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♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You go through a whirlwind of emotions when drunk.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: drunk!reader, Reader annoying Sirius

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: James Potter x drunk!Reader

You were slumped between James and Sirius, giggling uncontrollably, your legs swinging off the armrest of the couch as you hiccuped. The room was warm, and everything felt so funny. Especially Sirius's hair.

"You know what, Pads?" you slurred, poking Sirius in the cheek. "You look like a... a giant poodle. But a mean one. Like, the poodles at the dog shows that bite people."

Sirius's jaw dropped. “A poodle? You—no, absolutely not. I am—what did you say I was, James?”

James was trying not to laugh. "Uh, majestic, I think."

"Majestic!" Sirius pointed at you dramatically, like that would prove his point.

You snorted so hard you almost fell off the couch, but James caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist and steadying you. "Sure, sure, 'Padfoot the Majestic Poodle.'"

"It's mostly because of your hair—" you giggled, reaching out to pat the top of his head, missing entirely and booping his nose instead. "It's so fluffy, like a big, angry puppy!"

Sirius frowned, swatting your hand away dramatically. "I am not a dog, and my hair is majestic, thank you very much."

"Fluffy," you repeated, poking him in the cheek now. "Sirius, fluffy like a… like a poodle!"

James tried to hold back a laugh as Sirius looked properly offended, folding his arms with a huff. "Are you serious?"

You snorted at his pun. "No, you’re Sirius!"

Remus groaned from beside Peter. "Oh no. Not this again."

Peter shook his head, barely holding back his own giggles. "Here we go…"

“Are you lot serious right now?” Sirius grumbled, crossing his arms. “A poodle. Really.”

“Sirius is serious,” you added, and then cracked up at your own joke. “Sirius is Sirius—wait, Remus, did you hear that? It’s his name.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, we got it.”

“But I’m not a poodle,” Sirius muttered, still offended, while you continued to giggle.

James still eyed the bottle of firewhiskey in your hand like he wanted to take it away. Not that you noticed. Nope. You were too busy trying to poke Sirius in the cheek.

“You’ve got—got something there,” you slurred, leaning in far too close to Sirius’s face.

“What? Where?” Sirius asked, looking genuinely concerned as he wiped at his cheek. “Did I get dirt on me?”

“Yeah, it’s called your face,” you giggled, falling back onto James and laughing like it was the funniest thing you’d ever said.

Sirius gasped dramatically, hand over his heart. “How dare you! James, do you hear this? Your girlfriend is cruel.”

You waved him off, turning your attention back to James, who was trying not to smile. “He’s just mad ‘cause he’s not as pretty as you,” you said, squinting up at James like you were stating the most obvious fact in the world. You reached out and patted his face, a little too hard. “So. Pretty.”

James chuckled, grabbing your hand before you could slap him again. “Alright, love, I think you’ve had enough for one night.”

“Noooooo,” you whined, stretching out the word. “M’fine, Jamie. Look! I can sit up perfectly straight.” You immediately leaned to the side, almost toppling over onto Peter, who yelped and quickly scooted out of the way.

“Maybe… maybe a little too much,” Remus said from beside Peter, watching with raised eyebrows.

“Remus!” you called, throwing your arms out toward him. “You’re so boring, you know that?”

“Hey, I like boring,” Peter mumbled from his chair, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, Wormtail likes boring!” you repeated, pointing to Peter like he was your greatest proof.

You sat up suddenly, looking around the room, eyes wide and dramatic. “Wait. Wait. You guys can’t ever leave me, okay? Promise.”

The Marauders exchanged confused looks. “Uh—okay?” Peter said hesitantly.

“I’m serious—not like Sirius serious—" you hiccuped, "But you guys can’t leave. We have to stay friends forever or I’ll—I’ll hex all of you!” You threw your hands up, trying to look menacing, but it came off more like a flailing octopus.

James quickly wrapped his arms around you as you dramatically collapsed into his chest. “Love, we’re not going anywhere.”

“Speak for yourself,” Sirius muttered, though he was still looking somewhat offended by your earlier insult. “I don’t think I can handle another ‘your face is the problem’ comment.”

But you weren’t having it. You pointed a shaky finger at them, wobbling slightly. “You better not, Sirius Black! Or I’ll—” You narrowed your eyes dramatically, trying to look intimidating. “I’ll hex you into next week! I know spells, you know!”

James bit his lip, trying not to laugh as Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What spells?”

“Spells!” you repeated, waving your hands in the air as if that was a valid explanation. “Dangerous ones!”

Peter snorted. “I’m terrified.”

Sirius held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright! Merlin, you’re scary when you’re drunk.”

“Good,” you said, immediately softening. “Because I love you guys, even though Sirius is a poodle, and Remus won’t laugh at my jokes, and Peter—well, Pete, you’re just so cute, aren’t you?”

“Thanks,” Peter mumbled.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you reached out, pulling all of them into a big, awkward group hug. “I just love you guys, okay? Don’t leave me… ever.”

James chuckled, his hand warm on your back. "Alright, let's get you to bed, yeah?"

“I don’t wanna go to bed,” you pouted, leaning into James like a rag doll. “I wanna stay here and annoy Sirius more.”

“I’m not listening to this nonsense,” Sirius huffed, throwing his hands up.

“Oh, but Sirius—don’t you wanna cuddle like a big, fluffy dog?” you teased, blinking innocently.

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re going to regret this in the morning.”

James stood up, pulling you gently with him. “C’mon, love, you’re barely standing.”

“Wait, no, no, no—you're all amazing, even you, Remus, boring and all.” You paused, eyes widening as if you had just realized something horrible. “Wait—don’t ever leave me, guys.”

Your lower lip started to wobble.

“Don’t leave me! You can’t! What if you just disappeared? Poof! Gone! And I’m all alone. I’ll die. I’ll actually die.”

James squeezed your hand, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I think you’re driving everyone mad, love.”

You looked up at him, beaming. “But not you, right, Jamie?” you gushed, running your fingers through his messy hair, making it even worse. “You’re perfect, James Potter. Like… a Quidditch god! And your glasses are so… shiny.”

Sirius fake gagged. “Ugh, I’m gonna be sick.”

“Shush, poodle!” you shot back at him, your words blending together into a cute mess of slurs. “You’re just jealous ‘cause James is my shiny glasses boy.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but there was a fond smile tugging at his lips. Peter was full-on laughing now, while James was just gazing at you, completely smitten.

You huffed but allowed him to help you stand. “You’re the best, James,” you said, leaning heavily on him as he started to guide you toward the stairs.

“You’re pretty great yourself,” James chuckled, tightening his grip on your waist so you wouldn’t stumble.

Just before you reached the dormitory, you stopped, looking up at him with bleary eyes. “No, really, Jamie. You’re the best. Don’t ever change.”

James grinned down at you, his heart melting a little. “I won’t, love. Now let’s get you to bed before you start threatening to hex me too.”

You smiled sleepily, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “I’d never hex you. You’re too pretty.”

And with that, you were out, leaving James with a fond smile and the rest of the Marauders shaking their heads behind him.

Downstairs, Sirius was still sulking. “A poodle… unbelievable.”

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[chrismcshell]

last night i watched someone play through the first couple hours of hi-fi rush again, and this might have been a bad idea because now i am once again HAUNTED by how good this game looks and how good its soundtrack is and how much i want to play it. help

[creativepromptsforwriting]

How to show emotions

Part IV

How to show bitterness

tightness around their eyes

pinched mouth

sour expression on their face

crossed arms

snorting angrily

turning their eyes upward

shaking their head

How to show hysteria

fast breathing

chest heaving

trembling of their hands

weak knees, giving in

tears flowing down their face uncontrollably

laughing while crying

not being able to stand still

How to show awe

tension leaving their body

shoulders dropping

standing still

opening mouth

slack jaw

not being able to speak correctly

slowed down breathing

wide eyes open

softening their gaze

staring unabashingly

How to show shame

vacant stare

looking down

turning their head away

cannot look at another person

putting their head into their hands

shaking their head

How to show being flustered

blushing

looking down

nervous smile

sharp intake of breath

quickening of breath

blinking rapidly

breaking eye contact

trying to busy their hands

playing with their hair

fidgeting with their fingers

opening mouth without speaking

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[temptacioun]

yandere ! izuku midoriya

pt1?

“oh, bunny.”

his voice rings like poison in your ears ; so sickeningly sweet when he coos that damn pet name. he’s disappointed, you're aware. of what, you're not quite sure — it could be the fact that you’re hiding from him when you should’ve been greeting him at the door. throwing your arms around his shoulders and peppering his face in sweet kisses. but not today.

“you know i’ll find you, right? there’s no point in hiding.” you know that, but that doesn’t stop you from trying.

you could hear the heavy thud of his footsteps outside the door, the key inside the lock a pathetic attempt to stop him for even just a second. when both of you knew he could easily bust down that door without a struggle.

you’re cowering in the closet, legs pulled to your chest with an arm wrapped around your knees — fingers clutching a kitchen knife. your other hand was folded over your lips to stifle your breathing and quieten those cries that spilled uncontrollably.

you could hear the doorknob wriggling, a groan of frustration before his fist thumps against the door and the sound alone makes you flinch. “if you be a good girl and come out now,” he rasps, and drags his nails along the wood. “it won’t hurt too much.”

that's a lie, and you know it. izuku doesn’t even have to get rough for it to hurt ; though rationally thinking you knew it would be better to give up and try to lessen the intensity of his punishment. but the nervous pitter-patter of your heart held you back, cowering in the corner of the closet.

it’s silent then, for what seems like an eternity before you could hear the door break and the wood crack under his strength — just like you thought he would. his steps are methodical, easily bringing him over to the closet within seconds and he nearly rips the doors from the hinges.

you can’t even scream, staring up at those emerald eyes like a deer struck in headlights, clutching the kitchen knife tightly in your hands. he looks almost innocent, like the little boy you used to know ; if it weren’t for that sickening smile on his lips. his eyes flicker down to the weapon clutched in your grip and he chuckles.

“were you planning to hurt me with that, little bunny?” you were, but now it seemed like your body froze, preparing for that promised punishment. his hand reaches out and you flinch, eyes screwed shut, what you can’t see can’t hurt you. but the hit never comes, instead, his fingers trail the curve of your jaw and down the length of your throat. it’s an almost gentle touch and you peek your eyes open carefully.

izuku’s squat in front of you, head tilted to the side and he looks almost hurt by your actions. “why do you hide from me, hm?” his thumb strokes over your pulse point, noting with amusement how quick your heart must be beating ; he loved it when you were terrified of him, it made it all too easy. “i just want you to love me, is that too much to ask?”

it wasn’t, but you’ve come to learn that such questions are never good. he asks them with such a gentle voice and such pretty eyes, you’re almost tricked to think he could never hurt you. but you’re once again proven wrong when his slender fingers curl around your throat and squeeze.

your hands drop the knife instinctively in favor of curling around his wrist, eyes wide in a blind panic when you should be used to this already. he pulls you in with one hand, until you’re on your knees and your face close enough to be touching noses. “now what will you do to make it up for me, hm?” he raises an eyebrow at you, and your heart sinks when you hear the all too familiar sound of his belt sliding out of his pants.

“you’ll have to work for forgiveness, my precious bunny.”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡A Lesson in Perseverance｡⋆.

