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In Motion (M) | 01

Character / Genre / words: Jeon Jungkook x reader (with POV switches) | Smut, Mature scenes, Masturbation Club!au | 7,721 words

➼ Summary: The rule is simple - you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times but it was only when a certain boy arrives at one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside

➼ Warning: exhibitionism, public display of masturbations, graphic smut scenes, mutual masturbations, mentions/use of sex toys, language

➼ Warning 2.0: this is only the beginning

➼ a/n: This is a revamped/edited version. I have decided to not scrap the whole thing when there is no scenes or plots being changed in the process. Feel free to reread this chapter before the next chapter is out. More story fillers will be added in the upcoming chapters.

➼ Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03


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Hellborn - Chapter 1

Genre: Smut; Angst; Demon!AU, Dom!Jimin, Sex Slave!AU

Word count: 6282

“The things I’m going to do to you are going to be the opposite of sweet and gentle. I’ll hit, bite, slap and scratch. You’ll be begging me for mercy. Begging me to give you your sweet release. Begging me to stop…Begging me to let you go…” He smirked a devilish, evil smirk. “But I won’t. Because from now on, you are my property…” You saw him snap his fingers before everything turned black.

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Translation from Naruhodo Fanbook

I felt like doing some translation for my own enjoyment so I grabbed my Naruhodo fanbook and picked this amazing scene out from the character blog section in the back. This was written by Takumi Shuu as promo material for the original trilogy back in 2005.

“English Version”

Mayoi: Hey, hey Naruhodo-kun! Did you hear?

Naruhodo: Hear what? You look awfully excited.

M: Apparently we’re finally gonna make our American debut!

N: Oh, you mean the English version, huh?

M: And apparently the setting is, get this, the crime capital, Los Angeles! Isn’t it exciting?!

N: …Don’t let anyone from Los Angeles hear you call their city that. They’ll get mad.

M: Well, they have a saying there: “If you toss a rock into a crowd, it’ll hit a criminal.”

N: You do realize that the second you throw a rock into a crowd, you yourself are a criminal, right?

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M: You know, Naruhodo-kun. Something about you just doesn’t do it for me…

N: Wh-what do you mean?

M: It’s your face. It wouldn’t fit the image of “the crime capital.” You’ve gotta at least dye your hair blond.

N: B-blond…?!

M: Ah! Come to think of it, there’s an old saying in my village.

N: Oh, I can’t wait to hear this.

M: Let’s see, they say if you wash your hair with beer, it’ll turn blond!

N: ……..

M: It’s a saying that’s been passed down for years, but no one’s tried it out yet.

N: All you’d need is one person to try it to know whether it’s true… That’s not much of a mystery.

M: Just wait a sec, ok? I’m gonna go buy some beer.

N: ….Um, you know, Mayoi-chan, I feel like I should just give you a heads up.

M: Hmm? about what?

N: You know this doesn’t mean we’ll be going to America ourselves, right?

M: What?! No way! Seriously?!

N: The name of the main character in the English version isn’t even “Naruhodo Ryuuichi”.

M: Aw come on! What’s his name, then?!

N: Um, if I remember correctly, it’s Phoenix Wright.

M: …Your name got changed to “Feenicks”?

N: What’s that face for?

M: I mean, look at you! You don’t look like a “Phoenix” at all.

N: You don’t think so? Personally, I think I’ve got some birdlike qualities.

M: In that case, I think they should’ve gone with “chicken” for you. Chicken lawyer.

N: Mayoi-chan… You’re in a weirdly combative mood today.

M: And you’re not nearly bright enough to earn the name “Light”

N: I’m pretty sure “Wright” and “Light” are two different words. Probably.

M: What about “Rice” instead?

N: Um, what?

M: Forget Phoenix Wright. Go with Chicken Rice.

N: Who the heck would ever name their kid that?

M: Or maybe “Fried” would be good. Chicken Fried.

N: Well, what would your name be, Mayoi-chan?

M: Me? Let’s see… My name’s Mayoi, so how about “Mayonnaise”?

N: …That actually might suit you pretty well.

M: I’m a fan of mayonnaise.

N: Chicken Fried and Mayonnaise… We sound like a pretty high calorie pair.

M: More like a delicious pair.

N: Come to think of it, what do you think Mitsurugi’s name should be?

M: Let’s see… His name is Mitsurugi Reiji, so… How about “Ray G. Mituroogi”?

N: Huh. That’s unexpectedly straightforward.

M: But it gives you a sense of his pickiness, don’t you think? Especially the “Mituroogi” part.

N: Either way, I’m pretty sure they’ll make his name totally different.

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M: ……………..

N: ? What’s up? You’re weirdly quiet all of a sudden.

M: I might’ve just thought of something amazing.

N: What’s that?

M: The perfect crime… in Los Angeles.

N: Perfect crime… You?

M: So there’s a lawyer who looks exactly like you over there in the Crime Capital, right?

N: I guess. Mr. Phoenix.

M: So for example, you could go to a restaurant and eat a whole bunch of food, like chicken rice and fried chicken with mayonnaise on it.

N: Yes, I can see it now…

M: Then when the bill comes, you can tell them you forgot your wallet at home. When someone from the staff grabs you by the scruff of your neck, you shout “I AM PHOENIX!”

N: …When I picture that scene, it looks like some serious carnage took place there.M: And then they’ll send the bill to that Attorney Phoenix guy, see?

N: …I feel like attempting a crime like that would get you stoned by someone.

M: And I could eat all the miso ramen I wanted too!

N: Unfortunately, I don’t think they have miso ramen in America.

M: Really? You think? …I wonder what American me’s favorite food is, then.

N: Who knows?

Voice: Excuse meee!

M: Oh, there’s someone at the door. Comingggg!

Delivery man: Um, I have something here for the Naruhodo and Co. Law Offices… Ah, for a Miss Mayoi. Is that you?

M: Y-yes, that’s me. What is it?

D: I work at the restaurant Burger Land, and I have a bill here for you.

M: “15 Triple Burgers at 4,500 yen a piece”… Th-this wasn’t me!

D: Sorry, but it was definitely you. You came to our shop, stuffed your mouth with burgers, and shouted “I AM MAYOI,” spraying food everywhere!

M: …………

N: ………..

M: They got us first, Naruhodo-kun.

N: Sounds like the American you likes burgers, huh?

amortentia [young!tom riddle x reader]

premise:  En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. [In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life]
Tom Marvolo Riddle never fancied anyone - to be fair, he did not think he could. Though, an encounter on his first train to Hogwarts had left a deep impression that he very much could love someone, though if that someone could love him with all of his secrets was a different question, one that he was eager to find out yet was awfully curious of. You always intrigued him. From the very first day the two of you met, to the very last…

warnings: angst, disturbing themes, fluff, blood

amortentia masterpost | MASTERLIST.

Originally posted by txmione

1. gloomy days follow

A light breeze caressed the back of your neck as your fingers dug into the hard red cushion of the seat; your form leaned forward to stare at the blurring scenery behind the window. Outside the compartment children were eagerly chatting, some singing muggle songs and noisily poking in their heads to see who was doing what. The far away rooftops moved like passengers and in the swaying autumn flowers, the last notes of summer were already fading, you saw the delicate arch of your mothers hand as she waved you goodbye. The memory was still fresh and very much conflicted, both sparking fear and excitement in your heart. Finally, London houses blew by and nothing by plains of green greeted the window. You pulled away and shifted, hitting the back of the seat and feeling the whole train pleasantly rubble down your spine. Besides you, there were three more eleven year-olds seated – two in front and one by your left. The lonesome boy by your side was reserved, only briefly glancing around and outlining the forms of the two seated in his close view.

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Dress Shopping - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 2014

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Some angst

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and Constructive Criticism Always Welcome

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist


“Mommy?” JoJo asked from the backseat of the Impala. “I get to pick my own dress, right?” Eileen sat beside you in the passenger seat, leafing through a wedding catalogue, looking at potential bridesmaids dresses.

“Of course you do.” You chuckled. “You know I wouldn’t force you to wear something you didn’t like. It’s your day too.”  

“Is Daddy going to the same store with Unca Sam, Unca Cas, and Garth? Or is it different for the boys?”

“It’s different for the boys.” You explained. “But we’re gonna meet Grandma Mary, Aunt Jody, and Aunt Donna at the dress shop. Claire and Alex too.”

“Yay!” JoJo squealed and kicked her legs in her seat with enthusiasm, glancing out the window at the scenery flying by.

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Kiwi: Part Nine

A series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album.

