#1632 words

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: loser!jungkook, sub!jungkook, softdom!reader, oral (m receiving), etc.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

wc: 1632

a/n: i havent read the previous three parts in months so if theres any discrepancies pls forgive</3

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in the time you'd known jungkook, you'd never actually been to his apartment.

he was at university on a scholarship, meaning that he didn't have to worry about paying for schooling or dorming. any money he earned from tutoring or any allowance received by his parents was all his to keep, meaning that his current residence was nicer than that of the average student.

despite being aware of all of this, you were still quite shocked the first time he brought you around.

unlike what you'd expected, jungkook's spacious studio apartment was not filled with nerdy figurines and stacks of comic books (god, that would've been adorable). instead, it replicated the appearance of the average bachelor pad. the furniture appeared of good quality, the bed was comfy, the decor clean, and even the cleanliness gave you a vibe of maturity and put-togetherness that you hadn't quite gotten from jungkook yet. at least not to this extent.

the most shocking thing, though? that was jungkook himself; his look and demeanor while lounging around his apartment.

he'd been growing his hair recently, something which you adored, though tonight had been the first time you'd ever seen him with it without the proper care you assumed went to it every morning. the messy curls laid at the sides, fluffy after a whole day of being worn and played with by the wind. accompanied by that, he donned some loose sweats and a simple tank top, two garments you'd never once seen on the boy. he tended to go for less casual outfits while in public, usually wearing buttoned up flannels or graphic tees.

unfortunately for you, his slight change in look had an instant effect on you. had anyone else seen him like this, you were sure they'd pursue him immediately. as of late, more and more girls were taking notice of him. since meeting you, his confidence had gone up and his way of presenting himself had evolved quite a bit. just a few more months and you were sure he'd become a heartthrob by all definition of the word.

"god, you're gorgeous," you practically whimpered as soon as he let you in, having taken a few moments to simply stare at him before pecking his lips as a greeting.

"oh, i- thanks. you're prettier," he mumbled back as he welcomed you in, "sorry it's a little messy."

he must've been kidding. the place was insanely tidy! you expected as much from jungkook, but it was still surprising to find a college-aged boy with cleanliness.

"it's perfect, baby. show me to your room?", you went straight into business.

with a sheepish smile, he led you to his room.

you had previously agreed that you'd be spending the night tonight. it was your first sleepover at his place, which had you both giddy at the thought. there was no special reason for it other than your sudden insistence for it about a week ago, claiming you wanted to see where a one jeon jungkook spent his nights away from you.

he was shy about it at first, as per usual, but agreed after a few smiles and kisses from you.

and so now you had the privilege of laying on his bed on a saturday night, clad in a pair of his boxers and an oversized shirt of his as you waited for him to do his skincare.

you had insisted on not packing an overnight bag, knowing jungkook would have anything you needed at his place — he was very well put together, after all.

smiling at him as soon as he entered the room, you extended your arms to motion him over to the bed, causing him to chuckle shyly as he stepped towards you. once he was at a close enough distance, you grabbed at his arms, pulling him to the bed and somehow managing to get him to lay down, climbing on him immediately after.

"hey, there, gorgeous," you flirted, hands on his shoulders and full weight sitting on his crotch area. it wouldn't take long until you found a tent under you.

"you don't have to try and fluster me every time you see me anymore, you know ..." he mumbled as he lost any ounce of control under you.

"where's the fun in that?", you smirked as your hands traced their way under his shirt, pulling it off him without a second thought, "god, how'd you get even more handsome?", you groaned as you took him in, so pretty below you with his long hair and his breathless state.

"i- i just- oh-,"

you gave him no chance to speak, choosing instead to quickly throw off your his own shirt and lower your lips down to his. the kiss was immediately heated. you could never really help yourself around jungkook, but fortunately, he liked that about you.

he'd gotten a bit less shy with time. his hands were more willing to explore your body nowadays, currently finding themselves on your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

you adored how much more comfortable he'd gotten around you, both sexually and not so. at times, he'd even initiate sex with you. these instances were a bit awkward for him, but you always liked to encourage him, letting him know through your enthusiasm how much you enjoyed it when he went after what he wanted.

however, you still had to keep him on his toes somehow.

like now.

"no touching, baby," you murmured between kisses, grabbing onto his hands and pinning them above his head as you leaned down onto him.

with a simple gulp, he nodded, lips shyly smooching so you'd kiss him again.

continuing your kiss, your hands went down to his torso, sneaking under the fabric and beginning to play with the skin there. your fingers traced the ridges of his abs, adoring how he shuddered against you but made no complaint. the silent effect of your actions only lasted up until your hands made their way north, eventually finding his nipples and tracing them teasingly.

the poor boy under you whimpered against your lips. his arms made some movement, but did not stray away from where you'd left them above his head, still pressed together as he attempted to follow your directions and not touch you.

your next move was to rid him of his clothes altogether, requiring to get off him for a few moments but immediately taking your rightful place straddling him on his bed once more.

"prettiest thing i've ever seen," you hummed as you looked down at him, leaning down to press kisses on every inch available.

"please ..." he mumbled when your lips first made contact with his chest, knowing their next destination.

ignoring him, you continued as before, letting your lips find their way to his nipple and twirling your tongue around it in a teasing manner. your barely there touch had him whining at the contact, wanting more from you.

you took pity on him, deciding to go all the way and suckling on the bud just how you knew he liked. except the poor boy could barely handle the pleasurable pain that came from it. he writhed under you as you alternated between pecs, filling his chest with love bites that'd flourish by the next morning.

the kisses made their way down his body, landing at his happy trail by the time you lowered yourself to your knees at the end of the bed. with a bite to your lip, you enjoyed the view of what was to be in your mouth in mere moments.

jungkook sat up, wanting to see what threat of pleasure approached him next. he groaned upon seeing how hungry you looked eyeing his hardness, but he remained a good boy by keeping his hands to his sides rather than reaching for you.

"a-ah, fuck," he groaned as soon as your lips made contact with his member, lightly closing in on his tip and suckling at it in a way that had his breath catching and eyes rolling back.

keeping your eyes on the trembling boy, you caught glimpse of his hands fisting harshly at the sheets, holding himself back from wrapping around your hair as he usually did. the thought made you smile around him. he was so so sweet and well mannered.

deciding to be just as nice, you engulfed as much of him as you could, practically deepthroating him. his reaction was immediate, whining and writhing above you while you had your fun with his cock.

"p-please, oh fuck, please," he pleaded for nothing in particular.

you weren't one to ever deny him of anything. every one of your actions was meant to aid him in his pleasure.

humming against him, you slobbered all over him, not minding the mess of your saliva and his cum slowly dripping down onto your chin as long as the pretty boy above you was losing himself because of you.

as per usual, his orgasm hit him pretty quick. as shy as he was, he was never too timid to let himself cum when he hit his limit. jungkook was one to appreciate the pretty girl giving him pleasure by demonstrating his immense appreciation.

it always got to you how loud he became while cumming, which was currently causing a mess in your panties. you decided to enjoy every drop of his orgasm before paying mind to that, though.

finally done torturing him by licking off any remnants off his dick, you climbed up his body and sat yourself on his lap with a smile, leaning in for a teasing tongue-filled kiss before humming in satisfaction against his breathless lips.

"did i tell you i love how you're growing out your hair?"

he gulped.

"you've, uh, you've mentioned."

[junislqve]

⟡ out of limit — ot7

when they find out you’re secretly liking them (and they are secretly liking you too) — minor drawback, you are their best friend’s sister

pairs members + reader content petnames fluff wordcount 1632 — find my other works

note i love writing prompts, this was supposed to be a short-ish headcannon hence why hee's is kinda short. but i got carried away lmfao

LEE HEESEUNG

“thanks, pretty”

heeseung would relentlessly tease you once he finds out. calling you petnames and complimenting you all the time just to get a reaction out of you.

 he finds it adorable when you would blush and dismiss his flirting with a mumble. 

of course, he knew that he wouldn’t even get the chance to confess his feelings back to you before his head gets chopped off by jay. but he found his way around. 

sneaking into your room when jay’s back is turned or sneaking in a few kisses when you all watch movies together. he loves the way you would get red from his words, looking away out of embarrassment.

he loves the thrill of meeting you, getting to hold you and savor you even if it was only for a while. 

he would take risks if it meant being able to hold you and be beside you. snuggling his head into the crook of your neck chasing the comfort you gave him.

PARK JONGSEONG

he’s quiet. he already was before, much more now when he found out. 

jay was never really a talkative person to people who weren’t his friends. but he has always felt comfortable with you, talking about his days and anything he’s thinking about.

that was what brought you to like him. at first, you thought that he was quite intimidating and would be really hard to talk to. but since he was your brother’s best friend, jay had warmed up to you from the countless visits he’s paid to your house.

you’d realize his abrupt silence towards you. you thought he was avoiding you, thinking you’ve said something wrong to him. 

however, the only reason he’s gone silent was because he was scared you’d find out he likes you back. his heartbeat speeding like crazy when you put your face so close to his in attempt to make him break character and start talking to you again.

of course, you won and he ended up mumbling nonsense to you while hiding his face afraid it was going to turn red if he continued to see your pretty face so up close.

“stop doing that… you look too pretty”

SIM JAEYUN

“i like you too”

the absolute worst at keeping secrets so the moment he finds out he’s just going to have this dazed look. he was in love with you. that much, all of his friends knew, except for heeseung of course. 

you didn’t even know of jake’s existence until you were waiting for your brother to pick you up and he was there in the passenger seat. he and your brother talked a lot and you just tuned them out. 

what you didn’t expect was for him to turn around and talk to you. you thought he was about to ask the basics; your name, age, whatever. however, jake started including you in their conversation. asking for your opinions about something they were talking about.

since then, you’ve always liked whenever jake would hang out with your brother. knowing that he would ask if you wanted to join them every single time. he was so sweet and caring, and really good looking. how could’ve you not fallen for him?

so when you and jake were left in the ice cream parlor as your brother went to the bathroom. jake was observing your rigid figure. your eyes trained on your phone for dear life, scrolling up and down your contact list just to avoid awkwardness.

that’s when jake said it, gazing at you with a soft smile, “i like you too, you know?”

PARK SUNGHOON

you knew sunghoon purely from gossip. everyone had different opinions about him, most including the words ‘cold’ and ‘quiet’. you’ve only ever seen him whenever he had to receive trophies from the principal for winning competitions.

you were an average student. your grades were’t horrible, but they weren’t stellar either. so imagine your surprise when you got paired up with sunghoon for an end of year project worth 60% of your grades.

truthfully, you were scared of him for a while. thinking he would be strict with schedule and meetups. sunghoon however proved you wrong when he started chatting you first asking when you were free to do the work and not minding the place of meetup. 

you worked with him for 3 months until the project was finally complete and perfect. during those times, you both had met up plenty of times each time getting to know the other more by exchanging stories.

sunghoon found out when he forgot to take his bag in the class and overheard your friend convincing you to confess. you sat slumped across her, your hand on your head.

sunghoon was just battling himself at this point. he harbored feelings for you that he’s been denying for months. he’s known you for way longer than you thought. having his eye on you way before the fated project pairing. 

he took an interest in you, finding it fun to observe you in silence and trying to come up with a way to approach you.

however, all of it went down the drain when he found out your brother, jake, is quite well known to be protective. and what’s worse is that he knew your brother, not personally but well acquainted enough.

sunghoon didn’t really know how to express the feelings he had for you. even after hearing you confess, basically. so he attempted to do it without words. listing all the things you liked and disliked in his head for future reference.

“you said you were craving ice cream” showing up at your doorstep, his body soaking wet from the rain, panting. but the plastic bag he grasped tightly was completely dry, filled with much more snacks than you would ever need.

KIM SUNOO

“wasn’t it obvious?”

you knew sunoo was a very cheerful and chatty person. it wasn’t weird that you two had become well acquainted despite him being your brother’s best friend. 

he was a really friendly person which drove you to become comfortable talking to him, even if your brother wasn’t around. his kindness and concern for you made you take an immediate liking to him.

you knew however that that was sunoo’s nature so you really didn’t have your hopes up. labeling anything he does as just him being his own friendly self. it took sunoo quite a while to figure out you liked him. 

almost immediately after finding out sunoo’s chattiness towards you grew tenfold. meanwhile, you were trying to avoid him. 

sunoo caught on and one day stopped by your apartment unexpectedly, “i thought you liked me” he says with a faux pout.

at first you were scared he didn’t like you back but rest assured, he gave you the biggest hug and peppered kisses all over your face right after. 

“you’re adorable when you’re flustered”

YANG JUNGWON

“i don’t want you to walk home alone”

you barely knew jungwon. yet from how he acted towards others, you’ve always looked up to him.

he was entirely selfless and loved helping people.

the lines between fascination and like quickly blurred when you were the one being his object of affection.

because jungwon and your brother became close friends, jungwon took it upon himself to take care of you too. meaning, when your brother wasn’t there, jungwon was.

somewhere between all the after-school hangouts and him taking you out to watch movies together, the mere closeness of jungwon made your head dizzy.

he always hugged you alot, it was all friendly. but now his smell overtakes your senses, his warmth circling every inch of your body.

and by the time you tried to distance from him, he never let you out of his sight. 

when you refused to let him drive you back home and would rather wait for the rain to stop, jungwon went and sat there with you, draping his jacket around your figure.

“i’m waiting here with you” he says smiling so sweetly, those dimples in view. his hand went to pat your head and you unconsciously leaned to his touch.

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki was your own best friend along with your brother’s. when you two first met, you both immediately clicked, much to your brother’s dismay.

he had always liked you a bit more than your brother, teasing you yet giving you everything you want. 

put simply, he’s wrapped around your finger. you just didn’t know that.

any smart person can see that he’s head over heels. i mean, who would willingly run to your house in the middle of the night just because you said you were hungry other than riki?

you usually went out with your brother, though the begging would take somewhere within half an hour, but you won most of the time nonetheless.

however, with riki, you had just shot him a short text that seriously didn’t mean as much. only a small ‘i’m kinda hungry’ and you find him outside your door minutes later, holding his car keys.

you both end up in a 24 hour convenience store at midnight, slurping up warm ramen together. 

when someone opened the door and the wind from outside hits your face, you didn’t expect riki to hold your hair back as you continued chewing. 

you might be weak willed here, but after that day he kept bringing a hair tie on his wrist. specifically on days you two would hang out and with much denial, you knew you had feelings for him.

not to worry though, because he’s been in love with you for the longest time. 

you just couldn’t catch the gaze he had when he held your hair, or the smile he has when you cracked an unfunny joke.

© junislqve 2024. liking, commenting, and rebloging are appreciated.