Sherlock Holmes x plus size reader

The day has come where Sherlock finally takes you, even if he is far too big

Warnings: size kink, established relationship, virgin!reader, wedding night, Sherlock is a teasing shit, fingering, smut, unprotected sex

WC: 684

Minors DNI

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He looked godly like this, doused in flickering candle light, his curls wild atop his head as sweat dripped down his brow. He flooded your vision, he was the only thing you could see, the only anchor you had left to reality.

Pleasure had easily built in your belly, your husband driving you to the edge just as easily as he would solve a case or string the bow for his violin. You grasp for him, needing to touch his skin, to know he’s real. “Sherlock.” You mewled, your voice already fucked out and raspy.

He smirks. “That’s it darling.” He cooed, his voice dropped even lower, a mere rumbling growl in his broad chest. He had waited oh so patiently for this day and now that it was here, he would savour every delicious second of it. “Give in, let yourself open up.” A thick finger moved from your bundle of nerves down to your opening. 

His thick body was nestled comfortably between your thighs, keeping you spread open and vulnerable for him. One large hand cupped your mound possessively as his fingers explored the soft flesh. You whimpered and whined with each touch, desperate for more but terrified of what was to come. The cold metal of his wedding band cutting through the heat between your legs. The ripped remains of your wedding gown lay beneath you like a white flag of surrender, evidence of your husband’s need for your body. 

With trembling hands, you reached for him again but he smirked wickedly, his blue eyes glinting in the low candlelight and pushed your touch away, pinning your wrists to your plush stomach with one mighty hand. “Do not be so impatient. I have been waiting for this day since I first saw you- you can handle a few more moments.” You attempted to disagree but instead a moan slipped from your lips as his middle finger finally breached you.

Your cunt burned even with a stretch as small as one of his fingers but as your husband curled his knuckles, ecstasy washed over you like a comforting wave. Your eyelids fluttered as you struggled to take in a breath. And right as your back arched from the bed, your lungs finally filling with air, a second finger joined the first.

Pleasure ricocheted through you, tearing you apart and pulling you back together all at the same time. Sherlock’s smile grew darker as he watched you crumble. He had spent months thinking about this day, this moment. You were bound to him for all eternity, the perfect bride meant for him.

“I think you’re ready for me now my darling.” Sherlock withdrew his hand slowly, drinking down the gasps that escaped your lips, savouring each and every mewl. His fingers shone with your release which he eagerly licked up. “Divine. I think I will feast on you every chance I get.” You gave an embarrassed whine and turned your head away from your husband.

“Now now wife. I won’t have any of that.” He guided your gaze back to him, forcing you to look upon his large frame as he towered over you. “Your eyes will remain on me as I fuck that perfect cunt of yours.” 

After a moment, he seemed satisfied that you would not look away again, so he released your jaw, letting his hands wander down the length of your soft body until he reached your wide hips. “My beautiful wife.” That was all the warning he gave before the crown of his cock was notched at your entrance and he slowly thrust into your weeping cunt.

Pain. That was all you felt, like the sting of an insect that only grew more intense with each passing second. Your fingernails bit into Sherlock’s broad side. “Too big.” Your body was on fire, an uncontrollable flame that your husband’s lust fuelled. 

His head rolled back between his broad shoulders as he moaned, his hands gripping your wide hips even tighter. He forced even more of his considerable length inside you. “Do not fret wife, we have only to persevere.”

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HEARTS IN THE MARGINS — chapter 10 : afterparty

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The sound of cars overwhelms you while you are carpooling with minji, yujin, and shotaro. In your hands is a handmade picket of a cute boy. taro, the boy beside you in the backseat, sees you looking at the picket and smirks teasingly.

”wanna see him huh?” he asks, keeping the smirk that you were very embarrassed to see.

You deny quietly, trying to avert the gaze of the boy, instead looking outside for a few seconds.

”no, it’s just…” you pause, attempting to gather your thoughts, you eyes leer around the vehicles and bright lights outside the window, “excited to see the whole group perform”, you finished, trying to put emphasis on the word ‘whole’.

taro playfully shoves you while giggling softly, “okayyyy,” he said teasingly, not believing you, “make sure you look at hoon too okay,”

You just rolled your eyes from all the teasing coming from taro. You try and mask your excitement from scrolling on social media but everyone in the car knows what you would be looking at when you would start giggling at a photo on your phone.

yujin, in the passenger's seat, turns around and jokes, “they definitely fucked,” That comment left you flustered, lowering your head and avoiding their eye contact. “why else did y/n change our plans last minute?” yujin continued.

“funny joke,” you tried to play it off, “nothing happened though,” you continued, trying to downplay the event. Even though you were trying to avoid the attention, everyone’s eyes were on you, how could they not though? you are never this flusted to a simple joke by yunjin. you would always just fight back verbally or physically (jokingly ofc).

“did something bad happen, y/n?” taro asks, his face softens, demeanor different, clearly worried that something happened to you.

”nope, nothing you should be worried about,” you answered, not sure if you should continue but you inevitably do, “jake told me he liked me,” and like that it was as if you were in that library with him when you first met, the car was dead silent. shotaro and yujins faces form open mouths with the absolute bomb you just dropped. minji, who is half listening because she’s driving, looks at the situation from the rear-view mirror, “what just happened?” minji asks, yet her question goes unanswered.

“no fucking way” taro mumbles under his breath, “y/n pulled jake.”

”no it’s just…” you pause, trying to gather your ideas and choose the right words, “i can’t tell if it’s like that y’know, he didn’t say it like he liked me like that” you confess to the others.

”why don’t you ask him at the afterparty? we’re all going to go,” yujin suggests, trying to cheer you up.

you give him a quiet nod before sitting back into your seat left with your thoughts once again. It wasn’t long before you finally arrived and took you seats in your seat. Thankfully, because you knew sunghoon, you guys were all able to snatch front row seats. shortly after you guys took your seats, the lights switch off to let the performers walk on.

when the lights switch on you eyes are immediately caught on him, wearing a black, wide jeans, a dress shirt, and a tie. simple, yet jaw dropping. so jaw dropping, in fact, that all it took was him spotting you in the crowd and winking at you to make you fully fold, face fully flushed. He also definitely saw the picket and let out a hearty giggle while performing. his smile was perfect, prettier than anything you’ve seen before. sunghoon caught your reaction and gave a soft laugh as well.

everything after that moment felt like a blur, and the next thing you remember was stopping by the afterparty.

the group of dumbasses reunited, now with sunghoon joining, still in his outfit similar to jake’s.

“shit, you guys ate,” minji comments, “you mean ah-tee?” shotaro adds on. everybody laughs uncontrollably, sunghoon made that same mistake on stage when they were doing a mini interview after their performance. “oh my god. i was nervous guys.” sunghoon mumbles, it’s funny to see him embarrassed like this because he’s never like this.

everyone decides to take a shot, “shit, why does soju kinda hit hard” you comment, “i think you’re just bad at drinking,” yujin says while laughing. meanwhile a group of boys caught your eyes, it was the dance group sunghoon is a part of. sunghoon takes notice of this.

“want me to introduce you?” sunghoon asks, with a slight hint of teasing but you could tell that it wasn’t his intention.

you wouldn’t mind taking his offer but just the idea of getting to know them is kind of scary to you. nevertheless you give sunghoon a slight nod as you follow him to the group.

as you greet and give slight bows to the new faces you notice jake wasn’t there. you feel slightly disappointed but it’s nice to at least get to know them.

jungwon grabs and shakes your hand, “hi y/n so nice to meet you!” he says with a big smile, you couldn’t believe he was their leader, he was simply too cute to be one. you return the greeting and another person gives you a soft wave. it was sunoo, also really cute. why are they all so cute? and just when you thought that, you spot a tall figure, riki. you sat there, surprised to hear that he was their youngest. you shake your head to focus back to the conversation.

“do you guys know where the others are?” jungwon asks you two. you shake your head.

“no idea where heeseung and jay are, they probably headed home to play games and sleep.” sunghoon joked, “jake is probably with emilie,” he added on. you give him a confused look but look over it. it was probably one of his friends. after all you don’t really have anything going on with him, at least you think so.

after all of that alcohol and water to wash it down, you begin to get the urge to use the bathroom. at least now you are acquainted with the members you met, enough to excuse yourself to the bathroom without feeling embarrassed. as you walk off, the alcohol makes you feel slightly dizzy and nauseous, but not nauseous enough to notice a familiar figure down the hall to the washroom.

you walk closer to see that it's jake, that cute, hot, aussie boy you know. you could see his beautiful smile once again but not towards you this time. the closer you look you notice that he’s not alone and see another figure, a feminine one. she pulls alongs jake’s tie to tug him towards the bathroom flirtatiously. her arms wrapped around him, where the door to the bathroom closes suddenly.

what had happened had left you stunned and now with both the alcohol, and watching the scene before you leaves you with small tears forming in your eyes that eventually burst into bigger ones. you speed walk away, trying to keep control of your crying to make it quieter but the feeling just keep leaking out. now the crying is combined with random thoughts stroming your mind, ‘he probably didn’t even like me,’ ‘he didn't mean it like that,’ ‘i’m such an idiot,’. your thoughts were interrupted as you bump into a tall figure. the man looks down at you and when you look up at him with semi-red, teary eyes you were able to distinguish that it was one of sunghoon’s friends, heeseung.

heeseung sees the sadened state your in and tries to offer help, “shit, y/n your drunk as fuck. let me get you a ride home,” he says, not knowing your situation and excuses the crying for you being drunk. he doesn’t want to push for any information since he just met you but leaving you there would be too much for him.

The sounds of the party fades as you and heeseung head to his car, his hand on your back trying to comfort you further.

“jesus y/n, next time try to drink less,” heeseung jokes, trying to lighten the mood, and oddly enough your crying started to subside. it was still there of course but you weren’t bawling your eyes anymore. once you plopped in the passenger seat of heeseung’s car it wasn’t too long before you dozed off and passed out.

heeseung would take you to your place but he forgot to ask before he left so he just takes you to his dorm which is shared with sunoo. he tries to poke you awake but you don’t wake up so he carries you all the way to his bed leaves you there as he sets up a seperate one of the floor for himself.

you are soon overtaken by the many events that happened recently to actually get up and your body forces you to rest in the sweet embrace of sleep.

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[owlbeforesunrise]

Forget all the slow dancing

Pairing: Seungmin x chubby!Reader Summary: While with your friend you, you play fight and that makes the evening go a little different than expected Genre: Smut Au/Trope: smau Warning: P in v Rating: Mature Word Count: 801

You were hanging out in your apartment with your friend Seungmin. You both were sitting on the sharing a blanket as the temperature dropped. You were rewatching a movie you had watched a million times to feel that familiar comfort. You were being kind of annoying, poking fun at him and you must have said something that pushed his buttons a little too much. Seungmin quickly grabs both of your wrists and pushes you onto your back, laying in between your legs preventing you from moving at all.

“Stop!” He said, a smile creeping onto his lip as he looked down at you. It was kinda weird to be this close to Seungmin, you weren’t very affectionate with one another. You looked into the darkness of his irises and noted how his hair fell around his face from his position. 

