#397 words

[the-metaphorical-jellicle-cat]

It has been a long bit since I have written anything and posted it but here we are. As part of @storyweaverofgondor's Cats-Pril event.

This takes place after the Ball and features Munkustrap and Mistoffelees. Tuggoffelees is mentioned but not important.

No Warnings needed

Have not decided if this will be posted on ao3.

The energy from the night’s ball had finally ended. Everyone was headed back to their dens, their mind, and body finally succumbing to sleepiness. 

Everyone but Munkustrap who sat high on the tire watching as the Jelicles cleared out of the main part of the Yard. 

He knew, in his mind, that he should be in his den with Demeter and Jem relaxing. But his body was still tight with anxiety as he thought about Macavity showing his face and his mother going to the Heavyside Layer. It was still fresh in his mind.

‘Just a little longer. Then I’ll go to the den.’ He thought to himself.

Just as he finished his thought, he heard a soft and familiar voice. 

“You know, I thought you’d be gone by now.”

He chuckled. “I could same the same about you Mistoffelees.”

The younger tom took his seat next to the Jellicle Protector. 

“I’d like to think you’d be with Tugger. Afterall. You must be tired after using all that magic.” His tone was light though Mistoffelees could hear how tired their Protector actually was.

“I am. But then I saw you here. By yourself. I mean you must also be tired from the fight with Macavity.”

He seemed embarrassed. The complete opposite of the confident cat Munkustrap saw at the Ball today.

Munkustrap grinned. “Tired doesn't even cover it. Then again. Your little show with my brother made it all better.”

The other tom suddenly found the ground more interesting. “Tugger does have a way to make one feel…” he paused, “special.”

“He does. Though I think that only applies to you.” He replied. “I don’t think that’s the reason you are here talking to me. Isn’t it?”

Mistoffelees huffed and rolled his eyes, “You're right. Demeter saw Tugger and I on our way to one of our dens and asked Tugger to make sure you got some sleep. I volunteered instead.”

“Thank you Mistoffelees. I appreciate your concern.”

Mistoffelees stood up, “Does that still mean I’ll have to force you to get down from the tire?”

Munkustrap laughed, “No. No. I’ll follow you down.”

And so Munkustrap finally gave into what his body needed.

Was his mind still filled with all  the panic the Jellicle Ball had given to the Jellicle Protector? Yes. 

But his mind was also filled with the love and peace his family provided.

[itsnothingofinterest]

So I'd normally like to do a quick prediction post for 397 after Hori's week off, but I don’t think we’re deep enough in the fight for any kind of major upset or development worth predicting.

So in lieu of that: maybe it could also be fun to guess which students All Might will use gadgets based on in the upcoming chapters and what form those inspirations would take.

Maybe some Koda themed bird-drones for cover, distractions, and other useful things.

A Todoroki themed flamethrower seams easy enough to make,

As does an Aoyama themed chest laser like Iron Man (there's even an indent in the Iron might armor for it),

And some Iida themed jets for speed...more jets than he's already using to fly I mean

Some Shoji themed extra robo-arms for extra punches could be fun.

He's already got the super legs for some Tsuyu-based super jumps,

And the wires to transfer Jirou themed sonic attacks through.

An Ojiro themed robo tail seems easy enough, even if I'm not sure what use it'd have,

But it could shift into something Dark Shadow shaped, maybe some kind of capture device.

Mina themed acid attacks are as simple as having acid stored somewhere, and his whole set up is detailed enough that they could be anywhere (maybe to slow regen down some more),

And some similarly stored balls covered in purple glue could work for an attack themed on the one who must not be named.

The Tooru function could be as simple as any kind of stealth function; which I think would be really useful,

And similarly, the Bakugou function could simply be some kind of explosives, preferably (but not necessarily) launched from his palm.

(Sadly I can't really come up with anything for Uraraka or Momo; their quirks are either to all-purpose to name one thing or seem beyond the realms of technology even in this sci-fi setting. Also I'm just gonna call Hercules Red the Kirishima move. Sound good? Good.)

Man listing all these possibilities out; I’m excited to see what he uses.

...Ah what the heck; some quick general prediction wouldn't hurt: I still aminly think it’ll mostly just be All Might & AFO fighting some more, but a bit or backstory or something's not off the table. But I think the most likely kind of upset we're looking at is maybe the chapter ending with All Might looking like he's on the ropes. (He'll get past it though, don't worry.)

