Harry’s soft lips pecking my neck and chest. “Such a horny girl. Maybe I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long,” Harry said with a chuckle. He pulled himself out of me, making me whimper at the sudden cold and emptiness, and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a wet rag that he used to clean me up with before using it on himself.

“You’re so good to me,” I said softly. Harry climbed back into bed with me and pecked my lips.

“Anythin’ for my baby.”

All I’ve got II pt. 4

Jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, ANGST, smut!!, bestfriend!jungkook

word count: 13k

Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?


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Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: Mentions of sex, hICKEYS

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Dude, Petey is seriously the cutest, also, this is a little short. “Anon: the Avengers thinking someone really hurt Peter because he has bruises on his neck/going onto chest and interrogating him who they need to kill until he cracks that they’re just hicKEYS HE’S OK REALLY GUYS then realizing what it is and reader walks in and smugly kisses his cheek and FLUSTERED PETEY?

Peter sat calmly on the Avengers shared couch in the common room. Today was a good day for him. Not too much homework since it was the first day of summer break. Also, last night was an amazing night with you; and by amazing, he means, neither of you got much sleep. Both of you woke up, sore but tangled in each other’s arms, smiling. He didn’t mind your morning breath and it showed as once again, he made you writhe and moan under him.

The one thing that distracted him was the massive amount of hickeys all over his chest and neck. It’s not like you were any better, but a lot of the hickeys on you were in places only he could see, places that were his. You had taken the liberty to mark him everywhere. It made him nervous. Aunt May and found out the hard way that Peter and you were intimate. The Avengers, hell, they didn’t even know you two were dating. So Peter wore a sweatshirt, despite it being almost 90 degrees.

Peter’s strange attire didn’t pass by Steve or Tony. “What do you think those are? Bruises?” Steve asked. Tony just looked grim, nodding. “Should we talk to him? I know he gets bullied at school.” Tony nodded again. Both of them walked over to Peter, sitting down on either side of him. Peter looked at them, confused and worried. Steve put his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Bud, have you been beaten up?”

You can in through the door behind the couch and neither of them looked at you. When you heard Steve’s question, you smirked, you had to hear this.

Peter looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“The bruises,” Steve says, rubbing his shoulder. Peter’s face turned red and he looked incredibly embarrassed, almost as embarrassed as when May walked in on you two one night. He rubbed the back of his neck.

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Sugar Sweet | 3 | (M)

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut + fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

a/n: there’s no actual smut in this chapter, just lots of talk about it along with seriously suggestive things, but it’ll be in the next one! thank you so much for the support and love for SS so far!!  ♡ ♡ ♡

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Devil Side - Chapter 2

Summary: The next morning Bucky ends up in your room at the tower. Revelations are made.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst mainly. Some swearing I thin referenced emotional affair

Word count: 1497

A/N: okay I did this on my husband’s phone, so the spacing is terrible. This will be the only chapter this week. Normal schedule will be up and running next week. Happy reading!

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

“I know you’re awake, (Y/N),” Bucky says softly, his voice restrained, neutral, emotions kept firmly in check. He’s been sitting in an arm chair for the last half hour, staring intently at your apparently sleeping form.

You sigh and sit up, meeting his eyes dead on. Refusing to let the fear you feel rise to the surface, you adopt the persona that had been beaten into you, the one surviving the red room had taught you. Years of training and killing had molded you into a heartless assassin, one who could flirt like a pro, take down a target with a look, have him under your spell in seconds. You could kill without remorse, not a shred of humanity to be found as you stared your victim in the eye.  

For the moment, Bucky was simply another mark to be handled.

You regard him coolly, smoothing down the plain cotton sheets which were burrito-ed around you. When you’re satisfied, you place your hands in your lap, cock your head to the side, and wait for him to say something, anything really.

He finally breaks, running a hand through his hair. It was a nervous tick, one he had adopted when he moved into the tower. You’d been assigned to reintroduce him into society, to make sure nothing went awry and it was slow going at first. He would barely speak to you, barely look in your direction. It was nothing, you were unnaturally accustomed to silence, years of being alone, mission after mission, kill after kill had left you uniquely qualified to help Bucky.

You had bonded quickly after he realised that you, too, had been used and mistreated, your identity wiped out, brutalised and sold by your own parents for personal gain, made to murder, your gifts used to bring men to their knees, to topple empires, you had been given the serum and your mental abilities gave you an edge, you could hack a server in five seconds or less, you and Tony often had “competitions” to see who could out code each other, it remained some of your fondest memories.

“I didn’t mean to lose control,” he finally speaks, his eyes pleading.

You raise an eyebrow, throw the covers back, and get out of bed. Striding to the window, looking out at the vibrant city, you envied them their simplicity, having nothing more to worry about than bills and their loved ones. “What happened on the last mission, James?” you ask. Your voice sounds dead to your ears, no inflection, no joy.

He hesitates. “I can’t tell ya, doll. It’s classified.” He almost sounds sorry, but you know him too well.

You can see through the lie. Suppressing the scoff, you turn to face him, dreading the answer to your next question, dreading that your fears would finally be confirmed. “Who is she, Bucky? The woman you replaced me with?”

His face falls, his entire being deflating at the question. Shoulders sagging, he blows out a shaky breath, eyes refusing to meet yours. “Please don’t. Don’t ask me that,” he replies, his head in his hands.

You feel oddly detached, like you’re an observer in your own life as his words cut so deep the pain is almost blinding. There’s a scream bubbling in your throat and the overwhelming urge to knock his ass into the ground, but somehow you manage to keep it together. “Who is she, James? I will find out one way or another.”

He nods, knowing it’s true, gaze trained on the floor. “Her name is Ivanna. She works at a bar in Brooklyn.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart threatening to tear itself from your chest. “Did you sleep with her?”

Bucky’s eyes snap to yours, hurt shining in them. He snorts in disbelief, before shaking his head in the negative, like it was a foolish question to ask.

“Is that where you go every night? To her?” you ask, feeling nauseous, sick to your stomach, acid burning its way up your throat.

“Yes” he replies and its then your heart shatters. This was worse, this was so much worse than Bucky sleeping with someone else.

“Do you love her, James? Are you in love with someone else?”

He stands abruptly, the chair he was occupying skidding back and banging off the wall with the force. He takes three long strides toward you coming to a halt as he raises his hand to cup your cheek.

You can’t help but flinch at the action, can’t help the step you take away from him, or the fear that makes its way onto your face.

Bucky drops his hand limply to his side, pure horror on his face. Horror at himself for making you afraid of him, for shattering the trust you had placed in him. He takes a step back, putting distance between you, distance you obviously needed. “No,” he replies. “You’re it.”

You roll your eyes, anger rising full force. “Then what did you talk about? Did you make her promises? Whisper sweet nothings in her ear? Tell her you would be together? Did you tell her your feelings and fears? You stayed out almost every night for two months, Bucky! What did you talk about? What did you promise her?” your speech had started calmly, but by the end you were screaming, banging your fists against Bucky’s chest, angry tears spilling forth. Great heaving sobs are pulled from you, the emotion too much, too intense for you to keep inside.

Bucky takes it, he takes it all, not once trying to stop your onslaught. “I promised her I would leave you. I promised her we would be together, get a small apartment close to the bar. I would quit The Avengers, maybe start a family,” he says, and you can only cry harder.

Sinking heavily to the floor at his words, he remains standing, watching as you fall to pieces at his feet.