“Fine!” You giggled breathlessing, smiling widely. A few seconds passed before Seungmin seemed to realise your close proximity. He let go of your wrists and leaned his elbow on either side of you, relaxing between your legs. His smile relaxed as he looked intently into your eyes, as if he was looking for something. In this position you slowly noticed how attractive Seungmin was.Your eyes trail from his eyes and look down his nose until you are met with his lips. You noticed the defined shape of his cupid's bow, the pink blush of the skin and how his lips are slightly parted. Breaking out of your trance your eyes quickly darted to his, noticing how was also staring at your lips. The light hearted energy in the room slightly shifted to something more electric. Seungmin slowly leaned closer, closing the gap between you two. You feel the warmth of his lightly mingling with yours. His scent fills your senses, a woodsy citrus scent emitting from him. Your eyes fluttered close as felt the tip of his nose tickling your cheek, the feeling making you take in a breath. Finally he pressed his lips against yours, sighing into the kiss, placing his hand on your jaw, his palm resting on the side of your neck . You deepened the kiss moving your lips insync, you parted your lips and he gently pushed his tongue between your lips. You passionately kissed and felt the softness of his tongue caressing your own. He let go of your jaw and gripped your plush thigh, making you wrap your legs around him. As the kiss continued you placed your hands on the waistband of his jeans tracing one of your underneath his shirt feeling his smooth skin. Seungmin quickly removed his shirt and began leaving a trail of soft kisses on the side of neck till he got to your collarbone, where he lightly sucked the skin but not hard enough to leave a mark. 

“Are you sure about this?” He pulls away, looking deeply into your eyes, his thumb lightly caressing your hip soothingly. You bit your lip lightly, trailing your hand down to his waistband, gripping it tightly.

“I’m very sure.” He smiled lightly. You both removed your clothes, scattering them around the room. Here you were, both completely nude. Whatever happened now would change the course of your friendship and you were ready. You pulled him into another kiss, as he pinched and grasped at the abundance of your body. The tension grew, until Seungmin finally broke the kiss as he guided his hard erection into your warmth, slowly burying himself fully inside you. You moaned when he completely filled you. Barely giving you any time to adjust he started to frantically pound into you. He looked down at you as your body jiggled at every thrust making Seungmin groan. You back began to arch as his thrusts started to hit that spot within you that had you moaning uncontrollably. Your vision went white as you spasmed, clenching around his length, stopping his movement completely. Seungmin harshly grasped your hip which would leave a bruise as he groaned above you. He went limp, as he tried to catch his breath. 

You sat on the couch, tightly gripping the glass of water Seungmin brought you. You were wearing Seugmin’s shirt that softly hugged your curves. Seungmin came back from the bathroom and sat next to you. You were kind of nervous about what this meant for your friendship, you had been overthinking it a lot. He’s probably going to want to stop being my friend…this just made our friendship complicated. You both sat there in silence for a couple seconds while you shakingly drank from your glass of water.

“So when do you think we should go out on a date?” He broke the silence.

“Huh?”

“Well I- doesn’t this mean we’re more than friends?” 

“Yea…I guess it does. More than friends.”

[teyums]

Teach Me ✽ Lo’ak Sully

wc: 2.7k

pairing: (aged up) lo’ak x fem! na’vi reader

contains: p in v penetration, language, choking, etc. it’s smut do the math lolll

warnings: nsfw. mdni, i understand i can’t ensure you actually click off and don’t read, so if you are a minor please do not interact. thank you <3

a/n: i went crazy w this one can’t lie 🙈

Your loud moans and whimpers came to a halt with a high pitched squeal as one last swipe of his tongue hurled your body over the edge and down into your climax, a loud gasp being heard from you next as your lungs filled with air once more. You dipped your heavy head back onto the cushion and let it loll to the side, mouth agape, back arching off the floor and legs winding to a close as your body shook from yet another deliciously violent orgasm. Your second one of the night.

He hummed into your heat, burying his face into your essence and gratefully lapping it up like a horse to water. He felt your legs trying to squeeze shut, irritation beginning to sprout in his stomach due to your incessant fidgeting. He hated when you tried to push him away.

“Uh uh, keep them open. I’m not done.” His grip on your thighs tightened as he pinned them down to the bed, the tips of his fingers creating indents in your skin and the veins in his forearms bulging in resistance to your attempts while he forced you to keep your legs open. Wide open, just for him.

Your legs began to shudder and your walls fluttered around nothing as overstimulation quickly overtook your body. Your jaw dropped and silent, airy squeals left your parted lips, writhing around and bucking your hips to try and separate your throbbing clit from his fast working and merciless tongue. “L-Loak! Please, I can’t-I can’t. I-It’s too much!” You mewled, the rise and fall of your bare chest stuttering from the feeling of his warm mouth caressing your cunt.

He only linked his arms around your thighs and yanked you closer, his muscles tensing, keeping your small frame in place while he hollowed out his cheeks and suckled at your swollen nub. You cried out, hands desperately finding hold of his hair and twining through his braids, swiftly tugging on them as a last resort to get him to show your most sensitive part sympathy.

He hissed bitterly at the sting in his scalp, bringing his head up and away from your puffy cunt, much to your relief. He tried at you, quickly swiping at his mouth with the back of his arm. All of a sudden he grabbed hold of your wrists and harshly pinned them above your head with just one of his hands, dipping his head down to the side of your flushed face. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to keep your hands to yourself?” He growled, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. Your body jumping at the feeling of his thick cock slapping down onto your heat now that his loincloth had been discarded.

You let out a wavering, pathetic breath as you stared into his grim eyes, lips sealed together to quiet your uncontrollable mewling as your bottom lip trembled. You couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, your mind was foggy and all you could think about was how much you wanted him inside you.

“I need you to answer me when I’m talking to you, pretty girl.” A mischievous grin caused the corner of his lips to curve up, lustful amber eyes intently watching your face screw up with every movement he made down below.

He only tilted his head and smiled at your wordless stature; at the fact that you weren’t even able to look at him while he rubbed your clit, let alone answer.

“Is that a no, then? Would you like me to teach you?” He drew his hips back and forth with a lazy pace, precum spilling past the tip of his cock as he sifted it through your folds and nudged at your button. Your hot slick collected onto his length and made the whole action shamefully easy, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip and allowing him to bite back a moan at the vulgar scene below your navels.

“Y-yes, please teach me Lo’ak,” Your chest heaved with staggered breaths, legs ribboning around his waist to try and pull him closer to you. You needed more and the fact that he wasn’t giving it to you, on purpose, was driving you mad.

“Aw, look at you,” He cooed. Leaning forward and hungrily dragging his wet tongue from the dip of your collarbone up to the lobe of your ear in a depraved manner, gently nipping at the skin with his sharp fangs and earning himself a whimper from you. “Tell me what you want, go on.” He said, only tightening his hold on your wrists as you helplessly tugged at your arms. You wanted nothing more than to touch on his body the way he was with yours.

You whined and wriggled underneath him, rubbing the skin of your thighs against his sides in hope of friction while he teased your entrance. “Please, please, please, j-just put it in already! Need to feel you inside of me, please…” You begged, the crack in your voice causing his length to twitch with eagerness. You were growing frazzled, the heat of your body rendering you delirious and you prayed he’d cool you down, to fuck you silly and put this fire out. You were so needy for him.

He shook his head at your begging, almost looking disappointed at your lack of dignity even though he knew he couldn’t get enough of it. He placed a prolonged kiss to the corner of your lips, lining himself up with your hole and sinking into you before you could complain any longer.

He pushed past your walls in a terribly slow manor, and you huffed out in frustration when you went to try and hold onto him, only to remember your hands were restricted. The libidinous, half-lidded look on your face paired with the trembling of your bottom lip forced him to take pity on you, your wrists suddenly falling free.

You inhaled sharply, desperate hands instantly coming up to harness themselves at the back of his neck, one of them taking on a mind of their own and trailing down between the divot of his broad shoulders, feeling along the path of the muscle there.

A wanton moan was pulled out of you once he bottomed out completely, the sound of it interrupted when he swooped down to slot his mouth against yours. He took the opportunity to invite his tongue in, slithering it against yours with a searing urge to taste every part of you as if he hadn’t already.

He suddenly rocked his hips into yours with a harsh thrust, making your breasts bounce upwards in the process. You squealed into his mouth, brows pinching together as his cockhead dragged over the gummy part in your pussy only he knew how to reach.

He kissed you feverishly, soft groans and low grunts heard from the man above you as he snapped his pelvis back and forth, rutting into you with such force you were nearly winded. The loud sounds of skin clapping against skin permeated the thick air of your hut and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care if others heard from outside.

You gasped for air and your head fell to the side to rest against the strong forearm that was folded next to you, breaking away from the kiss in the process. Lo’ak grunted at the loss of contact, his hand instantly shooting up to grab your jaw and bring it back to face him.

“Open.” He demanded darkly, and you knew better than to disobey. His pupils swelled at the sight of your pretty pink tongue rolling out to reveal your open and awaiting mouth, your breath hitching when he spit into it.

He smirked and you closed it hastily, eagerly swallowing before showing him your tongue again for confirmation. “Good girl.” He hummed, your spine tingling at his praising tone. He ran a hand over your blushed breasts, lowering himself and greedily enveloping one into his mouth.

He flicked his warm tongue around your nipple, gently grazing his fangs over the sensitive area while his tense balls smacked against the curve of your ass every time his hips surged forward. His low groans sent vibrations through the small bundle of nerves, your back arching to press your chest into his face even more. “Lo’ak-“ You whined out his name but he was already ahead of you, switching over to give the other the same amount of attention.

You felt your stomach tighten, a knot forming as if he were taking both ends of the string and tugging in the opposite direction. “Feels s’good… more, give me more, please!” You whined between pants, a third orgasm quickly approaching as you moved your hips against his in a frenzy, trying to speed things up.

A gentle hand came down to slow your hips, allowing its owner to return to his rhythm, uninterrupted. “Mawey, sweet girl. I’ll get you there.” He chuckled, your skin glistening from the wet kisses he had trailed all the way to the crook of your neck. His lips latched around your sweetest spot, your nails digging half-circles into his tensed back and dragging them downwards.

You clawed at his shoulders with both hands, air leaving your lungs through your widened mouth in hot, short-winded breaths. “I’m sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry,” You repeated aimlessly, eyes screwed shut as you bit back your moans, nails raking reddened welts across his skin that you knew would surely sting to the touch in a few minutes. You winced at your own actions but you couldn’t stop, he was fucking you so well, and it felt so good.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t worry about it, mark me up.” Lo’ak grinned at your apologies, kissing the curve of your jaw. It was a good kind of pain, and it only made him ram into you harder. He loved how tightly you gripped into him, how you held onto his body for dear life while he fucked into you like it was the last time he’d be able to. He leaned back to gaze at your fucked out expression, eyes glossed over with pure fascination while his abs flexed and revealed the true effort of his movements.

He bit his bottom lip as he watched your features screw up in an indecent display and he nearly drooled, rolling his hips in a circular motion that only made you scream louder. “You look so beautiful like this…” He breathed out, admiring the way your eyes threatened to roll back due to the immense pleasure coursing through your veins, the soft hair on your forehead plastered onto the dampened skin. The fact that only he could do this to you filled his heart with yearning; fiercely dedicated to making you come undone around him. He’d do this all day if he could.

He slid a hand up your torso, his fingers curling around your throat to hold you in place as he kept the steady pace that was succeeding in driving you mad. “Yeah I’m deep, huh baby? Look how I’m fuckin’ that pretty little pussy of yours.” Another order that came out in a grunt.