Though if I may give one crazy prediction for the road: I do wanna gesture vaguely at my hope for the two of them to get warped to UA to turn the finale into a cool Deku & All Might vs AFO vs Shigaraki show-down. Because I still think it would be really cool for all of them to be in the same place to talk, fight, or beat up AFO together.

[lev1hei1chou]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 397 Synopsis: Gojo gets hit on at a date Masterlist

You and Gojo Satoru had been dating for a long time now, and every day with him was an adventure. From making kikufuku together to sharing quiet moments, your relationship with the man was filled with excitement. However, today's encounter would truly put your patience to the test.

As the two of you strolled through the crowded streets of Tokyo, you couldn't help but notice the occasional glances that were thrown in Satoru's direction. His white hair and charismatic demeanor seemed to attract attention wherever he went. Usually, you took it well, proud to be the one by his side. But today, something felt different.

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow on the city. Gojo suggested stopping by a small café for a quick break. As you settled at a cozy corner table, sipping your drinks, a girl with vibrant red hair walked in. She seemed confident, and her eyes lingered a little too long on Gojo. You couldn't ignore the subtle flirting in her tone as she approached your table.

"Hey, handsome," she said, flashing a flirtatious smile at Gojo. "Mind if I join you? It's kind of lonely here by myself."

Gojo, always casual and charming, chuckled. "Sorry, but I'm here with someone already."

The girl glanced at you, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she quickly recovered. "Oh, lucky you," she teased. "Well, if you change your mind, I'll be right over there." She pointed to an empty table across the room before walking away.

Your jaw tightened, and you exchanged a glance with Gojo. His eyes met yours, and he grinned, sensing your unease. "Jealous, are we?" he teased, taking a sip of his drink.

You huffed, trying to brush it off. "No, not at all. Just find it amusing, is all."

Gojo leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're cute when you're jealous, you know that?"

Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn't let him have the upper hand. "I am not cute. And besides, it's not like I have anything to worry about."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Is that so?" he said, leaning back with a smirk. "Well, lucky for you, I only have eyes for one person."

As he intertwined his fingers with yours, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth. Perhaps a little jealousy wasn't such a bad thing.

[my-castles-crumbling]

top - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 397 - NSFW and suggestive but not explicit

"...I think Barty'd be on top."

The statement makes Barty look up from his admittedly difficult Transfiguration work, and he wonders if he's hearing things. But there they are: James and Regulus sitting in the corner of the library, muttering to each other. He listens closer.

"That's bullshit and you know it, James. Evan would clearly be on top," Regulus retorts, rolling his eyes.

Barty, though embarrassed, takes a moment to at least be thankful that his best friend knows him well. But his appreciation quickly leaves as he realizes that James and Regulus shouldn't be having this conversation as they shouldn't know about any of this! He and Evan have been working hard to keep everything extremely secret.

"Nah, I think Evan would be too nervous," James insists. "Barty would be brave enough."

Barty considers this. He doesn't think it has anything to do with bravery, really, but he appreciates James's vote of confidence all the same. Actually, now that he thinks of it, it's kind of being in the other situation that requires a bit of bravery.

"Nah, Barty's not nearly as brave as he puts out," Regulus scoffs, and Barty feels a pang of anger. "Plus, he's shorter, so-"

But that's quite enough for Barty. He stands and walks over to the others. "Hey, I could just as easily be on the top as the bottom!" he insists, turning red at the fact that they're having this conversation in the middle of the library.

The others stare. "Really?" Regulus asks, looking shocked. "I thought you were afraid of heights?"

Barty thinks about this, wondering what it has to do with anything. "It doesn't matter," he shrugs, deciding not to go into details.

"Alright, then," James smirks to Regulus, like he's saying I told you so inside his head. "So Evan will take the bottom bunk and Barty will take the top and-"

But now Barty is confused. "Wait- what?"

The two others stare again. "We're talking about sleeping arrangements. For when we go camping in that cabin next month....right?" Regulus asks slowly, but he's grinning so much that Barty immediately knows that he knows.

Because oh. They were talking about bunk beds. Not....other things.

"Erm. Right," he nods, face flaming.