“Last night I came home, I saw you on the couch waiting for me again, I saw the hurt on your face, the pain I had caused you, I saw the fear when I lost it, and I realised how much I loved you, how afraid I was of losing you. You ran and I realized what my life would be like without you in it.” He takes a breath before he crouches down.

A family. You couldn’t give him that, your handlers had made sure of it, but how desperately you wanted one with him. How desperately you wanted to be normal, to feel a child in your arms and know you had created something beautiful. That for once your body had not brought death but life was something you wanted, everyday, for as long as you could remember.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I know this is gonna take work, but I wanna try. Will you let me try?”

You begin to laugh. It’s humorless, but the crying stops, your coldness returns, your hurt and anger get buried somewhere deep where you kept all your disappointments, all the horror your past had brought. You shake your head, your eyes meeting his. “You had an emotional affair, and you want me to brush it off? To try?”

He blinks rapidly at your choice of words, emotional affair, and blanches when he realises what he’s done. Sitting down heavily on the floor, he shakes his head. “I really fucked up,” he states. “Baby doll… I don’t know what to say.”

The quiet that follows his statement is deafening, almost suffocating. It wraps around you like a vice, squeezing the very life out of you. You can’t breathe or think, the pain too much for you to bear.

“Are you going to leave me?” he asks quietly. “Is this over?”

You honestly don’t know. You loved Bucky more than life. The thought of never being with him again sent a wave of nausea through you. The words physically hurt, like a lance through the heart. “I don’t know, Bucky.” You were a mess, your mind jumbled and confused, your entire world had been thrown for a loop. Everything you thought you had, had ripped from you in a span of heartbeats. “I need time away from you. I need to think. I don’t know what I’m feeling. I just… I need time.”

Bucky nods and stands, making his way to the door. “Whatever you need, (y/n). Take as long as you want.” He opens the bedroom door, stopping just as he’s about to shut it again. “I’ll be here waiting, baby, I’ll always be here waiting.”

“I want to believe you, Bucky, I really do but I don’t trust you, not anymore.“ You pause briefly, taking a deep breath before continuing “if you are serious about trying you won’t see her again. You won’t talk to her again. If you do… I  can’t be with someone I don’t trust, Bucky. Its either her or me.”

Bucky’s gaze catches yours, his eyes hold an emotion you can’t place, it has dread flaring back to life in your stomach. “I promise. I’ll never see her again.” with that he closes the door, leaving you to rock back and forth on the bedroom floor, silent tears streaming from your eyes, somehow you couldn’t believe him,

Your instincts screaming at you to cut out now and save yourself the pain.

You should have listened.

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◅ When you meet your soulmate, the first thing you say to them is tattooed onto their body. Jungkook knows Jimin is his soulmate, but Jimin has no idea. ▻ 12/?

OKAY. I decided to be nice and let you know that Jungkook isn’t dead 💕 BUT. Now you have to wait to find out what happened with Jimin at last night’s concert. Cause let’s be honest, too much excitement at once isn’t good for anyone. Thank you for all your kind words so far!


I don’t have as much to show yet from this stream as from last night, but here’s Roxanne’s updated look, plus some sketches of various outfits I was playing with tonight!  I’ll be uploading the alternate outfits I drew for Johnny & Zarathos soon, too, once they’re all cleaned up.

Roxanne’s design didn’t really change that much, either – just wanted to clean it up a tad and refine it!  The biggest difference is her shorter hair and maybe her freckles, but beyond that, it’s the same ol’ Rocky Simpson.

(Fans of the GR comics might notice that her design is loosely based on her short appearance in the 90′s Danny Ketch series, and I’ve somewhat combined her character with that of Stacey Dolan!)


Summary: During a night of studying, it abruptly comes to an end when an unexpected stranger wakes up hungover on your couch. (College!AU)

Word Count: 1,795.

Prompt: “I don’t know you, so why the fuck are you hungover on my couch?”

A/N: First off, big thanks to @james-bionic-barnes for helping a sister out with some ideas. Much appreciated! Second, this is my entry for  @theassetseyeliner‘s writing challenge. Hope you guys enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

I've never tought that I was going to this much an artist. Seriously. This is the first time I'm a fan™. Because, I think, I feel so loved, I feel he cares about us. What happened yesterday with the rainbow flag got me in the verge of tears all morning. This is how it feels to be appreciated. Because not once I thought this is a one side relationship (we, the fans, love them -> they, the artists, only profits from us). He (and the other 1D guys too) loves us.

Harry is amazing!  Last night when I noticed the pride flag on the riser in front of Sarah, I took a picture of it, not knowing if he was going to put it on his mic stand or if it was going to be a subtle thing that he’d just casually have on stage since no one was able to pass a flag to him. And honestly? That would have been MORE than enough for me if that’s all he did.

But when he pulled it out and said he wanted to put it in it’s rightful place, I just gasped!  Seeing him make a POINT of bringing it out instead of accepting it as a fan gift just made ALL the difference. I mean, I never thought he was “forced” into bringing the flag on stage, but at the same time, there’s a little bit of plausible deniability when it happens like that (and antis always made sure to point that out - a lot).

Last night though, there was no plausible deniability, Harry flying the pride flag was 110% thoughtful and deliberate and he was making a point to be inclusive and loving to all of his fans and I couldn’t love him more for it!  (plus OMFG GIRL CRUSH!!!)

BTS Reactions - You’re sore from the gym but the boys make it dirty

You groan as you sit down, your leg muscles burning from your workout yesterday. Your boyfriend sits beside you and smiles encouragingly, patting your leg. You pout and slap his hand away as he kisses you. The rest of the group comes in to watch the film you’ve picked as you shift a little, and they all hear you groan very loudly, and your boyfriend laugh as he hugs you. Of course, they assume the worst.

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I am officially Too Woozy™ to write, but I’m going over what I wrote last night and entertaining myself laughing at the ridiculousness of the Red Squiggle of Doom.

This fic is almost 11k so far, and the vast majority of the time the Red Squiggle leaves the word “Dean” alone. Smart Squiggle. But every once in a while it does something weird. I had to know what percentage of the time it glitches this way. So for the sake of Science™, I am documenting my findings here.

So far:

Out of nearly 11k words, 216 of those words are “Dean.” What can I say, I like the guy. :P

Here are the Crimes Against Dean that gdocs has committed thus far:

1. Did you mean Deen? No. No I definitely did not. But why did you single this out and ignore the other two times I used the word Dean in just this tiny spoiler-free bit of text? The world may never know.

2. Did you mean Dead? No, again I really, truly did not. Also, yes I do mean “staring” and not “stared” there. I mean, did you even read that sentence, gdocs? Are you trying to make me look like an idiot?

Amazingly, these were the only two Dean Offenses gdocs has committed in the entire fic. So I guess a less than 1% rate of wtf isn’t too bad, but yeesh. 

Okay, I have scienced. Now I’m going to sleep in hopes I no longer have a Death Migraine in the morning.

You Get Drunk Around Them For the First Time

S.Coups: Seungcheol would be surprised, but nonetheless let you continue to drink and have fun. He would keep an eye on you though, just in case you were to do something that might get you in trouble.

“You can have fun, but if you start to get on a table and dance or something I’m going to carry you out over my shoulder.”

Jeonghan: Jeonghan would be right there with you, he would match the amount of alcohol you consume and enjoy seeing this new side of you. He would try and tease you about it in the morning, but fail because he was just as embarrassing.

