#holy shit this is 1.5k words long

[stellacendia]

Finally fully finished rewriting the first chapter of my one and only fanfic and I had a feeling it would end up being longer than the original version but I didn't think it would be longer by 1,400 words

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https://www.tumblr.com/ellecdc/750136516025745408/congrats-again-on-2k-well-well-well-deserved

Hnnnnnng idk if you’re open to it but I would love a full drabble or fic of sirius’ headcanon

mmmmmmmmmmmmm yummy

aftercare with Sirius Black x fem!reader [1.5k words]

CW: first sentence is....explicit, the rest is.....mature? idk, it's aftercare, the after part follows sexual intercourse - potentially adult content, viewer discretion is advised. fem!reader has the kind of hair one can brush and braid!

With two final thrusts, Sirius quickly pulled out and removed the hand he’d been using to pin your wrists to your lower back in favour of aiming for the dimples of your hips where he came with a shout. 

You heard him make a languid hum of approval at his mess before he collapsed onto the bed beside you and pulled you into him. 

“Holy shit.” He let out on a breath, causing you to snort.

“Yeah, holy shit.” You agreed as you turned your face - which had been shoved quite harshly into the mattress moments before - towards him; peeking at him through curtains of your hair. 

He let out another pleased sigh as he brought his fingers to your face and brushed your face clear of hair; his eyes brightening and his lips curling further at the sight of you.

“Hi baby.” 

“Hi.” You breathed out.

“How’re you doing?” 

You chuckled which turned into a groan as you rolled your shoulders. “Not too bad.”

“Too much?” Sirius whispered then; all levity gone from his tone as he massaged your scalp with his hand not currently propping his head up. 

You quickly denied as you brought your hand up to his wrist, turning his hand so you could press a kiss to his palm. “No, I had fun.”

He smiled crookedly at you. “Me too.”

You let out a contented breath and closed your eyes; the dampness of your skin beginning to dissipate along your body, save the curve between your lower back and your arse. 

You felt the bed dip and had barely opened your eyes when you could hear Sirius shushing you; predicting your protest before it even left your lips.

“I’ll be right back, doll; stay put.” 

Not needing to be told twice, you closed your eyes and managed to only startle slightly when you felt a damp cloth against your back.

For as nice a gesture as it was, you couldn’t help the admonishing grumble that escaped your lips when you heard the tell tale splat of the cloth meeting your floor as Sirius haphazardly tossed it towards the hamper (but not actually in the hamper).

“I know, I know.” Sirius sing-songed as he rejoined you on the bed, gently encouraging you onto your side so he could pull you in flush against him. “I’ll get it later, promise.” 

“It’ll stain the hardwood, Sirius.”

“Yeah, yeah; I said I’d get it, didn’t I?” Sirius grumbled back, but his voice was thick with fondness as he poked his fingers into your ribs playfully, eliciting a peal of laughter from you. 

“I don’t want to get up.” Sirius whined as the two of you settled.

“Me either.”

“Maybe we can just live here now?”

“I think that sounds lovely.” You agreed readily. 

“Our friends don’t actually need us, right?” He asked as he rubbed a heavy hand up and down your back. 

“I don’t see why; they’re all capable adults.”

Sirius hummed in agreement. “We’ve raised them well, they’ll be fine.”

You’re not sure how much time had lapsed from the end of Sirius’ sentence to when he finally sucked in a determined breath, but it had been long enough to startle you awake.

“Nope, sorry doll; we can’t do it.”

“What?” You groaned as you rolled onto your back, watching Sirius stand and stretch at the end of your bed. 

“Can’t live in bed.”

“Why the bloody hell not?” You countered, earning you a snort from your boyfriend.

“‘Cause, you’ll get a UTI and then you’ll say it’s all my fault and then I’ll have to make you more of those cranberry mocktails that you hate so much.” He said simply as he moved to your side of the bed.

“Come on, princess; up.”

You grumbled something along the lines of 'you’re the worst' which was met with a haughty 'that’s not what you were saying just a few minutes ago' which was then met with a 'now you’re the absolute worst' before the both of you were standing under the hot spray of the shower. 

“Still the worst?” He asked as he moved the sudsed-up loofa across your body. 

“The jury’s out for deliberation.” You mumbled; though your forehead resting against the divot of his collarbone severely contradicted your claim. 

Sirius hummed and you could feel his smile as he pressed his lips into your wet hair. “What are the possible sentences?”

You pretended to ponder that as he finished his meticulous worship of your body before handing the loofa to you.  “I heard talk of time served in the form of a foot rub and breakfast in bed tomorrow.” You explained as you lathered soap across his chest; fighting a shiver that threatened to overtake your body with the way his hands rested at your waist and his thumbs traced circles along the fat of your sides. 

“Sounds like a fair jury.” He agreed easily.

“I should think so; they were made up of your peers.”

Sirius barked out a laugh then that forced you out of your faux grievous charade. “Well I know that’s just not true; they’d have me locked up for life if that were the case.” 

The banter continued as to whether or not Remus, Peter, and James would actually plead his case or let him hang as he wrapped you in a towel and hoisted you up onto the counter where he applied your skincare for you - regardless of how 'capable you are doll, don’t take this from me'. 