[etfrin]

— ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ? | ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ

✧— ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: NSFW | subby! Spencer, fem! Reader, dubcon (Spencer accidentally eats edible chocolate), this is before Spencer gets addicted to drugs, riding, dry humping, praise kink if you squint, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks) | lmk if I forgot anything

✧— ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Spencer eats edible and now he's all needy :(( good thing you're here!

✧— ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1632 words

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When Spencer digs up chocolate from your fridge, he knows you wouldn't mind if he ate some. He had permission to eat your food beforehand so he doesn't think much about it. Spencer eats the chocolate as an appetizer, knowing that you'll cook dinner for the both of them when you're back.

However as he waited for you on the couch, his mouth was beginning to dry up. His heart was racing, and his body was so hot he was sweating through his clothes. His muscles were relaxed, his mind feeling a certain high which felt missing without you.

Spencer licked his dry lips, trying to focus on something, anything but his mind was racing. He couldn't figure out what was happening with his scrambled mind. He knew something was wrong with the chocolate. He just couldn't figure out exactly what it was. He knew what it was-

But he couldn't spare a thought that wasn't about you right now. He needed you here. A knock at the door catches his attention. He quickly walks to open it.

It reveals you.

Perfect.

Spencer doesn't understand his next actions, it was purely out of his control. He pulls you in, backing you up to the door. He takes in your scent, it was his favorite perfume. “Need you,” he gasps out, as his lips are mere inches away from yours.

You giggled, not thinking anything was wrong. You throw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in, making him press his body against yours. “You have me, Dr. Reid,” you tease.

Spencer whines before you catch his lips with yours. His kisses are sloppier, wet, fucking filthy which was so unlike Spencer who was much sweeter when he kisses. You kissed him back the same. Your tongue caresses his tongue, and you taste him, humming from the taste of chocolate on his tongue. Both of you refuse to break the kiss. That is until Spencer nips your lower lip, hard, making you gasp and pull back.

“Sorry,” he gasps, trying to pull you back again,

“You're like air to me.”

Your tongue licks over the area he bit. “Yeah, but be a bit gentle, okay?” You said to him, as you changed your position with him. You were now pressing him onto the door. You pressed wet kisses to his neck. “What's got you so worked up, Spence?” You whispered near his ear, you felt him shiver.

“I don't know,” he groans, “I want you. I can't think right now, I need you.”

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

You take his hand, guiding him to the couch and you make him sit down. You get on his lap, your hands working to unbutton his shirt. Meanwhile, your lips were attached to his neck, and you sucked his skin, trying to mark the desperate man.

“You're hot,” you noticed, “Are you getting sick?”

“No, no, no,” Spencer whines, taking both of your hands in his and placing them on either side of his cheek. “I am fine,” he murmurs, looking at you with red, puppy eyes. “Don't stop.”

The way he's being so desperate is such a turn-on for you, that you don't question yourself further. You press a wet kiss to his lips and place his shirt on the table. Your lips suck his bottom lip, your teeth digging into the flesh softly.

You pull at it, before letting it go. Spencer moans your name, his hips bucking up. He was hard. He had already ruined his pants with pre-cum. You get off his lap to take off your clothes. Leaving them on the floor as you regain your previous position with him.

Your panties and bra were on, but not for much longer. Spencer unhooks your bra as you are engaged in a messy kiss with him. He groans into your mouth as his hands begin to play with your breasts. He kneads the soft flesh, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He breaks the kiss, he places his lips on your shoulder. He sucks and bites, desperate, wet and needy.

You let him, sometimes gasping from how accidentally hard his teeth were digging into your flesh. He couldn't pace himself. Your nails scratch at his scalp, trying to calm him down.

You had never seen a man so desperate for your touch before. Normally he was composed, this was a one-hundred-degree difference. “Spencer,” you whimper, as he gives you a hard bite on your neck. These will form a hickey you knew no amount of makeup could hide.

He whispered an apology you're sure he doesn't mean. His hands are on your hips, encouraging you to grind on his lap. Your panties are soaked, and you follow his lead for once. You, yourself getting ruined by his touch. Unable to think of anything except pleasure.

He helps you grind your clothed pussy against his bulge. “Spencer,” you moan, as both of you look down to see the way your arousal is ruining his pants. You get faster, your clit getting rubbed against the material of your panties. It was pure bliss as Spencer's lips’ caught your nipple in his mouth. He sucks, his tongue swirling around the pebble, making it hard with his touch.

“That's it, baby,” you moan, getting faster as grind against him, your cunt was clenching around nothing and both of you were so worked up. He moans your name in answer. You can feel his cock twitch underneath you, a telltale sign that he was close.

Oh, no, fuck no. As much as it was hot to make your lover cum in his pants, you wanted him inside of you. And you knew he would feel the same. So you stopped, ignoring the way Spencer complains. You hush him.

You slide aside your panties, revealing your glistening cunt. You don't miss the way his breath hitches as he sees your pretty pussy. “That's why patience is a virtue,” you tsked. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, your hand on his chest, pressing him down to the couch. With your other hand, you unbutton his pants.

You pulled his cock out, your hand stroking his length. Your thumb caressing his slit, he was oozing milky white pre-cum. You gathered some on your fingers and licked your digits to taste him. You make sure his eyes are on you as you whisper,

“Delicious.”

“Now be a good boy, Spence,” you smirked.

You pressed his cockhead near your entrance, letting it slip in slowly. You close your eyes as you feel your walls stretch, and you whimper, taking him without any prep was a delightful pain. “Careful,” he gasps, his eyes rolling back from the pleasure of being surrounded by your wet, tight walls.

You moan his name as his cockhead was pressed against your spongy spot. You had taken him to the hilt, you began to rock your hips slowly. Spencer couldn't focus on anything, his hands going all over from your thighs to your ass. He would occasionally knead your soft flesh and sometimes his nails would dig in harshly. It was an accident and every time he would whisper a sorry.

“So good,” he gasps out.

“I know,” you whispered, as you began to ride him faster, you ignored the pain in your muscles. The pleasure of it all fuels your stamina. You needed him to cum inside of your cunt, you can always make him return the favor later. Right now, your pretty boy was your priority. Not your own pleasure.

You squeezed your pussy around his cock, watching his lips part in pleasure. You lean down, your tongue sneaks between the gap and you meet his tongue for a sloppy kiss. Your hips slow down, your muscles thanking you for it.

Spencer whines, his hips bucking in, chasing the pleasure.

“Please,” he whispered, “make me cum.”

“I will, baby,” you promised, as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. Your hand snakes in between both of your bodies, your fingers finding your clit. You gasped as your thumb pressed the swollen bud. Your cunt immediately begins to tighten around him making him cry out, his hips smacking with yours. It ruins the pace you built it, but it's fine.

Spence was chasing his high and you let him. With each thrust of his, his cockhead brushed against your g-spot and as your thumb ran quick, rough circles around your pearl, you can feel the coil tightening in your stomach the same way your cunt was tight around Spencer.

“Close!” Spencer warns.

“Me too,” you moan, throwing your head back, your back arching as your thumb gets faster. A particular thrust of his causes your eyes to widen as sudden jolts of pleasure overwhelm you.

You begin to cum, your pussy milking him with the way it's spasming around his length. Spencer also releases with a moan of your name, filling you up with his hot cum.

Both of you catch your breath. Spencer was feeling so fucking tired now. But you force him into a shower, knowing he would prefer that. You even had to drag the man to the bed, kissing his forehead as you pulled the sheets over his body.

“Thank you,” he murmured, “I love you, sweetheart.”

You turn off the lights and lay down beside him, you go closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into your orbit. “I love you too,” you whispered.

It wasn't until the next morning that Reid and you found out why exactly he had acted so desperate. You had a good laugh while Spencer was simply embarrassed.

“I like you all pathetic, baby,” you assure him as Spencer tries to apologize, “I love it when you're needy.”

However, you make sure not to keep those chocolates in your fridge ever again.

[holylulusworld]

Get off my lawn

Title: Get off my lawn

Written for @buckybarnesbingo (Round 6)

Card: B004

Square Filled: Y5: Kink: A/B/O Society

Ship/Main Pairing: Alpha (Teacher) Bucky Barnes x Omega (Teacher) Reader

Rating: Mature

Major Tags/Triggers/Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, misogynism, arguments, enemies to lovers, idiots in love, panty theft, implied smut

Summary: You hate your neighbor and co-worker.

Word Count: 1632

@buckybarnesevents „Hot Bucky Summer 2024”: “We’re…enemies to lovers.”

@buckybingo (expired): Square 3: High School Teachers AU

@AllCapsBingo (expired):  G3: AU: Teacher

@warmandfluffybingocards: Square 9: Enemies to lovers

@the-slumberparty (expired): Square 7: Lingerie

@buckbarnesbingo Round 5 (expired): B1: Knitting

You need time away from … everything and everyone.

Sometimes it’s hard to love your job. On days like this, when the parents of your students bug you because they believe you are more than a teacher you want to quit. According to some parents, you must be a therapist, a nanny, and a private tutor at the same time.

Impatiently clicking your pen, you listen to the last father’s rant. He’s angry because his son won’t do better than a D for months. It’s not your fault his son plays on his phone all the time.

“I’ll stop you right there,” you raise your hand, not letting the man argue with you. “It’s past my work time, still, I agreed to talk to you.” You rub your pounding temples. “Let’s be honest. Your son could do much better if only he put a little more effort into schoolwork. He just doesn’t want to.”

“That’s not true!” And he tries to argue again. Alphas are all the same. They try to force you into submission by raising their voice. “He’s a smart boy, but you don’t give him a chance.”

“Sir, I must ask you to lower your voice. I’m not your omega, and I resent your tone,” you get up from your seat. “Your son plays on his phone all the time. When I ask him to listen to the lecture, he gets cheeky. He doesn’t respect his teachers or fellow students. He’s disturbing the lectures too.”

“Mr. Barnes said my son is a good student,” the alpha snarls and puffs his chest. You roll your eyes and decide to end the conversation.

“Mr. Barnes is a gym teacher. Of course, he believes your son is a good student. Jack only ever shows interest if he can push others around and use his physical strength to intimidate others.”

“Are you implying that my son is a bully?”

“No,” you smile cooly. “I’m not implying that your son is a bully. I’m telling you that he is a bully. If you want Mr. Barnes to teach your son English too, you can ask him to be his tutor from now on.”

You grab your bag and jacket to leave the room, ignoring that the alpha snarls in your direction. You have handled men like him before and won’t whine only because he believes you must cower in front of him.

Today is not your day. First, you had to endure your student’s father, and now you run into the only co-worker you hate.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N,” James Buchanan Barnes, the cockiest motherfucker you ever met, purrs. “I heard you had trouble with Jake’s dad.” He grins, knowing he made things even harder for you. “Maybe you should leave the young alphas to me.”

“Maybe you should not stick your nose into other people’s business, Mr. Barnes,” you quip before marching away. He won’t get under your skin. Not today out of all days. It’s the last day of school. Summer lies ahead and you won’t allow him to ruin your mood.

“I wonder if you bought these for someone special,” Bucky laughs as he steps toward your fence to look at your rotary airer – or rather at your lingerie hanging on the airer. “I thought you hate any alpha.”

“Get. Off. My. Lawn,” you twirl around to glare at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? What kind of man sneaks around an unbonded omega’s house to stare at her lingerie?”

He snorts when you put your hands on your hips, and snarl in his direction. “I’m not on your lawn, doll. This is a public street. I can stand here as long as I want to.”

“If you don’t get out of my sight, you’ll regret it,” you point your index finger at Bucky. “I’m warning you.”

“You’re cute when you believe you can scare me,” he laughs. “What are you going to do, huh? Threaten to throw your lingerie at me.” Bucky throws his head back, laughing. “No, I know. You are going to stab me to death with your knitting needles.”

You growl loudly. “How do you know I knit?”

“Women like you,” he steps closer to your fence and puts his hands on it, “lonely omegas no one wants to mate spend their time with knitting and telling themselves they love being single.”

“You—” you inhale sharply before turning around. Bucky is still laughing when you grab the water hose. You suddenly turn back around to spray Bucky right in the chest, soaking his shirt. He ungracefully backpaddles.

“You…” He growls when you laugh at his predicament. “Do you think this is funny?” Bucky takes off his shirt and flings it at you. “You’ll wash it and give it back to me.”

For a moment, you look at his chest, drinking his defined abs in. He is perfectly toned, and you hate him even more when your eyes drop to his thick thighs.

“In your dreams,” you rip your eyes off his body to grab the shirt and toss it in his face. “Get away from my house, you creep. What kind of man stares at a lady’s lingerie?”

“Lady,” he snorts. “You’re a fury, not a lady!”

“Bastard!”

“Bitch!”

Bucky watches you storm off, an amused smirk on his lips. He loves to toy with you and rile you up. Your scent gets stronger, and you almost drown him in it. The alpha inhales deeply, purring low in his throat as his lower half yearns for something more than your scent…

“That bastard,” you pace back and forth in your living room, eyes drifting toward the wool and your knitting needles on the coffee table. “I should stab him with my needles. One day, I’ll do it.”

Your cat meows loudly. The stray you saved a year ago wants more food, not an angry omega disturbing its sleep. “What? I took you in. You should be on my side!”

You’re about to fight with your cat when a knock interrupts you. “Christ, can I not get a moment of silence?” You walk toward the door, taking deep breaths to calm down. You don’t want to yell at someone only because Bucky Barnes riled you up once again.

“Coming,” you coo while opening the door. You put on a fake smile, but it falls when no other than the thorn in your side stands in front of you. He waves his shirt and growls your name. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you; you’ll wash my shirt!”

“I told you to get off my lawn, bastard!”

You snatch the shirt out of his hands, drop it to the ground, and stomp on it before kicking it away. “If you come here again, I’ll stab you with my knitting needle.”

“I knew you are knit—” he can’t end his line because you slam the door in his face.

“Yeah, fuck you too!”

“Where are my…” You stare at the empty rotary airer. All your lingerie and even your favorite nightie is gone. There is nothing left but Bucky’s dirty shirt. “That motherfucker stole my panties!”

He made it. Today is the day you’ll end James Buchanan Barnes's life. You run inside to get your knitting needles, a grim expression on your face. He brought it upon himself with his cocky attitude and stupid smile. How dare he drown you in his scent anytime you are near him.

The alpha will die and it’s all his fault…

“Open the fucking door!” You harshly knock at his door. “I know you are at home, you fucker! Stealing is a crime. Trespassing is a crime too!”

Bucky slowly opens his door. Today the cocky fucker has his hair pulled back. The white undershirt he’s wearing is a little too tight. He smirks at you and crosses his muscular arms over his chest. “What can I do for you doll?”