“Remember when you called your mom last night, I mean, I called mine too…”

Joshua: Joshua would let you drink as long as you were doing it responsibly, but as soon as it got to be too much he would bring you home. He’s the type to wash of your makeup, plug your phone in, and make sure you had a bottle of water for when you woke up.

“Make sure to drink a lot of water. I made some toast too, I heard it’s good for hangovers.”

Jun: Jun would let you drink and keep an eye on you, but unlike S.Coups he wouldn’t stop you from doing something embarrassing. He would bring it up with a huge smirk on his face the next day when you asked what you did the morning after.

“You’re not going to believe me! You ate a habanero pepper like it was nothing even though your entire face turned red! It was amazing!”

Hoshi: Soonyoung would be so happy to see you getting drunk, he’d encourage it and buy you more shots just to see how happy and giggly you would get. He would also make you dance with him and laugh over how funny whatever dance move you were doing was.

“You literally did the running man for five straight minutes last night to a slow song. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to hyperventilate.”

Wonwoo: It would be borderline impossible to get drunk with Wonwoo around, sure he would let you have a drink or two, but once you got drunk he would turn into a babysitter. He’d make you sit down and not move like a timeout and refuse to do anything you wanted to do.

“I don’t care how much you want to dance with me we’re not going to. Now sit still, I’m calling a taxi.”

Woozi: Jihoon would let you drink as much as you wanted, he just wants you to be able to let off some steam. As soon as you want to start doing something dumb he would let you do it as long as it doesn’t involve him, he would probably roll his eyes whenever you got an idea though.

“I can’t believe I’m dating someone who actually spent four hours last night trying to catch a goose at the park.”

DK: Seokmin is the literal definition of enabler. He would share all of his drinks with you until the two of you were completely wasted. He’d offer to do the dumbest things: getting tattoos, going on a random flight to wherever, dying your hair, etc. Thank god the two of you make sure you don’t have enough money to go through with these ideas before hand.

“I’m not sure what we did last night, but I just got a text from an unknown number asking if my divorce was going okay.”

Mingyu: Mingyu would find it adorable that you were drinking. He would take it to his advantage and show a little more PDA than you would ever allow if you were sober, giving you long hugs out of nowhere or smothering you with kisses in the middle of the dance floor.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about of course I didn’t tell everyone at the bar last night that we were just engaged and let them all sing to us.”

The8: Minghao would try to stop you from drinking at first, but once you passed the point of no return he would let you do whatever you wanted. He would follow you to make sure you didn’t do anything illegal, but he would make sure to add as much of the night as he could to his snapchat story.

“I’m not deleting that video of you singing Ring Ding Dong to a stranger off my story, it’s too funny.”

Seungkwan: Despite what people may think, Seungkwan would actually be very tentative in making sure you weren’t doing anything you would regret (he does protect the other members a lot). However, you wouldn’t realize that he wasn’t letting you do the dumb things you wanted to do because he’d so easily make you forget that you wanted to do them in the first place.

“Yeah, I don’t know how I convinced you to try to learn how to knit instead of letting the bartender shave your head either.”

Vernon: Vernon would react the most awkwardly out of everyone in the group. He would tell you not to drink or do whatever stupid thing you were about to do, but it would be pretty passive and you would continue doing what you were doing anyways until he could manage to get you home.

“I know I’m supposed to be the responsible boyfriend, but at the time you really wanted to throw your shoes in the lake.”

Dino: Chan wouldn’t understand what was going on while it was happening, of course he would know you were drunk, but he wouldn’t understand why you were acting the way you were. He would ask you why you were doing something making even your drunk self question why you were.

“I don’t understand, why do you want to flash that cop? Don’t you realize you’ll get in trouble if you do?”


fortune’s fool: peter parker I

peter parker x reader

A/N: multi-part fic based off of a twitter post which I won’t link until the end so as not to spoil anything :-) 

requested: nope

Words: 2200+

Warnings: none

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet

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1. Meet

20 year old Peter, 18 year old reader

The mountain of boxes did not move no matter how hard she glared at it. It stood looming over her stationary. Inert. Stagnant, she thought. 

She kicked the pile. It didn’t budge. It seemed to mock her with its gargantuan size that dwarfed her small figure. She crossed her arms and huffed, tapping a foot as she tried to come up with a plan of attack.

She glanced up at the monstrous pile again. Yup. Still there. She groaned, burying her face in her hands as she silently cursed herself for sending her parents home, dismissing their offers to help her unpack. Stupid, she thought.

She’d been in her (very own!!) dorm room for only an hour before she’d said goodbye to her mom and dad, assuring them that she wouldn’t need any help setting up. Why did she say that? To prove to them that she was independent now? That she was an adult that didn’t need any parental guidance anymore? Screw that, the little voice in the back of her mind spoke bitterly. She had no idea how she was going to approach the insurmountable task on her own.

No matter how elated she had been to have scored a single room- no roommate to keep her up all night sounded like a no-brainer to her!- she was starting to rethink her decision. Why did she not realize just how alone she’d be three hours away from home with no family and no friends?

Students bustled past her open door bearing boxes and suitcases just like hers, yelling and laughing, completely oblivious to the panicky turmoil occurring within her small room.

She heaved a big sigh and dropped her tense shoulders, resigning herself to the fact that if she didn’t start now, she never would. She once again approached the cluster of brown cardboard, each box labelled carefully in black sharpie.

Standing on her toes, she reached to grab the box at the very top, stumbling slightly once she had it in her arms. Jesus, why did she pack so much? Surely she wouldn’t even use half of the things she brought. She exhaled deeply, setting the box on the ground so she could slice the tape open with her keys.

The box contained her bedding and she sighed in relief, glad her parents didn’t leave before her dad could help her set up her bed. She pulled the sheets out one by one and started to make her bed. A loud burst of laughter outside her door distracted her for a second, forcing her to turn and search for the source of the noise.

Two boys and a girl stood laughing in the room across hers, the door thrown wide open. One of the boys was doubled over and shaking as the others continued to giggle at his collapsed state. She found herself smiling wistfully, suddenly missing her best friend in Long Island.

One of the boys, the one standing, looked up and caught her eye from across the hallway. He raised his hand in a small wave, smiling brightly. She grinned in return then turned back to the matter at hand. After finishing with her bed, she started on another box, this one holding the contents of her desk.

She set the box on her rolling desk chair, unpacking its contents one by one as she slowly but surely found places for everything on her desk. A knock on the doorframe startled her from her deep concentration. She turned to find the boy from across the hall standing in the doorway, the same bright smile on his face.

“Hey there, neighbor,” he said, burying his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I’m Peter. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Y/N,” she responded with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” She stopped removing her school supplies from the box and wiped her hands on the fabric of her jeans, crossing the room to shake his hand.

“Sorry for the mess. I’m trying to get my room organized on my own and it’s going very slowly, as you can see,” she chuckled nervously.

“You’re unpacking everything by yourself?” he asked, a confused and slightly concerned look on his face.

“Uh, yeah? I kind of… sent my parents home because I thought I could do it alone? Turns out I really overestimated myself because now I’m stuck unloading all of these boxes by myself, and I have no idea how I’m ever gonna finish,” she explained, a deep red flush climbing up her neck in embarrassment.

“Oh, well that just won’t do, will it? Here, I’ve got my friends waiting back in my room, but I’m gonna go grab them so we can give you a hand,” Peter announced.