A/N: This chapter was an absolute joy to write, so I hope you guys enjoy it. There’s only a few chapters of our story left! xx

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Catharsis.

The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

The freeing of tension.

The moment the hero’s suffering is let go.

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Calliope began that day by surfing.

She’d been doing a lot more of it lately. Now that she had all this free time alone that she wasn’t used to anymore, she threw herself back into it with fervor— except ever since she had that fight with Harry a week ago, she had trouble staying on balance like never before. It took her two, maybe three tries to catch a wave, and even then she had to work five times as hard to not topple right off. It was as if Harry had become her center of gravity, and now it was all thrown off.

They hadn’t spoken since that night. He hadn’t gone to see her at the bar, nor had she gone back to the studio to speak with him. It was complete radio silence, and it felt like withdrawal— she had gotten so used to spending practically every waking moment of the day with him that she had almost forgotten how to spend time alone. At first, it made her angry. But now she just missed him.

She missed him. She missed the way he liked playing with her short hair as he fell asleep. Or the way he closed his eyes when he was singing a line that was particularly meaningful to him. She had gotten used to his warmth when he held her against his chest in the night, even if he was practically a space heater and she couldn’t sleep with a blanket anymore. She missed the way he smiled when she called him Kiwi, the dopey one that showed off his two front teeth.

She missed the way he made her feel like the calm in the storm, instead of the hurricane itself.

Hours later when she showed up for her shift at work, her hair was still drenched and she smelled like the sea. She walked into the bar and slid on her apron before proceeding to grab a rag and clean every single inch of the already-clean countertop, her mind elsewhere.

“Have you ever had your heart broken, Kiwi?”

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distractions » jjk » part 2

» request:  would you consider another part to distractions? One where more romantic feelings are getting involved instead of just the lust. A little bit of angst like Y/N being jealous bc JK sometimes still looks at other cheerleaders bc short skirts everywhere but then it gets fluffy and JK realizes his own real feelings kind of thing? I can imagine it being super cute, but only if you’d be ok with writing it of course :) Its ok if you cant so no worries

» genre: fluff, angst, smut

» author’s note: i really really enjoyed writing the two parts to this scenario, and i hope you all enjoy it as well! please feel free to request any type of scenarios, whether it be plus size reader, male reader, or anything else! i want each and every one of you to be able to relate to my stories and put yourself in the situation. thank you all so much for your support! 

**also i couldn’t help myself, so there’s some really cute fluffy ass smut at the end, which you do not have to read if you’d rather just read the angst/fluff part. i’ll include an asterisk(*) where the smut starts if you’d rather not read it :))

» word count: 2.9k+

» warnings: plus size reader, basketball au, cheerleader au, jealousy/angst, masturbation (male), dry humping, sweet talking, etc.

[nsfw at the end]

“Y/L/N,” Coach Kim’s voice startles you, the sound of your name echoing loudly off the walls of the locker room. You jump up, shuffling tiredly to the front of the locker room, your legs weak and sore, and your mind clouded with fatigue as you got barely any sleep the night before. Jungkook had kept you up all night, it was like the boy could go a million rounds before tiring out, whereas you tired out after only a couple. 

“Yes, coach?” You ask, sighing as you see her scowl at the too-short skirt that you’d now had for over two weeks, because the supplier was taking forever to restock their larger sizes. You complained about it often, annoyed at the joking comments from your teammates, but Jungkook absolutely loved it. You’d catch him staring often, each time receiving a wink from him when you blushed red hot. 

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some drarry fic recs!

In response to this post.

@trillgutterbug (wtf i guess replies are broken rn)

Oh man. If you’re having the same problem then this is only going to make it worse, but I don’t blame you bc I’m also constantly on the hunt for recs XD

I’ve been zipping through so much fic it’s hard to keep it all straight, but here’s just some of the things I’ve enjoyed recently. For clarity, they ALL have porn:

  • In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1 (43k)
    In which Harry and Draco can’t fight, and so they fall in love instead.
    When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, the pair are forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.
    (So, this is probably the fic I’ve lost my mind over the most in the recent past. It’s so good and full of the best tropes - accidental bonding, forced bed sharing, incredible amounts of pining, super super hot porn. [8th year fic, btw.] But honestly I would recommend ANYTHING by @bixgirl1. I’ve actually been working my way through her entire catalog recently and most of the tabs I have open on my phone are by this author. Seriously, just browse her various work until something grabs you, you’ll love it.)

  • Just Go With It by loveglowsinthedark (3k)
    The prompt: Draco is a telemarketer who calls Harry trying to sell him stuff; phone sex ensues.
    (Just a quick little bedtime story, lol. I’m reccing this because I JUST read it last night and I LOVE phone sex fic, lol. I’m weak for it. So here you go.)

  • As Beautiful As the Day by Lomonaaeren (8.5k)
    Seeing Draco Malfoy on his broom, illuminated from behind by sunlight, turns out to be a defining moment for Harry, and awakens parts of himself he never knew were there.
    (Another one that I’m recc’ing because I just read it - this morning in fact! But it’s very good and sweet and hot. Harry is approaching 40 when he sees Malfoy playing as Seeker in a professional Quidditch game and has a realization about his sexuality. Good stuff.)

  • Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (20k)
    In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.
    (This is prob the only fic on this list that I didn’t read in the immediate past. I just had to make sure to include it though because I loved it so damn much. If you want porn, just read this. It has everything. All the porn you could ever need or want or imagine and all of it is positively dripping with emotion. I remember commenting that I “felt each [sex] scene in my entire body.”  Highly recommended.)

  • You Send Me (Honest You Do) by firethesound (37k)
    As far as potion accidents go in general, and deaging incidents go in particular, Draco knew this could have been so much worse. Harry only lost about ten years, and all his memories are still intact. But the sight of him looking as if he’s stepped straight out of Draco’s Hogwarts memories has dredged up a whole mess of complicated feelings Draco thought he’d buried years ago, and Draco really doesn’t know what to do with any of it.
    (This is simply the latest by @firethesound​ so you know it’s good. Another legendary Drarry author whose tone with these two is always pitch-perfect, and someone else whose catalog I would recommend browsing if you haven’t.)

  • Just Friends (or Why Draco Malfoy Shouldn’t Have Sex in His Office) by  unadulteratedstorycollector (35k)
    Harry and Draco are Auror partners, friends, and um… well, that’s it. Yes, Hermione, that is it. At least it is until Harry catches him doing a certain something that he can’t get out of his mind.
    (Ugh, palpable, palpable sexual and emotional intensity. A terrific Draco characterization. Super passionate. Some explicit Draco/Blaise in the first chapter, too, if you’re into that kinda thing.)

  • Like A Real Family by Queenie_Mab (10.8k)
    Harry thought he had all he wanted in life, raising Teddy and being the parent he’s always wanted to be, until he experiences what life with a partner could be like. Now if only Draco wasn’t straight.
    (A verrryyy cute fic. I love dad!Draco so MUCH. And he’s great here, such a sweet and devoted father to Scorpius. Also, ridiculous amounts of pining.)

  • Rough Magic by birdsofshore (28k)
    Malfoy’s magic has run wild. But though wild magic is unpredictable and greatly feared, Harry’s damned if he’s going to let Malfoy rot in St Mungo’s while they work out what to do with him.
    (Ughhh, every time Draco starts losing control of his magic, it’s SO intense. There is also a surprisingly terrific Millicent Bulstrode characterization here. But really birdsofshore is another author whose entire library is a safe bet. I definitely recommend browsing through it.)

  • The Den of So-Called Iniquity (4k), Grind (2.2k), & The Placebo Sequence (6.8k) by Snegurochka
    (I’m rec’ing three because they are all so goddamn good and short and all on the same level of intensity. Extremely powerful writing that will leave you breathless. I remember losing my MIND reading these, and then just screaming in the comments about how I couldn’t understand how they could possibly be so intense.)


Alright, that oughta do for now, lol. Hope you find something here that you enjoy!

Perfect - Request

Requested by @fandom-queen-of-the-world:  may I request a Sherlock (BBC) and reader fic where the reader has trouble liking her body (as in she is slightly plus size) and sherlock shows her how much she means to him?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,116

Warnings: Insecurity (?)

A/N: Tiny and fluffy, just for you. Also, to whoever feels related, know that you are beautiful. The fact that we are beautiful in different ways doesn’t make us less or more beautiful from one another. We are all snowflakes, and snowflakes are gorgeous no matter what.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

She was once again standing in front of the mirror. The magazine laying at her bed was full of women with bodies so fit they made one feel like starting a diet right away.