 “You know exactly what I want, Barnes,” you throw his dirty shirt in his face. “Give me back my lingerie and nightie, you fucking creep!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about?” He dips his head to let his eyes wander up and down your body. “If anyone stole clothes, it’s you. How did you get my shirt, doll?”

“You won’t get away with stealing from me,” you take a step closer to Bucky to push against his shoulders. He stumbles backward and hits the door with his back. Bucky yelps when you press one knitting needled against his crotch, poking his balls.

“Doll, what are you up to?” He watches you place your other hand on his chest, moving it up and down. “Y/N?”

“You’ll never underestimate me again,” moving your hand to his throat you smirk. “I want my lingerie back. If you don’t give them back, I’ll take something from you.”

“I can’t give them back,” he breathes heavily feeling the needly poke his sack. “I’d love to give them back…though…but…I can’t…I swear.”

“Why not? Did you give them to one of your one-nighters?” You snarl his name. “Where are my panties?”

“In my nightstand,” Bucky licks his lips. “They are dirty…though.”

You gape at him. “You fucker!”

“Yeah, I fucked them good and hard,” he grins when you drop the needle to cup his crotch. “I imagined it’s your needy hole I stuff with my thick cock.”

“You’re a pervert and a creep,” you fist his undershirt with both hands. “If you don’t want me to stab you with my knitting needle, you’ll wash my lingerie…”

“Hmm…” he purrs when you step away to move your hands under your summer dress. You shimmy out of your panties and ball them up. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, you will wash these with your dirty mouth…”

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[wongyuseokie]

Sweetest Kiss | x.m.h

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you and your boyfriend are determined to make it the best one ever, and a little edible lingerie never hurt anyone in the process. ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 1632 words

Pairings: Xu Minghao x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Established Relationship. Boyfriend! Minghao. FLUFFY FLUFF, and smut, plot with smut. Content Warnings: Mentions of food, smut, tooth-rotting fluff. Smut Warnings: Food Play (it's mild, she wears edible lingerie), kissing, breast play, unprotected sex (even if it's Valentine's Day, don't behave like this). Vanilla sex. Oral sex (f receiving), squirting, use of the pet name baby. Overstimulation, fingering. Authors Note: This is written for the Cupid For You Fic Exchange hosted by @svthub. Happy Valentine's my lovely @sluttyminghao / @myungho I hope you enjoy this! It's been a pleasure being your Valentine 💘 Authors Note 2: Thank you to my lovely @wooahaeproductions for beta'ing this for me so quickly! I love you sm 💘💘 Permanent Taglist: @aaniag Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2024. All rights reserved.

You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Minghao holding a tray filled with a delicious breakfast. Heart-shaped pancakes, fresh strawberries, and a steaming cup of your favourite coffee were on the tray.

“For my favourite person,” he said, placing the tray on your lap.

You looked at him, feeling a rush of warmth in your heart. “Minghao, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“But I wanted to,” he replied, sitting beside you on the bed. “It’s Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to start your day with a little extra love.”

You couldn’t help but be touched by his sweet gesture as you enjoyed the delicious breakfast he had prepared. 

The air was filled with a hint of excitement as you planned a surprise for Minghao. With a mischievous smile, you turned to him and said. “Hey Hao, could you momentarily wait for me in the living room? I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

Minghao raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “A surprise? What is it?”

You chuckled, resisting the urge to spill the secret. “Patience, my love. Just wait in the living room, and I’ll be there in a minute.”

He nodded, a playful grin on his face. “Alright, but you better not keep me waiting too long.”

Minghao kissed your forehead and slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and you took the opportunity to make your way to stand in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom. 

You took a deep breath and disrobed yourself, revealing a lingerie set made entirely from candy. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness all at once. Today is a special day, and you want everything to be perfect.

You glanced down at the outfit you carefully chose for this occasion. You stepped closer to the mirror, ensuring every strand of your hair was in place. 

With a final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your phone and left your bedroom. You go to the living room, where your boyfriend awaits you. You can hear music from the living room and know he is listening to your favourite playlist.

With the surprise set, you went to the living room, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you entered, Minghao looked up from the couch, his eyes widening with curiosity.

Minghao’s eyes grew even bigger as he saw you enter the living room, wearing only edible lingerie made from candy. You could see the desire in his eyes as he took in your appearance. You couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious, but Minghao’s admiring gaze made you feel confident.

“Valentine’s chocolate is so overpriced, I got us edible lingerie instead,” you said with a mischievous smile, walking towards him slowly.

Minghao couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you got closer. He ran his hands over your body, feeling the smooth texture of the candy lingerie against your skin. He couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned in to taste a piece of the candy on your shoulder. The sweet taste of the candy mixed with your skin was a sensation he couldn’t get enough of.

You let out a soft moan as Minghao’s lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you. The candy lingerie made it even more exciting as he nibbled on the pieces, leaving marks on your skin.

You could feel yourself getting more and more turned on as Minghao’s hands travelled down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands continued to roam over your body.

The candy lingerie melted against your skin, sticking to your body. But you didn’t care. The sensation of Minghao’s hands and lips on your skin was too intoxicating. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each passing moment.

Minghao’s hands made their way down to your thighs, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently. He continued to kiss and nibble on your skin, making you moan in pleasure.

Minghao hovered above you and captured your lips in a sweet kiss and then slowly moved them down your body as he placed his plush lips on your breast; as he reached your breasts, he took a piece of the candy lingerie in his mouth, sucking on it gently. His warm mouth and the sweet taste of the candy drove you wild. As you arched your back, pressing your body closer to his, he sucked and nibbled at your hardened nipples while his other hand massaged your other breast. 

Minghao then pushed your thighs apart and laid down between them, his lips kissing your inner thighs until his mouth finally landed on your cunt. Minghao groaned softly when he tasted you. He moaned at how wet you were. Minghao threw your legs over his shoulders and secured his plump lips to your clit.

“Oh my god,” you gasped at the pleasure. He was incredible, but everything felt so unbelievable. You failed to hold your moans as he sucked on your clit. His hands moved to interlock at your waist as he kept sucking your clit.

You felt your eyes roll back as your orgasm approached you, “Hao,” you gasped, and Minghao could tell you were close, and he simply continued to suck your clit until you started to shake in his grip. Minghao’s mouth never left your clit as you came.

You whimpered as his touch pushed you to the brink of overstimulation, but you didn’t care. It felt too good. Minghao slowly moved his mouth away from your clit, smiling when he saw how swollen and wet your cunt was. He could see it throbbing and pulsating with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Hao, fuck,” you whispered as he pushed two fingers into you. Minghao stood up slightly as he pushed his middle and ring finger into your cunt and hooked them there.

“Scream for me,” Minghao said as he started to vigorously pump his fingers in and out of your cunt. He used his other hand to press down your pubic bone, holding you still as you began to thrash about.

“Do you hear how wet you are?” Minghao asked as he kept fingering you. You nodded, whimpering, fisting the sheets between your hands and letting out a scream as you came hard.

“Hao, I can’t,” You whimpered when you noticed that he hadn’t stopped his movements, “yes, you can. I know you can,” Minghao said as he repeated his actions, this time making you squirt all over his hands.

“I love it when you squirt, baby,” Minghao praised, making your eyes widen.

“Hao, I,” you babbled, and Minghao smiled as he pulled you into his arms.

“Please fuck me,” you begged, and Minghao smiled at you as he got onto his knees and positioned himself between you.

“Fucking hell, you’re so big,” you mewled as you took in his impressive length. Minghao leaned forward to kiss your forehead; he then spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist, and then ran his cock against your folds, choosing to run it over your clit several times.

Minghao took a deep breath as he placed the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?” Minghao asked.

“Yes,” you breathed out, and Minghao slowly pushed his length inside you, making you whimper as he stretched you out. 

Minghao inched himself inside you until he was fully sheathed inside your tight cunt.

“Fuck Y/N, baby, you’re so fucking tight, so fucking good,” Minghao praised.

Minghao started to thrust into you with just the right amount of pressure and force. He trailed his fingers to your clit and rubbed. Your legs shook as your second orgasm washed over you, this time more intense. Minghao came seconds after as your cunt clenched around him.

He gently pulled out of you, leaned down and gently placed his lips at your entrance, lapping at your combined arousal, licking you clean, making you cum for the third time. Minghao moved up your body, kissed you softly and laid down next to you.

As you both lay there, catching your breath, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for this unique and unforgettable Valentine’s Day. The edible lingerie may have been a fun and playful idea, but the love and passion between you and Minghao made it truly special. You couldn’t wait to see what other surprises he had for you.

“Hao, today was perfect,” you whispered, looking up at him.

He smiled, his eyes filled with love. “You deserve nothing but the best, my love.”

As the evening settled in, you and Minghao found yourselves cosied up on the couch, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights. The room was filled with a warm ambience, creating the perfect atmosphere for a heartfelt moment.

Minghao looked at you, his eyes filled with playfulness and sincerity. With a gentle smile, he took a deep breath, his cheeks tinged with a subtle blush.

“This might sound cheesy,” he began, his gaze never leaving yours, “but will you be my Valentine?”

A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable expression on his face. Minghao’s earnestness melted your heart, and you felt warmth wash over you.

“Of course,” you replied, your voice filled with affection. “I’d love to be your Valentine.”

Minghao’s face lit up joyfully, and he kissed your forehead sweetly. As you snuggled closer, you couldn’t help but savour the moment’s sweetness, appreciating the simplicity and genuine connection that made your relationship with Minghao special.

[trueangel420]

Kai Anderson, change ୨ৎ fem reader,established relationship, use of y/n, kai is a warning in itself. wc 1632

You remember Kai Anderson—not the political figure, but the fresh college graduate who sought understanding online. This is the Kai who cried at cheesy romance movies and buried his face in your chest when life felt overwhelming. He’s different now, scarred in ways that run deeper than his appearance. His eyes, once so full of life, now appear hollow—filled with sadness and stress. You miss him terribly, the sweet brown-haired boy who grappled with family issues. The ache of nostalgia pulls you back to that wretched town, that dreadful city, in search of the Kai you once knew.

"You look lost," a short blonde woman said, glancing at you. "I am... I'm looking for..." you held out a piece of paper, revealing Kai's address. you'd hoped he was still at the same house. "Ivy," the woman murmured, her eyes widening at the address. "You want to see Councilman Anderson?" you felt a jolt of confusion. Did everyone in this town know Kai. "Kai Anderson... yeah," you replied, noticing Ivy shift uncomfortably.

Yo stared at Ivy, leaning against the doorframe. "And... you know him?"

Ivy nodded, almost hesitantly. "Is he here?"

Ivy opened the door wider, urgency creeping into her movements.as you stepped into the familiar hallway, everything felt… off, you could hear thumping from the basement, like footsteps echoing off the walls you ignored it Moving toward the bedroom, you paused at Kai's parents door, now firmly locked. You touched the lock, shivering slightly. You glanced into Winter's room but shook your head; the house felt so empty. Letting out a deep sigh, you turned back into the living room and descended the basement stairs.

That's when you heard him—Kai's voice, loud and intense, echoing through the space. "I'm the only one you can trust. I'm the only one who knows the truth. I know things!" He shouted, and the sound of men cheering filled the room.

As you edged closer just to peak, you saw men sitting in camping bags, their eyes fixed on him, hanging on his every word. Kai's shoulder-length hair was now dyed dark blue, sticking to his forehead, giving him a wild, intense look.

"Fear is truth," he declared, his eyes closed as he smoothed out his white button-up shirt and adjusted his black dress pants. "Fear is truth," he repeated, his voice rising. "Pain is a call to action. Pain is essential, just like anger is. Take pain in one hand and anger in the other. Use them."

you felt a chill run down your spine as you realized how different he had become. you tried to stay hidden in the corner until something caught your eye—Winter. Winter sat near Kai, anxiously biting her bottom lip. you hesitated, torn between interrupting or retreating upstairs to wait. A nagging voice in your head urged you to leave, but the longer you watched Kai, the more you missed him.

Quietly, you back up the stairs, his voice booming through the room, oblivious to your presence. You glance around the living room, shuffling to the couch, unsure if you’re supposed to be there. The air feels tense and thick.

"He'll be done soon and come back up here," Ivy says from the kitchen, making you turn to glance at her. The short blonde woman looks around Kai's age, and you feel a flicker of curiosity. "Are you his... girlfriend?" you ask, biting your lip.

Ivy scoffs, shaking her head. "I'm dating Winter."

Your heart sinks slightly. "Oh."

"Winter's a lesbian?" Your eyes widen, guilt bubbling inside you. You realize how much you’ve missed—once so close to them, now you feel like a stranger.

"Yes, she is," Ivy chuckles, grabbing a chopping board and a knife.

"I don't understand what all those men are doing down there," you finally speak up, your gaze fixed on Ivy as she starts to chop vegetables. "I thought you knew Kai? I mean... he can explain what he does here," you add hesitantly.

Ivy pauses, glancing over her shoulder. "It's complicated. He's leading something... different now. It's like he's become a voice for those who feel unheard."

You frown, feeling a mix of concern and confusion. "But what does that mean?"

"You'll see," Ivy replies, continuing to chop vegetables, the rhythmic sound filling the silence. You watch her, the tension in the air thickening as your mind races. What has Kai gotten himself into? The uncertainty gnaws at you, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. You feel a mix of anxiety and curiosity, waiting for the moment when you will finally understand.

An hour passed, the aroma from the kitchen wafting through the air as you listened to the sturdy sound of boots climbing the stairs. You turn as the basement door opens, revealing Kai and Winter. Winter heads straight for the kitchen, not even glancing at you as you sit perched on the couch with a shaking leg, watching them intently.

Kai pauses, standing taller as he catches sight of you. His gaze travels over you—he couldn’t believe it. He doesn't say anything; his breath hitches in his throat as a wave of emotions washes over you both. "Hi," you speak softly, rising and taking careful steps toward him until you stand directly in front of him. He’s taller than you remember, his skin paler, a change that catches you off guard. The gap between you feels vast, filled with unspoken words and memories.

"I've missed you," you say softly, your tone gentle as always. For a moment, he’s taken aback, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity you remember.

"Let's talk somewhere private," he grumbles, grabbing your arm with enough force to guide you but not to hurt you. He pulls you downstairs, past the sleeping men, deeper into the basement. The room he leads you into is medium-sized and dark, lit by only a few dim lights. A desk with a computer sits in the middle, and in the corner is a small black table with two chairs facing each other. Kai leads you to the chairs and lets go of your arm, motioning for you to sit. You oblige, feeling the weight of the years you’ve been apart. You really do miss him.

"y/n," he starts, his lips pressed into a tight line as he holds his pinky up to you.

"I've missed you," you say again, this time your voice stronger.

"I... I've missed you too," he manages to get out quietly, his tone almost strained, holding out his pinky again. You know what he’s trying to do—your game of truth, a pinky promise not to lie. He always knew when you lied.