“Oh, I wasn’t complaining or anything! I don’t want you to think that you have to help me just because I was stupid enough to take on this task on my own. It’s my own fault anyway-”

“Hey, don’t even worry about it, Y/N! We’d be happy to help.” He smiles that same bright smile and turns to shout through the open doorway. “Ned! MJ! Get over here!”

The sound of his door flinging open punctuates his sentence. The two other people she’d seen earlier appeared in the doorway, traces of smiles still on their faces.

“What’s up, Peter?” the guy, Ned, you guessed, asked, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder.

“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ned and that grumpy mug over there is Michelle. We’re all juniors here,” Peter introduced his friends, chest inflating with pride.

“Call me MJ,” Michelle said, holding a hand out for her to shake. She took it with a smile, then shook Ned’s for good measure.

“Nice to meet all of you. I’m a freshman and, as you can probably tell by the state of my room, things are not going well for me so far,” she joked, motioning towards the still stationary mound of boxes.

“Y/N here needs some help unpacking. Luckily, I let her know that I had two very willing best friends across the hall that could help her out,” Peter smiled wryly, eyes silently begging his friends to agree.

“Riiiight… Sure thing, Y/N! Just tell us what to do and we’re on it!” Ned exclaimed.

“Oh! Uh… thanks, you guys. Seriously, you have no idea how much this means to me. Um, I guess just grab a box and I’ll let you know where everything goes?” she asked, gauging their reactions. She let out an inaudible sigh of relief when everybody nodded in agreement, moving to grab a box each.

With the help of three extra pairs of hands, she had everything unpacked and set up within the hour, stopping only to order some pizza for later.

It was six o’clock and they were all scattered around her room, Y/N on the bed, MJ on the slightly-deflated purple bean bag, and Ned and Peter sharing the small sofa as they finished up the last box of pizza.

“You guys are so nice. Thank you so much for helping me out,” she smiled, licking tomato sauce off of her thumb as she leaned back to rest her head against the wall.

“It’s no problem, Y/N. We were all freshmen once, so we all definitely remember what it’s like to start over somewhere new,” Peter replied through a mouthful of pizza.

“Yeah, like on Parker’s first day, he cried all night because he missed his aunt so much. Her apartment is, like, twenty minutes away,” MJ chimed in, all too happy to poke fun at her friend.

“I did not cry all night! I shed a few tears when May left, but that’s it!” he defended. “Back me up, Ned!”

“I was your roommate, dude. I could hear your whimpering through my headphones,” Ned laughed. She giggled with them, thankful that they were trying to make her feel better rather than making fun of her, especially after they’d been nice enough to help her set up her room without complaint.

Peter pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, sliding down into the seat. “Not cool, guys.”

“Relax, brainiac. You know we love you,” MJ proclaimed, getting up from her seat. “Anyway, Ned and I have to go take a group of freshmen to the Rec Center in fifteen minutes, so we’ve gotta go.”

“Shoot!” Ned exclaimed. “I forgot all about that! Sorry, guys. Peter, I’ll see you tonight. And Y/N, I hope to see you soon!” he smiled as MJ pulled him out the door with one last wave over her shoulder.

“Your friends are nice,” she said lightly, grinning shyly at Peter from her spot across the room.

“Yeah, they’re awesome,” Peter agreed with a nod. “I’ve known Ned since I was a kid, and we met MJ in high school, so we’ve been pretty tight since then.”

She hummed in response. “I never really had a close friend group in high school. My friends mostly ended up staying in Long Island for college. It kind of sucks being so far away with everyone, but I’m definitely already loving not sharing a room with anybody.”

“Yeah, I did the whole roommate thing for my first two years, so I’m glad to be on my own for a change. Not that I won’t miss living with Ned, but trust me when I say that he is probably the messiest person I’ve ever met,” Peter chuckled, standing up from the sofa.

“Oh, are you leaving?” she asked, face falling. She’d enjoyed spending the last couple of hours with Peter. He was sweet and understanding, and he made her laugh.

“Nope, just stretching,” he smiled as he lifted his arms up above his head allowing a pale little sliver of skin to expose itself from beneath his blue sweater.

“Well come on up here and sit with me, then,” she offered, patting the open space next to her as she pointedly ignored the stirring in her chest brought on by the milky white patch of skin still peeking out until Peter tugged his sweater back down. Peter obliged and climbed onto the bed, settling himself by her side, his sock-clad feet dangling off the edge.

“So… what’re you majoring in? You’ve gotta be super smart to have gotten into Empire State,” Peter wondered.

“Biomedical engineering. My sister lost her left leg when she was seven and uses a prosthetic so I’d like to be able to design something that’s both effective and accessible to those who need it,” she explained with a smile. She loved her younger sister more than anybody, so leaving her behind was not a simple task.

“Man, that’s amazing. Are you close with your sister?” Peter asked, tilting his head to look at her through thick eyelashes.

“She’s my best friend. I hated leaving her, but I promised that she could stay with me whenever she wanted and I’d show her the city,” she smiled longingly, feeling the familiar pang of homesickness that had started about an hour ago.

“That sounds awesome. You’re not from here, though, are you?”

“No, we’re from Long Island. We used to make the drive to the city at least once a year when we were younger, but then my sister had her accident and we kind of stopped,” she explained, picking on the corner of her duvet.

“Do you mind me asking what happened?” Peter asked carefully.

“She was in a car accident that ended with her leg pinned beneath a chunk of concrete. By the time they got her out, all of the nerves were already dead so they just decided to amputate. It doesn’t really bother her or stop her from doing anything anymore. It’s just something she has to live with, whether she likes it or not.”

Peter sighed heavily, a sympathetic look gracing his delicate features. “I’m sorry,” he stated softly. “I know that probably means nothing to you, but I also know it’s not easy seeing somebody you love suffer. My parents passed away when I was six, and my Uncle Ben who I’d been staying with died five years ago. Since then, my Aunt May’s been all I’ve got.  I’ve had time to come to terms with it, but that doesn’t make anything any easier.”

She frowned, feeling grateful that Peter was able to trust her with such heavy parts of his life, but also feeling inexplicably sad for the young man who probably had to grow up too soon.

“Life just sucks, doesn’t it?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“It sure does,” he sighed in response. “Anyway, just because you’ve been to the city as a child, doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook without an official Peter Parker tour. Growing up here does have its advantages, you know.”

You smiled, eyes wide. “Oh, I am so in!”

“Great!” Peter beamed, sliding back off of the bed. “I’ve gotta go meet Ned back at the Rec Center, but I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow morning to show you everything!”

“Sounds good,” you agreed, following him to the door. “It was nice meeting you. And thank you, again, for helping me out. I’m sorry if I ruined any of your plans for the night.”

“I wouldn’t consider a night spent with a pretty girl ruined, would you?” he commented, watching as she tried to hide her blush behind a curtain of hair. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, smarty pants.” And with that, he shut the door, leaving her giddy with something that felt a little bit like hope.

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With Grace In Your Heart And Flowers In Your Hair: Part 1

AN: so??? the title doesn’t rly fit rn??? but??? idc??? i love it??? this is rly angsty and also kinda is a lil inspired by touchstarved Virgil fics in general??? this may or may not have pastel Logan in it later idk but i’m gonna start writing the next part today bc i want to get to the Fluff !!!