They were beautiful, skinny, tall… Everything a woman would love to be.

She looked at her own body. Stretch marks, a bit of cellulite even, and her love handles were huge, as well as the fat rolls on her belly that had once been un-existent. She was ordinary, not a gorgeous face, so her looks didn’t work to dissimulate her extra weight.

Suddenly, Sherlock’s face appeared on the mirror behind her.

He placed his warm hands on her shoulders and then slid the down to her waist. “So beautiful.” He whispered on her ear as he placed a feather-like kiss on her cheek.

She sighed heavily. “Mind knocking next time?”

“And miss the chance to see you in your underwear with a lot of light? I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He replied and wrapped his arms around her waist. “What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing the sad look on her face.

“I’m wrong.” She answered bitterly.

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Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls

Request: What if the reader was an animation student (I’m an animation student in Ohio) and she had an assignment for a class where she needs a nude model? So she asks Steve to be her model and she had him do a few sexual poses. (I just need some gold old smut and some thigh riding xD…) I can always request something else, if need be!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Thigh Riding (one of my damn weaknesses), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), language. Watch your ovaries, ladies.

Originally posted by luvinchris




Going to school, as an avenger, was no easy task. Going to school isn’t easy as it is, I have to save the world on the side, too! Sleep isn’t coming to me very easy these days.

The time currently reads 2:33AM and I’m wide awake.

I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour and a half, and it’s been fighting me. Sleep isn’t going to be coming any time soon.

Groaning, I drag myself out of bed, and run down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On to the way to the kitchen, I hear someone grunting coming from the training room.

‘I’d know that sound anywhere.’

Walking into the training room,  I lean up against the wall. This is always a pretty sight. I could watch this all day long.

“You just gonna stand there and stare, (Y/N)?” Steve turns and smiles at me.

Sweat beads drip down his temple and into his tight shirt. (You know the one ;)

“S-sorry Steve, it’s kinda hard not to.” Chuckling, he unwraps his hands after his assault on the punching bag.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). Can’t sleep?”

“No, sleep avoids me at all costs these days.”

“I understand, doll. Did you need something?” Blushing, I play with the hem of my shirt.

“Um, I didn’t, but now that I think about it, maybe you could help me with something?”

“Sure, (Y/N) what can I help you with?”

“I have a project in my class due next week and I haven’t even started it yet, I haven’t had any inspiration. But I think I just did.”

He chuckles.

“Alright, what do you need me to do?”

“Well, don’t look so excited yet, you might not want to once I tell you what I need.”

“Well I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“I need a nude model.”

Steve looks up, stopping unwrapping his hands in the middle of his second one.

“A nude model? Like, naked?”

I laugh, he’s so cute.

“Yes, Steve. That’s what nude means.”

“Uh, um. Are you sure you want me?”

‘Oh God…oh God, oh boy do I…’

“Of course I WANT to, Steve. I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t. Like I said, I didn’t have inspiration, but I just struck it.”

He drinks out of his water bottle.

“Uh, a-alright. When do we do this?” I can tell he’s really nervous.

“Steve, you don’t have to if you don’t want to..I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright, (Y/N), I’ll be fine. We can do this.” I feel like he’s trying to convince himself, rather than tell me.

“Alright, you wanna do this right now? We’re both exhausted but having trouble finding sleep, why not try to get some type of work done.”

Steve smiles.

“Alright, doll. Lead the way.” Steve runs his fingers through his hair, carrying his water bottle with him.

“Come on then” Steve follows me.

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Steve and I make it to my room where I keep all my art supplies.

“Alright Steve, let’s get this done.” Steve gulps and looks up at you through his eyelashes.

“That means you need to get nude, Stevie.”

“O-oh, okay.”

“I’ll turn around if that makes you feel better.” I turn my back to him to give him some privacy.

I hear him rustle around with his clothes before he speaks.

“I-I’m ready.”

I turn around and ho-ly shit. God this man is so fucking gorgeous, like my God.

“O-okay. Sorry, I’m gonna try to be professional about this,” My eyes drag over him one more time. “But oh my, God..this is gonna be difficult.” Steve has a deep blush going on, from his neck to his ears to his face.

“Don’t be shy, Steve. Believe me, you have nothing to be nervous about. Wow.”

He drags his lip between his teeth.

“Alright, (Y/N) whats my first pose?” Oh yeah, we’re doing work.

“Um, just sit on the bed for now, almost like you’ve just come out of bed and are trying to wake yourself up.”

He sits down, he has his legs pushed together, as if he’s trying to keep himself hidden.

“Steve, the whole point of a nude model is the NUDE part.” I smirk and raise my eyebrow.

He draws in a big breath and spreads his legs, his large member (even when it’s soft) lays flaccid against  his leg. He hangs to the left, I take note.

‘Oh my, Captain. He must be massive.’

I drag my lip between my teeth, and getting to work. As I’ve drawn him, I’ve noticed his dick has started to harden.

‘Oh God I should have known this was going to be so fucking hard, no pun intended, me.’

I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some pressure.

“Alright Steve, I have an idea.”

He leans up, resting his elbows on his knees.

“What do you need me to do, doll?” His voice has gotten deeper, sexier. If that was even possible.

“Would you be willing to do some sex positions for me?” His eyebrow raises.

“Sex positions? How am I supposed to do that alone?” I chuckle.

“I’ll show you, Stevie.”

Guiding him as best as I can into some, rather compromising positions, I begin to draw him.

He is standing up now, with his cock in his right hand, and I’ve told him to make it look like he’s thrusting into someones tight, wet heat. Oh God at this point, my cunt is soaked. I need him, I need something. I can’t even focus right now. His cock is so hard…so long and so thick…fuck this, I want him.

“S-Steve?”

He turns his head to look at me.

“Yeah?”

“I have another idea.”
“Tell me.” He’s almost breathless, and I can tell he’s becoming desperate too.

“Sit down on the bed, lean back on your arms and spread your legs.

He does what I ask, no questions asked.

Oh how I want nothing more than to jump on top of him, and slide my wet pussy down his massive cock.

But I wanna play a bit first, if he’ll allow it…

“I-I wanna try something…is that okay?”

“Do whatever you need, doll.” I know that’s a welcoming invitation.

Stripping out of my own clothes, all except panties, I understood why he was so shy. This is nerve wracking.

However, seeing his reaction tells me I have nothing to worry about.

“Have you ever had someone ride your thigh, Steve?” Biting my lip, I bring myself on top of him, straddling his left thigh.

“No…can’t say I have, (Y/N) but I have a feeling it’s going to be quite a beautiful site.”

I bring myself down on his thigh, the friction from his thigh and my panties against my cunt is almost too much to bear.

“Oh fuck, Steve.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, bringing his mouth to mine, our tongues dance together, battling for dominance.

I begin to grind myself against his thigh, slowly at first, back and forth, back and forth until I feel myself about to cum. He can tell I’m close as I go faster and faster, chasing that sweet release.

He suddenly flips me over, stopping my assault on his thigh.

“F-fuck Stevie, why did you stop me?” he growls.

“If you’re gonna come you’re gonna cum around my cock. I saw the way you were admiring it, doll. What, never seen a cock as big as this?” He grabs his cock and smacks it against my clit a few times.

“God, Steve please. Please fuck me.” I’m never one to beg for anything, but I need this…

He smirks.

“You never answered me, (Y/N)”

“No Steve, I’ve never seen a cock as big or as pretty as yours and I want in inside of me, so deep.” He groans, and shoves his cock into me. Slowly at first, then a little faster.

“More Steve, I can take all of it, I want it all.”

“Yeah? You want me balls deep inside your cunt baby?”

God vulgar Steve is a good Steve.

“Yes, please, all the way.” He does just that, all the way until his balls lay against my ass.

Thats when he starts going rough. Hard, rough, fast. This is pure raw fucking and nothing more.

And it’s so fucking hot.

“God Steve I’m about to cum!”

“Yes baby, let it out, don’t hold back. Cum on my cock, I’m right behind you.”

A few more sloppy thrusts later we’re both coming apart at the same time.

“God that was amazing, doll…”

“Oh yes, God that was everything I was hoping it would be…”

“You’ve thought about sleeping with me before, doll?”

“Oh God so many times, Captain.” I say captain a little seductively.

He takes in a sharp intake of breath. I smirk, looking into his eyes.

“Oh? Someone likes to be called captain in the bedroom, too hmm? Oh man, I can’t wait till our next time.” I run my finger down his spine.