It's not until later that he swears out loud, because realizes he's stuck on the top bunk for the entirety of their two-week trip.

[dadsbongos]

keigo helping you get over your dirtbag bf... soon to be ex 397 words, pure smut, tw i use the word splooge!! cuz i think its hilarious, reader has vagene but genderneutralized ~~~

“He’s such a piece of shit.”

“I know,” Keigo frowns, leaning his entire weight into your side and digging his chin into your shoulder, “Poor thing, you deserve better.”

“It’s just… well…” you sigh, “He’s the only one I can… finish with.”

“Anybody can make you cum,” he blurts, visibly offended, “I could make you cum!”

“Right…”

“I could.”

“I dunno, Keigo, it took him a really long while to find the right rhythm for us. I’ve never been able to just ‘let go’ and cum. I can’t go to anybody and expect anything the first time we have sex.”

.

.

.

“Ah- fuck- Keigo, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he gasps lazily against your lips, as if surprised, still rolling his pelvis into yours deliciously enough to have you mewling louder, “And I thought you were a sweetheart.”

Words are jumbled in the back of your throat, only vowels choking out as spliced, hurried moans. Keigo has your knees itching towards your ears, cock spooning splatters of your splooge with fervor -- an obscene clapping echoing through the room as his thighs batter your own in a matting press. Every slam of his hips into yours makes the couch beneath you spring your ass back up, chasing your best friend’s girth.

“Yeah?” he beats your insides with his cock, unforgiving and cruel and mouth-watering, “Said you couldn’t cum so easy, right?” he’s laughing while your thighs are shaking and you’re squeezing him raw, “So there’s no way you’re about to soak my dick, right?”

“N-no…!” you sputter, though immediately counteract the denial with a pure, low moan. Gasping sharply right as the pleasure welling in your gut spikes.

“That’s what I thought,” he grins blatantly into your cheek, pressing sloppy kisses there when he’s not busy shit-talking, “‘Cuz that’d be crazy. Either you’d be lying about what a slut you are, or I’m just the right one to be fucking you.”

“Not gonna cum,” your words are chopped through clenched teeth, chest snapping into Keigo’s as your back arches, and against all odds you’re miraculously climaxing, “Fuck, ah, shit, ohmygod, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Kei, Kei!”

“Crazy,” he coos, rudely never ceasing his thrusts through your orgasm.

And as soon as he’s finished, he fully plans on grilling you about why you don’t just ditch your schmuck boyfriend for a guy you really like.

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

quiet affection

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pairing: bf! yunho x gn! reader

↬ tags: i might just make sleepy fics my personality right now, super fluffy + written on a whim!, another short work hehet <3

summary: a sleepy, affectionate moment unfolds as he snuggles into your embrace on the sofa, finding comfort and warmth in your presence

word count: 397 words

you hear the soft pattering of his feet against the wooden flooring before you see him emerge in your line of vision. hair mused up, shirt askew and eyes barely opened, yunho makes his way towards you.

your relaxed form on the sofa jerked downwards as he sat down on it heavily, sleep lacing his veins. back leaning against the armrest, you secretly took a picture of him: all cuddly and tired.

"why didn't you join me..." he mumbles, making a face. yunho yawns, stretching a little before slumping back against the sofa. you couldn't help but melt at his actions, this side of him unknown to his friends.

"you were sleeping so soundly, body all sprawled out on the bed."

you even had a picture to prove that: you had to stifle your laughter when you found him sleeping in a less than ideal position. he awoken to your rustling as you were putting away your things, mumbling a "you're back..." and then falling back to sleep right after.

"i decided to let you have that proper rest and chose to lie down in the living room instead."

you propped up your legs closer to your body so that he could sit properly, but he chose to push your legs apart before slumping into your embrace, his body snuggled between your thighs and arms slung haphazardly around your middle.

"whatever. i want you to hold me now." yunho presses his face into your chest—much like a cat would—and you lightly chuckled at his actions.

"yes, yes. whatever you say."

switching your phone off, you soothed his already sleeping self, hands roaming up and down his back, just the way he likes it.

"good night again, yunho."