Tag List: @iaminmultiplefandoms, @virgil-the-dark-strange-son, @the-prince-and-the-emo, @earth-realistic, @holdnarrytight, @leesacrakon, @lovely-chaotic-goddess, @idk-and-idc-and-idr, @asexual-trashbag, @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries, @ts-virgil-angst, @fancifulfox, @pasteldaisies, @brieflyenchantingcoffee, @youcancallmeverge, @vampyrsarah, @princeyandanxiety, @thegirlwhoneversleeps592, @sunshinelollip0ps, @thatteentitansgirl, @imin-loveanon, @gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream, @inalandofmythandtimeofmagic, @snickerz171, @1dcrazy14, @doggo-fiends-on-a-spaceship, @chemicallyimbalancedromance, @sanative-sanders, @lizzysperil, @awill34, @syn-ic, @otpislife2002, @rose-anon1, @watch-me-introvert, @alwaysmy-lilith, @deafinatelyfangirling, @i-am-a-fander, @elenaramos1, @thelogicalloganipus, @silly-aesthetic-me, @devilsdisco, @sushisecor, @i-am-me-i-am-sam, @anxious-virgil, @that-space-gay-writes, @imnottrashiswear, @kitsuneprideleader, @theantiirishone, @lindzpie, @memequeenjojo, @xxxamerican-psychoxxx, @dan-yuna, @bluezingzapper, @undertakershairline, @this-is-just-another-fangirl

Genre: Angst, Fluff later

Pairing: None rn, later Polyamsanders

It was rather funny, he supposed, that it was he who craved affection so much. Most people would assume that it would Patton or Virgil who was like this, who longed for hugs and caresses.

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Ok we all know that the scrapbook Hagrid gave Harry was full of pictures from various friends and we’ve all kind of agreed that a lot of them were from Remus but have we imagined Remus gathering them together?
•These were some of his last ties to his best friends, three of which he thought dead and one who was in prison, supposedly for causing said deaths.
•He probably had shoeboxes on shoeboxes of pictures, because once Peter disappeared and Sirius was sent to Azkaban he ended up with their photos too.
•He probably avoided looking at them because they gave him too much heartbreak, except in the middle of the night with a bottle of cheap whiskey and a bar of chocolate.
•He probably cried getting them together for Hagrid.
•He probably felt like a piece of his heart was getting ripped out, but he had to do it because this was for Harry.
•Harry, the boy he’d held as a baby and seen say his first word.
•Harry, who was the son of two of his best friends and should’ve had the most love of any child ever, and instead Hagrid said he was sad, and didn’t understand his heritage, and didn’t remember the color of his mother’s eyes or the brightness of his father’s smile.
•Half those photos probably had writing on the back that Remus read over again while packing them up, and he probably wrote little notes on the backs of those that didn’t.
•Half those photos probably had Remus in them.
•And Remus probably only had half the photos he could’ve, because Lily and James’ were probably destroyed the night they died.

The View From Here- Ch 6

Ok, this one took a bit longer than the others but I also wrote a couple things inbetween, so sorry about the wait!

If you missed it, my lacking-of-all-artistic-talent self made a little visual aid for anyone who wants to see it - Visual Aid

But here is what a lot of people have been asking for haha, finally.

First Chapter - Prologue

Most Recent- Chapter 5

Next Chapter - Chapter 7

Logan and Patton just kind of stared in awe at Virgil and Roman. Now that the two of them realized that neither of their brothers really had any idea what they were doing, this entire event had just become comedy.

Virgil and Roman were arguing if they were supposed to be using spatulas or tongs to flip the steaks, how to tell if they were cooked enough, how cooked they should be, whether or not either of their “secret spice mixes” were any good, why their’s was better…. It went on and on. It also seemed like Virgil had turned up the heat on the grill without Roman noticing and while he was doing that, Roman was loosening the lids on Virgil’s seasonings. Roman’s steaks weren’t holding up well to the heat and Virgil’s potatoes seemed to be about 90 percent salt when the lid fell off his shaker. The continued on.. Bickering and subtle sabotaging as they went.

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Pennywise x Reader- Heat headcannons

So!~ This was supposed to be a list of head-cannons, but they kind of dissolved into a whole story near the middle! I hope that doesn’t bother any of you, I think it worked out for the better really~

Anyway! Here are some HC for Pennywise going into heat~ 

VERY NSFW, so be warned! 


- You don’t even have to see Pennywise to know he’s gone into heat, you can already tell by the sudden drop in disappearances.

- The very first time it had happened, you had thought that perhaps he had taken an early rest. He didn’t leave his den, he didn’t go out to hunt and the less you saw of him the more worried you had gotten.

- That was, of course, until he appeared to you one random night and dragged you down into the sewers for the most exhausting week of your life.

- Now though, after going through the ringer once already, you knew all too well what would happen. The problem was that you had no idea when he would come for you this time, so you found yourself preparing just in case.

- First things first, Plenty of stretches. You found out the hard way last time that penny is a clown who’s a fan of many different positions, and not so much of taking breaks.  

- Next, you packed a bag full of all the things you wished you had when he had surprised you last time. LOTS of Water, protein bars, and a few extra blankets.

- And finally, you cleared your schedule. The last time this had happened, you had almost failed a class dude to how many absences you ended up with. Now, you emailed all of your professors and your boss at work, going with the family vacation excuse.

- When Penny finally did come for you, you welcomed him with open arms, to which he returned with an almost pitifully hungry gaze. “I…I need..” speech was hardly a thing he could manage right now, and much to his relief you understood and agreed to coming with him.

-  Musk was flowing off of him in streams, his body was shaking as he stood over you and all you could do was obey as he guided you towards the sewers.

- His den was much more organized than normal, something you remembered from your first visit down here during his heat. He had pushed and piled assorted items around the lair, blocking the other entrances and creating a barricade around his stage.

- Sitting atop the wooden stage was a pile of blankets and mattresses, along with other soft things that Penny had found and gathered just for you.

- You appreciated the arrangement, taking note on how Pennywise truly did want you to be comfy through this whole ordeal. You decided to keep that in mind and try to hold onto it through what was coming next.

- Penny guided you gingerly towards the pile, absentmindedly touching and pushing you here and there. You knew it must be hard for him to hold back like this, and the gleam in his eye confirmed your suspicions.

- You have laid with pennywise before on multiple occasions, this was certainly not your first roll in the hay with the clown. But sex with him in heat was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, the normal gentleness he showed you was thrown out the door, and the anticipation of what was coming made your thighs tremble.

- before you even had a chance to unpack, the clown was on you within seconds of your knees hitting the mattress. His huge form pressed into you from behind, pushing you down into the sheets and pinning you beneath him.

- “finally…” You heard him pant in your ear as he buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. “Fucking…Finally..”

- His claws dug into your thighs as he held you, lifting your hips up against his own as he growled happily. You knew that it was better for you to just let him have his way, finding it irresistibly tempting to just go limp and let him play with you.

- His huge hips ground softly against your ass, his already stiff and straining sex pressing against your thighs.

- “Too many clothes…too many..” His claws made short work of your shirt and jeans, tearing them nearly to shreds as he scrambled to have you closer to him.

- Hot breath against your bare neck sent shivers up your spine, his tongue lapping along your shoulders and around your jaw. “Perfect..little human” he said harshly, his words digging into you as he pressed his weight against your upper back, tilting your ass farther up into the air.

- His cock was more like a tendril, long and tentacle-like as it curled around your thighs and ass. The entirely of it was coated in a thin layer of slick that coated your skin with warmth. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as it dripped down every curve of your body.