“If you don’t behave yourself doll we’re gonna have round two before you’re ready…”

I laugh and kiss him on the cheek.

“Did you get what you needed before we got distracted, doll?”

“Yes, Cap. It’s perfect…thank you.”

We lay down in my bed, still nude.

“Stay with me for the night?”

“I’ll stay with you forever.” We end the night with a deep, passionate kiss.

I have a feeling I’ll get an A+ ;)

TAGS: @erieann19

anonymous asked:

Could a possibly request a minific from that reblog? If so, could I have gramander and a subtle kindness please. Thank you! P.s. I really love all of your writing, it's just stunning. Like wow. And I hope you're having a beautiful day. Xx

ANON. ANON DON’T SAY SUCH NICE THINGS TO ME. MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT. BLESS YOU. YOU SO NICE.

Side note, I write weirdly when I’m sick sooooo sorry if it doesn’t make sense. I shall try my best! :D (proceeds to fail).

All the nurses were in love, it would appear; and it seemed to Newt that they were all in love with the same man. He had only been working at the hospital for about a week when he started noticing it - the way the nurses would light up around 8:30AM every morning on the dot. 

He saw the way they congregated in the hall to look through the door’s little window and spot him. Only Queenie seemed unaffected by the man; kind as ever as Newt watched her take a bouquet of flowers from the man and wish him a good day.

So one day, he decided to corner Queenie about it.

“What is with that bloke with the flowers that’s got every woman’s knickers all in a bunch?” Newt asked, startling Queenie from her work.

“Oh, you mean Mr. Graves?” Queenie said, her normally bright face instantly lighting up. “Of course everyone’s in love with him, he’s such a sweetheart. And quite a looker too, if you don’t mind me saying.”

She winked.

“But why, Queenie?” Newt asked, hefting himself to sit atop her desk. 

“You don’t know?” She asked with a bland little blink, then smiled - something strange behind her eyes. “You know what, you should meet him. He always stops by at 8:30, right here.”

“I don’t see why,” Newt grumbled, suddenly uneasy about meeting this stranger. “Seems silly. He’s just some bloke, right?”

Queenie stood to straighten Newt’s scrubs before shooing him off her desk. 

“Tomorrow, 8:30AM. Don’t forget,” is all she said. 

That night, he tells himself it’s foolish. No, he won’t go to the front desk to meet a total stranger. That’s just dumb…

And yet, there he was - sitting innocently on Queenie’s desk - waiting for a “coincidental” meeting with the man that had the hospital in an uproar. From the door, he had never quite gotten a good look at the man before. So nothing could prepare him for the moment that Queenie suddenly hushed his conversation and nodded at the front door of the hospital.

He was… he was perfect. Tan skin tucked away beneath a stark white button down and a tight black vest. The faintest wisp of chest hair peeking out from the top two undone buttons, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, forearms covered in slick black ink. Simple, flattering black trousers and crisp black boots. Hair pressed back, with just a few rebellious strands tickling his brows. Coffee black eyes, warm in the center like a dollop of cream. 

The man smiled at Queenie, then caught sight of him and blinked - curious, but not perturbed. And when he finally reached the desk, Newt felt his stomach drop at the creamy rich Irish lit of his voice. 

“How’s my girl doing today?” The man purred, and Queenie giggled.

“Right as rain, as always, Mr. Graves,” Queenie said as she stood. “Have you met Newt?”

“‘Fraid I haven’t,” Graves said, turning to address him, and Newt just wanted to melt into the desk and die. Graves stuck his free hand, the hand not holding a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers, out to him and smiled. “Percival Graves.”

Newt opened his mouth at he took the man’s hand, but all that came out was an embarrassing squeak followed by a pain moan of sorts and a crimson red flush. Graves’ smile, if possible, grew warmer.

“You’ll have to spell that one for me,” Graves teased.

Newt,” Queenie said, smacking Newt’s arm pointedly. “Is a new nurse here. I thought he should meet the hospital’s favorite visitor.”

Graves blushed ever so slightly - just the faintest hint of pink - at that and Newt couldn’t help but feel jealous that even when embarrassed, the man blushed so tamely, so handsomely, it wasn’t fucking fair.

“Ah, that,” Graves said, then turned to smile at him again. “Don’t listen to these angels, I’m really not as exciting as they build me up to be.”

Newt squeaked again, then jumped down from the desk suddenly - eager to be away. 

“Right, well, must run. Duties, and all that–”

Queenie stopped him.

“Wait, Newt, take these,” she said, passing the lovely bouquet from Graves firm hands to Newt’s trembling arms.

“Oh, do you not want to take them to your…?” Newt trailed off, stunned.

Graves shook his head.

“No, I never do. Wish them well for me,” Graves said with a little nod, before beaming at Queenie again, “Have a lovely day, Queensies.”

Queenie blew him a kiss goodbye as she quickly scribbled a number on a post-it. 

“Here, take them to this room if you don’t mind, Newt,” Queenie said, “I would do it, but I’m awfully busy.”

Curious, Newt thought as he walked away, hands full of flowers - she didn’t look awfully busy. But she did look mischievous as fuck. 

He takes the flowers to the room that Graves never visited, but brought flowers to everyday. All the way there, he pictured who this person might be. A lovely young lady in a coma, maybe - his fiancee. Sleeping away the years they had promised to each other, too painful for him to see. Or perhaps his grandmother or father. Or a coworker. 

Instead, the room belonged to a bald little girl with big blue eyes and a smile that didn’t deserve to die. Newt slipped the flowers into her lap and melted - taken away for a moment by the light of her excitement - as she buried her face into them and beamed. Her mother wiped away a tear that he daughter didn’t catch, but Newt did. Her father placed them in a vase, only –

There were no other vases… And this man brought flowers every day?

“Rest up now,” Newt said softly in parting, then went about the rest of the day with the stranger - Percival Graves - on his mind. He found himself eagerly listening whenever the nurses spoke his name. He kept track of where the flowers went, a different room each time. He tried to connect the dots, but couldn’t, so finally - he went back to Queenie.

“Alright, spill,” Newt said in a rush, startling her again. “What gives?”

“Hmm? You’ll have to be a bit more specific, honey,” she smiled knowingly.

“That handsome bloke, Graves. What’s up with the flowers?”

“Handsome, hmm?” Asked a voice from behind him, amused and warm and terrifying. Newt just about shot out of his skin - then burned out of it, he was flushing so bad. 

“Running a bit late today, Mr. Graves,” Queenie smiled, winking. Graves chuckled bashfully.

“Forgot the shop keys at my place, set me back a bit.”

“Kind of you to still make the trip,” Queenie said as she accepted the flowers from him as she always did. Graves shrugged.

“They were just going to die if I didn’t. I’d rather them go here where they can slip away making someone smile rather than let them wilt in my shop, unseen. I don’t know why people don’t enjoy wildflowers more,” Graves said. 

“Me neither. Well, their loss. I’m sure that…” she trailed off as she looked at her computer, “Ah! Ms. Johanson will love them. She’s going into surgery today and could use the smile.”

“Perfect,” Graves said, “You’re such a saint, Queensies, you always know where my flowers need to go. Bless you.”

“Wouldn’t be no saint without the man that gave’em,” she said.

Newt blinked, the pieces falling into place.

“You’re a florist,” Newt said bluntly.

Graves blinked. “Yes… you didn’t know?”

“No, I thought…”

Graves chuckled.

“You thought I had a loved one tucked away in a bed here somewhere?” Graves asked, then said, “If I did, I’d be sitting in the chair beside’em every damn day. No, got no one to sit beside, thank God. Single as the day as I was born. I just stop by with the flowers I can’t sell anymore and let Queenie here give’em to a good home.”

Newt blinked.

“That’s…”

Graves looked down at his shoes, a flush building lightly on his cheeks. “Foolish, I know. Everyone tells me what a waste of money it is. I could wait another day to sell’em but–”

“–hot,” Newt blurted out before he could stop himself. Silence fell between the three of them. Queenie looked far too pleased for Newt’s comfort.

He opened his mouth to apologize, but Graves’ shocked face just melted into amusement and a unidentifiable flicker of something Newt doesn’t quite catch before giving Queenie a parting wink.

“Gotta run, Queensies,” he says, then smiles differently for Newt. “Newt.”

And he’s gone, walking away again - his ass a fucking sin in his pants. 

“He’s a good man, that Mr. Graves,” Queenie said as they watched him slip through the hospital’s front doors again. “He’s got that subtle sort of kindness. Don’t you think?”