And of course, though you were no less capable of doing your own hair, Sirius insisted he ran the brush through it, applied your hair care products and braided a plait into it before he ushered you back into the bedroom. 

“But I’ve heard stories of James literally talking your way out of detention. Didn’t you tell me he once stood up in the headmaster’s office and yelled objection when McGonagall accused you-”

“-correctly.”

“-correctly accused you of orchestrating a large flashmob in the middle of A Levels.” You continued as he massaged lotion into your shoulders. 

“Right.”

“So why would he let you rot now?”

“I don’t know?” Sirius continued breezily then. “Probably retribution.”

“For what?”

“Oh doll, how much time do you have?” He teased as he moved his hands down your arms.

“Fuck, you could be a professional masseuse.” You sighed as you laid back onto your bed.

“These hands are just for you, baby.” He flirted as he moved on to your legs. 

“Lucky me.” You flirted back, earning you a wolfish grin from your boyfriend. 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

You groaned in faux reluctance. “Fine, your case has been dismissed.” 

You were expecting a salacious comment from your quite lewd boyfriend, but he simply beamed at you and brought your foot up to his face where he pressed a kiss to your ankle before swapping for your other foot. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked him then. 

“It’s always you, doll; you never have to ask.” 

“Your every thought is of me?” You asked teasingly as he finished applying your lotion and watched as he crawled to join you at the head of the bed. 

“Oh certainly.”

“What about when you’re at work?”

“I’m wondering what you’re up to.”

“And when you’re with your friends?”

“I wish you were with us, or that I was with you.” 

You hummed in thought as you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. “And when you’re sleeping?”

“All my dreams are of you. Any other questions?” He asked with a smile as he made himself comfortable on the bed. 

“What’d I do to deserve you?” You whispered; eyes flitting across his face as if you were desperate to memorise every angle, every beauty mark, every eyelash, and every smile line as he opened his eyes to consider you. 

“I wonder the same thing every morning that I wake up beside you.” 

You smiled at him and pressed another kiss to his lips. “Okay.” You said decisively. “Your turn.”

You reached over Sirius’ body for the bottle of moisturiser that he had placed on his nightstand, only for him to take your arm and pull you back down onto the bed.

“I don’t want a turn.” He protested, trapping your arm between his own and his ribs as he forced you to rest your head on his chest.

“Why not? You were so sweet to me.”

“M’always sweet to you.” He hummed, earning him a snort from you.

“I wanna spoil you back.” You complained, looking up at him through your lashes in a way you knew could often get what you wanted.

However, this time it only seemed to further his decision when he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. “You can spoil me tomorrow, deal?” He offered with finality before tucking you back into his side.

But you knew better; you knew that tomorrow would end in much the same way - with him wearing your ankles as earrings and you taking turns washing each other's bodies before he moisturises your body and promises that you can spoil him the next day, which would - again - end in much the same way.

[kaleldobrev]

From Russia With Love

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Supe!Reader

Summary: You’re the first person Ben goes to see after escaping from Russia

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Cursing (5x), Fluff

Authors Note: The sequel to Memories Are All I Have | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Forty years. Forty Goddamn fucking years without you. Forty years of not being able to kiss you or hold you in his arms. Forty years without being able to tell you how much he loved you; or hear you saying it in return.

But there was a part of him that started to wonder if you had moved on from him because of how long it has been. There was a part of him that wouldn't have blamed you if you did, but he dreaded the thought of you being with anyone but him. You were the only person he ever dreamt of being with, settling down with. You were the first person to ever tell him, "I love you," and it wasn't just empty words — you had actually meant it.

Despite it being almost forty years without you, he still loved you just as much as he did the last time he had saw you back in 1984.

As he walked along the Manhattan streets, memories of the two of you walking along these very streets started to flood him. He could hear the sweet, sweet sounds of your laughter. He could feel the softness of your hands in his calloused ones. He could hear you faintly saying "I love you" to him in his ear.

But that very brief memory he had of you was quickly started to fade away, as he heard music playing — a song that was all too familiar to him and not in a good way. It was a Russian pop song that the scientists would often play when they would experiment on him. When they would pierce his skin with various knives and force feed him chemical mixtures.

He dropped his bag that he had slung over his shoulders onto the sidewalk; and he could faintly hear someone asking him if he was okay, but their words sounded so muffled like he was under water. Hunched over, everything went pitch black.

19 dead and 12 injured — read the news banner in big, bold, black letters across the bottom of the screen. "Holy shit," you mumbled to yourself, watching the news footage in absolute horror. One second the building in front of you was standing tall and proud; the next second, the sounds of glass shattering and floors collapsing in on itself. Scorch marks could be seen distinctly.

As you watched the news footage, a part of you wondered what Supe could have caused that immense amount of damage. But for the life of you, there was no Supe that you could think of. Homelander briefly entered your brain, but his beams wouldn't be able to cause that kind of damage. Yes, Homelander was powerful, but there was no way he would be able to do something like that, not unless Vought somehow found a way to give him more power than he already had.

"We were able to get the CCTV Footage of who could have caused this terrible tragedy. Unfortunately, due to the angle of the camera, the face could not be seen. But if you think you may know the terrorist reasonable, please contact Vought immediately," the news anchor stated; Vought's number flashing across the screen quickly.