You hold up your pinky, intertwining it with his. "Truth," you say, looking directly into his eyes.

"Why did you come back here? To Brookfield Heights... to my house?" he asks, his eyes studying your expression intently.

"Somewhere along the line, we lost touch, and I don't know why, Kai..." you begin, your eyes locked onto his. "You're my best friend, Kai. I haven't heard from you in years—I thought you died, y'know? And then I see you on fucking CNN," you murmur, your voice tinged with a mix of frustration and longing. He tenses up at your language , his eyes looking away from you. A part of Kai knows it was wrong to abruptly stop reaching out. Ordering Winter to do the same had been harsh, but he had been building something significant. Now it was built, and he wasn't the same 27-year-old you had known. He was now 30, a political figure, and most of all, a cult leader.

"Sometimes you have to let the past go," he says, his voice reluctant. You tense, your eyes wide in disbelief. "Let the past go? Are you serious? Kai, you're my best frien—" He unlocks his finger from yours, slamming his hand on the table.

"Everything must come to an end. The old me died, y/n, a long, long time ago," he says sternly.

"You have to be kidding me," you murmur under your breath, grabbing his hand and interlocking your pinkies again. "Truth, are you pushing me away right now?" you ask, your eyes searching his face. Kai's gaze hardens, but beneath it, you can see his thoughts. You know him well, just as he knows you like the back of his hand. He’s tried to bury the part of his life that includes you, focusing on the cult, on spreading his chaos. To him, you’re a mere distraction.

"You don't ask the questions," he snaps, but his voice wavers just slightly.

"Don't speak to me like that, Kai. Don't speak to me like I'm a stranger," you say firmly, your voice tinged with hurt and defiance. He lets out a breath, his nerves fraying as anger and warmth wash over him. "I said, you don't ask the questions. I'm not the same person you knew. Let it die," he continues, his tone darker as he pulls his pinky away from yours.

"No, I won't just let it die, Kai. You remember—" you begin, but he cuts you off, the memories flooding back. He remembers everything—every moment he laid on you, venting about his home life. That past weakness now disgusts him, and he has sworn never to let fear plague him again.

"Shut up," he hisses, his jaw clenching. He shifts in his seat, leaning back, trying to control his boiling anger. He doesn't want to hurt you, but the feeling inside him is hard to contain. "You've changed, Kai," you whisper, swallowing hard. You stand up, looking at him. You want to cry, to mourn the loss of the Kai you once knew. Though he’s there physically, he feels like a hardened shell you can't break through.

[i-only-ever-asked-questions]

Aziraphale's bibles

Have you ever noticed how many bibles Aziraphale has just lying about? So. Many. Bibles. Oodles of bibles! In S1 we only saw two, one on top of the desk that he used for checking the number of the beast in Revelations; and the other one on the desk surface, right behind his angel mug when he sat to read The Book (not that book, the other book, the one with the true prophecies).

In S2, we see no less than five bibles on his desk alone and more around the bookshop.

The first one is on the left, right under the little "For the Young: Hymns for Church and Home, with Forms of Services" book, which incidentally opens to: "So shall no wicked thing draw near, To do us harm or cause us fear." (This angel has no shame).

Then there are three more in the desk's middle compartments. One, with a green cover, is on the left slot, right above the tray with pens (this one is a New Testament only). The other two, both with black covers, are right behind the mug, where the RadioTimes watermark is. They look identical but they could be two volumes of the same edition or two different editions. We can probably assume one of these is supposed to be the one from S1. The desk in S1 didn't have compartments, it had drawers so there were no books in that area.

The last one is the on on top of the desk, on the right. This would be the same he used in S1 (although the bible itself is different)

On his right side, sometimes he has an easel where he displays a large book. This is not a bible itself, but an illustrated book of biblical motifs. Sometimes it is closed and sometimes it is open. He normally has it on the Adam and Eve page (cheeky!) but in Ep 2 he opened it to the Book of Job page instead.

There is yet another one in the shelf that Gabriel Jim is organizing

And there is one more in the first backroom (the one with the computer where he talks with Gabriel and Sandalphon). It is on a little table by the door of the private backroom (the one where he confers with Crowley in)

But there is a set of bibles that are even more important to him than any of the other ones. Although the show never mentioned it, the book tells us that in addition to his passion for prophecy books, he also loves and collects misprinted bibles*:

"And he had a complete set of the Infamous Bibles, individually named from errors in typesetting. These Bibles included the Unrighteous Bible, so called from a printer’s error which caused it to proclaim, in I Corinthians, “Know ye not that the unrighteous shall inherit the Kingdom of God?”; and the Wicked Bible, printed by Barker and Lucas in 1632, in which the word not was omitted from the seventh commandment, making it “Thou shalt commit Adultery.” There were the Discharge Bible, the Treacle Bible, the Standing Fishes Bible, the Charing Cross Bible and the rest. Aziraphale had them all. Even the very rarest, a Bible published in 1651 by the London publishing firm of Bilton and Scaggs."

This collection of bibles is hiding in plain sight and readily on hand. Just ask Jim!

The rest are right there on Aziraphale's desk. The tags are hard to read but I found, from right to left, The Treacle Bible, The Discharge Bible, The Unrighteous Bible, then three that I couldn't decipher, the Standing Fishes Bible and The Charing Cross Bible. One of those three is supposed to be the Buggre All This Bible, but none of the tags seemed to fit.

*All the bibles mentioned are real except for the Charing Cross Bible and the Buggre Alle This Bible which in the GO world was printed by Bilton and Scaggs, the publishing company that also printed The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. I have a whole post about Bilton and Scaggs if interested. Now, looking back to S1, as part of his restoring the world, Adam replaced Aziraphale's misprinted bibles with Just William books. Let that sink in... Adam moved Aziraphale's bibles from their righteous place. No wonder Crowley realized it right away. These are Aziraphale's bibles for Go- for Sat- for Somebody's sake!

Fortunately by S2 everything was back to normal.

[superconductivebean]

#994: Hogwarts Inquires - 117

Did you know? - 18

The text on the Boards from the Undercroft:

appears before the In the Shadow of the Estate quest.

Few attempts on text legibility were made here and in the reblogs of that post. And no, these notes do not belong to Sebastian -- it is a headcanon.

We do not know the author. Howevor, Isidora is the most probable candidate for the authorship due to the name 'Percival' appearing but the what is likely a timestamp, 1632, veils on that probability, if to assume it is a timestamp, of course. It might be not. We don't know.

Interestingly, the artist tasked to fill up the boards wrote the spellings of the Middle English words: weter, strem, ston, chaungeable.

Diacritical marks were not widely used in the writings done in this language, if at all. You can read about it in more detail here.

These symbols are the triskelion and the valknut:

The latter although predates the Viking era, may not be as old as the former; the former is common in many of ancient art, going as far deep into the ancient history as Helladic and Mycenaean eras of the Ancient Greece and the neolithic mound in Meath, Ireland. Weirdly, the stone objects MC can throw with magic have blue-ish carved symbols on their surface; the carvings look somewhat distinctly Pictish, the choose for colour therefore sounds… like it's Let's Throw Everything Ancient To The Region To The Greater Mix Of Things.

This knot:

is the doire / dara knot; symbolises the oak tree, perhaps the most sacred among Celtic people.

This bit could be important to remember: according to this website, Oak's astrological period starts at June 10 and ends at July 7.

These:

are half Alchemy symbols for basic elements (tin, lead, silver, gold, mercury, etc), half transfiguration alphabet as seen from this image:

This little fella is Saturn/lead:

The congregation of the points at the lower left eludes me but the number of points is 7 and the number 7 appears on the end point of the dimensional door aka the wall MC and Sebastian appear at after they are teleported back to the Undercroft from the Isidora's estate:

Perhaps it tells us Isidora had 7 hideouts and not 3? Besides, the number 7 is the number of the planets corresponding to the 7 metals:

Sun - Gold - ☉

Moon - Silver - ☽

Mercury - Quicksilver - ☿

Venus - Copper - ♀

Mars - Iron - ♂

Jupiter - Tin - ♃

Saturn - Lead - ♄

Uranus, Nepture, and Pluto aren't a part of Alchemy due to a very simple reason: by the time Uranus was officially discovered in the 1781, Robert Boyle had already published the book The Sceptical Chymist: or Chymico-Physical Doubts & Paradoxes, in 1661. He'd effectively removed the word 'Alchemy' from the use and replaced it with the word 'Chemistry', thus also avoiding the confusion between branches of Alchemy that did research on various materials (that includes spagyric teachings; Paracelsian physicians were the people turning poisons into cures and remedy) -- and what people inspired by Hermes Trismegistus developed smooshing many different things together, such as philosophy, alchemy, astrology, etc, creating a wtf.

I'd say it gives geodesy but may also be a weird depiction of the sal commune err common salt:

What to say about these I can't decide, but they look like ~compound names for various alchemical substances, from left to right: Spiritus Fumans (Stannic Chloride), Aqua Tofana (the infamous tasteless belladonna poison), and Verdigris (Carbonate of Copper, once used as a green pigment; was mildly toxic):

What it's supposed to mean eludes me, besides, it is an assumption.

What I suppose it should mean: something Isidora, if that belongs to her, found; all things besides Verdigris were discovered after her death in the late 1400s, however, there is a person who could've been trying to decipher… these things.

In the In the Shadow of the Undercroft quest Sebastian mentions:

No, someone in his family knew about it [the Undercroft]. The Gaunts are full of secrets.

That Gaunt should've been alive in 1632, assuming it is a timestamp. They also needed to be at school at the time, so could be a professor, a member of the staff (a gamekeeper, for example), a Headmaster; unlikely it was Corvinus Gaunt, who was a student by the time the castle would receive plumbing update (late 17th--early 18th century).

'Aura? Ancient Magik' has to become my favourite kind of explaining things to meself because I, too, have no idea what this means:

I can only tell some text is in Greek. An attempt to type after this bit yielded some results:

Ιαεω is probably Ιασω, recovering&recuperation;

ΒαθρεμονΝΟΝΙΛα is probably βαθμολογία, a degree of smth or a grade;

ρπδ is a greek numerical for 184;

φ, a golden ration mention?;

πδ has to do with the Ptolemy's table of chords?

May not be linked to the much speculated Ancient Magic's capability of healing anything but more so of a celestial body's movement, tied, anyhow, to the Magic's power. Probably.

Speaking of which, Is this the constellation of Lacerta? The number of stars doesn't match, however. Lacerta has 9, this one appears to have 10 or 11; likely 11 + it has a satellite constellation of just 3 stars. I summon astronomy nerds to solve this one + the text and the table below is likely have something to do with Astronomy. I might also suggest: weirdly drawn Draco.

[5tar-5hin3]

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John Dory x Reader

“A Chance He Can Take”

Part 1 : “An Unlikely Beginning”

Part 2: “And an Unexpected Ending”

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Synopsis:

A letter changes everything y/n knows about John Dory’s life.

They learn about how John Dory has brothers, and how he very much doesn’t want to save them.

He’s a terrible brother, and a worse boyfriend…

Well, non-boyfriend.

But someone has to save Floyd. And if John Dory won’t, then y/n will.

Words: 1632

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A/N:

Thank you guys so much for the amazing support on the first part! Here is the second and final part for this fic!

TW for one swear word.

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A letter arrived addressed to a ‘John Dory’. When y/n opens it, the pieces fall together.

John was hiding all this from them. When y/n thought about it. They really didn’t know anything about John. Just the surface stuff.

The letter said something about his brother, Floyd? Y/n never knew he had a brother, let alone brotherS.

“BroZone? Like THE BroZone?” They muttered to themselves as they read further.

An hour later, John came home.

“John Dory.” Y/n was leaning on the counter.

Hearing his name come out of their mouth stopped him.

“John. Dory. The leader.” They threw the letter at him.

“Y/n?” He began to read the letter. “What’s this about?”

“That’s why JD felt so familiar.” They shook their head. “You hid this from me?” They were hurt. “Did you not trust me? Did you think I’d run off and tell the world?”

“It’s not like that-“

“Explain yourself then!” They yelled, their brows furrowed. A nasty look on their usually sweet face.

“I don’t have to tell you anything!” He rolled his eyes and looked away. “It’s not like you’re my girlfriend or something! You’re just- a friend, with benefits.” He admitted.

Silence.

Even the forest outside went quiet.

It seemed as if time stopped. A collective response from the universe.

A weight came down on y/n’s chest.

“What?” Y/n was taken aback. Their voice very, very soft.

Was everything they did together nothing to him? Did it mean nothing? How could he just admit this? All that time spent together and he said it like this? Were all the times he said ‘I love you’ just lies?

“I didn’t want to tell you about my past, because I didn’t think you needed to know! I didn’t want to relive it either! My brothers left me!” He yelled back. “I just wanted to live without having people to disappoint me.” He growled. “But look at me now. You go poking around in my personal life and broken a trust I’m not sure we can get back.” He paused. “You’ve disappointed me.”

They stood in silence. Y/n struggled to find the words. They pushed back their hair and laughed.

“Wow. So it’s like that? You never loved me? You hate me, and hate your brothers?” Y/n scoffed. “Can’t you grow up a little?” They looked John up and down. They never knew this man could be so pathetic. “Be a big brother, your family needs you. Put the past in the past, JD.” They rolled their eyes. “I don’t care if you hate me now, but you have an obligation to be part of the family. You have to save him. This could be your one shot to get your family together again. So you don’t have to be a sad, lonely sack of shit.”

John was thrown back. He had never seen this side of y/n before. He wasn’t sure what to feel. Like there was more people mad at him than just y/n.

“What you decide to do is up to you. But if you’re gonna sit around and do nothing, then I’ll go out and save him. Someone has to.” Y/n stormed off to grab their hiking gear. They were gonna need help if they were gonna save Floyd. John sighed.

He still cared about y/n. Even if he messed up and said those things. He watched as y/n left Rhonda. The door slammed shut.

What should he do? Go after them?

“Come on Ruby.” He heard it faintly.

Were the last words he ever said to them going to be ‘You’ve disappointed me?’ No. They couldn’t be. His heart wouldn’t allow it. He rushed to the door and ran out.

“Y/n! Wait.” John still loved his brothers. He knew y/n was right. He had to save him. “Let’s go save Floyd.” He said softly.

At first, y/n wasn’t even sure they wanted to go with John. They didn’t even turn back when they first heard John’s voice. They had only paused. He just broke 5 years worth of a relationship down in an instant. He admitted they meant nothing to him. He was already ignoring what had happened.

They growled. They walked back in almost a stomp. But they couldn’t pull it off with their light feet.

“We’ll talk about this,” they motioned between John and themselves. “Later. But right now, you need all the help you can get to save Floyd.”