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[luvyeni]

lee haechan x fem bodied reader | warnings: 18+ content (mdni!!), face sitting , established relationship, mentions of a argument | words: 0.3k+ ~ (397) 🐻ㆍ₊⊹

I came across a video on twitter, and it made me think of this specific scenario. Free use with haechan — but it’s you who’s using haechan instead of vice versa…

“babe?” you called your boyfriend who sat in front of you, playing his stupid game. “hmm?” he barely acknowledged you, the game seemed to be more important than you. “I want you to get off the game and spend time with me.” You whined, sick of hearing the game music playing over and over. “just give me a minute baby.”

You were about to huff and fuss — when you thought back to a conversation you had with your boyfriend a week ago. “i’d let you use me whenever you wanted.” It didn’t surprise you that he said that, your boyfriend said things like that all the time, but this time you were gonna take him up on his offer.

You try and get his attention once more, with not much success — so you undressed yourself, taking off your sleep shorts, throwing them across the room, along with your tank top, letting your boob freely bounce. Sitting on your knees, you grabbed the back of your boyfriends head, he yelped in surprise. “baby.”

You pulled him down, he dropped his phone to his side, noticing your naked body . “babe when did you — hush, just eat.” You straddled his face, he groaned, your cunt close to his face, he immediately got hard. “fuck baby sit.”

You let out a moan as his mouth came into contact with your cunt. “mmh, fuck!” he licked your fold, burying his nose in your sweet scent, his cock hardening against his sweats. “fu-fuck haechan, more.” You reached down palming him through his pants, as you got yourself off on his face.

He hungrily lapped at your cunt, holding you down on his face, you gasped, feeling your orgasm approaching. “fuck fuck fuck!” you screamed. “i’m gonna cum.” He licked your folds faster. “fuck.” You cursed cumming all over his face.

Before he could try and escalate something, you climbed off his face, he looked at you confused. “what?” you shrugged. “remember last week, you said I could get use you when I wanted.” You smirked, climbing off the bed. “you can’t use what I say during sex against me.” He whined.

“too bad I just did, go back to playing your game.”

©LUVYENI

[friedfrieswhoishereforblogs]

𐙚 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐦

Sypnosis: You're a bit grumpy but no worries! Boothill is here to help with his sharp n sharky teeth. (Pure fluff, gn! Reader, pre-establish relationship, might be ooc idk, 397 word count.)

───〃 ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ───〃

To Boothill, you seemed a bit more stressed out. You were frowning most of the time, and you would make snarky comments to anyone who fell victim to your bad mood. Just overall very grumpy.

It must've been the relic farming for hours without getting a single good stat that stressed you out. He could see you pout from afar; it was a cute sight, but when anyone got close, you would snap at them.

So, Boothill tried to cheer you up. When he saw you sitting on the couch zoning out, he got closer to your face and started mimicking biting the air in front of you.

"Omnomnom, I'm gonna get ya," he said playfully, his shark teeth chomping down on the invisible barrier.

You blinked twice before asking, "What are you doing...?"

Even though you tried to maintain a frown, Boothill noticed the flicker of an amused smile on your lips, a subtle hint of your true feelings peeking through. He knew he was getting somewhere with his attempt to cheer you up.

As you spoke, asking him what he was doing, Boothill continued to mimic eating the air.

"I'm trying to eat ya," he replied with a playful tone, his shark teeth still pretending to munch on imaginary food. "I want to munch on that grumpy face of yours."

"Oh no... what shall I do?" You giggled at the sight. He felt happy seeing your mood lighten up because of him.

You then suddenly felt a tender kiss on your cheek instead of a bite. You flinched in surprise at the sensation but didn’t seem to mind it as much.

"Oh? I thought you were gonna devour me?" You smiled.

Boothill's lips lingered on your cheek for a moment before he pulled back, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Well, I suppose I changed my mind," he replied with a shrug, his smirk mirroring yours. "You see, darlin', your grumpy face tastes a bit too bitter for my liking. I'd rather taste something a little sweeter."

He leaned in closer, his body now hovering over yours, and his voice lowered to a teasing whisper. "And you're looking pretty sweet right now."

You could only chuckle in response. Boothill's metal heart practically leaped in his chest as he heard your soft chuckles, a sure sign of his small but significant victory in lifting your mood.