As you watched the footage, it was grainy, black and white, and hard to tell who the terrorist could have been. But from what you could see, it just looked like some guy with an unkempt beard wearing a tracksuit that you hadn't seen since about the 1980s.

The man was standing there holding some kind of bag, and all of sudden the bag just dropped to his feet and he hunched over, kind of like he was having some kind of stomach pain, and a large beam of light just exploded from his body. "Holy shit..." you mumbled.

When Ben arrived at his — your apartment — he couldn't help but have a small sense of nervousness, like there was some kind of knot in the pit of his stomach. This kind of knot was something that he always experienced whenever he was about to get tortured by the Russians, as he never knew what kind of cruel experiments they were going to do on him.

He eyed the door and sighed, hoping that you were still living here, as this was the last known address that he had for you. It was the only place that he had hoped that you would be, as this was the only place he had pictured starting and having a family with you. It was a cozy penthouse about a few blocks away from Vought Tower; and it was a place that you and him had bought together as a home away from home away from Payback.

With a deep sigh, he knocked on the door, praying quietly to himself that you would be the one to answer the door and not someone else.

As you were in the kitchen making yourself some coffee, you heard a knock at your apartment door and raised a brow as you weren't expecting anyone or anything today; not even a package.

As the coffee started pouring into the mug, you started making your way to the front door, and yet there was another knock; but this time, the knock was quicker, almost impatient sounding. You rolled your eyes, and let out a small groan. "Christ on a Cross," you mumbled quietly to yourself. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" You called out, hoping that the impatient knocking would cease.

Ben heard the pads of your bare feet walking toward the apartment door, and he could hear you slightly groaning on the other side of the door, cursing every so often. But one of the phrases you said had caught him slightly by surprise. "Christ on a Cross," he heard you mumble; and a smirk tugged the corners of his lips.

He heard the chain come off the door, and within seconds the door was open before him, and there you were looking exactly the same way you had the last time he had seen you forty years ago. "Fuck, you haven't aged a day Sugar," he said, his voice sounding more gruff than he had expected it to sound.

"Fuck, you haven't aged a day Sugar," a man that strongly resembled and sounded exactly like Ben said before you. But there was no possible way that this could of been him, as you were told by not only Payback, but by Vought and Legend that he had been killed by the Russians, and that his body was taken behind the Iron Curtain. But he had just called you Sugar; and Sugar was a nickname that Ben and Ben alone had called you, and tended to only call you when it was just the two of you alone together.

But the way he was looking at you was the exact same way Ben had always looked at you. It was the look of pure adoration and joy; the look of 'you are the most gorgeous person in the world to me.' And those eyes...those distinctive hazel-green eyes that only Ben had had were staring directly at you.

You were unsure if you were seeing a ghost or having one of your hallucinations, but you reached out your hand toward him and gently placed your hand on his cheek, feeling the caveman like beard underneath your palm. When your hand made contact with his cheek, he almost melted into your touch, and his free hand made contact with the one that was on his cheek; almost checking to see if you were real too.

When your hand touched his cheek, he had to hold back all of the feelings that he had slowly building up over the course of four decades without you; he had envisioned this reunion for so long. "Ben..." your voice was low, soft, almost slightly hesitant as if you were trying to make sure that it was actually him before you. "It's...it's really you isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's really me," he responded almost as low as your voice was.

Your hand released from his cheek, and you stared at him with such longing in your eyes; almost as if you were trying to hold back tears. Without anymore hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, using that super strength of yours (practically squeezing him, and knocking the air slightly out of him), as your face buried a bit into his chest.

In that instant, Ben dropped the bag that was slung over his shoulder at this feet and wrapped his arms around you; giving you a similar type of embrace that you were currently giving him and rested his chin on the top of your head. "I've missed you so much," you told him; your face nuzzling even more into his chest.

He smiled into your hair and kissed the top of your head; an action that he didn't realize how much he missed doing until now. "I missed you too," he said. And for the first time in his life, he heard his voice breaking.

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minted: part two (snippet) (m) | myg

snippet: minted: part two (m) pairing: street king!yoongi x street vendor!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , action ; haegeum au , gang au series: masterlist | part one summary: after a whirlwind of a detour, you have second and third thoughts about the guy you saved. who even is this man? and what the hell is in that bag? note: holy shit, y’all. thank you so much for the love on this series already! it’s been a minute since we started a new series here, so nerves were firing on all cylinders. but you all showed out and gave me enormous relief and motivation to keep going, so thank you! enjoy this snippet since i missed the initial part two drop! note 2: this series is for @sailoryooons, @joonary, and @minttangerines! love you all! warnings: language, violence, weapons (guns/knives/chopsticks/etc.), blood/wounds mentions, drugs, alcohol, trauma, poor reader :(((, mint!yoongi, haegeum!yoongi, tatted!yoongi, his eyebrow is pierced, yoongi visuals in this one areeee…, tension, tense situations, crass af yoongi lol, reader is also a baddie but who is shocked, slow burnnnn est. drop date: september 16th, 2024 snippet word count: 1.5k est. total word count: 9k >:))

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There’s something to be said about the human gut. 

Not because it’s the source of multiple health aspects, or the way it’s connected to the brain. 

But, other than when violence tears it to shreds, it can be quite the defense mechanism. Just like yours churns and churns with each mechanical click of the elevator shaft.

Who is this person next to you? 