“So it would seem,” Newt squeaked, “I’m just gonna go lock myself into a closet now and die, bye Queenie.”

“Bye dear!”

The next morning, there’s two bouquets at the front desk. Wildflowers for Mr. Scorsfield in 303b, and a handful of Forget-Me-Nots littered with Daffodils and baby’s breath for Newt, tagged with a little card bearing nothing but a number and this:

You’re not so bad looking yourself.

Finally

Requested: Yes.

Fandom: Not Specific

Pairing: NS/Reader

Pronouns: NS

Warnings: Self Deprecation, Suicidal Thoughts, Cursing

A/N: I am working on requests, but I stopped everything to write this. This was requested by someone who simply said, “I want someone, anyone, to love a fat girl like me. I need someone to make the bad thoughts go away, please.”  This will be written in first person, no specified gender or partner …Enjoy!

Originally posted by whats-good-ross


   I wasn’t up to the typical standards of a perfect human. Far from it, actually. I wasn’t as nice looking as others and I definitely didn’t have a ‘summer body’. Of course, my head wanted to constantly remind me of this. My brain was tormenting me with the images of the models from the newest issue of the top magazine. Standing in the mirror I critiqued myself until I was emotionally black and blue. My eyes weren’t the right shape, I wasn’t the right color, I didn’t have curves and edges in the right places, my hands don’t look right, neither does my legs, or my torso, or anything for that matter. I was gross, misshapen, at least, I thought I was. This was before They came along. The perfect stabilizer, better than anything I had ever used to cope. They were there to keep me from doing anything I might’ve regretted. They were the good to my chaos and no matter how hard I tried to tell myself that I was not perfect they pushed back. They pushed so hard that I thought that I was going to break from the sheer force of it. I was in pure bliss because finally someone loved me.

They were there for my bad days and my not so bad days and my good days. On They bad days they would sit with me, we wouldn’t say anything, sometimes I would cry and other times I just sat, feeling numb. On my not so bad days we would go and sit in the living room and let the light shine through the windows, sometimes I would vent about something as They ran Their fingers up and down my arms. Little touches that would keep me grounded, that would make me feel safe because finally someone loved me. On my good days we would go outside, talk, be normal, and sometimes They would take me out for a treat. It didn’t matter if it was a bakery or a gas station parking lot at 2am because I was with Them and no one else mattered because for fucks sake finally someone loved me.

I remember one time, when I was having one of my bad days, I laid on the couch. I was curled under several layers of blankets because I wanted to feel warm again. I wanted to feel something other than the self-hating, bigoted, loser that I thought I was. I remember that I was hoping for the feelings to get stronger because when They weren’t there with me I thought Their life would be so much better off without a waste of space. I remember standing up and going to the bathroom. I stared down the person in the mirror and I hated everything that I saw. I imagined the disgust on Their face when They finally realized that I was nothing compared to what They could have. My cheeks turned red from embarrassment as I stared down the thing that had the decency to fucking cry because of how it looked. The guilt and shame of being who I was, looking how I did, was too much and I swore that night that I was done. I made my way to the bedroom I picked up a pad and a pen and I began to write. I remember the ink stains from where my tears had screwed up the writing and made it run, I remember the burning touch of the paper cut as I ripped the page from it’s bindings, I remember feeling like a deer caught in headlights as They opened the door to find me placing the letter on the couch.

“(Y/N)…” it was soft, oh so soft and comforting. It was like a wake-up call that I both requested and hated. My reality was slammed into my chest as I watched Their face crumble into guilt. They had realized what was in my hand, They could see from a mile away what I was planning and for some reason I felt angry. I was angry that They knew me so well. I was angry that I had caused the look on Their face. I was angry because They were home early and now I couldn’t make Their life easier. I was angry because I was me. I had these thoughts in my head that pushed me further and further to the cliff and oh my god I was fucking terrified of heights and I didn’t want to fall. I remember peering over the edge of the cliff and leaning a little bit to forwards. I remember feeling Their burning touch as They grabbed hold of me and pulled me against Them. I remember feeling the warmth of my tears as they fell from my eyes and for the love of everything that held onto me… I made the greatest realization of my life.

I finally have someone who will never stop loving me.

v^v^v^v^v^

~You are so, so very loved. You are wanted and cared for and I know it seems like you are alone in a world that will swallow you whole but I promise that is not the case. The communities are here to love and support you. I am here to love and support you. My inbox is open for anyone who feels they need a shoulder to lean on. I promise that it will get better. Stay Alive, babes.

Imagine a long weekend with Chris. (Part D)

A/N: Part 5D filled with fluff as always. Epilogue is up next, and wow! Another chapter done and dusted, but fear not- there is still lots to come for these two cutie pies. ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C’)

You stood side stage, smiling as you watched Chris, Anthony, and Sebastian interact with their fans. It was such a joy to be there observing the panel, yet another thing you’d always wanted to do but never thought you would have the chance to. Like befriending Chris, dating Chris, being engaged to Chris, and soon- marrying Chris. You were definitely a lucky one in seven billion; you were slowly checking off everything on your bucket list, both realistic and unrealistic goals. Your gaze refocused on your soon-to-be husband and your smile widened because it was because of him that you were getting everything you’d ever dreamed of.

He carried a love for you so strong, and had so much faith in you that he’d do anything for you. If your dream was to fly to the moon, he’d build a rocket ship and sit alongside you on the journey. He’d told you that a thousand times, and every time you’d believe him. His offer was always genuine, as was his love, faith, trust, and pride. You were a being unlike any other and you possessed a talent he knew would become a world wide phenomenon. It wouldn’t be long until you checked off ‘become a screenwriter’ and 'win an Oscar’, but that was Chris’ words and not yours. You were sure it was going to be ten years at least, considering you were still a student and being recognized as just Chris Evans’ fiancée. Now that wasn’t a bad thing to be recognized as, you were proud to be just Chris Evans’ fiancée; if that was all you could achieve in this lifetime, you’d be absolutely contented and at peace with yourself.

“Chris.” You tuned back into the panel when you heard Max- the host- mention Chris’ name. “I think we owe you a congratulations.” The whole crowd erupted in applause and cheers; both you and Chris immediately smiled, knowing exactly where it was going. “You’re engaged, man. That’s-” The applause and cheers increased in excitement and volume. “Yeah!” Max egged it on, clapping. You chuckled when you saw Anthony and Sebastian do the same, nudging a blushing Chris and patting him on the back. “Congratulations, dude. That is awesome news, we are so happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Chris chuckled into the microphone, dropping his gaze as he grinned to hide his obvious excitement. He may not have enjoyed talking about his relationships before, but with you- he wanted to tell the whole world about you. He was secretly glad Anthony blurted out his engagement news because he didn’t think he could, or wanted to keep it a secret until you graduated. Now as you stood watching him, and seeing how happy he was when they mentioned the engagement- you were glad the world knew too. “It’s exciting, yeah. I’m very, very excited.”

“For those who don’t know who Chris is engaged to, her name is Y/N Y/L/N. I had the pleasure of meeting her backstage,” Max said and Chris nodded, smiling as he threw a quick glance at you; you smiled and gave him a small wave. “And she is lovely, I genuinely enjoyed talking to her.” Chris’ smile widened because he had the same first impression when he met you at the airport. “She’s also very mature for her young age of twenty, I’d even say she’s more mature than you.”

“Max, buddy. You realize she’s watching this right?” Chris laughed, drawing laughter from the whole room. “Yeah, she is. She’s got a very old soul, she’s very old school type of girl. And I love it, it’s one of my favorite things about her.”

“Why’s that?” Max quizzed.

“I just feel like it allows us to have a similar mindset, of what we want in our relationship and in life in general. We don’t have a lot of big disagreements, we argue about stupid things like- who’s the better baseball team. God, I tell you- if she doesn’t ditch her Yankees cap soon,” he glanced over at you and you chuckled, tugging at said Yankees cap.

“The Yankees are the best team,” Sebastian piped up, earning a few cheers and jeers from the audience. “She’s keeping the hat, and I’m sending her a lifetime supply of Yankees merchandise as a wedding gift.” You and Chris laughed. “I’m not kidding, Chris. I will, so prepare yourself.”