It got more and more difficult explaining what they were to each of John’s brothers. Because y/n was currently mad at John. John was unsure about y/n. They simply said they were friends. Hiking buddies that met in the Neverglades. But everyone could tell there was some sort of tension. They couldn’t tell if it was a hateful one or a romantic one.

Poppy was the one to speculate most, more so after she saw their attitude towards John. The sweetness they had in their eyes and the warmth in their touch.

Y/n had a caring nature and made sure everyone was taken care of along the way. Even John got the treatment. Though they really disliked treating him so nicely after what he did.

But when Branch was leaving, he said he was leaving first. He didn’t want to be left again. He didn’t want John Dory to have the title of ‘first to leave’.

“First to leave?” They muttered under their breath. They looked at John Dory. They were even more upset now.

Not only did John hide his past, but he lied too. He was becoming a stranger all over again.

Y/n followed Branch out. Someone had to help him. Soon enough Poppy and Tiny Diamond joined too.

*Velvet and Veneer have captured BroZone*

Y/n and the others watched from the vent as the members of BroZone were put into diamonds. They saw Velvet and Veneer throw Rhonda into the closet as the twins boasted about their upcoming concert and how talented they’d be now.

It pained y/n’s heart to see John in one of those awful purple diamonds. Even if they were mad, they still cared. But it served him right for being so heartless towards them. Velvet had taken John and Floyd. Veneer got Clay and Bruce.

“We have to help them.” Poppy said. And they did just that. They took Rhonda and raced after the duo. Confronting them was a whole other story.

They pulled out Clay and Bruce. But getting John and Floyd had proven to be more of a challenge.

“Give me that.” Y/n took a sticky hand from Viva. “If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” They threw the hand right onto Velvet’s jacket. Before she could pry it off, y/n had kicked her in face. She pried out John but was caught by Velvet’s hand. She growled as she threw the little troll overboard. “Help!” They screamed as the barely clung to the ship’s edge.

“Y/n!” John ran over. He couldn’t help or see but he still tried. “I’ll get you!” Poppy was ultimately the one to help them up. By now Velvet and Veneer were way out of reach.

The bunch was helpless.

Then Branch began to sing. It threw everyone off at first. It was strange. But then John Dory joined, then Clay, and Bruce. It was like watching them get their spark again.

Soon enough y/n, Poppy, and Viva joined too. Y/n was drawn to be closer to John. Just as Poppy was to Branch. It was something they couldn’t deny. Y/n was still mad, but for a moment they forgot and enjoyed John Dory’s company.

The brothers were released from their diamond prisons and every one of them rushed to Floyd’s side. Y/n was anxious. Floyd didn’t look too good. Their heart sank just as everyone else’s did.

Was he gone?

A moment of silence fell over the group. But then Floyd stirred awake. He was fine! His brothers rejoiced and shared a hug.

Brozone had come back together once more. With a couple new additions. John looked at y/n. Y/n was smiling. They were happy to see John happy.

“Y/n.” John walked over to them. “I’m sorry.”

Hearing an apology from John was not something they expected. John was much too egotistical to apologize.

“And?” Y/n pressed.

“I’m sorry I said you were just a friend. You’re so much more to me. I was upset but that doesn’t justify what I said. I’m really, really sorry.” He took their hands. “Can you forgive me?”

Y/n thought about it. They looked at John Dory and sighed. A soft smile across their lips.

“I forgive you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not mad.” They remarked. “You’re still on thin ice.” John was more than happy to hear they forgave him. He knew they were only joking.

He scooped them up into a hug and he smiled. He laughed with y/n. He gently set them down.

“Can I ask you something?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow.

“Of course?” John dug something out of his pocket. He looked at the small box in his hand for a moment. He got down on one knee. “JD?”

“I’ve made my fair share of mistakes. I was scared of taking chances on relationships before. I was scared of actually admitting I wanted to be committed to you.” He looked up at y/n. “But you’re a chance I’m willing to take.” He opened the box and inside was a beautiful ring.

“Will you marry me?” Y/n’s hands flew to cover their mouth. Their eyes already flooding with tears. They laughed.

“Oh John-“ They took a deep breath. “Yes! Yes!” They smiled brightly and kissed John Dory. The brothers were surprised, but happy. And it’s safe to say Poppy and Viva were thrilled to plan a wedding.

After a moment of just holding each other, y/n spoke.

“I love you John Dory.”

He smiled.

“I love you more.”

[bring-backup-99]

All That We Need

Read on Ao3

PAIRING: tech x fem reader, the batch x fem reader

SUMMARY: They get back from an assignment faster than you expect. You’ve missed Tech a bit extra.

WORDS COUNT: 1632

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, domestic fluff

NOTES: This is Part 46 of my ongoing reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. Yes, this is how I channeled my extra energy after the Season 2 finale.

It’s written in second person, and my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

When you come home, you’re surprised to hear Wrecker calling your name as you walk through the bar. He, Hunter, and Crosshair are sitting in a booth, clearly a number of drinks deep.

“I wasn’t expecting you back for a few rotations,” you smile, as you slide in next to Crosshair, who immediately drapes a long arm around your shoulders.

“We’re very efficient,” he drawls.

You look around. “Where’s Tech?”

“Upstairs. Probably sleeping,” answers Hunter.

“Sleeping?” You look at him incredulously. They all give little shrugs.

“He has to…occasionally,” says Crosshair.

“Mmmm…okay,” you start to extract yourself from the booth. “Let me drop off my stuff and then I’ll come down, with or without him.” Crosshair rolls his eyes but lets you go.

You open the door, and, sure enough, Tech is quietly snoring, slumped over on the couch, his datapad still firmly in his hand but resting on his lap.

You put your bag down at the entrance and leave him undisturbed.

“Told you!” exclaims Wrecker, when you’re back in the booth.

“What did you do to him?” you laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him asleep when the suns are still up.”

“We made him work extra hard so we could get back and start drinking.” You poke Crosshair in the ribs, and he feigns injury then passes you his glass. You take a sip.

“I haven’t eaten, and I can’t keep up with you boys even when I have. Let’s go to the cantina and get something. Someone leave Tech a message?” Hunter nods. “Then we can come back here and close this place down.” You wave at the bartender as you walk out. “He’ll put these on my tab.”

The walk to the cantina is short, but Wrecker and Crosshair draw it out by picking you up and then passing you back and forth, Wrecker occasionally pressing boozy kisses to your cheek. Once you sit down, you order something you’ve always wanted to try but never had enough people for: the giant bowl of noodles. After seeing Wrecker and Crosshair’s ability to pack away huge amounts of food, this is clearly the time.

After you fill up, you watch the three of them finish the hot pot and enjoy their dynamic. Crosshair is in an excellent if mischievous mood as he goads Hunter and Wrecker into a small round of competitive storytelling, both trying to impress you with tales of the triumphant uses of their divergent skill sets.

“You both sound very good at your jobs!” you laugh. “I could hardly call you anything but experts.” You ruffle Hunter’s hair and kiss him on the cheek. Wrecker leans over to collect his as well.

Back at the bar, you sit on Wrecker with your legs over Hunter and Crosshair’s laps. You drink slowly, knowing full well that their tolerance is much higher than your own. Much, much higher, and you refuse to get drawn into their drinking games.

“You just made that one up,” you say to Crosshair, as he proposes a game that requires much more skill than anyone could possibly have at this stage of the night.

“Ah, he didn’t,” laughs Hunter. “Picked that one up from some regs who’d just got back from Ryloth.”

“I’m an adult. I don’t need drinking games in order to drink.”

“You’re no fun,” says Crosshair. You shrug.

“And to prove that, I’m going to bed. I don’t know about you, but I had a long day, and I was not expecting you to make it longer,” you smile and point to them accusingly.

“Ugh, you really are no fun.” You climb over him and kiss his cheek.

“We both know that’s not true.” You wave goodnight to the bartender, who will make sure they don’t pay for any drinks, then head upstairs.

Tech is still on the couch but awake. “Why didn’t you come down?” you ask, as you straddle him, pushing the datapad aside.

“You are inebriated.”

“Just a little.” You start working your fingers under his shirt. He lets you.

“You should hydrate.”

“Probably.” You kiss him. “Bar’s open for at least another hour. Think we can fit one in before they come upstairs?”

“I do not make it a habit of engaging in intercourse with intoxicated individuals.”

“Well, I hope not,” you laugh. “But I’m not ‘intoxicated individuals.’ I’m someone who you know very much wants to fuck right now, and I would be feeling the same way even if I hadn’t been drinking.”

Sure, he’s protesting, but you’ve managed to get his pants undone.

“It’s been too long, Tech. Too long since I’ve had that thick cock in me.”

“It has been three rotations.”

“But it was supposed to be more, and now I have all this pent up energy, all this anticipation, running through me. You’re not going to make me wait longer, are you?” From the feel of his erection, he is not. You kiss him. “I have an idea. Wait here.”

You go into your room and change, coming back in a short dress. You grab his hand, pulling him behind you, and open the door to the apartment. The sound of the bar fills the hallway. You bring him within a few feet of the stairway.

“Fuck me here.” You reach for him, taking hold of his shirt, and pull him to you, gasping into his mouth as he takes your hands and pins them to the wall, grinding against you. After a few moments, he lifts you, holding you up with one arm, and reaches between your legs, the thin fabric of your panties already soaked through. He pushes it aside.

“Remember when you made me stand at the bar and fingered me until I came? I wanted you so badly, I was ready to let you fuck me on this stairwell. I thought about it for weeks.”

He takes his cock out and, in a quick rough stroke, is in you.

“FUCK. Yes.” You groan in pleasure. “Do you think anyone can hear me down there? Shouldn’t you make me be quiet so no one finds us?”

He grunts and his hand covers your lips as he thrusts into you, smothering your cries of ecstasy.

“You were…quite aroused that evening.” His hand slips slightly from your mouth.

“I can’t…believe…you left me there.” Then you bite the side of his palm. He lets you, as he focuses on pounding into you, and you moan. You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips.

“My goal…was to keep you interested.” He dislodges his hand so that he can put both of them on your ass for better leverage.

“Mission…accomplished. FUCK! Mmmmmmmm…Why…why do I want you so badly?” He slides almost all the way out before slamming back into you. “Why do you…feel so good to me?” Your fingers run through his hair, catching on the goggles strap. He thrusts into you roughly, again and again, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “Oh gods, Tech, you’re going to make me come like this.”

“Say it.”

“No one…no one fucks me like you,” you moan, “No one makes me come like you, Tech. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, Tech! Oh, Tech,” you gasp. “I’m coming.” And you are, as he pounds into you, your body arches as every fiber in your being contracts as the orgasm crashes through you. He starts to slow slightly.

“Don’t…don’t stop…unless you need to,” you manage to say. “Feels…so good.”

You enjoy the aftershocks as he works to his own climax, your body tingling in pleasure, a ridiculous smile of contentment on your face. His lips find yours and you kiss as he makes the little noises signaling his own orgasm. He holds you against the wall, mouths and tongues as intertwined as your limbs.

“Gods,” you whisper to him. “That was so good.”

“You will need additional hydration before you go to bed tonight.”

You laugh, “Yes, okay.” He slips out of you as he puts you down. You feel his cum soaking your underwear, dripping down your leg.

*

When they finally appear, you’re lying in bed working on your datapad. Tech is next to you doing the same.

“Thought you were tired.” Crosshair raises an eyebrow.

“Felt a bit reinvigorated. Plus, he’s making sure I drink enough water so I’m not hungover.”

Soon you’re surrounded by them, and you’re happy to have your bed filled with their conversation and laughter. Tech gets up after a while.

“Crosshair can sleep on my side,” he says, leaning over to kiss you. “I will work on the couch.”

“That’s what you get for napping during the day,” you smile up at him. He rolls his eyes.

As soon as the space is vacated, Crosshair is on your other side. “Mmmm…it’s nice over here. Doesn’t have the Wrecker divot.”

“Hey!” laughs the big man.

“Or the Hunter butt bowl.” You give Crosshair a little smack, but Hunter does have that ample ass.

“We can’t all be stick-straight, Crosshair,” says Hunter. “Plus, she likes my butt.”

“That I do.” You reach around him to give it a squeeze.

Soon enough, Crosshair is nestled against you, with Wrecker and Hunter practically spooning to rest their arms over you.

“Just get comfy, boys, but don’t squish me. I’m not going anywhere.”

*

Tech looks in at the bodies strewn across the bed. Everyone appears peaceful in their sleep, despite the snoring. Even though he’s not tired, he itches to get into bed next to you, to feel your body curl into his. As he turns back to his work, his thought is simply that everyone looks content.

And that is because everyone is.

*** Read the rest of the series here.

Fair warning: It can get kinky.

[lilmissdarlee]

GARDEN FOR THE DEVOTED. | XAVIER ONE-SHOT.

IMAGINE.. You go to relax after a long night, and find a vase of pretty flowers, awaiting your attention...!

TAGS: Xavier x Reader, fluff with a dash of angst, drabble/one-shot, mentions of flower meanings, little plot, no proofread since it's 1 am, references to Xavier's antidotes + lore, implied established relationship NOTE: Mostly js bland metaphors, it's been a while since I wrote anything i also just love Xavier.. WORD COUNT: 1632

After a long night of fighting wanderers, the thought of going to the balcony to rest sounded enticing; you, your teacup full of your favorite blend, and the calm of the early morning. You found yourself humming a forgotten tune as you steeped your tea, the moment of relaxation lowering your guard.

So, imagine your surprise when you found a vase of flowers on the ledge of your balcony, awaiting your attention. 

Surprise melted to curiosity as you approached the vase, intrigued to see what the oddity held. 

It seemed to be a bunch of sunflowers, with a single card nestled between the damp petals. It waa a dainty card, plain with silver embroidery. On it, in fine cursive, it read;

“Sunflowers – loyal love, adoration. I would follow you for a millenia if it meant to be by your side, to be able to see a field of sunflowers follow the sun, like how I glow at your side.”

You knew it was silly, to be touched by a simple meaning and a romantic quote, from someone you didn’t even know. Yet, you couldn’t help the bashful smile that filled your features, blossoming like the sunflowers in front of you in the grace of the light.

The message seemed to be handwritten, with a lot of care upon closer inspection. There was no notable smudging, and then you noticed it. 

There was no signature, or parting note. Nothing. Even the handwriting was too neat to notice any giveaways.

Such an important detail to be left out feels too purposeful, and you huff, biting your lip.

Whoever left these flowers, they must be someone you know.

… someone you knew quite well, maybe. 

You can’t help the smile that comes back upon the second glance at the flowers, and as you return to your peaceful morning, you take the vase and put it on your table. Something to join your rest, as if it were a placeholder for the person who left the flowers.  