Who exactly did you decide to follow upstairs hours ago, killing your daily life to save and join on the run? 

You don’t know if you released your hand or if Yoongi let it fall, but you take this unlinking to create space. As you slide your gaze toward your companion, he merely shifts his weight and finds interest in increasing, beeping numbers.

How can someone’s profile be so troublingly handsome? You’d be able to think more clearly if he wasn’t both attractive and dangerous. Or if you simply weren’t on the verge of collapse.

Frankly, if you didn’t just murder a man you’d pass out as soon as you took too long to blink. 

To keep yourself alert—and to hopefully gather some much needed intel—you suddenly question aloud, “Where are we?”

No answer.

Alright.

“That driver called you Agust,” you recap on a second go. “What was that about?”

All Yoongi does is stare at his reflection in opulent, dim mirrored walls. Or whatever else he’s doing besides talking. 

Okay. Well.

You can face forward, too. 

“Those guys after us,” you try a third time, because who are you to give up now even if he radiates annoyance. “They didn’t look like Crane.”

“Doesn’t mean they weren’t.”

Your neck almost snaps when you turn. “Are you kidding me?”

As you watch Yoongi scorn the ceiling again, you can’t believe he doesn’t agree. 

Mm. Does he?

From the flex of his jaw, you have to assume you’re right to some degree. Because it looks like he’s very, very bothered by the people that chased you down. 

If those weren’t any of the high-powers but had equal resources and numbers…

What the hell were they? Where did they even come from?

Geez, it’s freezing. Is a drop in temperature the best barrier to you making sense of things? You can’t even appreciate the way Yoongi’s veins protrude with every adjustment he makes to that mysterious duffle bag.

Lies. You absolutely can. But there’s no way in hell you’re ever complimenting that. Or anything about him anymore because he clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you! 

Why did he even hold your hand? Was that just a ploy, too? 

But that taxi drive…

Yoongi looks down before lightly scuffing his shoe, and both of you fall silent as you finally give up with a huff. 

Massively dehydrated. Sore. Still covered in a myriad of unmentionables and now being ignored by the guy you saved. 

All you wanna do is go home, and you don’t even know where that is. 

How far did you travel? What district is this? You’ve never heard of a grey zone, but they seem fairly peaceful even at night. Neutral enough for you to consider relocating even if it meant sleeping on the street.

That brings up another question. “If we’re in a grey zone, how did you know—”

A ding interrupts your last thought, and you look to see where you ended up.

But the elevator doesn’t say a number. Only letters? What kinda floor did you stop on? 

One thing’s for sure, though. Whatever room you end up getting, if there’s only one bed you’re hogging it or taking the…

Floor…

There are many things that have shocked you in your lifetime. Many things just from today that had your head positively and forever reeling. 

But when the elevator doors slide open, you can’t even fathom what the fuck you’re dealing with. 

And in this second, more than ever, you understand how ludicrously out of your element you really are. 

“Holy shit,” you blurt, barely hearing the huff at your side.

Don’t elevators usually open up to hallways? Why are you walking into an entire living space? Is this a real place people choose to sleep in for a night? A whole floor?

Forget a whole floor, it’s a whole other place.

You slowly survey everything, wondering how much this has to be because you have never seen a living space so big. Or pretty. Or anything like this.

The ceilings vault and the furniture looks nothing like you’ve ever seen. Everything looks pristine. Clean. Is that a whole kitchen?

How are there living arrangements this big? This one place is bigger than your entire apartment level back home. 

And here you are: speechless, virtually homeless, and dragging your filth onto white marble floors. 

Perfect.

“What.” 

You turn at the scrape of Yoongi’s voice, wondering why now is when he finally chooses to acknowledge you. Head pounding, you ask outright, “Who… Who even are you? What is this place?”

He levels your stare before walking towards a long couch, dumping the duffle and raking his hair back in minted waves. “There’s a shower in every bedroom. Take your pick.” 

…Is that really his only response?

“That’s not what I asked,” you fire back, wondering what the hell his problem is so you can add more out of spite.

“But it’s what you need.”

“Say what now?” 

The fucking nerve? Even though you obviously, desperately need one, hearing him mention it makes you wanna re-use the chopsticks in your pocket. 

But Yoongi simply waves you off, grabbing a remote and flicking on a television so wide you would struggle to reach both ends. 

This is all too much. 

“You know what I need? To go home,” you huff out, leaving fire in your determined trek to the elevator. “Have a nice life, Yoongi. Or Agust. Whoever the fuck you are.” 

You get to the door and run into a dirt-slicked forearm, and the voice you hear courses through your ears, “The fuck are you doing?”

“Shouldn’t be that hard to figure out.”

“You serious?”

“Yes, I am. So move.”

Yoongi pauses, jaw working overtime before he steps aside wait he’s gonna let you go that easily? 

…Oh.

That was certainly not what you expected, but what else would you even think? This isn’t one of those stories that ends perfectly after trials and tribulations. Yoongi has proven more than once—in mere hours—that he’s no regular civilian. Nor man, for that matter.

But despite that, you blink before freezing at a terrible realization. 

No matter how you slice it, you’re much better off with him than you are by yourself right now. Even if he is a secretive criminal with a smoking gun. 

He did keep you alive that whole chase.