“Whatever,” Chris chuckled then continued with his previous statement. “Anyway, as I was saying. It’s hard to find someone who wants the same thing, or just a long term thing in general. I feel like people, especially at her age, they just want something fun and casual. Which yeah, it’s great until you get to my age and find yourself still alone.” The crowd voiced their agreements. “We both agree that relationships these days are moving at a speed we’re not familiar with, or particularly fond of. With modern technology and the evolution that comes with each new generation, there’s a shift in the dynamics of what a relationship should be like. I- we both like to keep things- y'know, traditional. Get married, have kids- the works. It’s nice to meet someone who wants the same thing, it’s refreshing. She’s…” He looked over at you, smiling, “she’s just perfect and I love her.”

The whole crowd lost it at that, letting a wave of “awwww” cascade through the room. Chris grinned as he turned back to the supportive audience. It was nice to be able to share what he thought of you, and his love for you with other people. Yes, he was an incredibly private person who hated talking about his love life. But that was then, he was different now. Now he could’ve talked about you for hours with any fan, or at any interview. He could proudly and assertively tell the world that he was engaged to the most amazing and beautiful girl he’d ever met, as well as help them fall in-love with you as he had.

“Do you think she’ll join us on stage if we ask very nicely?” Max quizzed, and all four guys looked over at you with inviting grins; you shook your head at them with widened eyes. “If you don’t know who we’re looking at, we’re looking at Y/N who is standing side stage. What do you say, guys? Would you like to meet Captain America’s fiancé?”

You felt the butterflies in your stomach get trampled by a herd of elephants when you heard the crowd start cheering, and chanting your name. You shook your head at Chris, who was chuckling. He saw you start to turn and leave, and quickly jumped up and ran to grab you by the waist. He pulled your back into his front and whispered into you ear, “remember on the plane when you said, 'I’ll be there for you if things get too overwhelming’?” You winced, wishing you hadn’t said that; you knew when you said it it would bite you in the butt later. “Things are getting a little overwhelming out there and I’d love it if you joined me,” he told you as he spun you around and took your hand.

“Chris, I don’t want to go out there,” you steadied your stance, fighting against his pull. “Please don’t make me go out there.” You begged then chuckled softly when he did. “There are so many people out there, majority of them are fan girls who probably hate me for marrying their celebrity crush. I can’t go out there, they’re only being nice now because you’re here. I don’t want to say something or do something that will make them attack me when you’re not around.”

“Stop being so paranoid,” he laughed. “I’m always going to be here for you, Y/N. And it’s time you learn how to deal with big crowds, you’re going to have to do that when you enter the Hollywood industry.” You sighed because you knew he was right. “Come on, nothing you do or say will make them hate you. If their celebrity crush adores you then-” he smiled when he saw you smile, “you bet your cute little butt that they’re going to adore you too.”

“Don’t let go of my hand,” you ordered in a tone that told him you were going to join them on stage. Chris chuckled and nodded, entwining his fingers with yours. He walked, gently tugging you alongside him. “Oh my God,” you breathed when you walked into view; the crowd cheered. “I hate you so much.” You murmured to Chris without taking the nervous smile from your face.

“Give the love of my life a hand, everybody,” Chris instructed then kissed the side of your head as the crowd did as he asked. You chuckled softly, taking everything in before you lifted a hand to give the crowd a small wave. “Isn’t she absolutely beautiful?” Chris quizzed, then shared a love-sick smile with you.

Another wave of “awwww” cascaded around the room, which quickly turned into laughter when Anthony called out, “oh, get a room,” in a teasing tone. You and Chris turned to him, laughing softly. Both Anthony and Sebastian, as well as everyone in the room, fell in-love with the two of you. It was so obvious you were irrevocably and irretrievably in-love with the other, so much so that the hatred and the jealousy that some in the crowd possessed faded. Chris was meant to be with you, and you him; one could reject that notion, but there was simply no denying it.

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Epilogue

Completely Mad

Member: S. Coups
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,409


You angrily groaned into your Chinese food as Seungcheol’s hand gently rubbed circles on your knee. Both of you laid in bed with the TV droning on in the background, however, you couldn’t seem to focus on that. With the stress from the upcoming wedding that seemed so close but so far away at the same time you hadn’t the slightest idea what to do. There were so many choices you had to make, most recently you tried to choose where you would hold the wedding, it seemed impossible to gather all of your friends and family together along with Seungcheol’s friends and family in the same place at the same time. With your mind running through conflict looking for a way to work everything out it was Seungcheol’s steady fingers that always subconsciously touched you, “I mean, all of our friends and family together at once, it feels impossible.” You vented to Seungcheol as you shoveled another bite into your mouth.

Seungcheol’s head tilted upwards to face you, his fingers never stopping, “It’s absolutely mad,” Seungcheol smiled sweetly and suddenly all your worries just like that washed away. That’s what he seemed to do, the world could be ending but as long as he told you everything would be alright you would believe him.

“Borderline insane.”

“I can’t wait.” He hummed before placing a tender kiss on your knee and holding up some noodles for you to try.

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@pieces-falling-from-me it’s not that great, but I hope it makes you smile just a little bit


“You ready?” Callie asked.

The two were scrubbing in on a surgery together; a child had broken a few bones after falling out of a tree and it happened to interrupt their planned lunch together.

“Yep!” Arizona smiled tying her mask over her face.

Getting into their surgery, Callie requested music to be played at high volume and Arizona almost winced. Callie was the head surgeon of this case and Arizona was just fine watching the love of her life in her element helping to save a child’s life.

She watched her, blue eyes tracking brown that lit up with excitement down to gloved hands that held a drill with so much strength; it made her knees weak. Realizing that getting turned on in the operating room wasn’t the most appropriate thing, so she peaked over Callie’s shoulder and whispered, “You know this is the song we danced to on our first date?”

The drill screeched, Arizona’s eyes widening before Callie let out a laugh. “Of course I know. It’s why I played it.” Callie mumbled something to a scrub nurse and returned to her task at hand. “I have our whole playlist on.”

“Our playlist?”

Callie paused and shook her head playfully. “Actually, I made this for us. I was going to play it and subtly hint at it during dinner tonight.”

The song changed and Arizona instantly recognized the tune. “Calliope…” her voice was inaudible to everyone in the room aside from Callie and, smirking while snapping a bone back into place, knew playing the song they first danced to at their wedding was right.

Clearing her throat, Callie spoke up. “Dr. Robbins, I’m having trouble deciding if this bone looks like it’s aligned correctly. Would you mind taking a closer look?”

Everyone in the OR knew the two were together, and their obvious attempt at trying to get close during surgery was not unnoticed by their staff.

“Of course, Dr. Torres,” holding her hands behind her back, Arizona leaned forward and briefly glanced at the exposed bone. She knew of Callie’s skills and had no doubts that what she did was close to perfection. Well, it was perfection. She looked up at Callie and smiled enough so that it reached her yes and, the way the two of them have mastered, communicated almost every thought through that simple contact. “Everything looks good here, Dr. Torres. It all looks perfect.”

The surgery continued, Arizona finding herself swaying her hips to a few songs, memories of their past flooding her mind. But soon, the operation came to an end. “Stop the music.” As requested, the room fell into silence and Callie did one last task, requesting for someone to close the patient up. They both hip checked each other as they went to scrub out, Callie smiling at finally being able to see Arizona’s dimples after they were hidden for hours.

“I just realized…” Arizona began. She dried her hands and stared at Callie, replaying the songs from their playlist in her head, a smile taking her lips to touch her eyes. “It’s been a year.”

A chuckle. “Took you long enough to remember.”

“You knew and you didn’t say anything!” she gasped and threw her arms around Callie. She cupped Callie’s face and kissed her with passion, with ease, with a force that nearly knocked the brunette off of her feet. She held her arms around Callie’s neck when they ran out of breath. “I love you.”

The biggest smile Arizona had ever seen made its way onto Callie’s face. “I love you, too.”

A peck on the lips. “Who knew that a year ago we’d be here? That you’d come back and we’d be together…after all this time.” She tried her best not to let the tears take control of her voice, but the quiver in her lip was quickly seen by her lover.

“Just think about how happy we’ve been. How happy we are.”

They kissed once more and only pulled apart when a friendly face opened the door.

“Oh, come on. Everyone knows you love each other, now,” Bailey shooed them away with her hands. It was obvious she was trying to hide a smile. “Get out. Go make out somewhere else.”

Laughing like a group of school girls, the duo left the scrub room and stumbling into the nearest on call room they could find.

Keep Me Warm Part 4

The case had ended pretty quickly after the ordeal of being snowed in at an abandoned barn. Before you knew it you were back on the jet heading for home. You took one of the two opposing seats with a table so that you could spread your book, iPhone, iPad and chocolate out nicely. Sighing lightly you realised you were content with yourself, the team had solved the case fairly quickly, you had actually slept for a good few hours last, and most importantly you and Spencer were finally on good terms.