You propped yourself up on an elbow, eyes snapping back open to watch your cunt taking in his entire length with ease, your walls clenching around him at the mere sight of it.

His movements faltered for a moment at the sudden sensation of your walls squeezing his shaft, sucking air through his teeth as he gripped your throat, making you yelp. “Fuck baby, you tryna make me lose it?” He groaned, head coming up to see your low eyes gazing into his with such a salacious look in them that he almost came in you right then.

“I’m sorry…” Was all you managed to force out, your voice cutting in and out while your own moans interrupted your words. “I think I’m gonna c-cum,” You whimpered, completely captivated by whatever trance he had placed onto you and rushing to bite your bottom lip.

He used the hand around your neck to pull you up and closer to him, his perspiring forehead pressed against yours as he stared into your eyes. “Cum on my dick baby. And I wanna feel it when you do, so make it a good one. Yeah?” He watched you nod tearfully, your small hand clutching his wrist so tight that your knuckles were going white, your body lurching back and forth from the force of his thrusts.

“Lo’-ak, Lo’ak! I-I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming!” You wailed, the knot in your core fraying, then snapping to release a torrent of pleasure you didn’t even know was possible. Your body convulsed as you rode out your wave, the length of his cock rutting in and out of your hole and crude squelching noises emitting in the process. Your thighs squeezed around him and he quickly removed his hand from your throat, unwrapping your leg from his waist and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Oh shit- holy fuck!” You cried out, your juices spurting out onto his pelvis and trickling down over his pulsating balls while you tried to control the way your body was convulsing.

“Yeah, that’s it babygirl. Come on, come on,” He chanted, tongue darting out to lick his dry lips, nearly salivating at the sight and feeling of your climax. The feeling of your gummy walls pulsating against his thick length was making his head spin. Like your pussy was sucking him in, trying to hold and keep him there everytime he pushed to the hilt inside you.

His breathing became labored and his movements jagged, a clear indicator that he was close to his breaking point.

“Where do you want it? Hurry up sweetheart, I can’t hold it.” His voice strained and lips pursed as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, just to slam it back in and you swore you felt your brain rattle against your skull.

“I-Inside! Please, please cum inside me Lo’ak. I- I want your cum…” You whined, not even knowing what you were saying at this point, your body was speaking for you. You moaned in ecstasy, your hand clutching his bicep as the other travelled down his back to hurriedly grip his backside, trying to push him even deeper into you than it was possible.

His tail curled in delight and he nearly whimpered at the feeling of your hand grasping onto his rear. He mustered out a few more rugged pumps before emptying his balls into you, his groans choked and guttural as he dropped his head forward and into the dip of your shoulder. He put his weight onto you but not completely, managing to hold himself up with an arm folded by your head, his fist clenched firmly.

You gasped when he buried himself deep into you, thick ropes or his seed spilling into your womb as the tip of his cock delicately kissed your cervix. You gasped and moaned out in pure bliss, rolling your hips and dragging your clit against his pelvis in the process while you milked him dry.

“Fuck,” He spat out as he tried to catch his breath, sloppily kissing along your neck. Your shaky hands found their way to cup his cheeks and impatiently pulled him up to meet your face, crashing your lips onto his with no intent of letting him pull away. You kissed him earnestly, your movements erratic and uncoordinated. But you didn’t care, you just needed his lips on yours.

He crawled upwards to push you down onto your back again, a hand smoothing down the curve of your side while he sucked on your tongue, releasing it from between his lips with a quiet *pop*.

He brushed his nose against yours, bringing his hand up to unhook your leg from around him. He raised an eyebrow when you only tightened them around his waist further, looking down at you with a curious smile and a raised brow. “You gonna let me out or what?”

“Or what.” You smiled shyly, snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him back down so he was laying on top of you once more. He laughed at your response and leaned in for another kiss, your teeth clinking when you smiled wider at the lovely sound of his voice.

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Day 31 - Prompt: (Free Space) @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 1512 words

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“You have done this before, right?” Remus eyed him warily. “It’s not your first time?”

Sirius rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Obviously. Now stop stalling.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Sirius, it’s just a big step and I don’t want to rush into-”

“Remus Lupin, you have exactly one minute before I walk out that door! Yes or no?” Sirius demanded, jaw set with determination.

“Don’t leave!” Remus held out his hands and reached for Sirius. “I know you were looking forward to it, but is this really worth getting upset about?”

Sirius scowled, but allowed Remus to pull him into his arms. “Yes,” he said petulantly.

Remus released an amused breath through his nose, then buried his face in Sirius’s hair. He was still stalling, the twat.

“Be patient with me, yeah?”

“I was patient! You said-”

“I know, I know, but I’m not in a hurry. It doesn’t have to be today, right?”

Sirius pulled back and slowly arched one eyebrow up his forehead. “I didn’t realise I was dating such a chickenshit.”

“Stop that! You can’t bully me into a haircut!” Remus protested, flinging his arms in the air.

“Watch me.”

“Sirius-”

“No! I promised your curls that I would restore them, and I don’t lie! Are you really going to make a liar out of me, Remus? Is that what this is?” he argued, pointing the shears at him.

Remus’s eyes blew wide and he stepped back with his hands up in surrender. “Now look, let’s calm down.”

Sirius opened and closed his mouth twice before dropping the shears on the table. With a tight, humourless smile, he shook his head. “I see. Just another unhinged murderer from the ‘mad Black family,’ right?”

“Hold on. I didn’t say that.” Remus rushed forward, but Sirius stopped him.

“You didn’t have to. That said it for you,” he snapped, circling a hand in front of Remus’s face. “I don’t know why I thought that you would be different.”

Sirius pivoted on his heel and headed to the bedroom to retrieve his clothes from the night before. He was fuming, but tears burned behind his eyes. This was why he didn’t date. This was why he couldn’t date. One little slip of his mask and he was just as mad as the rest of his family.

As he gathered his clothes, Sirius ignored the violent trembling of his hands even after he dropped his belt twice. Pocketing his mobile, he spun around and marched toward the loo. Remus hadn’t followed him. Somehow, that made it worse.

He nearly slammed the bathroom door behind him, then stopped himself. Throwing a fit would just validate Remus’s preconceived notions. Sirius closed it quietly instead, then quickly changed his clothes.

All morning long, he’d looked forward to burying his fingers in Remus’s curls again. He’d built it up in his head, which was his own fault, really. His eagerness was impossible to contain when he was this close to turning a dream into a reality.

Not anymore. Remus expected me to gut him with those shears.

The thought provoked a sudden, uncontrollable sob and he slid down the wall to the floor. He couldn’t stop the flood now. Sirius leaned his head back against the well and let the aching fury trail freely over his cheeks and chin. He tapped his head against the wall rhythmically as he replayed the moment in his mind.

Remus was actually afraid of me.

“Sirius? Are you alright?”

“Go away.”

Remus sighed with a soft thud, as if he’d dropped his forehead against the door. “I’m sorry, Sirius. Really, really sorry. It’s not your fault, I promise, and it has nothing to do with your family.”

“Don’t bother. I-I can’t change where I came from,” he forced out, choking on the words that had to come next. “I d-don’t blame-” Sirius inhaled deeply before plunging forward, “-you for any of it, alright? I’ll just go.”

He cleared his throat and mopped his face with his shirt. Quickly tugging off Remus’s pyjama pants, Sirius wriggled into his jeans and shoved his feet into his boots. He stood up and grimaced at his reflection. The blotchy, tear-stained face that met his gaze was pitiful.

As soon as he opened the door, Sirius thrust the crumpled pyjamas at Remus and ducked his head. “I understand if you don’t want…” he faltered, swallowing hard, “…to see me again.”

Remus snatched the pyjamas and tossed them over his shoulder carelessly. “Sirius. Look at me. Please?”

He lifted his head slightly and peered through the hair that fell in his face. This was a new low for him, hiding behind his hair like Regulus used to. It made his chest clench and he quickly looked away.

“Hey,” Remus whispered, cupping his cheek with one hand and tucking the loose strands behind his ear with the other. His thumb soothingly brushed away a rogue tear. “Listen to me, Sirius Black. If you think I’m foolish enough to give you up now, you’ve gravely underestimated me. I am already gone for you, you soppy git. I’m a lost cause and you might as well accept it. Come here.”

Sirius fell forward into his arms with a sound caught somewhere between a sob and a laugh, then hid his face in Remus’s neck. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Bullshite. You deserve the whole fucking world, and if I was any good at this boyfriend thing, then I’d find a way to give it to you,” he said gruffly, nuzzling Sirius’s temple. “I should have told you about the stupid shears last night.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re going to laugh at me, and that’s entirely valid,” Remus warned, groaning low in his throat as he hugged Sirius close. “I have nightmares about them.”

Sirius pawed at his chest in an attempt to get free, but Remus squeezed tighter. “I know it’s stupid,” he continued, “but every time I get my hair cut, I hate it! Then, I dream of creepy clowns with shears for hands. The idea of those shears coming anywhere near my head fucks me up a little.”

Well, fuck me sideways with a pineapple!

“Remus, I-”

“Just let me finish, alright?” he insisted. “I swear that I didn’t even think about your shite family just then. The only reason I know about them at all is because I looked you up.” Remus’s voice dropped to a mumble. “May have stalked you a bit on socials.”

“Wait, really?” Sirius wriggled out of Remus’s grasp and rucked his hair out of his face. “You did?”

Remus sighed in exasperation and rubbed a hand over his face. “Yes. I may be a little bit…obsessed. With…uh, with you.”

Sirius gaped at him, jaw hanging open and eyes wide. His mind spun in circles for a full minute before collapsing altogether, just like when Padfoot chased his tail. It wasn’t until Remus snorted derisively at himself that he managed to reign in his shock.

“Oh.”

That’s an understatement. Try again, maybe?

“I don’t know what to say to that,” Sirius spit out, flustered as his face flushed with heat. He flailed his hands a few times to shake off a rush of goosebumps. “What did you…or was it…I mean, why?”

“Because I’m hopeless, and awkward, and desperate for love!” Remus groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Oh ffyc, why did I say that out loud?”

A loud laugh burst from Sirius’s throat, startling him nearly as much as it did Remus. He tugged at Remus’s wrists until he lowered his hands, then wrapped his arms around his neck and leapt at him. Remus stumbled into the door frame, but still managed to catch him.

“What-”

“What did you expect me to do when you quote Chandler fucking Bing to me?” Sirius scoffed, leaning back to glare at him. “If you wanted me to suck you off, you could have just asked.”

Remus blinked violently at him. “I think I blacked out just now. W-What?”

“Friends! I love that show!”

He still looked completely bewildered. “Alright? How did we go from me humiliating myself to you offering me a blowjob?”

Sirius flashed a bright grin and pecked at his lips. “You’re adorable. Now, what if you were high? Then, could I cut your hair? Just a trim, I promise! Nothing drastic. Would you be relaxed enough if you were high?”

Remus’s lips twitched as he shifted his hold on Sirius and squeezed his arse. “Persistent, that tracks. I suppose, if I was incapacitated, or distracted in some way, it wouldn’t be so bad. I usually get properly pissed before I cut it myself.”

“Oh! I could give you a lap dance?”