- The more he rutted against you, his cock searching for your hole, the more he began to lose himself. Rough growls dissolved into grunts and pants as he grew more and more desperate.

- Your hand reached back and softly took hold of the tendral, you thumb rubbing softly against its throbbing tip. It curled happily around your fingers as you guided it towards your entrance and once it found it, you had to quickly bring your arm back up front to catch yourself.  

- A loud, almost roar, ripped through the clown above you as he immediately began fucking you, thrusting fast and hard into you. You winced at the sudden feeling of being oh so very full, but the overall intensity of it clouded your judgement.

- His cock twisted and swirled inside of you, searching for just the right spot. Your mouth hung open as it found it, a moan erupting from you as it continued to hit that same spot over and over.

- it was like being ravaged by a beast, some sort of animal that needed so desperately to breed. The clown that you knew was gone, a howling mess now left behind as he held your hips so tightly between his claws.  

- “My human! Mine! You are MINE!” His roars mixed with laughter as he continued to fuck you, his body hunching over to take hold of your shoulder between his jaws as the first ripples of his release streamed forth inside of you.

- Even though he was cuming, he didn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you and laugh as you gasped around his length. “Take it all.. Take it Little human! My little bitch!” Pennywise’s words were garbled around the flesh between his teeth, his jaws clamping tightly around your shoulder.

- So many feelings swam through you. The pleasure of his cock inside of you, the pain of his teeth sinking through your skin and the warmth of his seed now settling in your belly. It was all too much, but all so perfect.

- Soon you could no longer think of anything but how good he was making you feel, how happy you were that you were his and how little you cared about leaving.


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Out of the Egg. (Jungkook x Reader) Part 1

“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.” – Demian by Hermann Hesse

Jungkook x Reader; (with the rest of the BTS members here and there)

Fluff, Angst; mentions of violence, death, sexual harassment (briefly), and warfare

War/ Rebellion Au

Summary: The world you had once known is now bare and rotting with evil. Families were torn, houses were burned, and businesses were shattered by the Oppressors. In your world, there were only two possibilities – if you weren’t working with them, you were owned by them. However, a new faction arises that sings of hope and taking back the world that was once for the people, calling themselves “The Changers”. Although you tried to go unnoticed by either of them, out of fear of being killed or captured, you soon find yourself deep in the middle of the rebellion after an unexpected encounter.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

A/N: I felt like posting the start of this series today because of all of the events happening in the world recently. I hope you enjoy and take good messages out of this story! Spread love ya’ll and keep fighting and overcoming challenges – big or small — to reach your dreams <3

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

           You hadn’t seen the sun in years.

           The skies had been painted gray for a long time now, clouded with smoke from explosions, from fires, from vehicles monitoring the people’s every move. You pulled your hood to cover your face and looked down, trying to blend in with the rest of the people going to work to feed their families and themselves, despite the bleak state of things surrounding them.

           As you usually did, you took a detour to avoid any guards stopping you on their random citizen scans. You smiled as you looked longingly at the abandoned playground where you had spent your happy childhood. Had you known then that those days were going to be so easily taken from you, you would’ve cherished them more in the moment. But you were young, would you have played differently even if you knew then what you knew now?

           Your smile faded as the flashback of memories seeped into your mind. Back to when it all began, back to when your dreams of your future were ripped away right in front of your very eyes.

           It had been a disappointing overturn of leadership, but what change doesn’t bring about some sort of dissatisfaction from the masses?

           People went about their lives, believing that things would continue as they were with minor changes here and there.

           But our assumptions and neglect only left us vulnerable.

           Soon, people who were once our friendly neighbors stormed into each other’s apartments, ratting out those that the new leadership deemed “didn’t belong out in the public”. They were ridiculous standards too. Mostly resounding excuses stating that, “they weren’t like everyone else”. Yet when you looked around, nobody was like everyone else. At the time, you didn’t understand. Now, you realized you weren’t supposed to understand because this…this was hatred of an illogical level. This was selfish and unreasonable leadership.

           A leader for himself, not a leader for the people.

           You thought you were untouchable at the time. That everyone you heard in the news or read about in the papers was just “someone else”; that it wouldn’t affect you and your family or anyone that was close to you. You lived in a bubble, believing that the reality of things wouldn’t knock on your doorstep.

           You had a best friend when you were little, Jeon Jungkook. And like all childhood friendships, you spent every moment of the day together. You were neighbors so you were essentially inseparable. You played at the very sandbox that now was partially singed and partially compose of rocks and decomposed plants and animals. You squealed and screamed on the slides and swings to your hearts’ content. You played pretend. You dreamed up your futures; you pretended to be part of different realities.

           Even when you were a bit older, you stuck together. After the change of leadership, Jungkook kept you close. In school, he never left your side and he never let you walk home alone. You felt safe with him around, but at the time, you thought he was overreacting.

           But then one day, he disappeared.

           It happened overnight. Quiet, skilled, covered in darkness.

           You didn’t know your world had changed until the morning came.

           You were waiting as you usually did for him to come pick you up at home, but he never came. Easily, you walked next door and punched the code in, only to fill the complex with your bloodcurdling scream. Neighbors rushed over, alert, and gasped alongside you as you found Jungkook’s father sprawled on the floor swimming inside a pool of his own blood. The adults pulled you back, trying to cover your eyes, but they had finally been opened, in the worst way possible.

           "Jungkook…where’s Jungkook?“ you mumbled, your mind on the verge of insanity but too many hands were holding you from lunging into the gory scene. "WHERE’S JUNGKOOK??!”

           You stopped going to school after that day. In fact, you stayed inside your room the days following. The only body discovered in the apartment was Jungkook’s father. He, his older brother, and mother were nowhere to be found. Everyone knew the police was working with the Oppressors, so when they claimed that the family had killed the father and run away with guilt, nobody questioned their judgment. Nobody spoke out. Everyone knew who the real culprit was. Everyone knew that they were now part of the victims being taken into custody because the new leader believed they should be locked out of society and not given rights. It was a small abandoned place, you had heard through gossip, where they treated upright citizens like criminals, giving them portioned meals and forcing them to tight schedules and constant watch.

           "Y/N. I need you to stay very quiet and follow me.“ Your mother woke you up in the middle of the night a few weeks after Jungkook’s disappearance.

           You nodded obediently, your heart racing. The hairs on your skin were on edge and something felt different about the atmosphere. Your mother tightly held your hand as she led you inside your closet and pulled open a hidden compartment in the wall. Your eyes widened in awe.

           "Honey.” she whispered, tears filling up in her eyes, and you immediately understood the situation.

           Your family was next.

           You shook your head violently as she urged you into the compartment, fit for one.

           "We knew this day was going to come soon. We prayed it wouldn’t happen, but it did.“ she caressed your face lovingly. "Please be safe, my darling. I believe in your future.”

           "Mommy.“ You sobbed and she kissed your forehead for a prolonged time.

           "Whatever you hear, whatever happens. Stay in here for 2 days.” she handed you your father’s watch and a folded piece of paper. “And don’t leave until the night covers your tracks. Go to this address. She’ll take care of you.”

           "I love you.“ You whispered as you wept, and she smiled sadly.

           "I love you so much, honey. Your father loves you too.”