“Is this seat taken?” A soft voice asked.

When you looked up and realised it was the quirky doctor you had just been thinking about, your heart jumped in your rib cage.

“No no please, go for it!” You smiled, perhaps a little too eagerly.

“Thank you. You’ve finished Alice in Wonderland I see.” He nodded towards the new book on the table.

“Yeah! I started this one last night, it’s really good so far, I was thinking I should expand my taste in books.”

“Memoirs of a Geisha is a fantastic book, you should read the Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern I think you’d really enjoy it.” He said enthusiastically.

“Thanks! Next time I need a recommendation I’ll come straight to you.”

“I’d be happy to help.” He blushed.

The way the pink tint blossomed on his cheeks made your head feel slightly dizzy. How was it possible for someone to be so handsome and so kind and intelligent and funny and nerdy and goofy and just perfect? It really wasn’t fair, to be so close to temptation and have it just out of reach.

“You look tired, are you sleeping okay?”

One part of you felt complimented that he cared, the other part of you wanted to sink into the ground because that meant you probably looked like shit.

He must of noticed that you became self conscious because he was quick to follow up with;

“Not that you look bad, you look pretty, you know b-because you are, I just m-meant you seem sleepy and not in a bad way, sorry ignore me.” He stammered.

He was blushing even harder now, which was adorable. All you could do was giggle.

For the remaining few hours of the flight the two of you talked about almost everything from favourite films, books, music, Tv shows, colours and food. You discovered that the two of you were almost scarily similar, except for the odd debate on favourite characters and plot lines. You couldn’t remember ever having a conversation so fun and interesting before. All too soon the captain announced that you’d landed safely. As you walked off the plane your wish for the night never to end came true as Spencer took a deep breath and asked;

“Are you hungry? Because I am starving! Want to go get something…together?”

You were astounded, how could someone get so lucky?

“Yeah! Although I am exhausted, and I probably look like a mess…would you rather just get take out instead?”

“Take out sounds perfect.” He sighed with relief. “Chinese?”

“Oh god yes.”

The thought of chow mein was making you feel hungrier by the minute.

As he drive the two of you back to your apartment, you were busy ringing your favourite Chinese restaurant to order. You picked it up on the way, and for the last ten minutes of the car journey the smell of steaming food made your stomach gurgle hungrily.

You were glad that you’d decided to clean up your flat before you left for the case, because when you got in it wasn’t in its usual messy state.

“I uh don’t have a proper table and chairs yet so I’m afraid the sofa will have to do, sorry I just haven’t had time to go furniture shopping or anything yet and-”

“Don’t worry about it!” He interjected. “Your sofa looks incredibly comfy.”

You smiled appreciatively.

The two of you sat legs crossed opposite each other as you ate, continuing the conversation from the plane. It had developed slightly from favourite things to things you hated. He laughed when you told him your hate for bad parking and gross mouldy food, and you in turn when he went on a rant about people who didn’t like Halloween. It was already late into the night and you couldn’t fight off the yawns any longer.

“Yeah I’m super tired also, I’ll get out of your hair now.” He said getting up, empty plate in hand.

“Wait what do you mean? You can’t drive home now it’s too late, you’ll be falling asleep at your desk tomorrow and it’ll be all my fault!” Now you felt bad.

“It’s okay honestly, my apartment is not that far-”

“No I won’t have it, please I can sleep here and you can have my bed, it’s payback for you paying for the food.” It was the only way you wouldn’t feel guilty all night.

“Okay okay I’ll stay, but I’m on the couch and you can sleep in your own bed. Deal?”

“Deal.” He seemed pretty adamant.

He took your plate out of your hand and took it to the sink in the open plan kitchen and washed them. You couldn’t say you’d ever met such a gentleman.

As he was doing that you prepared some pillows and blankets for his makeshift bed. It was time to say your good nights now, and part of you wished you would be sleeping in the same bed.

“Well I’ve had a wonderful night, and I hope I’ve redeemed myself for being so rude to you before.” He said, sincerely.

“Of course! Don’t worry about it, I also had a really nice time.” You grinned.

“Goodnight.” He whispered and then leaned over to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight Spencer.” You whispered back, frozen in surprise.

It took all of your energy to force yourself to walk to your bedroom and leave him.

Hi everyone! So yes, I’m out of my writing hiatus (for now)! Someone requested a prompt that involved Zuko giving Katara a necklace, not knowing the full meaning behind it. I thought this was the perfect prompt I’ve received and whipped this bad boy up. I hope you guys like it!


It took him all night.

He didn’t realize it was morning until he finally looked up and saw that dawn was breaking. Zuko smiled to himself. Katara would love this, well at least he hoped she would. He looked down at the necklace and he marveled at his masterpiece. Zuko had only stabbed his hand at least a dozen times, but it was worth it. The necklace had a silk, sapphire ribbon. The pendant itself had a beautiful carving of a fire and water representation. Fire for his element, and water for hers. He was quite proud of the turnout, he even put a single diamond in the middle of the water and fire emblem. Zuko put the necklace into a small box and slipped it into his pocket. He would wait until tonight to give it to her at dinner.


The day went by slowly, he sparred with Katara for a little bit, and then they made afternoon love to each other, at least, while Sokka was out with Suki.

Night time fell, everyone was getting up from their seats after dinner, Zuko took Katara’s hand and led her to their rooms.

“Really? Again?” She teased, hunger twinkling in her eyes.

Zuko blushed and shook his head. He reached into his pocket, took out the box with the necklace inside, and handed it to her. Katara looked at it and smiled up at him.

“What’s this?”

“You’ll have to open it to find out.” He smiled back at her.

Katara took the box from his hand and opened it. Inside was the necklace. It was the most beautiful necklace she’d ever seen, it was even more beautiful than her grandmother’s betrothal necklace. Katara looked up at Zuko, excited. He just gave her her own betrothal necklace. She was going to be Zuko’s wife.

“Oh my god, Zuko.” She marveled at the necklace. “I thought you would want to wait a few years until this, but oh gods, this is amazing. It must have taken forever for you to make this.”

Zuko blushed.

“So, you like it?”

Katara looked at him as if he’d grown a third head.

“Of course! I love it. It’s the most beautiful betrothal necklace I have ever seen. I can’t wait to show it to Suk-”

Katara stopped when she looked up at Zuko, he was giving her a really confused look.

“Betrothal necklace?” He whispered. Katara blushed.

“Yes, this is a betrothal necklace.” She said softly.

“I-uh-I didn’t know that.” He mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I-er-didn’t know, that it was-uh-betrothal necklace.” Zuko scratched his neck and looked down at his feet.

“Oh.” Katara said. It was her turn to blush. “Well, okay. Um-do you want it back?”

Zuko’s head shot up and he shook his head vigorously.

“No, no, no. I want you to keep it.” He said frantically. Katara smiled at him sadly.

“So, you don’t want to marry me?” She whispered. Zuko looked at her like she had grown a third head now.

“Oh agni, no. I’ve wanted to marry you since we were in our early teens, Katara. I love you.” He pulled her towards him. He looked into her eyes, genuine love showing, and he kissed her.

“I want to marry you, oh agni, I’ve always wanted to be with you, ‘Tara.” He said as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I guess this was the best misunderstanding in my entire life.”

Katara giggled.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

With that, Zuko kissed her. Hard. He smiled against her mouth. This was probably the best day of his entire existence.

Happy Birthday Del!

Pay hated his birthday more than he hated himself.
His birthday marked the day he was born, and from the day he was born, alongside Patryk, it seemed he was born to be the shadow of his brother.
Everything Pay did, everything he tried to be was upstaged by Patryk, stupid, perfect Patryk who got straight A’s and won first place trophies, while Pay got into fights and got participation awards.
Patryk’s drawings went on the fridge, and Pay’s went in the fire.
Even as they grew up Patryk, despite being the younger twin by two minutes, got the best, he got the last pizza in the dinner line, got the seat on the bus next to the cute girl they both liked, and when they graduated high school and Patryk went off to college the cute girl with bright blonde pigtails became a man two years his senior with messy brown hair, thick eyebrows and an unkempt face.
His name was Paul, and he too was perfect.

Pay met him while he was rooming with Patryk after his latest eviction, and Patryk had introduced him as ‘a friend’, so Pay called dibs and moved in.
Paul was the sweetest guy he’d ever met, emotional and caring and so funny, and the next thing he knew Patryk announced they were dating at the Christmas dinner table and their parents were congratulating them, which was weird considering the side eye they’d given Pay’s last girlfriend.