Remus’s hands slipped, and he nearly dropped Sirius. With a gasp, he hugged Remus’s neck tight until the bloke regained his grip.

“Th-That would work,” Remus stuttered, his nose and cheeks tinged pink.

Sirius peppered his face with tiny kisses, lifting up to cover his forehead too. He punctuated his words with loud smacking kisses on his ruddy cheeks. “Consider. It. Done.”

Part Three - Pandalily Series

[smolbean12]

[22:27]

"happy birthday to you," you sing. you have a silly birthday cap on your head and you're holding a small cake with a lit candle on it. you finish the song and ask him to blow the candle.

satoru complies, a fond grin plastered on his face. he's wearing–you forced him to–a similar birthday cap, and there's glittery confetti in his hair.

"come on, satoru, make a wish!" you pushed the cake towards his face, you looked so beautiful in the dim lights of his kitchen, your eyes shining with adoration for him. satoru knows what he wants to wish for.

i wish you look at me like this forever.

"done!" he exclaims.

"don't tell me what you wished for, okay? it won't come true otherwise," you warned him.

he hums and watches you take a small chunk of the cake and bring it near his face. he opens his mouth so you can feed him but instead you move away from his mouth and smear the cake all over his cheek. satoru's jaw drops and he dramatically feigns surprise. he knew what you were doing. he let you do it just so he could hear you giggle.

satoru quickly grabs you and traps you in his arms. "you think you could get away from me? im gonna get my revenge now."

you're now giggling uncontrollably and satoru thinks that there's no sound better than this.

he holds your face and rubs his cheek against yours, smearing cake on your face. he's laughing too, he realizes belatedly.

"okay, okay stop," you pant. you were laughing so much that you were out of breath. "come, let's eat the cake. i made it, you know."

you cut a piece and hand it over to him. he takes a bite and his smile drops.

"gojo satoru, strongest sorcrer of the era, cause of death: ate a cake," he says with a grim face.

you look at him, eyes wide and mouth open. "but–i–what?" you stammer and hurriedly taste the cake. your expression changes from confused to thoughtful to angry. satoru knows he has roughly two seconds to dodge whatever you were going to throw at him.

you splash water on him. "it tastes fine you idiot!"

he doesn't use his infinity to protect himself. with you he never needs infinity. with you he doesn't need to play god.

you curse at him but you're smiling. he laughs and pulls you in for a hug. satoru kisses the top of your head and nuzzles his face in your hair. "thank you. thank you so much–for this–for everything."

you look up at him. "i love you, satoru."

"i love you, too."

work by: @smolbean12

[siempre-bucky]

I don’t remember who I was before you with Coyote or Mickey, please!!

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

summary: Fanboy always thought he had to keep his interest a secret... till he met you.

wc: 751

a/n: I haven't written for mickey in so longI hope you like it

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Mickey learned from early on that no one gave a shit about his interests. He was an adult, he shouldn’t have liked comic book movies or sci-fi epics that provided him so much comfort as a kid. In high school, he got picked on for the Tie Fighter keychain on his backpack and teased when he talked about the newest comic book he read. In college, he felt like he could finally be himself, so on the first day he placed his Millennium Falcon figurine on his desk in his college dorm room but earned a scathing glance from his new roommate “Keep that kiddie shit locked away, man,” he told him. 

He learned to be almost silent on dates, hiding away the things that he loved for the opportunity to be loved. Mickey went on a date once with a girl who wore a Star Trek shirt to their arcade date, and for once he felt like he could be himself. “I really loved the show from back in the day!” he rambled on and on about one of his favorite shows, and his smile never seemed to fade. Until he saw the grimace on the girl's face in the colorful lights of the arcade. The rant came to a stop and his bright smile faded.  “D-do you have a favorite?” 

“I’ve never seen it. I just liked the design of the shirt. I think all that nerdy shit is weird, to be honest,” she replied nonchalantly. 

It was no surprise that the date was the first and last. But he learned to talk about other things like the weather and current events, shoving his true interests deep down inside his mind. He didn’t want to be labeled the loser in flight school so he made a vow to never let them know even if it meant dimming his light. 

Mickey kept his head low while he was there, only talking when spoken to or when he felt like he could be included. “I like your keychain,” you complimented as you sat across from him in the cafeteria, his star wars keychain hanging from the keychain around his neck. 

Fuck, he thought. He forgot to take it off after spending the weekend with his family. “Oh, it’s alright. It’s my sisters,” he deflected, but you could see the glint in his pretty brown eyes. You smiled knowingly and picked up your fork. 

“Well,” you sighed, “she has really good taste.” 

All he did was nod, perfect teeth biting down on his lower lip to prevent him from saying something stupid or something that would scare you off. “She does,” he said in between bites. 

The way he acted amused you, just squirming in his seat and you instantly thought he was the cutest thing. “Jar Jar’s my favorite character,” you prodded, smirking. 

Mickey’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “You’re wrong!” he gasped, pointing his finger. Hook, line, and sinker. You cocked your head and grinned in triumph as he went on an uncontrollable rant–not that you wanted him to stop. 

“My name is Y/N,” you introduced, cutting him off. 

“Mickey, Mickey Garcia.” 

A few years passed, and you and Mickey climbed the ranks and created a little life together after your time at Top Gun. He sat out on your balcony, the ocean peeking through the surrounding tall buildings. “Are you coming back in?” you asked, sliding open the door, “Hangman’s threatening to take the Death Star set home with him.” 

“I’ll hurt him,” he gasped, turning around and putting his arm around your waist, “he knows how long that took me to build.” You giggled and put your head on his shoulder, looking into the living room. There stood his friends, laughing and enjoying their time together in your little place filled with the thing you and Mickey loved. 

A silence quickly fell at the thought of how he got so lucky? “You still with me?” you asked softly. 

“Yeah, mi amor,” he sighed, kissing your forehead, “Jus’ thinking.” 

“About?” 

He swept his tongue along his lower lip before speaking, “I don’t—I don’t remember who I was before I met you,” he admitted, his fingers tapping against your waist. You do, he was quiet and almost shy, he wasn’t Fanboy. He wasn’t the real Mickey. 

“Well,” you started, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and bringing him close, “I love this Mickey.” 

He smiled and pecked your lips, “Good. I love you too, baby.”

[thecouchsofa]

Magical accidents and I didn’t mean to turn you on :)

Fanfiction trope mashup ‼️

“Oh shit.” Harry rotated on the spot, taking stock of the room around him. Acrid smoke filled his nose, the burning of plastics and fabric. Ozone settled on his tongue as he panted, eyes stinging. “Uh,” he called out, slipping his wand into his pocket. “Was that alright? Did I do it?”

There was a choked sound, then a bitten off groan. Draco materialised, dropping the invisible barrier he’d put between himself and Harry. He gaped, mouth open wide, as Harry smiled sheepishly. “Did you do it?”

Harry nodded, cheeks heating under Draco’s intense gaze. “Was it too much? I didn’t know how to pull it back after it crested.”

Draco’s fancy leather Oxfords clicked against the charred floorboards as he strode briskly across the room. His eyes were dark, his mouth tight. For a moment, Harry thought he might hex him. He’d deserve it, he supposed; he had effectively destroyed Draco’s workshop.

“You stupid fucking–” Hands were on Harry’s face then, Draco’s long fingers cupping his jaw, thumbs stroking across his cheeks. The delicate pads smeared soot and ash, Harry’s magic staining them both, just as they had back in the bathroom in their sixth year.

“I’m sorry,” Harry gasped. His limbs felt heavy, like he was weighed down. Draco’s touch had cut his marionette strings, rendering him useless, pliable. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You…” Draco’s stormy gaze met Harry’s, but there was something else there, something turbulent, a tempest that indicated not anger, but…

“Draco,” Harry whispered, raising his own hands to rest them over Draco’s. Those hands which wielded such uncontrollable power, that churning force that scared Harry to his core, but Draco did not flinch. Instead, he pulled Harry closer and pressed their lips together. He was hard, Harry realised, straining in his tailored trousers. It had Harry moaning and clutching at him, opening his mouth to drink more of Draco in. He wanted to tear himself open so that Draco would have room to fill him, stuff him full of restraint and poise and a carefulness that Harry did not possess.

“Do not,” Draco whispered against Harry lips. He rubbed his blackened thumb over Harry’s cheekbone, a gentle caress that had no place in this space of violence and destruction. “Show that to another soul. Do not let anyone else see you like this. Do you understand?”

Harry nodded. He clutched at Draco, pressed their bodies together and rocked his hips. “Aren’t you afraid? I can’t … this is bigger than me. I don’t have a say in it.”

Draco’s harsh laughter was loud in the unnatural quiet of the room. “You don’t scare me, Harry. You never have. Quite the opposite, actually.” He kissed Harry again, slipping his fingers under the scraps of Harry’s ruined shirt. “Get rid of this and do it again.”

“What?” Despite his confusion, Harry could already feel the zing of magic in his fingertips, called out of its slumber by Draco’s command.

“You heard me.” Draco pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth. He stepped back, lifting his wand as he prepared to summon the magical barrier that would separate them. The barrier that made sweat bead on Harry’s brow, that sent his heartbeat racing and his magic sizzling, demanding to reach Draco, to find him, to pull him back from wherever he was.

“I don’t know if I–”

“Harry.” Draco dropped a hand, squeezed himself through his trousers. It made Harry’s mouth go dry, that evidence that Draco liked this, that he liked when Harry’s magic went awry, when it reacted so viciously to the thought that Draco might be in danger that he became destructive. “Do it again.”

Harry lifted his wand, closed his eyes, and let himself feel.

Send me two tropes and I'll mash them together

[infernalodie]

𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐑 || 𝐃𝐮𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐚

“𝘚𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘱-𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦“

Inspo: Asha Imuno - CAVIAR

Pairing: Dua Lipa x Buff!Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Who would’ve known that Dua was a nymphomaniac.

Warnings: Smut, brat taming, Dom!reader, powerbottom!Dualipa, and strap-on.

Words: 836

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

When you got with Dua, you know something about her was extremely different from any of the other women you dated. The look in her eyes and the way her lips curved whenever she was with you, all seemed so different. Or how she looked up at you with faux innocents. She was an animal. One that people had yet to fully understand.

But you quickly found that Dua was one of a kind. No other girl would’ve been so insistent for you to fuck her backstage when anyone could walk in. Or to fuck her right before she walked on stage to deal with the aftershock of her orgasm. Something about it gave her a thrill and you didn’t help with sedating that desire that she found uncontrollable around you.

And tonight, there was no changing how her desire for you had solidified. Her hands grasped the back of your neck as she sat up on her vanity backstage. Head lulled back with her eyes clamped shut and you pounding her with her favourite strap. Shameless moans fell from Dua’s lips as her legs curled around your waist. Sweat from both of your guys’ bodies rubbed together and only further the heat that seemed to suffocate you.

The harness had started to create a harsh burning feeling on your hips from how long the two of you had been at it. But she had been insistent on getting to her orgasm. And who were you to deny your beautiful girlfriend?

Your hand reached up, grabbing Dua’s jaw roughly and forcing her to look at you. The blissed-out features of her face made your ego grow. Her cheeks were flushed and every few seconds with certain thrusts, her expressions switched and morphed into pleasure. She was absent from the present as she only allowed herself to feel and experience the pleasure that flooded her system.