───〃 ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ───〃

Authors note: this is my first and last fic goodbye (unless if I have the impulsive motivation to make another one)

[jpnriikicore]

── the tides

paring charles leclerc x fem!surfer!reader, word count 397, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

you moved down to australia to have a break from your life in your hometown and felt like you needed a new scenery and change of speed. a step in the right direction after feeling so lost for so many years.

you turn down the dial on the radio and back in a parking spot next to an expensive car that definitely doesn’t have good parking skills. your in your baby blue bronaco getting her light pink surfboard with a white hibiscus on it out.

that’s how you’ve managed to end up here surfing in competitions. trotting down the same rickety wooden staircase trailed with grains of sand. your feet hitting the coarse feeling the same sand you and your friends play a fun game of volleyball in.

your hand raised to block the harsh sun rays away from your narrowing eyes. a certain guy spots your gaze who is attempting to ride waves, but failing horribly to do so. he’s wearing a wetsuit and his dark hair is dipping in salty water. his skills on the water aren’t super impressive and inexperienced. it was more comedic as it seemed like every time he mounted back onto the board he would fall off in just a matter of seconds. he managed to get into a crouched position only to lose his balance and fall head-first into the salty water. he seemed determined though. so, an a for effect you supposed.

once, you’ve reached the water deep enough you rode waves with ease. you paddle up to him offering him lessons forever how long he is staying in australia. not sparing a second he takes up your offer with a charming smile. he isn’t quite sure how he is going to meet up with you for lessons and attend his formula one duties, but all he is certain of is that he couldn’t pass up an opportunity with someone as pretty as you.

now, you don’t spend your nights with strangers, but maybe you could suffice just this once. sometimes tells you even with the short amount of time that he was spending here that you would be more well than acquainted after your interaction.

what you believed was going to be the last words you ever say to him which is "call me if you’re ever back in australia again."

oh, he most certainly called you.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[moamidzyism]

[1:30am] (l.mk)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 397 angst + fluff ౨ৎ // repost ୨୧ mark x fem!reader, established relationship, long distance relationship [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

you found yourself sitting at the edge of the bed, the soft glow of your closet light gently illuminating the otherwise dark room. it had been two long weeks since you and mark had spoken, and the pain from the argument that triggered this silent period was still fresh. taking a deep breath, you mustered the courage to click on his name in your contact list, your fingers trembling with a mix of uncertainty and longing.

your heart raced as the phone rang on the other end. finally, mark’s groggy voice resonated through the line. “hello?” he answered.

a tense silence hung in the air as you tried to find the right words to say.

“s-sorry,” your voice shook, “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have called you.”

“y/n? babe, what’s wrong?” you could sense him straightening up, concern evident in his tone.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“i don’t care that you woke me up. where are you? are you okay?”

the warmth in his voice pulled at your heartstrings. you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but your emotions were overwhelming. “i’m home. i’m fine,” you choked back sobs, trying to speak through your tears. “just wanted to hear your voice.”

“a mixture of relief and worry flooded mark’s voice, “please, please don’t apologize.”

“i just feel bad about how everything went down. i didn’t mean anything i said.”

“it’s not your fault at all.” mark reassured you.”i haven’t been making you a priority. i could feel it too, that we were drifting away, but i don’t know. i guess i was stressed about work and everything.” he confesses. “i should have been honest with you and spoken with you. i never want to make your feel like you’re doing this by yourself.”

his vulnerability tugged at your heart. this was what you wanted from the start: for him to be honest with you. for a moment, there is another long silence on your line. “baby, are you there?” he asks softly.

“yeah,” your voice cracked. “yeah, i’m here.”

“please don’t cry, baby.” i never want to make my girl cry.”

“i know. i’m trying to not cry.” you wipe your tears with the back of your hands. “i just missed you so much.”

“i miss you too. i promise baby, i’m going to try and be there for you.”

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[goldfades]

🌱 jack hughes agreeing to watch your favorite movie on movie night instead of his

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐯𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 | jh⁸⁶

♡ ─ word count | 397

♡ ─ warnings | nothing but sweet fluff, jack being a tom cruise dickrider (jk)

♡ ─ ev's notes | IM ON MY LOVE ISLAND KICK LEAVE ME ALONE

"Jack."

You pouted as Jack scrolled through Amazon, trying to find a good movie to watch. He wanted to watch Top Gun Maverick for the 3rd time this month. It wasn't even the original Top Gun but he still insists on watching it every time you wanted to have a movie night.

Jack looked back at you, smirking as he caught your pouty expression. You continued your pout in hopes of swaying him to change his mind. "I thought you liked Top Gun Maverick."