But there’s the smallest, tiniest chance that you aren’t quite safe with Yoongi, either. You don’t even know who he is anymore—maybe you never did.

So in a quick decision, you skim his side to slap the elevator button, chucking daggers at his brows until he leaves you to wait alone.

Good. You don’t need this. You can find your way back to your city block somehow and live the life you’ve chosen to lead again. 

Yes. You can do all of that by yourself. The chase is done. 

And so is your story with the man that will never buy your tangerines again. 

Grabbing your sleeve, a second fact stings your fingers. A jacket woven in Dragon teal. 

Shit. You need to ditch this, too. Either right now, or before you get the hell out of this grey zone because if you don’t, this is the biggest target you could ever have on your back. 

No good. No good no good you didn’t plan any of this well at all. Fucking pride blinding you to everything else logical. Is this how your story ends? Because of regret and resistance? 

You wait for the sliding doors, about to leave the biggest room you’ll ever see to occupy a box. How poetic. 

Your heart pounds as you close your eyes. Yoongi just cut you loose; it’s obvious he doesn’t care so why should you? No going back now. You’ll figure it out. The doors are finally opening. 

And someone’s inside?

Wait.

Your brain both whirrs and skids to a halt at the sight of the staff member occupying the elevator. When they give you a look, you find your hand drifting towards your back pocket.

Fucking hell, relax. You should be safe with a hotel employee, right? They wouldn’t be out to kill you. This is just your adrenaline on its haunches. 

However, one foot in the elevator and your senses go haywire. 

Because you can’t do this alone. You aren’t nearly as prepared to brave this foreign space as you need to be. With red in your hands and Dragon on your back? Absolutely not. 

You bow to the hotel staff before you face forward into the expanse. 

And as the doors start to close, you see Yoongi’s stare over his shoulder, storming with emotions and words you can’t name.

Yeah.

You fucked up.

Fuck.

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[pedrospatch]

not a thing

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

part ii

summary: You and Joel had a private moment while Ellie was asleep. Or so you’d thought she was asleep.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. implied smut, but no actual smut. grumpy Joel, Ellie is a little shit.

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: nervous to write for TLOU but still giving it a shot! poor Ellie for being subjected to what i am about to subject her to lol. Edit: holy shit, i did not expect this to get much attention. thank you all sm for reading, liking and reblogging!

It had been an incredibly stupid thing to do.

So, so, so fucking stupid.

You knew that.

And Joel knew that.

You two were supposed to have been standing watch.

Not to mention, there had been a teenaged girl sleeping close by, just mere fucking yards away from the two of you had been—

Jesus Christ.

Dammit, you and Joel fucking knew better than to be this goddamn stupid.

Careless.

But neither of you could help yourselves.

It had been several weeks—actually, it had been several months since you two had been able to steal a private moment for yourselves. That moment would have been missed had you not somehow woken up in the middle of the night, only to find Joel wide awake, his rifle in hand as he stood watch while you and Ellie had slept. You’d offered to take his place for a few hours so he could get some rest too, but instead, a few minutes and many, many desperate, feverish kisses later, the two of you found yourselves on the other side of Bill’s old white and blue Chevrolet pickup truck, Joel’s jeans unzipped and your own jeans pulled down around your knees along with your underwear. He’d had you bent over, but still standing at a point where you could peek over the bed of the truck so that you could somehow keep a watchful eye out in between the moments of mind-numbing pleasure—both for any signs of potential danger and also for Ellie, who was passed out, curled up into a little ball in her sleeping bag and completely unaware of what her two reluctant protectors were doing behind the vehicle right next to her.

Your bottom lip was busted, bruised from biting down on it so hard.

The deal had been no noise, not even a single whimper, although you couldn’t remember how well either of you had stuck to that rule in the heat of the moment. It had been a quick fuck, just enough to give you and Joel some much needed relief from all of those pent up stresses and frustrations you two were carrying on your shoulders since Ellie had entered your lives just the week before. And just like back in the Boston QZ, Joel said nothing to you once it was over and done with.

It never hurt your feelings. It was just how things were.

It was some sort of twisted, fucked up unspoken pact the two of you had. 

Joel Miller fucked you, and then he just pretended like nothing ever happened, not until the next time he found himself buried inside of you.

It’s not like you expected Joel to return your feelings.

Hell, you weren’t even sure the man knew how to feel anything but anger, bitterness, and violence. 

Afterwards, Joel took you up on your offer to keep watch and slept for a couple of hours until sunrise came and had you both moving, packing up the truck and getting ready to continue the long drive ahead to Wyoming.

“She’s been oddly quiet,” Joel mumbled to you as he packed up the remnants of the small campsite into the bed of the pickup truck. “Go check on her.”

Obediently, you nodded and dropped the sleeping bag in your hands before turning away and walking over to where Ellie was sitting cross legged on the ground, her fingers mindlessly fiddling with a small, broken tree branch on the ground. “Hey,” you offered her a small smile. “It’s almost time to get going. You doing alright over here?”

She looked up at you and gave you a small nod. “Yeah. Just cold as fuck since we can’t have a fucking fire going,” she said, tossing a tiny glare over in Joel’s direction. “But other than that? I’m just fucking peachy.”