“You close, baby?” You grunted, trying to hide the ache in your hips that worsened with each pound.

Almost every time, it was hard for you to keep up with Dua. If you two were back home, she was practically in control of the situation and you were there to pleasure her with no other purpose. Even then she didn’t care if she was overstimulated or you were, she was getting her orgasm’s no matter what you had to say about it. Which only left you exhausted and trembling in a bathtub as Dua carried on her day with weak legs and a wide smile.

It scared you. But these were the moments where you got to take out any sexual frustrations on her. And she fucking loved it.

When she didn’t answer, you slapped her. Somewhere between hard and soft where it was enough to shake her from her thoughts. A wide grin formed on her lips as your hand cupped her jaw again. Fingertips pressing on her cheeks and forcing her lips apart where you spit in her mouth. She humbly took it and swallowed loudly, still holding that same foolish grin she knew would piss you off.

“Depends. Are you going to tap out?” She inquired mockingly. “Do you need mommy to take control, sweetheart?”

Her British condescending tone sent a shiver down your spine, but as well as pissed you off. Enough so that your hips began to pound into her with a ruthless force. Dua gasped, nails beginning to dig into the back of your neck before one hand dropped from another thrust, grasping the edge of the vanity that shook with her perfume and makeup beginning to tumble to the floor.

“J-Jesus! Fuck!” Dua cried out, back arching as your thrusts increased. Head bowed to look at how sleek the black dildo was. A childish grin formed on your lips as you leaned forward to kiss and nip at Dua’s collarbones.

One of her hands reached around and threaded through your hair. Nails harshly scratched your scalp as her moans grew in volume with her body beginning to shake in your hold. Your fingertips gripped tighter around her waist as you worked her closer and closer to the edge.

And when she did, her body stilled and your teeth clamped around her shoulder. Satisfaction rolls through your system seeing Dua’s eyes roll back with squeaks and gasps all from her lips. A gentle hum rumbles through your chest as you enjoy the taste of the faint metallic blood on your tongue.

Your hips soon stilled as the leather of the strap rubbed your clit to your orgasm. Causing you to stand between Dua’s legs flushed together as the two of you panted and tried to recover quickly. But Dua’s hands ran up and down your back softly. Nail’s gently scratching your ebony flesh. A telltale sign of what was to come and it was far too late for you to pull away.

Her lips ghosted over the shell of your ear with a noticeable grin on her lips. “How about a round 2 before the show begins, yeah?”

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 24

Pairing: Minho(Lee Know) x Reader Prompt: Pegging WC: ~800 Summary: PWOP ya’ll. Idk i wrote this at 5am and it’s not that deep. Previously established boyfriend Minho must defeat the 3 evil trainer sizes and strap megaboss in order to earn the right to your asshole. TW/CW: PWOP, sudden violent mommy kink (reader called mommy and calls self mommy, Minho is called baby), brat!minho, dom!reader, pegging. 

“How can I call you my hot top domme-y mommy if you don’t even know how to use that stupid big dick of yours?” Minho laughs, casually pushing you back into the pillows. “Cmon mommy, I stretched myself out all nice for you. And maybe if you fuck me really good, I’ll be a good boy tonight!” “You’re already being a brat.” Minho crawls over you, straddling your waist. No matter the position you both slipped naturally into your comfortable roles.

Earlier in the year you’d joked with him, if he wanted to try anal with you so badly he’d have to let you fuck him first. With most men this put an end to the discussion quickly, their fragile egos shuttering at the thought of being on the penetrated party. Minho was not like most men. Instead he cocked his head and smiled sweetly. Almost sauntering away to purchase two sets of training plugs leaving you flabbergasted in his wake. Hovering just over your strap he continues to coo and tease as he eases himself back onto it. “Am I going to need to teach you how to fuck me properly?” He gasps, fully seated on you. “No, no. I can do it. I can-” you shakily reply, feet fighting under you to bridge your hips up to thrust deeper into him. Flailing under him you lightly bounce him up and down, his erect cock slapping your stomach lewdly. Momentarily Minho’s cockiness is drained, the angle of his hips and yours slotting together drives your cock straight into his prostate. White of his eyes on full display and mouth catching flies he whimpers. Suddenly and unexpectedly out of control of his reactions the power needle twitches in your favor. The momentary slip stokes a fire in your belly. His angelic face rapt with uncontrolled ecstasy enough to spur your hips up again. “That’s it baby. Just help mommy a little okay? Just be quiet while mommy fucks you with her big dumb cock.” Holding his hips in place you drive upwards abusing the sensitive spot inside of him. “Ye-yes mommy,” he mewls, nearly a different man than you once knew. Mouth open and eyes to the ceiling, he leans back placing his palms on the bed. Finally you can properly appreciate his thighs, flexed and strong. They were always a favorite of yours. Of the times you spent riding and rubbing and squeezing them you never had the opportunity to watch them quite like this. His hamstrings tensing as they strain against gravity for a moment before your thrust meets his drop downwards. Your hands travel the marvel of his toned body. Each breath flattening and widening his ribs, abs stretching and contracting, lithe from hours of dancing instead of hours in the gym. Well groomed in case of costume slips. Beautiful, scars and all. One of Minho’s hands drifts to his angry red cock, shaft streaked with trails of precum. You slap him away, his facial expression shifting to anguish. “That’s mommy’s toy to play with, not yours.” He stares back at you, eyes wide with shock at your dominant display. For a second you think maybe he’ll talk back, you don’t know exactly how to handle that challenge to your fleeting authority.  Wrapping your hand around his member you snap your hips up into him suddenly, turning his wide mouthed indignation to slack jawed bliss with a single shrill whine. “Fuck!” He yells, back arching. Minho slides between your cock and your fist stimulated on both sides. You curl up onto yourself, just barely able to tease the very tip of his dick with your pursed lips, flicking your tongue over the slit. He whimpers and shakes at the sudden wet heat of your mouth on his most sensitive area. Small puppy whimpers emanate from his throat, caught between his mouth and his chest. “You need to cum baby?” He nods frantically, face and neck red as he gasps. “You can cum, but only on mommy's tits,” you pull back down, resting in the pillows. “Please mouth! Please mommy!” “No. Cum now or not at all.” Minho cums with a sob, body shivering as he curls forward on himself, abs contracting and shaking. Streaks of warm cum pool between your ribs on your stomach. Both of you panting, you can feel sweat trickling from the back of your knees down your thighs and soaking into the sheets. 

Slowly he slips off of you, kissing your cheek before heading to the bathroom with a smirk. Whatever you did to him he’ll do to you. Or at least, you hope.

sorry it’s real short i had an idea for a powerbottom minho but then thought it might be cute if he just went baby suddenly when getting drilled.

trying to remind myself not everything needs to be a 3k actual one shot and can just be a drabble.

i know next to nothing about pegging so oop err...sorry for inaccuracies.

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[littlesoka7567]

Double Trouble

Summary: In a not-so-distant future, when the batch is together and happy again, a new duo is set on causing chaos.

Notes: I might add more parts to this later, but this was written as a standalone fic. I hope you enjoy!

Rating/WC: G/1929

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Omega lets out a long, steady breath, allowing herself to focus on everything around her.

The feel of the earth under her belly. The slight breeze flowing above her. The sounds of quiet nature, so far undisturbed. The smell of her blaster, the dirt and grass just below her. She opens her eyes, looking through the scope again and focusing on her target.

She fires, and a smug grin pulls her lips up. Flawless, as usual.

Crosshair hums beside her, rolling his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue. "Good," he praises looking through his own scope. "That was the farthest target you've hit yet."

Omega turns to look at him, smile firmly in place. "I told you," she reminds him. "I have the best teacher, so I'll be the best."

Crosshair looks at her, and a not-quite smile plays at his lips. Considering he only agreed to mentor her sniping a couple years ago, she has made a lot of progress. "Perhaps," is his only reply, before he looks back through his scope.

Omega rolls her eyes, and plays her favorite guessing game - what will Crosshair ask her to snipe next? There's a crate that used to be full of rations by the Marauder. Maybe one of the many targets nailed to random trees around the temporary camp. Maybe he’ll ask her to snipe one of the falling leaves flowing through the wind.

A smirk quirks Crosshair’s lips up, and he pulls away from his rifle. “You wanna play a game?” He drawls.

Omega grins back, nodding once. “What did you have in mind?”

Crosshair hums, looking through his scope again. “You see Hunter down there, by the ship?”

Omega looks through her own scope, finding Hunter quickly. “I see him,” she says, keeping her finger off the trigger and the crosshair trained just above him.

Crosshair hums. “I dare you to shoot his caf mug out of his hand,” he murmurs.

Omega gasps, looking back at him with wide eyes. Crosshair trusts him a lot more than she thought he did; aiming anywhere close to their brothers has never been allowed before, let alone something in one of their hands. “Really?”

Crosshair nods, scooting just a bit closer to her and watching Hunter through his scope. "Just be careful, make sure to shoot when he has it away from his face.”

Omega almost argues that duh, of course she wouldn’t shoot the cup when it’s that close to his face, but she doesn’t want to push her luck.

She looks back through the scope, evil grin set in place as she fights the urge to giggle. She takes a deep breath in, steadying her grip and training the Crosshair for the bottom of the paper cup.

She waits until Hunter moves the cup away from his body to gesture, having what looks like a slightly heated argument with Tech, and exhales slowly. She pulls the trigger, and the blast hits its target perfectly.

The bottom of the cup explodes, coffee crashing down to the ground with only a small amount getting on Hunter’s arm. Hunter drops the cup in shock, and Tech looks up from his datapad in alarm.

Omega bursts out into uncontrollable laughter when Hunter turns slowly to look up at the pair of snipers, jaw completely slack and eyes wide with shock. She has to put her rifle down, looking at Hunter with her bare eyes. He’s much smaller so far away, but she can still clearly see the shock and disapproval.

She’s laughing so hard that she almost misses Crosshair’s own quiet snickers. She turns to look at him, and sees he’s still looking through his scope with an evil grin in place.

“I got him!” She manages to giggle out, eyes warm and wide with excitement.

Crosshair finally looks away from Hunter, who is now clearly gesturing at them and yelling. He smiles at her, offering his hand for a high five. She immediately takes him up on the offer, positively beaming. “You did. That look was priceless.”

Omega giggles again, looking back through her scope at them. Tech is smiling, a tiny smile that he’s obviously trying to suppress. He’s yelling at Hunter, who is stalking towards their sniper position.

Omega gulps. “Oh, sh- oh no, he’s coming!”

Crosshair smirks again, firing a shot once and Hunter jumps, even though the blast landed a solid foot in front of him. Hunter’s face contorts in annoyance, and his screaming gets louder. Omega can almost hear the words themselves, rather than just his voice.

“Oh, yeah,” Cross says, flicking his tooth pick over the ledge. “We’re in for it.”

Omega giggles and scrambles to her feet after flicking the safety on, watching Hunter stalk closer. “Run!” She half-yells, laughing as Hunter yells something that might have been don’t you dare, and helps Crosshair to his feet.

Crosshair throws a smug grin over his shoulder at Hunter before the pair start running in the opposite direction, booking it for the small camp opposite the ship.

“Echo!” Omega calls, unable to keep the joyful laughter out of her voice. “Echo help, he’s chasing us!”