"I did, before we watched it 5 million times." You exaggerated, frowning. "I'm pretty sure I can recite the whole movie by now."

Jack laughed as he shook his head. "Come on, baby, it's so good. And besides, it's not like I'm making you watch it alone," Jack replied with a teasing smile. "Think of it as our go-to movie, our comfort film."

You sighed dramatically, resting your chin on your hand. "Comfort film is one thing, Jack, but this is turning into a Top Gun Maverick marathon. I'm starting to dream about fighter jets and Maverick in my sleep."

Jack let out another laugh, enjoying how much he was annoying you. He raised an eyebrow, considering your request. "Alright, alright. I guess I can give it a break for one night."

Your eyes lit up with a smile. "Oh my god, finally." You let out a sigh of relief. "Let's watch Love Island!"

Jack pretended to be annoyed, giving you a short glare before searching it up. "Seriously?" Jack teased, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Alright, fine, we'll watch Love Island."

"I've had to watch all that fighter jet shit all month long." You glared at him but you knew he secretly really enjoyed it. You know for a fact he loves all the drama that comes with Love Island - oh, and their funny accents too.

After turning on Love Island, Jack was invested by the end of the episode. You stared at him as he watched the TV, a smirk playing on your lips. You wanted to tell him "told ya so" but you loved seeing him so invested.

He finally noticed and looked at you, shaking his head. "Shut up."

You laughed and turned your focus back to the TV, knowing that you had found a new show that you and Jack could binge together.

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[im-ovulating]

(A/n: More Bucky Brainrot™)

(Once again, I'm posting these to get them out of my brain, I do/will not write for Marvel as part of my blog's major content; every now and then I will post something Marvel though...)

Word Count: 397

Summary: Bucky can't help the way his mind wanders when he looks at you.

Warnings: Explicit thoughts- mouth fucking, lipstick ring/mark kink

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader: Sometimes I Fuck You in My Head

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It's not his fault.

You just look too good when you speak so passionately.

Not that he's hearing a single word leaving you -he's not intentionally ignoring you, he just can't shake the thought that your glossy lips would look so good wrapping around something other than your words.

The soft, sheer pink creating a ring around the base of his cock as precum and spit dribble down your chin, sliding down the column of your neck and disappearing between the valley of your breasts. How shiny his cock becomes as it gets painted with your saliva.

His hand in your hair guides you to take him faster as his head gets thrown back, a guttural groan leaving his parted lips as you hollow your cheeks.

"That's it, Doll." He rasps. "Look at you, takin' me so well."

You gag a bit when he bucks his hips at a particularly sharp suck, eyes rolling back as you feel his flared tip slip to the back of your throat.

"Fuck-"

It's when he tilts his head back down, meeting your half-lidded gaze that he comes undone.

He can't help it when you're looking at him so fucked out. Cheeks wet with tears and mascara runs and lips swollen as you eagerly suck him off.

His hot cum shoots into your mouth, filling it until it spills out the corners to join the mess of your face. You swallow as much as you can before licking him clean of the salty release. Looking up at him, your lips part to mutter his name.

"Bucky?"

"What?" Confused by the tone of your voice, he can't help but furrow his brows.

"Bucky?? Are you even listening to me?"

Bucky shakes his head as your voice brings him back to reality.

Your hands are on your hips as you level him with a lifted brow.

The light of the kitchen making the lines of your face all the more intimidating.

"Uh- Yes?" Please don't ask him to repeat anything...

"Okay, then what color do you think I should paint my nails for the party tonight? Red or Black?"

Thank fuck.

"Definitely red.

"I was talking about a Karen I had to deal with at the store earlier, not nail polish." You grab your drink and go to leave, pausing in the doorway as you turn back to him.

"And there's no party."

[my-castles-crumbling]

remain - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 397

James was confused.

Not that that was abnormal. He was a smart person, but love was confusing. Especially with Regulus.

But he was extra confused. Because Regulus was being extra confusing.

One second he was even more standoffish than normal, avoiding James completely and cancelling plans. The next second, he was initiating more affection than he ever had before (not that James minded this. He loved a needy Regulus).