You chuckled and shrugged out of your worn out, brown windbreaker jacket. You draped it over Ellie’s shoulders before taking a seat beside her on the ground. She may have been a thorn in Joel’s side—then again, who wasn’t a thorn in Joel Miller’s side—but you’d warmed up to her fairly quickly. A lot quicker than your partner, anyway. He was still a work in progress.

“Did you sleep okay?”

Ellie nodded, clutching your jacket close. “Kinda,” she shrugged her small shoulders. “The ground was really hard and uncomfortable. I woke up a couple of times throughout the night and had trouble falling back asleep.”

Your smile faded ever so slightly. “Oh? You did?”

Noticing the sudden change in your demeanor, a small smirk crossed the girl’s face. “I knew you and McGrumps over there were a thing.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva as you nervously sputtered out, “W-What the hell are you talking about?”

Ellie raised an eyebrow at you, shooting you a knowing look as her smirk widened.

Oh for fuck’s sake. Ellie had caught you and Joel while you two were—fucking?

Mortified did not even come close to cutting it.

“Oh god,” You muttered, your face on fire. 

“I really hope you two are being smart and using protection,” she added teasingly. “What’s that saying? Wrap it before you tap it?”

“Ellie!” You hissed, glancing over your shoulder. Joel went about his business and it was times like these where you were actually thankful that his hearing wasn’t what it used to be. You turned back to her and quickly started trying to explain yourself. “Ellie, I don’t know what you think you saw but—”

“Oh, it was too dark to see anything. I heard you guys.” She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “Back behind the truck.” She paused, thoroughly enjoying every single moment of complete and utter discomfort she was causing you. “You know, if that’s gonna keep happening, I’m really gonna need you guys to find me a Walkman with some headphones. Noise cancelling headphones, please and thank you.”

You dropped your head into your hands and anxiously rubbed your face with your palms. “Fuck. I’m really sorry, Ellie,” Was all that you could say.

What else could you say?

Sorry you had to hear me getting fucked by my partner while you were laying just feet away in your sleeping bag?

“Sorry for what? For not being able to keep it in your pants?” Ellie giggled, slapping your knee with her hand in an attempt to get you to lighten up. “I get it. Nature. Hormones. Biology and shit.”

You lifted your face from your hands. “Joel can’t know,” You warned her. “Or he won’t be able to look you or me in the eye ever again.”

Ellie groaned in exaggeration, throwing her head back. “Aw, come on! I really wanted to see him squirm.”

“Me squirming should be fucking enough you little shit,” You laughed, shoving her playfully with your elbow. Once both of your giggles had subsided, in a more serious tone, you told her, “And for the record, we are not a thing.”

Ellie stared at you in disbelief. “Get out of here, you lying sack of shit! You totally are!”

“I know it’s hard to understand. But just because two people—” You trailed off, trying to choose your words carefully. It was more often than not that you had to remind yourself that despite what Ellie had been through and all she had seen, she was still fourteen. A fucking child.

“Bump uglies?” she suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sighed. “Jesus Christ, please don’t ever fucking say that out loud again.” You paused briefly, running a hand through your hair. “But yes. Just because two people do what he and I were doing, that doesn’t mean anything. For a lot of people, it can be quite meaningless actually. It does not mean they are a thing. Me and Joel? Not a thing. Understood?”

Ellie blinked. “That’s probably the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard. Even before last night, I knew you two were a thing. Whether either of you admit it or not. I can tell.”

You knew better than to play into what she was saying, but the sheer curiosity got the better of you.

What had Ellie noticed about you and Joel?

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged, bringing her knees up to her chest. “I dunno. The way you look at him. The way he looks at you. He’s a guy who doesn’t seem to give a shit about too many things or too many people. But I know he does give a shit about you. He cares about you. Even if he might have a shitty ass way of showing it.”

You glanced back over at Joel and then back at Ellie, confused.

“And you can deny it all you want. But if there’s one thing that stone cold asshole cares about, it’s definitely you,” Ellie stated firmly.

Your mouth fell open slightly, unsure what to say to her.

“What the hell are you two yappin’ about over there?” Joel called, looking over his shoulder.

“Nothing!” Ellie practically sang, causing him to roll his eyes and turn his attention back to his task.

“Well then, get off your asses and let’s get a fuckin’ move on. Ain’t got time to waste.”

[jointherebellion215]

Flowers

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: You're living a perfectly content life on Geidi Prime with your husband. It's a shame your mind can't rest, sparked by glimpses of a life unknown. Loosely based on the song from Hadestown.

Word Count: 1.5k

TW: Dark!Feyd-Rautha, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, yandere!Feyd-Rautha, manipulation, gaslighting, like SO much gaslighting holy shit, descriptions of violence, abusive relationship, emotional abuse, isolation, tragedy, nonconsensual drug use, nonconsensual medical treatement, induced memory loss, amnesia, dubious consent, pregnancy, songfic, happy-but-not-really-happy ending, I know I said female!reader but there's virtually no pronoun usage or descriptive words in thisfor the reader besides titles so maybe GN!reader??

A/N: I'm blown away, almost 500 notes on His Kiss, the Riot? Holy shit, all of the thanks! Here it is, the final part! I'm ending it with the song that actually started this whole idea. Listening to Eva's interpretation of Eurydice singing Flowers gave me the most delicious, fucked-up bit of inspiration and this came out. I was clutching my own metaphorical pearls writing this cause damn, this gets dark. Like, way more than I thought I could write. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the end of this twisted tale. Thank you for reading! As always, I appreciate you taking the time to like, comment, and reblog.