And akin to the flowers, you had no idea the light was watching from afar, watching with great fondness as you seemed to glow.

The sun will always want to see the flowers bloom, no matter the meaning nor pathway they choose to grow.

However, for Xavier’s special flower, for you, he notices how you seem to grow on your own. You have your own source of light, of energy that has even the sun drawn to you.

Following the first arrival of your first gift, you couldn’t help the small buzz in the back of your mind, that forgotten child-like wonder that kept you on your toes. 

You knew it was unlikely, to be gifted something as kind again. But said gift left you smiling like an idiot that day, so much so Tara asked you why you were reminiscing while faxing papers for your weekly report on missions.

You shake the embarrassing memory away, to instead focus on going to your sliding door which led to the balcony. 

And, to your delight, there was a new surprise!

Instead of the ledge, it was found on your table, next to the sunflowers from the previous week. The gorgeous flowers still lay in a similar vase, but it was more pink tinted, and bore white trimming along the top.

This time, the flowers of choice were pretty carnations, held together by a thin pink ribbon. You go forward, absorbing the gentle fragrance which was the newest visitor to your patio. You feel your eyes close on instinct, simply enjoying this.

Enjoying the subtle affection behind the gesture.

On the tip of the bow, was another note. You almost squeak, your fingers finding the edge to lift the card so you could read.

“The carnation – affection, admiration. I find myself seeing little things to appreciate about you. The strength in which you fight, your courage to stand for what you believe in, and how your laughter lingers in my mind, like how my affection lingers no matter the time.”

Eyebrows rising, you glance up from the note, almost expecting to see the person behind this all, ready with confetti and a big sign to read: “It’s me!!”

…

There was no such thing, sadly. You now owe Tara money.

Minor disappointment pricks at your conscience, the ongoing mystery of who is leaving you grasping at straws. 

Well, who wasn’t really the issue, honestly.

It was why said person decided to go incognito as the real core of the knot in your stomach, as you grabbed the base of the vase, hugging the carnations close as you went inside.

Just a rooftop away, the light watched the mixed response to it’s latest gift, the corners of his mouth deepening. He knew you loved the flowers.. So why..?

That same light that keeps him wanting to nurture you, to keep you close. But if he were to smother you too much, you would simply wilt from too much warmth, and leave the sun to rise the next day without the lovely heart of his garden.

Every moment Xavier spends with you, he fears to burn you, to make you wilt too fast. He has spent so many years watching, so to be this close was like sending a rocket out into far orbit.

However, no matter how careful Xavier is, he finds flowers tend to wilt on their own. There were so many what-if’s and possibilities to see you wither up, to see you forgotten like the millions of plants which die come the season change.

So, this is his way of trying to show his affection for you from afar, without having to bear the burden of long conversations. 

Xavier was still a man of many secrets, and he wasn’t ready to bare all his light on you, the flower he adored to the galaxy and beyond.

The following night, you heard a gentle tap on your balcony window. You feel your brows furrow, gathering your robe closer as the chilly breeze blows against you.

There was the light, who instead of being lit by the sun, was instead luminated by the moon. His honey-coloured locks seemed silver in this ambience, plucked from the cosmos which laid in his eyes. Said vast universes were hidden, though, as his back was turned to you, to instead gaze at the sky.

“Xavier,” You breathe, “What brings you here? It’s a bit too late for a nap.”

The man laughs, as soft as satin, carried on the wind which brushes through your hair. You fight the urge to smile, still filled with curiosity. 

“No, I am here with my final delivery,” Xavier responds, and finally turns, gracing you with the galaxy.

In his grasp was a bouquet of Forget-me-nots, held together with white tissue paper and a black bow. There was no card this time, but instead a man who seemed to be drawn with the finest ink.

“Forget-me-nots,” He recalls, stepping closer to you with a single long stride, “Said to mean remembrance, loyalty..”

Xavier easily fills your personal space, joining you where you stood in front of your open door. The light from inside coloured you in warm colors, a contrast to how your face was alight with cool tones. 

Always the contradictory, one he was quite fond of.

Xavier brings his free hand to cup your chin, gazing into your eyes as his own softens further, as if he was sharing all the secrets in the solar system.

“And true love,” Xavier almost breathes, so close you could feel his breath fan against your face, “I hope to always remember you, my starlight.”

You smile, similar to the first smile he saw when he first gave you the sunflowers, and a ghost of the one he saw a certain student give him under a meteor shower, or one of a regal queen.

No matter who wore the smile, it still made his slow heart fill with affection. 

The kiss was gentle, soft. Xavier was always quite warm, his lips like a welcome home after an exhausting day. You lean into him, your arms leaving the robe around you to instead rest against his chest. Xavier easily accepts you into his proximity, holding you close with one hand. 

After a long moment, you break apart. You kiss his nose, mirth in your eyes.

“Next time, just give me the flowers straight up,” You complain, “I like you better then some fancy note.”

Xavier hums a non-answer, leaning down to rest his head on top of yours. “Of course,” Xavier agrees, always giving into you as easily as breathing. You lean into him, taking in the sweet smell of the forget-me-nots which mix with Xavoer’s own scent, which is one of your favorites. 

Xavier has seen the rise and fall of seasons so many times it became familiar. At this point, it should have gotten old, but you never fail to enchant him. 

He hates not being able to protect you from the unknown, or even most commonly, yourself. But oddly, it’s a part of the beauty that is you, something fleeting that he cannot help but want to hold, but always gets away if he tries too hard.

So, he’ll enjoy being allowed in your personal sanctuary, where you grow into the wonderful person you are, and in return, you get to feel the constant warmth which is your sun, your star.

Cause it’ll be a long time before the sun dies out, but it’s too short of a time for the arrival of the next seed to blossom.

“This is my 214th spring on Earth, but I am glad I can share it with you, watching you.. Glow. The sight never fails to make me fall for you all over again.”

[rogueshadow1124]

"What do you mean transformation?"

Vampire¡OC!Astaroth Lameirèz x Reader

Summary: when the reader wakes up in a place unknown and is met with an unfamiliar man who claims he only wants to help...[Astaroth speech in red.]

Word count: 1632

Warning: mentions of sharp objects,(not proof read)

A light hum rang within the proximity of the room, the room itself was dark and musky, ashy stone walls glistening as a strip of moonlight seeped through the gap between the jhett curtains. In the back centre of the room was placed a king sized bed, maroon covers neatly tucked into the edges, looking as If it had just been made but a small scuffle  could be seen at the far left corner that was molded into a silhouette.

A groan echoed through the silence, along with a rustling as the figure squirmed slightly beneath the covers. A hand poked out from the sheets near the pillows, grasping onto the edge so tightly it made the knuckles of what looked to be a pale, dainty hand, turn into a even whiter ashy shade. The sheet was pushed down to reveal a head of messy Y/H/C locks that splayed around a perfectly shaped feminine face, the features being sharp but so soft at the same time- arched eyebrows layed above closed almond eyes, I little button nose and cheeks that looked chubby but held a significant shape for cheekbones which looked oddly adorable.

The girls eyes opened revealing a set of unmistakable piercing orbs, in the middle they held the bright colour of Y/E/C but the outskirts were intruded by a deep bloody red that was seemingly seeping into the original colour. Her eyes scanned around the room, still only half open and feigning a drowsy stare but she soon came to notice that this wasnt at all her room, but somewhere unfathomably unfamiliar to her.

"Oh I see your awake..." her head snapped up, landing on a ravern haired male who saunted into the room with an outwardly sense of confidence and elegance that wasnt at all hard to miss. The girl opened her mouth as if trying to speak but was immediately stopped by the man who had suddenly appeared by her side within the blink of an eye. "Now I know what you're thinking little one. I am not in anyway going to harm you...again, but may you refrain from speaking for a few moments it might just strain you a little."

From this angle, with him standing above her at the side of The bed and her staring up at him, she had noticed how his eyes were a deep red, shining as the light was cast against them. She swallowed dryly, eyes shuttering as a feeling of nervousness crept over her. "W-ho. A-are you?"

"Me? My name is Astaroth Lameirèz but you may call me Astar." He replied coyly, not holding very much emotion within his tone. He placed a hand on her chin, nimble fingers coming to grasp at her jaw and turn her head up and to the side, his other hand hovering above his own and her face as he used his thumb to lift her top lip to which she tried reconciling at but his hold was far from weak. He hummed to himself, eyebrows furrowing as he let her go and walked over to a desk that was on the opposite side of the room, she hardly heard the whisper he let out "I dont think it will be long now.."

"W-what ar-" the rest of her words were cut short by a sharp pain that shot through her gums, a stinging sensation spreading theough her eyes and her mouth beginning to grow even drying than before. "H-hurts..."

"Its all apart of the process darling." She blinked and again he was at her side, this time he held three objects; a pen light, a mini scalpel and some tweezers. His heightened senses picked up on the sound of her heart beat speeding ever so slightly from what was left for it to beat anyway, a sigh passed his plump pink lips as he rolled his eyes. "I assure you that I am only trying to help, trust me."

"T-trust you?!" The girl screeched, scrambling back on the bed, her back making contact with the dark oak headboard. She peered at him, wide eyed and puffs of air repeatedly catching in her throat and then releasing.  "W-hats happening t-to me?"

"I will explain when you calm down, just let me help you." He placed the objects on the nightstand beside the bed, slowly taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to her legs that shook as she watched his every movement from now, eyes racing from his face to his hands, waiting for any sudden movements that were to come. "Now let's start with your name little one."

"M-my name?" She stuttered, puffing out air when she saw him nod stoicly. "Y/N. Y-Y/N Y/L/N."

"Ah lovely, well since I've already introduced myself I guess I should give you an explanation." He offered a tiny smile, one which didnt look at all comforting but more awkward and in an attempt to show some source of hostility. "You are how do I say- urmhmm- transforming."

"T-transforming? I-I dont understand."

"I see you dont recall." His voice wavered, eyes setting on hers Intently. "Your memories should come back soon but in the meantime I have other matters to attend to."

He reached out and grabbed the pen light, clicking it so the white flash shone through the pointed end. His hand cupped Y/N's cheek, the touch being alot gentler than the first time, his thumb swept under her right eye, pulling down as he lifted the light to shine in her eye, causing her to flinch back for a second as she accommodated to the uncomfortable sensation. He switched to the other eye just as quickly examining how the pupils dilated and retracted as they should be doing.

"The red is becoming more prominent which means it's only a matter of time before you fangs come in." He stated, placing the pen light down, next taking a hold of the tweezers and scalpel.

"F-fangs? What do you mean fangs?"

"Correct, I did say fangs. I'm going to be blunt here sweetheart, you're transitioning and soon you will be one of my kind, a creature of the night if you will, a nighwalker, a vampire, however you would like to put it." The girls face looked to pale even more than it already had, eyes vibrating as she breathed a heavy breath through her nose. "Everything will make sense, all in good time."

"B-but..." she started to tear up, hands fisting the maroon sheets. "I-I dont understand."

"It will all make sense when your memories return in only a few hours, I promise you." His tone held sincerety, a soft one that was soothing and calming. She looked up to meet his eyes again, biting at her lip before giving a nod to let him do whatever it was he was going to do that could help her as he had claimed. "I'm going to need to remove some excess skin that sits around the fang so it will be easier when they start to grow in properly."

"W-will it hurt?!" Her voice suddenly became alarmed.

"No not at all, maybe a little pinching but it shouldnt hurt. Not one bit." His gleaming red orbs followed the girls, both locking onto each others as she heaved out a breath, giving a curt not before slipping back upright against the headboard. "I need you to stay as still as you can..."

Astaroth took hold of her chin, thumb hooking just inside her mouth by the corner of her bottom lip so he could pull down, revealing a row of shiny canines. He hummed allowing the tip of his thumb to press against the gum just beneath the tooth of her original fang that was soon to be replaced. His other hand rose, nearing the scalpel to the gum line where he flicked the sharp edge against the soft pink tissue, pulling it away from the tooth,

Y/N's eyes stayed locked on the males face, eyebrows furrowing when she felt the tweezers he now had in his hold start to tug at the loose piece of skin the had been pulled away from the gum line. She didnt exactly know why she was here, what was happening, or how she even got into this situation but the most weird thing was she didnt at all feel threatened by him, she was scared sure, but not of him. Astaroth, she wasnt at all frightened of him, more so the new atmosphere and what was to come next, what she was going to become in only a matter of time.

She couldnt help but admire the man, he looked like he was created by the gods themselves- messy brunette hair that held a slight spike at the edges, thick eyebrows that arched to perfection, deep red eyes that held so much emotion but shone so little, a chiselled nose that rounded at a soft curve fitting his face smoothly, cheekbones that raised but were grounded by the slight plump cheeks, a jawline that was sharp framing his features perfectly- he was inhumanly handsome.

"That should do for now." The girl blinked as she heard the brisk voice of Astaroth echo soundly through the air, she glanced up at him, an unreadable expression forming on her face as she squinted at him. She hasn't even noticed he had finished or how quickly the process had gone since she had been in her own head, completely and utterly enchanted by the man. "You should rest whilst you can darling, soon you wont even be able to sleep. The days will feel like a lifetime."

[authorforrosie]

Title: In Another Life

Pairing: Rosé x female reader

Warning: Death, sadness, angst, no happy ending.

Author Notes: This is very much angst and sad without a happy ending. This is for every person who lost a loved one before.❤️ I wrote 1632 words into this one part storyline.

Rosé Park loved the love of her life Y/N more than anything in the whole universe. She would've done everything for Y/N. both wanted to marry, have children and grow old together. Until the news of Y/N's sudden passing. That changed her for the rest of her entire life. It would be changing Blackpink as well. Since all the members are very close towards you. Y/N has been like a sister to her bandmates.

You both have been together since around four years in a happy relationship. Yes you had fights and arguments here and there. Nevertheless you both worked through them together while apologizing to each other. Lisa absolutely loved you as Rosé's girlfriend. Jennie and Jisoo always support the relationship of you both with all the happiness in the whole world.

Rosé was singing her part of their song stay. Jennie hugged her and held her when Rosé cried tears of sadness mixed with longing for Y/N. She wanted to be in Y/N's arms where she always feels safe. Her bandmates understood how much she is missing Y/N. They miss Y/N as well since Y/N always has been making them happy with her existence.

Rosé was on the Stage giving everything she can to make blinks happy. She was doing a lot of Fan Service with Jennie and Lisa to make blinks the happiest. Until someone from backstage came to get her backstage. Jennie, Jisoo and Lisa already watched her with a worried expression on their face which they quickly hide again through putting on a happy act.

Rosé followed the staff backstage with a worried expression until she saw her manager in their dressing room. Tears rolled down the cheeks of her manager.