Why? James wasn't sure. Until he'd brought it up to Remus, who had looked at him like he had three heads and reminded him that Regulus was to remain at Hogwarts next year while James was to graduate. And maybe Regulus was feeling insecure about that?

James was shocked, to be sure. Regulus had never shown any sort of dependence when it came to him. And real need for him. James was the needy one. So it took him a bit it bring it up. But later, Regulus cancelled their Hogsmeade date again, citing the fact that he had other plans, avoiding James's eyes as he did so and looking harried.

So James said it before he could stop himself. "Are you nervous, Reg? That I won't be here next year? That I'll...leave you? Is that why you're being so....you're like, pulling away?"

And Regulus turned and given him a completely startled look. "I...no!" He shouted, looking like a child caught with a stolen candy bar.

But it was warmth that spread through James at that reaction. Regulus needed him? Was nervous to be without him? He rushed forward to where Regulus was now turned away, shifting his weight from foot to foot, looking completely caught off-guard. "Reg? Darling?" He all-but scooped Regulus up in his arms, turning him to face him, using a finger to tilt his chin up so their eyes met. "Are you scared, Reggie?"

"No..." Regulus protested, but there were tears in his eyes now, which was a very rare sight.

"Regulus...if you think a silly little six hundred kilometers will keep us apart, you're barking," James whispered vehemently. "You will grow so sick of my fire calls and letters and visits during Hogsmeade, you will be leaving me. Alright?"

Regulus shifted, looking reassured. "I-yeah?" he whispered hopefully, obviously still not daring to admit he was scared.

"Yes," James nodded, grinning. "Now go get dressed. We have a date, love."

[marigold-hills]

@wolfstarmicrofic | September 7th: Trophy Room | 397 words

@goldenprophetwrites this is your fault for showing me that space buns picture :):):)

Many years later, Remus would remember this as a turning point: a week before graduation, the four of them in the Trophy Room as James got a plaque with his name engraved set into crimson-red fabric to laud his achievements. 

James Potter, it read, Chaser. 1978

It was the middle of the day. McGonagall spoke shortly but proudly: about exceptional talent and the work to back it up. James beamed. Peter wolf whistled when the plaque was presented. Sirius…

Well. Sirius.

Remus should have been watching James. It was a huge moment, a culmination of the years of early morning runs and rainy day practices. He was so very proud of him.

But.

No force on earth could tear his gaze away from Sirius. Wild thestrals wouldn’t move it.

Because Sirius had half his hair down, as he usually did. Soft, lovely waves. But instead of the haphazard half bun with a wand stuck through it, he’d twisted the rest of the hair into two little buns at the top of his head.

Space buns, Lily had said. Very cute. 

There were bits of it that had come loose, framing his face. There were little curls frizzing from the buns. There were two clips holding them up.

A moon, and a star.

When Remus was a child his mum told him all about pulling girls' pigtails, and he thought: that’s ridiculous. No thank you. Now, presented with Sirius like this, he suddenly understood. He’d give a lot to be able to pull it. Just a bit, not to let it loose but enough that Sirius would feel it. To see if his head would follow or if he’d protest, if he’d fight it or if he’d submit. How the rest of it would look wrapped around Remus’ fingers, spread on his pillow, tousled in the night or smothered in the early morning.

There was nothing, ever, not once, that he wanted to know more.

Sirius, as he must have felt the intense not-stopping haze boring into the back of his head, turned around. Noticed something in the way Remus looked at him that couldn’t have been hidden even if he had the mind to try. The grin that split his face fortold nothing - or everything - good to come.

He reached his hand up into his own hair, and, ever so softly, just to show he could, tugged. 

[niki-phoria]

the look of love, the rush of blood

pairing: kim jiwoong x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 397

notes: cinema paradise jiwoong my beloved <33 this is very short but i'm a little rusty, inspo from this prompt list by @thepromptswhisperer, not proofread, pls forgive any mistakes!! i've had this song stuck in my head all day lmao, title from arctic monkeys - no.1 party anthem

shivers race down KIM JIWOONG’S spine as you casually brush your hand through his hair, twisting the soft strands between your fingertips. your knuckles brush against the edge of his jawline, trailing against his sharp features and smooth skin. 

the comfortable silence that has settled over your apartment is only occasionally broken by the quiet chirps from nearby birds. sunlight fills the room, painting the world gold. hues of purples and pinks dance in the sky above but your gaze remains trained on the man lying beneath you. “you’re so handsome, jiwoong,” you murmur quietly. 