Read Part One and Part Two

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories or events other than what are directly referenced are strictly coincidence.

Lily white and poppy red

I trembled when he laid me out

“You won’t feel a thing,” he said, “when you go down”

Nothing gonna wake you now

Drops of blood. 

A wicked, black smile.

“You won’t feel a thing.” 

You wake up with a gasp. Your doctor had warned you about dreams like this. They weren’t real, just an aftereffect of your accident.

The medical staff for House Harkonnen had been gracious enough to inform you of your predicament. When your family had recently hosted the Harkonnens, you quickly met and fell deeply in love with the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. Your love for each other was so intense that you had demanded to get married right away. Your father disapproved of the union, so he disowned you and banished you, demanding to never see you again.

On the journey back to Geidi Prime, a stray asteroid hit the ship and caused you to hit your head. Feyd had apparently worried for your life, which saddened you and warmed your heart. It was nice to know that someone truly cared for you. However, your mind wasn’t quite the same afterwards. Your life before Geidi Prime was completely unknown to you. Your memories were in a fragile state.

That was just a few months earlier. Unfortunately, your mind has not yet recovered your memories prior to the accident. You were diligently taking a specially brewed tea that would calm your mind so it wouldn’t fracture under the immense pressure to try and fix itself. When you asked how long it would take for you to recover, your heart cracked when they said that it may take the rest of your natural life.

While it broke your heart to hear of your father’s dismissal of your feelings, you believed that you were strong enough to carry on. Having no further ties to your home world made it better to settle in with your new family.

You are a Harkonnen now.

Now, your footsteps make the quietest of echoes as you traipse down the narrow corridor. Heads of nearby servants and slaves bow, and eyes snap to the floor as you pass by. You feel the barest of sympathies, for not being allowed the simplest of human connection with their na-Baronness. But it was paradise considering the consequences should anyone ever feel bold enough to try otherwise.

Your husband wouldn’t allow that.

Dreams are sweet, until they’re not

Men are kind, until they aren’t

Flowers bloom, until they rot and fall apart

“Can I not have a single friend on this planet?!”

You burst into your shared chambers, rage rushing through your veins. All you had wanted was to have lunch and tea with one of the few female palace advisors you had taken a liking to. Maybe share a laugh or a story. Make a connection outside of your new family. That was all ruined when Feyd barged in and gutted your companion, stomach-to-throat, while she sat in her chair.

You were sure that your shoes had trailed blood down the hallway, but your mind was focused elsewhere at the moment.

“What use would you have for friends? I am right here.” He closed in on you, grasping your arms and forcing you to look in his direction. “Am I not enough for you? Do I not give you everything you should ever desire?”

His hands tighten around your wrists, making you flinch. A stray tear falls from your eyes, guilt starts to overcome your anger.

“No, not at all, husband! You have given me everything I could have wished for and more,” You wrench your hands out of his grip and grasp his face. He showered you with gifts, never let you go hungry or thirsty and this is how you repay him? “I just… I didn’t think you would want to hear me talk about certain things. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

“I know you don’t, my darling.”

You take a deep breath as you feel the tension in the room start to settle.

“Your mind is already fragile from the accident… I just want to keep you safe.”

Safe. That was the key here. He takes step back and retrieves a small dagger from his belt.

Feyd holds it up, showing you the weapon. “Did you know that your friend had a blade dipped in poison strapped onto her person?”

You can feel the blood rushing from your face. No. You didn’t know.

“I-I didn’t see a knife on her. She couldn’t have-“

“She did.”

He drops the blade and leans in closer to you, forehead aligning with yours. “There are people out there who seek to harm you, who seek to harm me through you. I can never let that happen.”

You nod furiously. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid. 

Trust is unbelievably hard to come by in the Galactic Imperium. Your few months’ worth of memories can even attest to that. It seems that the only people you can truly rely on is family.

“I only want what’s best for you.”

You understand now.

Is anybody listening?

I open my mouth and nothing comes out

Another argument discussion had emerged from your telling of your latest dream. Your husband was convinced that you were entirely too exhausted to put any stock into what your subconscious was telling you, but you thought otherwise.

Fingers run through a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

“I swear to you, it felt so real! It was almost like a memory, like something I-,” A firm hand is placed on your shoulder as you give a slight stumble. Feyd puts a hand on your back, leading you to the edge of your bed, setting you on the bench that was placed against the footboard.

“Please, have some of your morning tea, my darling. You look a bit peaked.” You accepted the cup he gave you, settling down and taking a few sips of the warm, spiced drink. Your mind instantly calms, anxieties evaporating from your body like puffs of smoke. Never mind the memories that you had just… Floating.

Your husband is now on one knee in front of you, arms encasing your body, as his hands cup your face. He brings your eyes to meet his, seemingly searching. For what? You do not know.

“What were you saying about this dream of yours?” A pause reverberates throughout the room as your head tilts in confusion.

“My…?” You stutter, mouth opening to complete a thought that was no longer entirely there. “I can’t quite remember. What were we talking about?”

Your husband gives a smirk, analyzing your face once more before placing his hand on the dark fabric covering your swollen belly.