           You crawled into the tiny compartment and hugged your knees to stifle your sobs. Your mother stared at you one last time before closing the entrance and enveloping you in darkness. That night, you heard the screams and struggles of your parents, the loud cracks of gun fire, then an eerie silence as footsteps marched all over the place where you had once felt safest. You couldn’t cry out of fear of being found, but your heart was breaking. You felt helpless, frustrated, and numb.

           Everyone that you loved was now gone.

           You exhaled as you slipped into your small apartment and looked into the mirror. Years later and you were an empty shell of what you used to be. You weren’t a captive but you were bound by fear and anxiety constantly, wondering when the day would come when you too would be discovered and killed. You had escaped successfully and you were given an entirely new identity. You changed your hair color and cut it, shedding your old skin. You were much older now. Your eyes held the despair, frustrations, and helplessness that you kept deep inside you, but your face was pulled into an unemotional facade. It was no longer glimmering with dreams and hope, but was dulled by witnesses of untimely death, irrational oppression, and constant hatred. You lived through hell and you had grown up in chains of the new society and its standards. You experienced and witnessed suffering beyond what children and parents had ever imagined would come to fruition.

           At work, in the middle of the streets, in your own apartment complex, people disappeared for reasons you couldn’t understand. People were shot based on “discretion”, they claimed, but it was no secret that it was merely based on the leisure and displays of dominance for those who had the authority.

           Each day was routine. Each day was a battle. Each day was a covert mission to keep yourself safe. And each day you prayed for change. Each day you prayed for a better world to come.

           But a better world never came.

           "Stop right there, woman.“

           You froze, your heart thumping against your chest. Then you suddenly continued on your way down the alley, hoping the guards weren’t talking to you.

           "Hey! Stop right there!” You felt a rough tug of your arm and you were slammed to the ground easily.

           Two grinning cops were hovering over you, eye-ing your figure.

           "Haven’t seen you around here? Are you new?“

           "No.” You stood up hurriedly and dusted yourself off, feigning confidence. “I’ve lived here for years.”

           "I’d think I’d remember seeing someone as beautiful as you.“ One officer caressed your cheek and you slapped his hand away instinctively.

           The officer looked appalled while the other cackled at your clear rejection.

           "You can’t do this to me.” You stood your ground firmly.

           "Oh yes I can.“ he laughed. "Women are for men’s pleasure. You’re lucky we let you work and prance around thinking you have freedom and some sort of control.”

           Soon, the other cop was behind you, holding onto your waist.

           "If you let us have a little fun, we’ll let you go.“ He whispered into your ear, and you shoved him away, disgustedly.

           "I’ve done nothing wrong to be captured!” You argued.

           "Well, we can make that true or false based on your decision.“

           The officer in front of you closed the distance and you felt yourself backed into a wall. Glancing around hurriedly, you tried to find a way to escape but one direction was back to your complex and essentially a dead end while the only way out was blocked by the second officer.

           You placed your hands on the officer’s chest to keep him from coming closer and you turned your head to avoid his lips trying to touch yours.

           "Get off me!” you yelled, hoping that someone would hear you.

           But who were you kidding? No one would dare stand up to the officers and put themselves in danger like that. Everyone put their families and their safety first. And who could blame them? You were guilty of being a silent witness to the Oppressors too.

           "The more you resist, the more I want to take you.“ He hummed as he grabbed your hands and freely pressed his body into you.

           "Take this then.”

           You wriggled and kneed his crotch as hard as you could. Immediately, he was writhing on the ground, and the other officer was quick to whip out his gun, aiming at you angrily. You gasped and closed your eyes, wishing that your death would be a quick and painless one.

           But the shot never came.

           You heard a loud thud and you opened your eyes to find the officer sprawled lifelessly on the ground with gun still in hand. Terrified, you glanced around. You felt a hand on your leg and the other officer was glaring at you, still in pain from your attack.

           "And I’ll also be taking you out.“

           A voice was heard just before the officer’s body flew across your path. You turned to find a tall, lean man wearing a ski mask beside you. He had kicked the officer with ease and he pointed a gun with a silencer to make a clean shot. You stared at him in awe. You weren’t sure whether to be frightened and run away or stay and thank him. Your body felt that the former was more logical so while the scary robber-looking man was checking to see if the officers were really dead, you tried to slip out of the alleyway. However, you were pulled back by your wrist and pressed against the wall with a hand over your mouth, right before a hoard of officers passed by nonchalantly.

           "That’s three times I saved you in roughly two minutes, Miss.” the masked man chimed and you shoved his hand off your mouth.

           "Well, thank you Mr. Robber Mask Man. I appreciate you saving my life but please get off me.“ You stated defiantly but you were soon silenced by his eyes gazing down at you. At first it looked at you intently then knowingly and finally, it brightened up.

           You furrowed your brows and his lips curled up happily. Slowly, he pulled off his ski mask and you felt your knees buckle as he revealed his face.  

           There, standing in front of you, in all his muscular, grown-up glory, was your childhood best friend, Jeon Jungkook. With his signature goofy half-grin, half-smirk, he spoke,

           "I finally found you.”

           You were in too much shock to really process anything he said after that, but you let him drag you away from the bloody scene. All you could do was stare at his back as he did so, wondering if you had in fact died, and this was your reunion with him in the afterlife.

           "I th-thought…I thought you were…“ you stammered, not able to coherently put all the thoughts circulating in your mind into a sentence.

           "Dead?” he chuckled. “No, I’m quite alive.”

           You smiled. At least his teasing didn’t change one bit.

           "Where are we going?“ you questioned.

           "Home.” he grinned.

           "What? Where’s that?“

           "Just be quiet and follow me.” He hummed as he held onto your hand tightly like he used to as kids.

           While you reveled in the reality that now you weren’t alone in the world, you let him lead you– although let’s be real, you had no choice in the matter anyway. After a few hills, a few dark alleyways, and a trip across the sewer, Jungkook finally stopped in front of a large metal door and knocked three times. Curiously, you watched as a scanner popped up and he pressed his hand against it.

           "I have a survivor with me too.“ he called out.

           The door opened and you stepped into a clear elevator. You grabbed onto Jungkook nervously since it felt like you were going to fall down into the abyss with this optical illusion. He laughed but pulled you closer to ease your nerves. Soon, you were descending and the darkness was replaced by the images of a large city. Your grip loosened, and you turned around to marvel at the scene.

           "What is this?” you breathed.

           "It’s the underground city of the Changers.“ he grinned.

           ”The Changers? You mean the rebel group that people aren’t sure is real??“ you pressed your face on the glass in awe.

           "Well, we like to keep it that way so nobody comes looking for us.” he put a hand on your back and guided you out of the elevator. “I’ll give you a quick tour.”

           "Whaaaat?“ you gasped as you stepped into an office building of sorts. It was bustling with people in lab coats.

           "This is Head Quarters. It’s where we make weapons and figure out our plans.” he explained as you explored everything up close, as if you were a kid in your favorite museum.

           "What’s this?“ You reached out towards a large contraption but his hand hurriedly grabbed yours to pull you away.

           "Still impulsive I see.” he chuckled.

           You grinned, glancing down at his hand holding yours as he continued walking down a long hallway. When had been the last time you had the comfort of human contact?

           "Where are we going?“

           "I have to stop by some place first. Whenever we save 100 or more survivors and bring them here, the leader gathers everyone to give them a welcome.”

           "Oh! I heard the leader was quite attractive.“ You grinned excitedly.

           "Where’d you hear that?” he raised an eyebrow.