Echo looks up from where he was trying to start the fire again, a curious look on his face. “Huh?” Wrecker looks up at them too, frowning in concern.

Omega squeals as she laughs, looking over her shoulder to see Hunter gaining on them. “Echo help!” She yells again.

Crosshair, with his significantly longer legs, could absolutely outrun her. But he loyally stays in between his brother and his little sister, allowing her to lead the way and have the tiny sense of safety that comes with a human shield.

Echo finally grins, sensing there’s no danger-although, Hunter does look mad enough to kill someone. He opens his arms, and braces for impact.

Omega squeals again and throws herself into his chest, looking over her shoulder and giggling as the safety of Echo’s arms encircles her. “Protect us!” She says, just loud enough for Hunter to be able to hear too. She drops her rifle behind Echo.

Crosshair skids to a stop and turns on his heel behind Echo; if the kid can use him for a human shield, so can he!

“Crosshair!” Hunter yells, arms crossed as he stomps into the camp.

“Uh-oh,” Echo says, voice lilted with humor. “What did you two do now?”

“Me?” Omega asks, turning to give Echo her biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes. The effect is slightly ruined by the fact that she can’t get the smile off her face. “I’m innocent!”

“You’re both grounded for- forever!” Hunter says, stomping closer.

Wrecker laughs, voice booming, training a teasing look at Crosshair. “You’re grounded,” Wrecker repeats mockingly. 

Omega turns back to Hunter, sticking her tongue out before hiding back in Echo’s arms. “Save me, he’s gonna get me!”

Crosshair rolls his eyes, and Echo shakes his head fondly. “What did she do?” Echo asks.

Hunter huffs, coming to a stop a few feet from them. “She shot my caf out of my hand!” 

Wrecker laughs again, sounding more like he approves than he should. Hunter shoots him an irritated look. 

Omega whines. “Lies and slander, Echo!”

Crosshair snickers, but wisely looks away when Hunter fixes the sniper with a murderous glare.

“Now, Omega,” Echo starts, and he has the tone of an incoming lecture. No thanks.

Omega wiggles out of Echo’s hold, pouting up at him. “I was just playing, it isn’t–hey, no fair!” She gasps and starts to circle around Echo, evading Hunter and his fingers which attempted to dig into her sides. “No tickling!”

Hunter can’t hide his own smile anymore, as he chases her around their older brother. “It is fair, actually. Very fair. Come here!”

Omega laughs brightly, ducking under one of Echo’s arms and walking backwards to keep her eyes on Hunter. “Echo, save me!” She squeaks.

Echo rolls his eyes, smiling at her and following her with his eyes until she disappears behind him again. “No, you brought this on yourself.”

Suddenly she’s lifted in the air, and she screams a laugh while kicking her feet. “Wrecker, you traitor!” She yells.

Hunter grins evilly, wiggling his fingers in a taunt as he stalks closer. “No one’s gonna save you now, kid.”

Tech had joined them at some point, and now stands next to Echo with an identical fond smile on his lips. “He’s right,” Echo calls, crossing his arms. “This is what you get!”

Hunter manages to get a couple seconds of tickles in, relishing in the scream-laughs Omega can’t contain, before her rescue comes.

Crosshair sneaks up behind Hunter, thankful that his other three brothers allow him to. Then, fast as a flash, he snags Hunter’s bandana and runs with it.

Hunter gasps and spins on his heel, immediately chasing Crosshair. “Party foul!” He yells, torturing Omega completely forgotten.

Wrecker laughs and lets Omega down, nudging her shoulder softly. “You got off easy,” he teases her.

She pouts at him. “Traitor,” she repeats, before giving in and nudging him back. “I’ll remember that the next time you get in trouble!”

Wrecker winks at her, before turning back to watching his brothers run around the small camp. “We usually get in trouble together,” Wrecker reminds her.

“Indeed,” Tech adds, smiling over at them. “Nice shot, Omega, by the way. It was flawless. It could not have been closer if you had tried; you hit the exact spot in the cup where it would shoot the bottom off without being so low it would miss or being so high it would risk Hunter’s hand. Impressive.”

Omega beams, looking at where she threw her blaster down to fly into Echo’s arms. “Thank you,” she says softly.

Echo shakes his head fondly as Crosshair dives out of the way just in time to escape Hunter’s lunge. Hunter rolls back up on his feet, back on the chase immediately. His hair is a lot messier without the bandana, getting in his face and flying in the wind. “Who do you think will win?”

“Cross,” Omega says, at the same time Tech says “Hunter, obviously.”

Tech looks at her, shaking his head. “He got his name for a reason, Omega. He does not give up the chase easily.”

Omega grins back, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, but Crosshair is still gonna win. Just watch.”

The four of them watch as their brothers run around the camp for another ten minutes, before Crosshair finally stops almost completely, except for how he steps to the left. Hunter runs past him, almost tripping over himself in his haste to turn around.

Crosshair grins and holds out the bandana, breathing heavily. “Truce?”

Hunter’s face softens, and he walks closer and takes the bandana. He gets it set in place—before Crosshair tackles Hunter to the ground.

Hunter makes an oomf! sound as they go down, with Crosshair laughing on top of him.

“See?” Omega says to Tech, before yelling “hug pile!” And running over to jump on them both.

Crosshair only has time to roll off of Hunter and let Omega land on them both before Wrecker is there, pulling the three of them into his arms on the ground. Echo laughs as he sits beside them, and Tech joins the hug seconds later. Wrecker adjusts so all of them are crushed in his embrace. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes, and Hunter laughs, and Omega knows they’re both forgiven.No matter what happens, what chaos they start, Omega knows they’ll always be forgiven.

[theeoriginals]

CHAPTER TWO:

ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD

“where you lead me,” i said. “i’ll follow.” he laughed. “baby. baby. baby. i love you. and i’m going to build us a table and a whole lot of folks going to be eating off it for a long, long time to come.” - james baldwin, if beale street could talk

summary: the millers ring in the new year, and then celebrate sarah's birthday. joel decides he wants to settle down with blue.

warnings: the last chapter of just fluff lmao, enjoy

baby blue series masterlist

DECEMBER 31, 2002 / JANUARY 1, 2003

“Five minutes!” Sarah’s gleeful call echoed through the house, and the three adults chuckled at her excitement. 

Joel lifts his beer up, drinking the last bits of it before it gets too warm for him to enjoy. His arm tightens where it’s wrapped around Blue’s waist and she lets him pull her impossibly closer, a laugh in her voice as she and Tommy bicker back and forth. 

“Oh, come on, Miss Blue, you have to start the new year off with a kiss for good luck!” 

“And you think my good luck will come from you?” She questions incredulously, wrinkles crinkling in her face from the wide spread of her grin. “How many girls do you use that line on, huh?” 

Tommy waved a hand, smirking at the eye roll he earns from his brother. “Only you, Miss Blue, you’re the apple of my eye, the fire in my–”

“Alright now, Shakespeare,” Joel cuts in, giving his brother a faux-stern look that makes Sarah giggle. “She’ll be gettin’ a good luck kiss from someone who hasn’t spread his luck around the whole city of Austin.” 

Tommy’s jaw drops and Blue laughs loudly, the sound bouncing around the walls of the home that’s warm with the love they all have for each other. 

“Two minutes, guys,” Sarah reminds them, wiggling her way in between her father and Blue. They move easily enough, giving her the space she needs to fit amongst them. “My teacher says that a New Years kiss means you’ll find love that year,” 

“Your teacher is right, babydoll,” Blue lays a hand on Sarah’s head, tilting her head back so she’s looking up at them. “But even if you don’t get a kiss, you’ll still have plenty of lovin’ to go around.” 

Sarah smiles, but her attention is quickly torn away by the countdown beginning on the TV screen. “Look, look!” 

“We’re lookin’, baby,” Joel lays his free hand on her shoulder, sharing a smile with Blue as the timer ticked down, and the giant crowd gathered in New York on the TV began cheering as the ball dropped with each passing second.

“Ten, nine, eight,” 

“I’m saying it now, y’all, 2003 is going to be the year of the Millers. We’re kickin’ ass and takin’ names,” Blue raises a fist, earning a supportive cheer from Tommy and Sarah.

“Five, four, three, two– Happy New Year!” The four people called out over the raucous cheer from the television, and Joel leaned over Sarah’s frame to kiss Blue, the two of them smiling into it. 

Pulling apart, they shared a look before they leaned down and started kissing Sarah’s face all over, making the girl break into uncontrollable giggles. 

“Stop it, stop it!” 

Joel looks at his daughter’s flushed face, seeing her preen under the affection. “That should be enough love and luck to last you ten years, don’t you think, Blue?”

“At least ten, I think.” The woman wrapped an arm around Sarah’s shoulders and the teenager rested against her side. “She’ll be takin’ over the world before we know it.” 

“I don’t wanna take over the world,” Sarah shakes her head, scrunching her face up slightly. 

“Oh, really?” Tommy raises a brow at his niece. “Why not?” 

The girl shrugs and looks from her uncle to her dad, to Blue. “I’d rather just stay here with you guys.” 

Joel sighs, lifting a hand to cup his daughter’s cheek fondly. “You can do whatever you want, baby. You got all the time in the world.”

The night wound down shortly after the clock struck twelve, and Tommy ended up on the couch with his feet hanging over the end of it while Joel cleaned up as quietly as possible. Blue took it upon herself to help Sarah into bed, tucking the girl in as she faded into a sweet sleep. 

Leaning over the girl, she pressed a kiss to her forehead, smiling when Sarah leaned into the touch. “Goodnight, babydoll. Sleep tight, and don’t let the bedbugs bite.” 

“Blue?” Sarah mumbles, sleepy eyes looking up at her in question. “Are you gonna be my mom now that you’re moving in with us?” 

The woman stills, looking at the open bedroom door and suddenly wishing Joel were there to handle this delicate question. Clearing her throat, Blue smiled softly. “You already have a mama, Sarah.” 

Sarah shakes her head slightly, brows furrowing. “Yeah, but she left my dad. I don’t even remember her, and dad never talks about her, but Uncle Tommy says she wasn’t right for dad, not like you are. So, I want you to be my mom.”  

“Oh, babydoll,” Letting out a somewhat shaky sigh, Blue smiles. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, alright? As long as it’s okay with you and your daddy, I’ll be anything you want me to, even your mama.”

“Dad loves you,” She says, matter-of-factly. “And so do I. Do you love us?” 

“‘Course I do, Sarah. Both of you– so much. I think I’m gonna love you for a long, long time. Long as y’all let me, that is.” 

Sarah smiles then, sleepy and content as Blue smooths her blankets out again and switches on the small night light on her nightstand. “Night, Blue.” 

“Night, Sarah. Sweet dreams.” 

─────

JULY 20, 2003

“The birthday girl gets what the birthday girl wants, and your birthday girl wants pancakes,” Blue looked at a tired-looking Joel, quirking a brow when he rubbed his hands over his face, the early hour on a Sunday morning making him wish he was back in bed with Blue, still asleep. “So get up and go to the store before she wakes up.” 

“The store?” He echoes incredulously. “I don’t even like pancakes, baby, I’m not goin’ to the store at 7am on a Sunday!” 

Blue sets her hand on her hip, giving him a narrow-eyed once over. “You better hope we got all the shit to make pancakes, otherwise you’re explainin’ to my babydoll why she doesn’t have pancakes on her fourteenth birthday.” 