And then he was stood at the altar next to Patryk, the ‘best man’, Patryk called him, Pay wondered of he was ‘the best’ or if he’d been given the position out of pity or because they were brothers, he looked out among the other guests as the two said their vows and spotted Edd, Edd was a nice guy who didn’t get evicted or sleep with people every other day, why wasn’t he the best man?
He looks at Paul and he’s stunning, for a brief moment Pay imagines what their wedding would be like, how much of the planning had been Patryk’s? Would he and Paul be happy together? Did Patryk deserve someone like Paul?
He shakes away the thought quickly, yes, he did deserve Paul. Patryk was perfect after all.

They had been married for two years, and today was his and Patryk’s birthday again.
So naturally, his idiot brother and his idiot husband were having earth shatteringly loud sex at 8 am with his room just next door.
Sometimes he prays to God and asks why.
Then at 11am, after Pay had moved into the living room and taken a nap on the couch, they entered, still kissing and being domestic and only stopped when they saw him watching from under his arm.
“Morning, Pay.” Patryk smiled shyly on his way past to the kitchen and he nodded back.
“Happy birthday Pay.” Paul smiled, Pay nodded at him too and he left to the kitchen too.
Five seconds later they were kissing. Ew.
Then he’d taken another nap and woke up to Paul nudging him awake.
“Hey, we’re going out.” Pay waved.
“Have fun.”
Paul pulled him up into a sitting position.
“You’re coming too, I don’t know if you have a suit or anything so Patryk gave you one of his.” He’s handed a plain white button up shirt, black dress trousers and a pink tie.
He knows he’s not Patryk’s size but he changes anyway, and when he does the shirt is baggy and the trousers won’t stay around his waist, he doesn’t miss the flash of concern on Paul’s face.
'Paul has really soft hands’ he realises as the Dutch man is buckling a belt around his waist and tucking his shirt in, almost like a father would do to his son, and Pay wonders if they want kids.
“You clean up nicely.” He smiles and Pay rolls his eyes jokingly.
“Thanks dad.” Paul laughs and holy shit it’s cute.
Pay wonders where they’re going when he’s sat in the back arguing with Patryk about seatbelt safety and how 'seatbelts are for pussies, Patryk.’ 'Well, you are what you eat.’ And he’s thinking about how that doesn’t male any fucking sense because he didn’t say 'asshole’ when the car parks.

They’ve parked at a high class restaurant that is way too nice for Pay.
“So, I wait in the car, right? Just like old times.” Paul looks concerned again and Patryk takes his hand drags him inside, Pay feels sick as he enters, the plants are exotic, the smell is exotic, fuck, even the wallpaper is exotic, and even worse than that, his stomach is rumbling from the smell.
He can’t even remember the last time he had a decent meal.
The greeter puts them in a booth with Paul in the middle and Pay thinks 'Ha, it’s like life.’ especially when Paul has shifted closer to Patryk and begins kissing him.
Dinner goes well, Pay actually eats something other than instant noodles and he doesn’t have to witness his brother get fondled at the table (He can only assume he’s going to hear a lot of it tonight.) and at the end a group of four waiters bring out a cake, for Patryk probably.
Then it’s set down in front of him and he sees Patryk grin from the corner of his eyes as the barbershop quartet begin singing 'Happy birthday’, they stop at his name and he stutters out 'I-it’s Pay.’ and the song continues.
“Happy birthday, bro.” Patryk hugs him tight and Pay wonders if he’s actually OD’d and it’s some kind of sick fantasy, but it feels real and that’s enough for him to choke out a sob.

“Thank you, Pat.”
It wasn’t really payback for years of neglect and emotional abuse from his parents, but knowing his brother really loved him was certainly a start.

@trashpandaballs is a huge inspiration to this sad little alcoholic ;3

Clay/Tony #2

A/N: Again, this belong to my friend BCJ1997 on AO3. Only posting this because she asked me to as she doesn’t have a tumblr.


Prompt 29: “I’m so in love with you.”

Pairing: Clay/Tony


“Clay. Clay. Wake up, babe. Come on.”

Clay wakes up with a start, gasping for breath as he bolts upright. Tony puts one hand on his chest to calm him, feeling the erratic heartbeat underneath.

“H-Hannah, she-” Clay tries to get out, but he can’t even bring himself to say it.

Yes, it’s a year later and sometimes he still has nightmares about her.

“It’s okay,” Tony says quietly, rubbing his back. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

It’s not fair to Tony. Clay knows that. He loves Tony, wants to spend the rest of his life with this man. Hannah was a girl he once loved, but she’s gone. Has been for a year. And while he isn’t sure if he’ll ever fully be able to get over it, he’s okay. He is. He can’t control his dreams.

But it still feels wrong.

“I-I need…” Clay takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “I need to get some water.” Without waiting for Tony to reply, he slips out of bed and practically runs out of the room.

Tony’s family is sleeping, so he tries to be as quiet as he can as he makes his way down the stairs. Unfortunately, Tony’s second oldest brother, Ronnie, was sitting at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette. His eyes immediately lifted to Clay’s when the younger boy walked in.

“Can’t sleep, kid?” Ronnie asks.

“Uh…I just wanted some water,” Clay says awkwardly. It was always awkward with Tony’s brothers. Mostly because Clay’s been intimidated by them ever since they threatened to gut him if he ever hurt their baby brother.

Ronnie nods to the fridge and Clay gives him a quick, nervous smile of thanks before walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

Shit…Do I go back up, or stand here like an idiot? He wonders.

Tony comes into the kitchen, making up his mind for him. He regards Clay carefully, but there’s worry in his eyes that make Clay’s stomach churn.

“Hey, Ronnie, give us a minute,” Tony says, not taking his eyes off of Clay.

Ronnie grunts in acknowledgment and stubs out his cigarette. He starts to walk past Tony but stops and puts one hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“¿todo bien, hermano?”

Tony nods. “Sí.”

Ronnie leaves, and Tony’s attention is brought back to Clay, who averts his eyes and focuses them on the table in front of him.

“You okay?” Tony asks, walking towards Clay slowly.

Clay glances at him. “Yeah,” he lies. “I’m good.”

Tony doesn’t believe him. Not that Clay expected him to. “That was a bad one, huh?”

“Well, I mean, they’re all pretty bad…”

“You know what I mean, Clay.” Tony’s voice is gentle, understanding.

Too understanding.

Clay wonders how Tony puts up with him sometimes.

“It’s the one…about me finding Hannah when she…” he confesses. There’s no point in lying.

“You haven’t had that one in a while.”

“I know. I know.“ Clay drops his face into his hands. "God, Tony, I’m sorry.”

Tony frowns and his eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Sorry for what, Clay?” He questions, pulling Clay’s hands from his face.

Clay feels embarrassing tears well up in his eyes. He doesn’t want Tony to see, so he looks away and tries to blink away the wetness.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” His voice breaks. “I’m trying to get over it, Tony. But these fucking nightmares won’t leave me alone, and I…” Clay squeezes his eyes shut as tears start to roll down his cheeks.

A strong pair of arms grabs his waist and Clay let’s his boyfriend turn him around and wrap him up in his arms. He buries his face in the crook of Tony’s neck and places a small, reassuring kiss there.

I love you. Not Hannah. Not anymore. Only you.

“I’m so in love with you,” Tony says. “You know that, right?”

Clay chokes up (much to his embarrassment), heart melting. because he doesn’t deserve Tony. He knows that. Yet this perfect man still chose to be with him. To this day he’ll never understand how or why.

“I love you, too,” he pulls back and looks into Tony’s eyes. “You saved me, Tony.”

And it’s true. Loving Tony had been terrifying at first. For seventeen years he had thought he was completely straight, but falling in love with his best friend proved otherwise. Then there was the thought of loving someone who wasn’t Hannah…

Yes, Clay hadn’t made the relationship easy at first. It was difficult when Hannah was constantly on his mind. But Tony hadn’t complained, hadn’t gotten fed up with him. He put up with it all, patient and understanding like Tony is, and it only made Clay fall even more in love with him.

“I’ll always save you, Clay,” Tony promises, kissing his lips before pressing their foreheads together. “Always.”

Clay doesn’t know when he’ll be over these nightmares. He just knows that he has Tony, hopefully always will, and that’s enough for right now. They’ll keep figuring the rest out as they go along.