           "Well back in the office, a few girls swore they witnessed the Changers at work and in the middle of the fight, they caught a glimpse of the leader’s face and fell in love!“

           Jungkook snorted. "What a bunch of bull.”

           You shook your head, “You’re just jealous because he’s probably better looking than you.”

           Jungkook stopped in front of a door and pulled at your cheeks. “You’re still annoying like you used to be.”

           You glared at him and rubbed your cheeks when he let go.

           "But I’m glad you’re alive.“ His expression softened as he stared at you intently.

           You blushed and smiled shyly. "I’m glad you’re alive too.”

           "Come on.“ He gestured for you to follow as he opened the door behind him.

           "Where are we?” You looked around, taking in the dim lighting of the room.

           Jungkook walked towards where the light was, and you heard loud chatter.

           "Stay out of trouble, okay?“ He instructed but you were too busy trying to figure out what kind of room you were in to reply.

           Suddenly, he stepped into the light and you were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of thunderous screaming and applause, as he appeared on stage throwing on his uniform top. Curiously, you slowly made your way towards the origin of the sounds, which you found to be behind a curtain now that your eyes were adapting to the dim light. To get a better view, you pulled the curtain to the side a bit more, and you gasped as you found Jungkook standing behind a podium, grinning from ear to ear, in front of thousands of people.

           "Hello everyone! Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to hear me make the same speech that Namjoon wrote for me again.”

           Everyone laughed as you watched from behind, trying to make out the situation. Why was he up there? But your question was soon answered, and your jaw dropped as you heard it echoing loud and clear:

           "Well, for those who aren’t aware, I’m Jeon Jungkook…the Leader of The Changers.“ 

Part 2 

A-Z headcanon - Eisuke Ichinomiya

Requested by: anon


A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s generally pretty nice afterwards. He’ll let you snuggle with him, lay your head on his chest, he’ll stroke your back. Even though he won’t tell you, and he might lead you to believe otherwise, that sweet time after sex is important to him. He loves having that moment with you - where you’re both vulnerable, trusting, in love, tired.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own favorite body part would probably be his…you know, lol. But if he had to choose a non-sexual part of his body, he would choose his eyes. Not just because he likes the color, but because he gets to look at you with them.
His favorite part of you would be your neck. Smooth and clear, a blank canvas for him to color with hickeys. Although your breasts come in at a close second, lol.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He loves to cum inside you. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Eisuke also prefers not to use condoms because he wants you to feel him cum inside.

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Lingerie. Lingerie. Lingerie. He loves it. And whenever you wear it for him, under any circumstances (he asked you to, did it of your own free will, it’s a special night, or it’s just because, etc.), it turns him on so much. He secretly hopes every time he’s undressing you that he’ll find some kind of sexy, lacey fabric underneath.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. He’s hooked up with multiple women (he always used a condom with those casual nights). He definitely knows what he’s doing. He wants to be the perfect partner, sex with him should be mind-blowing.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Either on top of you, or taking you from behind. Probably on top of you. He’s such a dominant, so of course, he loves to dominate you.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Goofy and sex should never be in the same sentence in Eisuke’s book. Sex should be passionate, amazing, intense, breath-taking. There will be no ‘goofing around’ or laughing in the bedroom. He might manage a chuckle after a teasing line, but that’s it.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He always wants to look his best; he keeps his pubic hair trimmed and neat. It’s dark brown, just like the hair on his head.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He can have those nights where it’s slower, more intimate. And he does like a fair amount of tenderness, but mostly it’s aggressive.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

Eisuke Ichinomiya would never resort to masturbation. Unless it’s an emergency, lol. He would crawl on his knees to get to you and take you hard if he got turned on. So yeah, if you’re completely inaccessible, and he’s hella horny, Eisuke will jerk off a little, just once. But if there’s any way to get to you, believe me, he will find it.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Dirty talk. He’s known for being a tease, so this should come as no surprise. He loves seeing your face flush when he talks so bluntly. Speaking about the things he wants to do to you, making comments about your beautiful, naked body, and anytime he can work the word 'fuck’ in there is good, lol.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. The bed, the wall, the floor. A plane, a boat, a limo. He doesn’t have a favorite, can’t pick one. He likes to experiment. He’ll get it on pretty much anywhere.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you are confident, stand up for yourself, get possessive over him, etc. Things of that nature are what really turns him on. There are multiple other things, but whenever you follow his lead and be this strong, independent woman that he knows you are, it’s so sexy to him.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

For one, he would never push you to do something you don’t want to. As for himself, he’s not that into threesomes or exhibitionism. While he does like to tease the other bidders by giving you hickeys, you’re too special for him to ever let them, or anyone else, see you in your most vulnerable state.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Really enjoys oral. He loves the way you taste (which gives him an opportunity for dirty talk :P lol). Whenever you go down on him is always immensely pleasurable. Something he enjoys is watching you suck him off. It’s just so erotic, and it swells his ego (along with other things, haha. Me and my dirty jokes.)

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, aggressive, intense. Eisuke pounds into you. If both of you aren’t sweating, it’s not enough. He can take it slow, if you ask him to, but he prefers the other way.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Of course! Eisuke is down for quickies. I mean, lovemaking is probably his favorite thing to do, so he’s ready to go anytime, anywhere. If he only has five mintues, he’ll make the most of those five mintues. So yes, quick sessions are perfectly fine. He might love them just as much as proper sex.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Ah, risky sex, a specialty of Eisuke Ichinomiya’s. As stated before, he’s experimental. He also loves the thrill of almost getting caught.
In his office, in the conference room, in a limo, in a hotel room, hiding in a closet, he’ll do it.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

When it comes to your favorite activity, doesn’t it feel like you could go on forever? Yep, that’s the way it is with Eisuke. He can go all night long with very little to no breaks. He might allow a rest every once in a while just to make sure he didn’t hurt you or exhaust you too much. But otherwise, he has a lot of stamina.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s tried toys before, and he’s willing to bring them into the situation with your consent. A vibrator, panty teaser, or a two-person toy (like something that wraps about his balls and has a little vibrator attached to it to stimulate you both). He doesn’t like to use them on himself, however. Why settle for some lame imitation when he can have the real thing?

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Eisuke turns teasing into a science. He knows exactly which words to say to draw out the best reaction from you. And he will tease you about everything. You can’t have sex with Eisuke without at least a little bit of teasing.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He doesn’t like to moan because it makes him feel less manly and less in-control of himself. So he’ll just pant to release some of the tension. Sometimes he’ll give minor grunts, but that’s a little more rare.

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s open to many things. You could introduce pretty much anything into the bedroom and he’ll try it. He just wants to please you. And he actually loves when you take the initiative to enhance your sex lives.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

About 7 ½ or 8 inches. Above average - of course the reason he’s his favorite body part, lol. His genitalia is also more…attractive? Like penises are not that pretty, but with how well-groomed he keeps everything, his lower region looks a little better.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than the clouds. Pfft. He’ll have sex every single day if you let him. He just enjoys it so much, and he loves claiming you over and over again. So his yearning is very high.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eisuke will stay awake and cuddle with you for a while, then fall asleep. So he doesn’t pass out right away, but he doesn’t stay awake. Usually it’s after you drift off first.

Thanks for reading! Can you believe I filled out this entire thing in about an hour? Maybe even less than that. I’m so proud of myself, hehe. Then again, Eisuke is a pretty sexual person so it wasn’t that hard. Anyway, thanks again! <3