„Rosé sit down, there's something that I have to tell you. It's very important." Demanded Rosé's manager with sadness in her voice.

Rosé sat down with a worried expression on her face. She felt her manager holding her hands while another staff silently went out the dressing room.

„How do I tell you this Rosie. I've got a call a few minutes ago about your girlfriend. The hospital called you on the phone. I know you couldn't take on the call because you was on stage I took on the call. Your girlfriend Y/N passed away." Announced Rosé's manager with sadness in her voice.

Rosé couldn't progress the words since she was in a deep shock. She only knows that her manager called her name and that everything became black in front of her eyes. Not knowing that in this moment her best friends/bandmates joined her backstage when she passed out.

Her bandmates cried when they got the information that Y/N passed away. Since Y/N has been like a little sister to all of them. They won't know what would happen to blackpink for a few months since they know they needed to grief.

- -

Jennie, Jisoo and Lisa sat in the waiting room of a hospital where Rosé was rushed to. Alice told them she passed out because the shock was too much. All of them held each other for many hours since the doctors wanted to check Rosé if she had injuries from the fall of a chair.

„Is here anyone related for Roseanne Park...?" Asked a doctor with professionalism in his voice.

Alice, Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa got up from the uncomfortable black chairs. The doctor went closer towards them.

„I am Alice Park, Rosé's older sister. How is my little sister Rosé...?" Answered Alice with worry in her voice.

Alice shook hands with the doctor both had a serious expression on the face. Jennie pat Alice back a few times to show her a sign that she isn't alone.

„Your sister Rosé has no injuries from the fall. She will wake up soon. Please be very careful around her. We don't know how she will mental react when she wakes up later. You can see her I will bring you guys to her hospital room" Said the doctor with professionalism and seriousness in his voice.

Alice, Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa followed the doctor who got them to Rosé's hospital room. All of them felt sadness when they thought about you being gone. They couldn't believe that you passed away so sudden without any signs before.

Jisoo already held Lisa and Jennie in her arms since she knew how easily they cry. Jisoo already felt a tear rolling down her cheek. Alice watched Rosé through the window as Rosé still looked outside with an emotionless expression on her face.

Jisoo went into the hospital room standing next to Rosé's hospital bed. She took Rosé's hand into her own hand. Her thumbs slowly rubbed Rosé's knuckles as a sign that she will never be alone.

„I know you don't want to talk right now and that you wanna progress everything. Just know that we are here for you no matter how much you will try to push us away. You aren't alone. We can only imagine the pain of losing the love of your life that you are going through." announced Jisoo with comfort and softness in her voice.

Jisoo kissed Rosé's cheek with a worried expression on her face. Jennie, Lisa and Alice kissed Rosé's cheek after Jisoo. Rosé didn't react since she has been far too shocked mentally and physically.

Alice knows that Rosé won't talk much for the next few months. She needs everyone to be there for her though. Lisa knows that the funeral will be very hard for Rosé. Lisa promised herself that she will be there for Rosé on the funeral to hold her when she breaks down.

-

Alice sat next at Rosé's hospital bed with a sad expression on her face. Her heart broke for her little sister since she knew how much Rosé loved Y/N. If Alice is honest she would say that she wanted Y/N and Rosé to marry since Y/N was already like a sister-in-law for her.

„How is she...?" Asked Jisoo with worry in her voice. Jisoo never saw Rosé like this. It scared her to the soul and heart. She knew they couldn't take away Rosé's pain, they could only help her through the pain.

Alice didn't know how to answer Jisoo she only knew that Rosé will never be the woman she was before.

„She is still the same, very quietly. I know soon she will cry and then she needs us to hold her. I've never seen her like this. I must confess that I am scared of Rosie never getting through this pain you know. Since the pain of losing Y/N will never go away, it will only hurt less." Answered Alice with sadness, fear and worry in her voice.

-

Rosé stood in between Jisoo and Lisa who held her in their arms. Her head leaned on Lisa's shoulder meanwhile Jisoo rubbed her back for comfort. Rosé couldn't stop crying, it felt like her heart was torn out of her chest. She missed her Y/N so much. Her family, friends and bandmates have been crying as well since the memories of Y/N replayed in their minds.

Everyone loved Y/N since she always motivated when someone wasn't feeling well, she was very caring even to strangers who took advantage of her kindness, she was kind to all people especially animals and she always had a warm golden kind heart. Which needed to be protected by her loved ones.

Y/N's family didn't hesitate to pull Rosé in their arms with tears rolling down their cheeks. A close friend gave them all tissues to wipe their tears away. The picture that got chosen of Y/N was really beautiful. Her smile brightened everyone's life for better. The smile showed happiness and joy.

Y/N has been a very quiet shy child in her childhood, who rather has not many friends than many fake friends. She always disliked boys and thought that they had the cootie. That's what Y/N's family told everyone when they came together. The hardest time has been Y/N's first death anniversary. Rosé almost couldn't leave the bed she cried until she fell back asleep. This repeated the whole day until her bandmates laid on the couch next at her.

-

After two years felt Rosé way better. She realized through her bandmates that it isn't healthy to grief for too long. Her brain was ready to accept that Y/N would be looking down at her from somewhere up above. Y/N won't want her to cry for the rest of her life. The pain of losing her loved one has been hurting less.

That's why she suddenly stood in front Y/N's grave thinking about the 'if' questions. A part of her will never understand why the love of her life had to be gone too soon. At the same she couldn't wait what the future had to offer towards her. Rosé knows that she will never love anyone as much as she loved Y/N. Her true love.

„I love you. Y/N. In another life I will find you and be with you again. The love of my entire life. Thank you for everything baby." Whispered Rosé with love and softness in her voice.

That's exactly when she felt a little bit wind around her. Which she took as a sign that Y/N was always with her. Since she will continue being alive in Rosé heart where their memories are.

„In another life." Whispered Rosé with happiness, sadness and acceptance in her voice. Before she walked away after laying down Y/N's favorite flowers on the grave and kissing the grave stone.

[telekineticseance]

TIME STANDS STILL

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: it's christmas time!

genre: smut

word count: 1632

cw: legal age gap, fingering (f!receiving), p in v

author's note: SURPRISE! A Christmas kind of like bonus part to Circumstances. Merry Christmas! Sorry if this isn't the best it's been a while I fear.

The office buzzed with people as the sound of Christmas songs played softly throughout the building.

“What’s up with the costumes?” Trey asked next to you, a beer in his hand as he looked down at you. A few girls in the office thought it would be cute to wear little elf dresses with matching elf headbands to get into spirit while everyone else wore some kind of ugly Christmas sweater.

You gave him a small shrug in response, not really paying attention, as you were looking around for Matt. He didn’t really care much for the holidays for as long as you had known him and he was late to the party.

“Y/N?”

You turned your gaze to Trey, “I’m sorry what?”

He let out a small laugh as he looked at you, “He’ll be here. But until then..the costumes?”

“Oh it’s just a little thing we planned. Thought it would be cute. Kind of like Mean Girls like but elves instead of Santa.” You shrugged, taking a sip from your cup as you continued to let your eyes skim the room.

He chuckled lightly, giving you a nod in response as he took another sip from his drink before you saw Matt walk in as a grin rose to your face. You tried to hide it since it was still a secret between the three of you, but every time you saw him you still had that same look as when you had a crush on him.

Matt’s eyes met yours before he walked over to where you and Trey stood with a smile on his face. His hair had grown out more in the last couple months, so as he walked towards you, you couldn’t help but look at the gray curls poke out the hole in the backwards cap he wore.

He walked over to the two of you, pulling you in for a “friendly” side hug as he gave you a small greeting, letting his eyes linger at your chest for a moment before he gave Trey a greeting, handing him a little bag, “Merry Christmas Trey.”

Trey took the bag in his hand before him and Matt started talking to one another as you listened for a moment before one of the others from the office called you over. You excused yourself from the two, lightly putting your hand on Matt’s arm, giving it a small squeeze before walking over to the group and listening to them as they talked about what they would be doing in the new year or something similar.

After a while you walked over to the table where the food sat, putting a few pieces from the charcuterie board onto the plate before you felt the presence of a tall figure standing behind you.

“Meet me by the cubicles near my office in like 5 minutes okay?” Matt’s voice got low from behind you as you gave a small nod, watching his hand reach around you as he grabbed a piece of fruit from the plate, giving you a small grin as he ate it while he walked away.

You rolled your eyes playfully before you stood around, waiting for the 5 minutes to pass as you ate your plate before throwing the paper plate into the trash as you walked over to the cubicles.

You walked around, looking for Matt as you did. Suddenly you felt a hand grab you and pull you down to the ground in one of the cubicles.

Matt gave you a small smile as he looked at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he caressed your face. He put his lips to yours, kissing you gently as you started kissing back, feeling his thumb stroke your cheek as he did.

He pulled away, looking at you as he did before his face lit up, “I almost forgot!”

You watched as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box with a small ribbon on it.

“Matt..” You breathed out, looking at the box as he shrugged, “It’s not much I just wanted to get you something.”

You opened the box, revealing a silver bracelet with a small heart charm hanging next to a charm that held your birthstone. It was simple, but that’s just how you liked it.

“I wanted to get you something that wouldn’t raise suspicion as to who got it for you but enough to where you’d like it.” His voice was soft as he eyed you while you stared at the bracelet in awe.

“It’s more than enough Matt. Thank you. I love it.” You smiled, as he helped you by putting the bracelet on your wrist, followed by another small kiss. “You know..I got you something too. Well..kind of.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you in confusion, “What do you mean by kind of?”

You shrugged, “You’ll just have to see later.” You gave him a small wink before you started getting up from the spot on the floor in front of him, “We should get back before people notice.”

You turned to look back at him as he looked at you, before shrugging, “Or we could just…go to my place. Or your place.” He mumbled as he got up behind you, letting his hand hold lightly graze your arm as you bit your bottom lip.

“Do you think nobody will notice you showing up late and then leaving early?”

He shrugged, “I think they’re all too drunk to notice anyways.” His voice was low as he let his eyes wander along your clothes, the plunging neckline once again finding his gaze.

He was right, and one of the things you had learned about Matt was that it was nearly impossible to try and tease him in any way because he found a way to quickly get his way even if that meant taking you into the nearest bathroom or closed off room.

You gave him a nod in response, before the two of you snuck out deciding on meeting up at his place since the two of you found it easier to sneak around there.

The two of you arrived at a similar time before getting out of your cars and walking into the house, feeling Matt’s hands caressing your lower back before the two of you walked in the door.

It didn’t take much time before you felt Matt press you against the wall, allowing his hands to pin your arms above your head as he kissed you roughly. His hands gripped your wrists tightly, his breath hot against your lips.

“Matt..” You breathed out into the kiss as he pulled away, looking down at you. “Hm?”

“Did you want that Christmas gift?”

He gave you a nod as he pulled his hands away, watching you closely as you peeled off the dress, revealing a ribbon-esque lingerie, perfect for the season, or at least you thought. Matt’s eyes scanned, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the end of the ribbon as he looked at you with his eyes lit up.

“I love you so much,” He grinned down at you before he tugged at the ribbon, letting it fall to the ground around your ankles. The cold air touching your skin caused you to let out a small gasp as you looked at Matt, as you ran your hands along his torso before undoing his jeans.

You tugged at his jeans and boxers as Matt’s stroke your thighs gently before he rubbed his fingers along your clit, causing you to let out a small whine from his touche as he slipped his fingers in between your walls, thrusting them deep.

He put his lips to yours once more, allowing you to moan into his mouth as he curled his fingers while thrusting. You felt the tips of his fingers graze your g-spot as you let out a small gasp, tightening your grip on his curls.

Matt’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him from the wall as he pulled his fingers out, using his hand to stroke at his length before he thrusted himself in. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you felt the angle shift slightly, leaning your head against the wall behind you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he moved. His grip tightened on your waist as he pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours so his eyes could meet yours.

You closed your eyes for a moment before he spoke up, “Mm-mm. Look at me.” The tone was low as he spoke to you.

Listening to him, you opened your eyes, your heart skipping beats as he held his gaze to yours. You moved your other hand to caress his face, the stubble on his cheek almost feeling like little pricks against your fingers as the other hand continued to stay tangled in his hair.

“M’so good.” Matt groaned as his eyebrows furrowed while he thrusted, rapidly hitting your g-spot as you bit your bottom lip, small whines escaping from you.

“I’m so close,” You breathed out, as you arched your back against the wall.

“Come for me,” He spoke lowly. It didn’t take much longer before you did, feeling yourself release around his cock as he continued thrusting.

His thrusts slowed as he let out a soft groan as he came, breathing heavily against your lips before he gave you a small kiss. Pulling away as you unwrapped your legs from his waist, letting your feet touch the ground beneath you.

He continued to have his arms around you as he looked at you, “Merry Christmas..” He let out a small chuckle as he spoke between breaths.

“Merry Christmas Matt.”

[inagetawaycarxo]

Roman with reader please? Something like... "Are you sure babygirl? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop" a lot of smut maybe?! Thnks ♥️♥️

merging this request as well, Anon: Can you please do an imagines where the reader is having an affair with Roman Reigns while she is with Brock Lesnar because Brock is abusing her

❧ Pairings: Mob!Boss!Roman x Fem!Reader

❧ Featuring: Roman Reigns, Y/n [reader], Brock Lesnar [mentioned]

❧ Summary: Roman finally has y/n in his grasp.

❧ Warnings: yandere!roman?, mob!boss!roman, mob boss themes, smut, sex, 18+, nsfw, mention of the word cunt, oral receiving [female and male], errors I missed.

❧ w/c:1632

❧ AUTHORS NOTE: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms, however, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

He finally had her all to himself. She was finally in his grasp. After a month of stalking her, and scheming, she was in front of him.

Though at the start he had a different agenda for her in mind. She was Brock’s girlfriend. He was going to kill her as revenge. It was only fair; Brock killed his wife Galina and his children. Leaving him with no wife and children.

But his plans changed, the way Brock treated her was horrible. He was going to save her.

His hatred for her turned into love and something more, he wanted to protect her.

Roman looked down at her. Towering over her. As she looked up at him. He was so close to her. The sexual tension was thick.

“Are you sure babygirl? once I start I don’t think I’m able to stop,” He spoke.

Eyes darkening with lust. There was a deeper meaning to the words he spoke.

She nodded her head.

“Yes, I am sure,” She responded.

Roman’s hands cupped her jawline ever so softly. Closing the distance between the both of them. Till his lips were hovering over hers.

His lips pressed against hers passionately. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her hands gripped his shirt.

The kiss turned heated. Roman guided her backward. Her back hit the wall. She let out a gasp. Making Roman slip his tongue into her mouth. Both of them, battle for dominance. Of course, he won.

Both of them pulled away from each other. Breathing heavily. Eyes dark with lust.