Joel groaned softly, smashing his face back into his pillow as Blue turned on her heel and walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen. He gets up slowly, ignoring the persistent creak of his bones and aches in his muscles as he makes his way for the kitchen, bypassing Sarah’s bedroom door that was still shut, only reaffirming the fact that Blue was up far too early. 

“Blue, what are you doin’?” 

She looks at him over her shoulder, gesturing to the small mess she’s managed to make in the five minutes it took him to get out of bed. “I’m makin’ buttermilk pancakes, what’s it look like?” 

“It looks like there was a tornado in my kitchen,” 

“Your kitchen,” She scoffs as he comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and dropping his head into the slope of her neck, still holding onto the last remnants of sleep despite knowing there’s no way he’s making it back to bed. “The other night you said it was my kitchen, and it had to be clean in order for me to use it.” 

“Yeah, but that was just so Sarah would do her chores.” 

Blue makes a noise of amusement as she slowly mixes in the concoction of dry ingredients. “Get me the vanilla extract– and the cinnamon, please. Since it’s your kitchen, Master Chef. And keep your hands to yourself, you can’t scar your daughter on her birthday.”

“Oh, Lord,” Joel groans, stoutly not moving from his place draped around Blue. “She’s seen worse. Heard worse from Tommy,” 

“I can’t believe you just used your brother as an excuse to grope me in the kitchen,” 

“What are you guys doing?” 

Blue and Joel both startle, Joel stepping back from Blue as they snap around to face Sarah standing in the entryway to the kitchen with a sleepy frown on her face. 

Clearing her throat, Blue points a finger at him accusingly. “Your dad wouldn’t go to the store to get pancake mix, so I’m making ‘em homemade for you.” 

“I can’t believe you just threw me under the bus like that–” 

“Do we have chocolate chips?” Sarah grins excitedly, cutting her dad off as she bounds towards them, exhaustion suddenly nowhere to be found. “I want chocolate chips, and whipped cream!” 

Joel grunts as Sarah throws herself against him, hugging his waist tightly, but he quickly recovers and squeezes her as tight as he can without hurting her. “It just might be your lucky day, because we have chocolate chips and whipped cream.” 

Blue shares a secret look with Joel, smiling at the girl’s excitement. “And you know, I think there might be a present for you in the livin' room, but you’ll have to go check.” 

“A present? Is it a car?!” 

“A car?” Joel echoes incredulously as Sarah pulls back, meeting his look of shock expectantly. “You’re fourteen, not twenty!” 

“I’m getting a car before I turn twenty, Dad,” 

“Not with that attitude.” 

“Blue!” Sarah whines, turning to look at the woman who’s hiding a smile behind her hand. “Tell him that I’m getting a car before I turn twenty.” 

Blue shakes her head, holding her hands up in surrender. “I am not getting in the middle of this. All I can tell you is that a car definitely does not fit in our living room, so you might be disappointed.” 

Sarah feigns an eye roll and Joel pushes her back, pointing a finger in the direction of the living room. “Go get your present while Blue finishes these pancakes for you,” 

The teenager does as told, scurrying off to the living room before she comes back with the gift bag in tow. “Can I open it now?” 

Joel nods, and Sarah pulls the tissue paper out of the bag, her smile growing as she pulls out a folded shirt, the shark-tooth necklace tucked into it, and a set of earrings. 

“Earrings?” She frowns, looking at her dad. “My ears aren’t pierced.” 

He crosses his arms over his chest, heaving a sigh as he looks between his daughter and Blue. “Blue and I have talked about it–”

“More like I had to bribe you,” 

“We talked about it,” He huffs, earning a cheeky wink from the woman. “And if you still want to, she’s gonna take you to get your ears pierced today.” 

Sarah’s eyes widen and she grins, looking at her dad. “For real? You’re gonna let me pierce my ears?” 

“If you want to,” 

“If I want to, he says,” Sarah mocks. “Like I haven’t asked you every day since I was twelve!” 

“Well, I finally got him on board,” Blue leans against the counter, looking at Sarah. “So we’re goin’ out for lunch, and then we’re goin’ to get ‘em done, and when we get home we’ll have dinner and cake, and you can have the rest of your presents.” 

Sarah launches herself at the two adults, wrapping her arms around them to the best of her ability, making them both chuckle. “This is the best birthday ever,” 

“Just wait for your sixteenth when you actually get that car you’re talkin’ about,” 

“Alright, that’s enough now,” 

“Dad!” 

───── 

AUGUST 15, 2003

"Dad,"

Joel ignores the whispered call from his daughter, his nervous hand turning the lit candle ever so slightly in the middle of the table.

"Dad!"

Joel whips around, looking at Sarah with wide eyes. "What?!"

"She just pulled in the driveway."

"Shit," He curses, backing away from the carefully set table for three. It's the nicest the Miller kitchen table has ever looked, and he applauds Sarah for her help. The single red rose sitting in a cup-turned-vase beside the candle, against the black tablecloth she'd pulled from deep in their linen closet looked as romantic as Joel Miller ever could be. "Are we ready? I don't think we're ready,"

"Dad," Sarah lays a hand on his arm, giving him a reassuring look. "You guys are practically already married, it's gonna be fine,"

He groans, forcing himself to calm. "You're right. She has no reason to say no."

"Exactly," Sarah smiles smugly as the sound of the front door opening alerts them both.

"Fret no longer, Miller family, your favorite person is home!"

Joel smiles, warmth flooding his face as he looks down at his daughter, seeing her matching grin. In unison, they call out to her. "Kitchen!"

Her footsteps come around the corner into the kitchen, and Joel finds himself floored at the sight of her smile, meeting her in the middle for a kiss that Sarah, for once, does not make fun of him for. "Hey, Blue,"

"Hi, baby," She leans in, giving him one, two more kisses before she parts from him and moves to drop a kiss onto Sarah's forehead in greeting. "I got some wine like you asked, though I'm curious as to why we're havin’ wine and not beer."

Joel huffs, briefly panicking as he shrugs his shoulders. "We're having a nice dinner, figured wine would go better," He gestures to the done-up table and her eyes fall to it, widening in surprise before a look of pure adoration floods her face.

"Oh, wow," The words are breathed out in awe, and Joel's reminded as to why exactly he wanted to do this in the first place. Because she's always looked at him and Sarah and the things they do as the best. From nosebleed seats at a football game, to simple, homemade dinners with a rose and a candle on the table, she acts like it's no less than perfection. It makes him feel giddy like a kid again.

"What's this for, huh? Did Sarah get honor roll again?"

"No," Joel cuts in, making Sarah huff as she goes to sit down in front of her plate of spaghetti. "Just wanted to have dinner with the three of us."

"Well, I love it," She grins at him before joining Sarah at the table, setting the bottle of wine in between their empty glasses. "And I am starving, so let's eat,"

Joel takes his seat with a smile, heart racing as he and Sarah share a secretive smile across the table.

"So, how was work?"

"It was alright," She waved her hand vaguely, reaching for her glass of wine as she, Sarah, and Joel talked amongst their meal. "Mr. Carden came into the center again asking about you, telling me you've been ignoring his calls."

Joel looks sheepish, but he feigns innocence as he shoves another bite of spaghetti in his mouth, manners be damned. Around the mouthful of food, he says, "I haven't gotten any calls,"

It comes out muffled, but she and Sarah both hear it, and they share mutual looks of exasperation before laughing at Joel's poor attempt at innocence.

"Joel Miller, are you ignoring that sweet old man?"

He swallows the bite of pasta, holding his hands up defensively. "I'm busy! I've been working!"

Blue shakes her head, still smiling fondly. "You just want me to be the one that has to make excuses for you,"

"Yeah, because you're so good at it, Blue,"

"I'm good at lying to people?!"

"On my behalf," He corrects, grinning crookedly as Sarah giggles uncontrollably beside them. "And I love you for it."

She points an accusing finger at him, pursing her lips to hide her growing smile. "You're supposed to be a gentleman, Joel,"

"And I am," Joel shrugs, lifting his wine glass to his lips. "But I only have to be a gentleman to you two. That's all that matters."

"You only have to be nice to me and Blue? What about Uncle Tommy?"

Joel heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes exasperatedly at the mention of his brother. "Uncle Tommy does not need me to be a gentleman, because he's an idiot."

Blue leaned over, whispering conspiratorially in Sarah's ear. "But we love him anyways,"

Sarah nodded, watching her dad shift nervously across the table. Eyes widening, she clears her throat pointedly, looking at Blue. "Dad has something he wants to ask you,"

"Sarah!"

The woman looked between them suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "Does he now?" Turning in her seat to look at Joel, she raises a brow. "What is it you need to ask me?"

Shooting a glare at his daughter, he let out a somewhat shaky breath. "Well, uh, you– you know that I love you, right, Blue?"

"I do know that," She hums, smiling softly despite her growing nerves. "You told me about two minutes ago."

"Yeah," He nods, wiping a hand over his mouth. "And you know– you know that Sarah loves you, too,"

Sarah nods furiously, smile playing at her lips.

"Joel, is everything alright?"

He mutters a curse, quickly pushing his chair away from the table and getting down on one knee.

"Oh, shit,"

Sarah nudges her in the arm even as tears well up in her eyes. "Language,"

"Sorry," Blue distantly mutters, her eyes bubbling with tears the longer she looks at Joel. “Joel,” 

“Just– give me a minute, alright? I, uh, I’m not the best with words, but I got some things I wanna say to you,” 

She nods silently, pressing a hand over her mouth to hold back the sob that wants to break free from her lips. 

“Every day I wake up beside you, and I think about how lucky I am that Sarah wanted to go across the street and talk to our pretty new neighbor. Without her, I wouldn’t– none of this would have happened, and I wouldn’t have the two most important girls in my life. You love me and Sarah far better than I ever could ask for, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough for it, baby. I,” 

He stops, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I love you, Blue. I love you, and my– our daughter loves you, so will you do us both the honor of marrying me, and sticking around for a while?”

Blue laughs wetly, wiping her cheeks with a shaky hand. “Just a while?” 

“Forever is preferred,” He smiles softly. 

“Forever, then.” She nods, laying her hand over his trembling one holding the diamond ring up for her to see.

“Is that a yes?” 

“Of course it’s a yes, baby,” She laughs, practically launching herself at him and tackling him to the floor in a hug. “I’ll marry you a thousand times, if you want me to.” 

Sarah giggles, abandoning the table to join them on the floor. Blue and Joel move, easily letting her wiggle in between them, and they all share teary-eyed looks as Joel grabs Blue’s hand and slides the simple engagement ring onto her finger. 

She wiggles it against the gleam of the light before dropping her hand to her chest, clutching it tightly like she’ll lose it if she doesn’t. 

“Hey,” Sarah hums, garnering both adults’ attention. “If someone gets you a dog as a wedding present, can we keep it?”

Blue laughed, shaking her head at Sarah. “Who on earth is going to give us a dog as a wedding present, babydoll?” 

“Uncle Tommy if I ask him to,” She says it fast, and it takes a moment for her words to settle in before Joel and Blue burst into laughter, Sarah quickly joining them in their hysteria. 

Blue lays on the kitchen floor, happier than ever, wondering how moving into a little old house on a random street in Austin, Texas, had ended up being the best thing to ever happen to her.