“really?” he chuckles, shifting slightly to look up at you. his eyes shine the colour of honey in the sunlight - as captivating as the artwork that lines the walls of various museums. jiwoong smiles brightly at you. “you think so?”

“of course i do.” stray strands of bleached blonde hair frame jiwoong’s face. your hands ghost against the faux freckles littering his flushed cheeks, careful not to smudge the makeup. blood rushes to jiwoong’s face, staining his ears with a bright pink tint. “you’re blushing,” you tease.

jiwoong laughs. he raises his hands to his face as he twists away from you, halfheartedly hiding behind the sleeves of his hoodie. his eyes crinkle into soft crescents as he smiles. “i can’t help it when you look at me like that.” 

his voice has fallen to just above a whisper; the words are barely audible over the gently whistling wind. your hand has fallen slightly, now gingerly tugging jiwoong’s hand into your own as you unconsciously intertwine your fingers together. 

“you’re beautiful, jiwoong,” you murmur. you can feel the heat rising to his face once again as you cup his cheeks in your hands with a soft smile. “the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen.” 

jiwoong sits up, running a hand through his already messy hair as he shifts to sit beside you. his knee brushes against your own when he leans in, gently meeting his lips against your own in a sweet kiss. your bodies move together effortlessly, like two puzzle pieces meeting in a seamless rhythm. your hands snake around his shoulders as his find your waist, tugging you even closer. “i love you,” he whispers breathlessly. jiwoong’s forehead rests against your own as you smile brightly. 

“i love you, too,” you murmur before pressing your lips against his once more. 

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[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

his arms, your comfort

↖ navigation: ateez masterlist || main masterlist 

pairing: bf! ateez x gn! reader

↬ tags: established relationship!, trying something else this post ^^, feel-good vibes always, very self-indulgent because i want hugs too <3

summary: short blurbs of hugging scenarios with them

word count: 397 words

ᯓ★ kim hongjoong

he feels your presence in the room and raised his gaze to meet yours. as soon as you approach him with tired eyes and opened arms, he mirrors your actions and you speed up towards him. he easily brings you unto his embrace and holds you tight, just the way you like it.

ᯓ★ park seonghwa

he comes home and without hesitating, he seeks you first. he drops his bag and kicks off his shoes by the door. he finds you half-asleep on the sofa waiting for him, and immediately lifts the comforter off you, earning him a soft whine. he slots himself in your arms and contentedly sighs, drifting off to sleep.

ᯓ★jung yunho

when his hands land on your arms, he is quick to pull you in and slow to let you go. arms going around your shoulders and your waist, his bigger frame soothes your frazzled mind, acting like a weighted blanket. he loves when you completely relax under his touch and ministrations, fighting back the urge to coo at you.

ᯓ★ kang yeosang

not the biggest fan of physical affection, but is somehow the one who enjoys it the most between the two of you. he won't ever admit it: he feels loved and appreciated when you hug him and comb your hands through his hair. definitely the type to play it cool when in actuality he's so down for cuddles.

ᯓ★ song mingi

with him, hugs are the first and the last highlights of the day. he starts the day charging up by sleepily hugging you, his heavy arms draped around your middle which prevented you from getting up. by the end of the day, he finds solace in you, laying his tired self atop you and falling asleep to the sound of your gentle breathing.

ᯓ★ jung wooyoung

this man is naturally clingy, he would not let you go. acts mock-hurt if you decide to leave his (very warm and comfortable) embrace. despite his silly antics, he can be quite the serious (and devoted) hugger. he holds you like you're his everything, as if you would disappear (you won't but wooyoung likes to be dramatic).

ᯓ★ choi san

somehow he knows when you need the hug before you do. he is attuned to your emotions, so the moment your voice comes through the phone call, he interrupts you: telling you to come home ASAP so he can give you that hug. his hold is not tight, yet it encompasses you so that you can feel that he is hear with you, grounding you.

ᯓ★ choi jongho

dare you say, hugging jongho feels like you're hugging a teddy bear. he finds it funny that you delight so much in just holding him. reciprocates your big bear hugs all the time, making sure to hold you tight to the extend you're laughing and smacking him to let you go. his hugs definitely recharge you when you need it the most

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