Not even a second later their lips were locked against each other. Hands tearing each other’s clothes off. Till she was left in her lingerie and he was left in his boxers.

He trailed his lips down her jawline to her neck. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him. Roman’s hands left her jawline, grabbing her boobs instead. He squeezed her boobs as he left love bites on her neck. He removed his hands from her boobs. His right hand snaked around her back. Fingers fiddling with the hook of her bra. His left index finger slipped underneath the bra strap, while his mouth left her neck, leaving hot searing kisses on her collarbones. He smirked against her skin as he undid her bra. His fingers grabbed her bra strap. Pulling it down. She helped him with the other strap. Roman tossed her bra behind him. His mouth descended to the valley of her breasts. His right hand cupped her right boob, while his left hand grabbed her waist.

His mouth attached to her right nipple. Sucking softly at first then getting rougher. He sucked her nipple for a few more minutes before doing the same action with the left one. All the while massaging her right boob. She was wet with arousal. Moaning his name. Her moans were music to his ears.

He detached his mouth from her left nipple. His mouth trailed down to her stomach. Lowering himself down to his knees as he reached the waistband of her underwear. His fingers slipped underneath the waistband. Her breathing hitched as he tugged her underwear down. Her heat was glistening he smirked. Looking up at her. She was looking at him. Eyes dark with lust.

His hand grabbed her left thigh, putting it over his shoulder. His eyes still locked onto hers as he lowered his head near hers looking at her wet cunt. He wasted no time, attaching his mouth to her wet heat. Sucking harshly. A choked moan left her lips. Her hands grabbed his hair. Luckily the wall was holding her for support. Her left leg tightened around him, as he sucked harder. Head tilting back hitting the wall. Her eyes closed shut tight, as pleasure took over her. Her moans grew louder.

Roman looked up at her. His dick throbbing. His erection grew. The pad of his thumb went to her clit. Rubbing her clit in a fast motion. Her fingernails dug into his scalp. Leg tightening around his head. Moans intensifying.

“I am getting closer,” She panted out.

This only made him suck faster. he ate her out like he was starving. She let out a gasp. Her body shook as her orgasm took over her. Her moans only fueled his desire. He continued to suck, sucking her juices as she came. He continued to suck, till he sucked all her cum. He gave one final suck before pulling his mouth away from her cunt. She let out a whimper at the loss of contact, ad how the cold air hit her sensitive heat. Roman’s perfectly neat man bun was in disarray.

Roman kissed his way up till he reached her neck. Sucking harshly on her skin. Pressing his covered bulge against her heat. She let out a gasp, her hand wandering down to the waistband of his boxers, hand slipping inside his boxers. Her hand wrapped around his hard erection, slowly moving her hand up and down his hardened length. A moan escaped his mouth, but it was muffled by her skin. She could feel his precum. She used that as a lubricant. Her other hand tugged his boxers down, freeing his erection. Roman hissed, all the while she stared at his huge cock and thick, and she felt herself get wet.

She removed her hand from his length. Slowly going down on her knees. Her eyes were at eye level with his cock.

Her hand grabbed his shaft as she lowered her lips down to the tip of his cock. she parted her lips slowly, wrapping her lips around his cock in a teasing matter.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, as she slowly bobbed her head up and down his shaft. Roman’s hands gripped her hair.

“Don’t be a tease,” Roman growled. Making her smirk. She bobbed her head faster, humming softly, while her other hand fondled his balls.

Roman tilted his head back. His fingernails dug into her scalp. He slowly started to rock his hips back and forth. Occasionally hitting her uvula. Her gags only added to his pleasure.

Then something snapped inside of him. He didn’t want to cum in her cunt. His hand roughly grabbed her hair, yanking her hair backward, she let out a gasp. His cock slipped out of her mouth with a pop. Saliva dripped from her mouth. His cock was covered in her salvia but he didn’t care, at least it would be lubricated for when he entered her.

He yanked her hair up, pulling her up. She let out a tiny gasp. His other hand grabbed underneath her chin.

“I don’t want to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours, I want to cum in that pretty little cunt of yours,” Roman growled. It only made her wetter. She clenched her thighs together. Roman noticed. He let go of her hair. His hand went down in between her legs, spreading them apart. She let out a gasp, as she felt his finger slide in between her wet folds.

“So, wet,” He hummed.

Roman couldn’t help the next words that came out of his mouth.

“I bet Brock can’t get you this wet can’t he?” Roman spoke. She shook her head. Roman smirked. happy with the answer. His ego grew bigger.

“Of course, he can’t, he isn’t worthy of you,” He spoke. As his hand grabbed his shaft.

Teasingly guiding his shaft in between her folds, she moaned. Grabbing his shoulders.

“Please,” She begged.

“Please what?” He spoke.

“Fuck me,” She pleaded.

“Oh, I will, I will fuck you so good, you will be craving more,” He spoke. Making her whimper. She opened her mouth, probably about to beg again when he entered her without warning. He smirked as she moaned. He pressed his body against hers. She was pressed against his chest and the wall. He removed his hand from her chin. Both his hands grabbed her waist. Hiking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Roman started to thrust into her at a rough and fast pace. With every thrust, her back hit the wall. Roman’s mouth attached itself to her neck. sucking harshly. She tilted her head back. Closing her eyes. as pleasure took over her body. she was seeing stars. Holding onto his shoulders.

Every thrust was intense.

“I can tell that asshole never fucked you good,” He spoke. Biting her neck. she only moaned in response.

Her walls clenched around his cock with every thrust. He could tell she was getting close. Her fingernails dug into his skin. She held on tighter. meeting his thrusts. Both of them were in pure ecstasy.

Roman left a trail of bites along her neck. all the while whispering dirty words into her skin.

She felt herself getting closer, her toes curling, as spots started to appear in her vision. Roman could tell he was close to but he wanted her to release first.

“Come kitten,” He demanded. Thrusting faster into her. That seemed to be her undoing.

She wasn’t sure if it was his deep voice or the thrust but she felt her orgasm wash over her in intense waves.

Her walls clenched and then released as she came hard. With one final thrust, Roman emptied his seed inside of her. A loud moan escaped his mouth. making her mewl, as she felt his cum inside of her.

He pressed soft kisses on her neck. Trailing his lips up to her jawline. Her eyes fluttered open as she felt him move away from her. She looked at him. her eyes in a daze to find him already looking at her.

“You are mine now,” He spoke in a low tone. Making her cunt tingle. Roman smirked at her devilishly….

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Fall Off The Bone

Day 5 - Worst Spot

Word count: 1632

This is the part two to the first day!! I normally headcannon George’s underarms as his worst spot, but today we are exploring something different. Loving this week. 💜

Warning: Mouth tickles.

George’s skin still crawled with ghost tickles an entire day later. He hadn’t been tickled in so long and the feeling had been so startling.

But tonight, he would get his revenge. His big plan was to attack them separately, starting with Dream. George was well aware that Dream was stronger than him, so the plan was to strike while he was asleep. If he could just get him incapacitated before he woke up, George could do whatever he wanted.

~•~

Buying the handcuffs had been a little embarrassing, but he managed to get in and out of the store without being recognized. He hoped, at least.

George was careful to not jingle them as he creeped into Dream’s room. The younger was under the blankets and not moving. George was sure he was asleep, not having heard from him in hours.

He snuck closer and climbed up on the bed slowly. He moved the blanket down a little and grinned as he found one of Dream’s hands right away. He got the open metal cuff in position against Dream’s wrist.

The proud grin was quickly wiped from his face as Dream jerked awake, almost throwing George.

“What? Huh?”, Dream mumbled in confusion before pulling his hand away and snatching the handcuffs.

“Night!”, George squeaked out before going to jump off the bed. Before he could get away, Dream snatched him back and spun him around. In a flash, he was pinned under Dream’s larger body

“What are you up to?”, Dream asked slowly, voice hoarse with sleep.

“Nothing. Just saying good night.”.

“You came to wish me good night?”.

“Yeah.”.

“With these?”, Dream asked, holding up the handcuffs. George’s cheeks flushed with a dark blush.

“I don’t know...”, he murmured. The scene drew imagery of something much stranger than what he had actually been planning. “I was just going to tickle you.”, he admitted softly. A part of him felt like a creep. Luckily, Dream started to smile.

“Oh? You wanted revenge?”, he coo’ed in a baby voice. George’s flustered state only got worse.

“Shut up…”.

“Did me and Sapnap not tickle you enough? Huh?”, Dream kept on with the voice before leaning back and yelling, “Sapnap! Come here!!”.

“No!”, George gasped and tugged at the hold.

Dream smirked meanly as he arranged George easily. His wrists were pressed on either side of his head and Dream straddled his waist, immobilizing his lower half.

“We’re in my room!”, Dream shouted as he heard movement outside the room.

“Please stop!”, George whisper-shouted. Dream only laughed.

“You were going to handcuff me in my sleep!”.

“What?!”, Sapnap exclaimed and started laughing as soon as he entered the room.”Gogy! What were you doing!”. He flicked on the light to reveal the other two’s positions.

“Nothing! Go away!”, George kicked up in a panic underneath Dream. “Let me go!!”.

“No way! You little sneak.”, Dream shook his head and dropped one of his hands down to tickle into George’s stomach. The boy squealed and threw his head back against the blankets. Oh, he was fucked. Sapnap came closer and leaned over the bed to get a better look at the situation.

“Please, no!”, he burst out laughing and desperately shoved at Dream’s hand with his newly freed one. He twisted and squirmed as Dream easily ignored him and continued to tickle his stomach. “Sapnap! Help!”, he whined, feeling desperate.

“This little idiot was going to handcuff me while I was sleeping and try to tickle me! Can you believe that?!”.

“Georgie.”, Sapnap said, scandalized.

“I’m sorry!! Okay, I’m sorry!!”, he cried out before squealing against his will, Dream’s hand having creeped down to his hips. “Don’t tickle me!”. His laughter was frantic, sensing his doom.

“What! C’mon.”, Dream rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Yeah, you kind of have it coming George.”.

~•~

Maybe George could count himself lucky they didn’t use his own handcuffs against him. But, the position he found himself in didn’t feel lucky at all.

Dream and Sapnap had worked out the day before that his worst spot was likely his ribcage, and they were right. So horribly right. They seemed to want to focus there.

George closed his eyes and thought back to a month earlier. Back to the last time the three of them had shared Dream’s bed. It had been his first day in the house and they had spent hours cuddled together talking about their futures. Dream’s bed was the only one big enough to hold all of them. He remembers laughing until his stomach hurt at one of the other two being an idiot. They had all been so delirious with glee at George’s arrival. He was so excited for his future filled with laughter and his friends and never being alone again.

When he had thought about his future being filled with laughter, he hadn’t thought about it like this.

“No! Please!!”, he begged through a flurry of panicked giggles. He was stretched out and more vulnerable than ever.

“It’s your ribs right? They’re the worst?”, Sapnap grinned at him. He got closer to George’s face, making him squeak.

“No! I hate you!”, he tried to buck, but Dream laid his much larger leg over his two.

Both of his arms were stretched above his head and held up by both Dream and Sapnap. They were laying on either side of him, keeping him down. The worst part was the pillow under his back. His upper body was curved up and terribly exposed for any tickling to come.

“I think they are!”, Dream sang, walking his fingers across George’s ribcage. He was stretched taut so the fingers teased right between the bones, making him whine and gasp.

“Dream!”, he cried. The boy smirked and turned his hand into a claw, jabbing his fingertips carefully between the ticklish ribs. George squealed loudly. He gasped for air, but could only let out a weak cry before bursting into laughter when Sapnap’s hand joined in on the tickles on the other side. He was beyond helpless to the feeling. It was precise and startling, the electric ticklish jolts shooting straight through him.

His chest heaved with the force of his breath and he tilted his head back, wailing with laughter.

“Aww…”, Sapnap cooed adoringly. There was something about the position he was in that made it hard for him to wheeze and gasp. The laughter just barreled out of him uninterrupted. “He’s so ticklish!”.

“He loves it!”, Dream laughed.

As much as George wanted to protest, he was unable to form any words. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. He felt his face get redder at his predicament.

The hands lifted away and he let out a small pathetic squeak. He gasped through his unstoppable giggles and squirmed roughly, but there was no going anywhere.

“Please…no more…”, he managed to get out. He was in despair at his situation, but he sounded giddy.

“We barely even tickled you.”, Sapnap laughed and tapped his fingers across George’s protruding ribs like a spider. He burst into high pitched laughter. The touch was teasy, but still unbearable.

“Let me go!”, he whined.

“You really brought this on yourself, George.”, Dream grinned. Then, he leaned down and nudged his chin against the sensitive ribs carefully. George squealed and kicked his legs up hard enough to move the ones trapping them to the bed.

“Quit!”, he cried. Dream laughed and started to tug his shirt up. “No! Guys, please!”.

Sapnap giggled as he helped Dream get George’s shirt pulled all the way up. The boy whined as the slightly colder air touched his upper body.

“I’ll do anything.”, he tried.

“So desperate.”, Sapnap smiled.

“Pathetic.”, Dream teased. “Anyway, I’m hungry.”.

“Yeah! I could go for a little midnight snack.”.

“Some juicy delicious ribs?”.

“Yes! Succulent ribs. Fall off the bone ribs.”, Sapnap giggled through his words.

“With extra tickle sauce.”, Dream pointed at him, excited to continue the bit.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I ha-“, George was cut off when the two brought their teeth down against his ticklish ribcage. A scream tore out of his throat before he could even process what was happening. The nibbles were soft and careful, trailing his rib bones. Surely, George would explode. No matter how much he squirmed and kicked and twisted, he was kept stretched out for his tickles. The laughter that poured from his lips was desperate and helpless. The position was so devastating for the spot they wanted to torture. He had never felt anything so intense before. He screamed in protest, unable to find any words.

The two stopped when they realized how much George was losing his mind. They laughed as he gasped through a string of giggles that seemed to never stop.

“You’re such an idiot…”, Dream murmured fondly as George curled up in defense once he was released.

“Can’t believe he was going to handcuff you in your sleep!”, Sapnap sat up and stretched. “That’s a crime Gogy. Basically.”.

“Shut up…”, he whined and covered his face with one of his hands. He was a little shaky, barely recovering from his giggle attack.

“Oh, you’re fine.”, Sapnap smiled and shook his head in amusement.

~•~

In no time, George had fallen asleep cuddled between the warmth of his best friends. The excitement of the night crashed against him hard, dragging him down into a deep sleep. His skin tingled with every touch from the other two; still on high alert. But, it only brought sleepy smiles and sweet little giggles.

He was too cute to be mad at, really. He was completely tickled out; limp in Dream and Sapnap’s arms. It wasn’t long before they joined him in dreamland.