“Nothing of import. It seems that my heir is set on scrambling your thoughts.”

There seemed to be nothing in this world that brought more joy to Feyd-Rautha’s face than the sight of you and his unborn child. He’s more protective of you now than ever, having guards always posted near you, having you wear a shield during all public appearances. Not to mention, he was damn near insatiable in private. His hands and mouth are practically dragged away from you and your growing stomach every morning.

You give a chuckle. “I’d heard about pregnancy brain before, but never knew it to be this taxing! Perhaps I’ll take a walk later if I’m feeling up to it.”

Feyd gives your cheek a soft pat before rising to his feet, “Rest, my darling. I shall check in on the both of you later.” His hand rests next to yours, giving your belly a quick rub before he walks towards the door.

Your head goes to set on your pillow, the warmth from the tea running through your body. You must be really tired, since you fall asleep so quickly.

Quick enough to not hear the deadbolt lock clicking from the outside once the door is closed.

Flowers, I remember field of flowers

Soft beneath my heels

Walking in the sun, I remember someone

Someone by my side, turned his face to mine

The dreams start to encroach your mind while you are awake. You continue to follow your doctor’s instructions: take your daily tea, rest often, don’t overexert your body or your mind. But, ever persistent, they push through, finding parallels with your daily life to latch onto.

A hand, gently enlaced with yours, guides you through a meadow—

You husband’s hands lead you to stand with him by his uncle’s side, preparing for another ceremony.

A laugh, familiar and warm—

A chilling cackle of laughter reaches you in your viewing box, watching your husband gleefully slay another adversary in the arena.

Bright, yellow sunlight caressing your face and neck—

The black sun of Geidi Prime pulses in your periphery as you wave to a crowd below, your husband standing stoically next to you.

A kiss, given freely—

Feyd ravishes you in your chambers, lips melding together with yours.

My darling—

My love—

My darling—

My darling—

My darling—

My darling—

My darling—

“Is everything alright, my darling?”

You blink, snapping back to the present. Pale, smooth skin and blue eyes, your husband extends his hand towards you. Safe. He gives you everything. You and your child will never struggle or suffer with him. You are safe with him. Aren’t you?

Blood splatters over a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

You give a bright smile.

If you ever walk this way

Come and find me lying in the bed I made

[tanniefm]

all mine | jjk (m)

summary - after a heated argument in the car, jungkook makes sure to set you straight in the only way he knows how.

pairing - jungkook x (f) reader

genre - smut/minor angst, established relationship

word count - 1.5k

song inspo - all mine by brent faiyaz (but also seven cause FUCKKKKKKK)

warnings - jealousy and misunderstandings, lowkey sexual harassment (not from jk ofc), explicit language (especially calling kook out his name 🫣), angry car sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex (yes yes bad we know), creampie, reader says sorry while she gets fucked and jk like doesn’t care 😭, they love each other a lot still

a/n - heard the explicit ver of seven and my jaw dropped and pussy started throbbing and this is the result of that :)

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Jungkook is having the worst possible time right now. When he came home from the studio this evening, he fully expected to see you laid out on the couch watching some random show in those tiny little pajamas he likes. He’d forget all his stress and the minor headache he’s had for the past hour and squeeze, and kiss, and touch his pretty girl to his heart’s content. He did not account for the fact that you’d be slipping into a form-fitting dress and fussing over how long it would take to do your hair and makeup.

“Um…where are you going?” he asks with a raised brow. “To the company dinner I told you about, remember? I told you about it before you left.” Jungkook does not in fact remember. How could he when his dick was stuffed down your throat and his eyes were rolled to the back of his head? But that was earlier, and this is now.

“Oh. Should I like, change or..” he trails off. In all honesty, he really didn’t want to go, he knows if he said as much you’d be completely fine with him staying home, the problem is he doesn’t want you to go either. You look over at him and see his cute little pout. You had a feeling he'd act this way, he had a tendency to be needy for your presence. You always found it endearing though, he was like a clingy puppy at times.

“Yes baby, wear something nice please, it's business casual but you know I can't pass up an opportunity to get dolled up,” you wink. He sighs wistfully and goes into your shared closet to find an acceptable dress shirt. Since your dress is gray he felt it was only right to wear a gray shirt with a black blazer overtop and some freshly pressed black slacks. You always call him corny when he tries to coordinate his outfits with yours but he knows you secretly love it. All he can do is hope the dinner is short so he can end the night with both of you fucked out in bed.

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He really tried to have a good time, honestly. You seemed to be making it very hard for him, however (both literally and figuratively). He couldn’t seem to stop staring at how good you looked in your dress, the way his hands itched to caress your curves drove him insane. And not to mention how everytime you’d politely laugh at whatever your coworker was saying, your boobs would jiggle like they were purposely trying to taunt him. If Jungkook had his way, he would’ve taken you in the restaurant bathroom by now, but he promised before you two left to be good. But you just make it so, so hard for him.

“_____? Oh my god, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages!” You turn to see the source of the familiar voice only to find an old friend from high school. “Chris? Holy shit I didn’t know you worked here! I’m good, it feels like we haven’t talked in forever,” you say cheerily. Jungkook slightly furrows his brow, Chris? You never mentioned a Chris before. As he watched the two of you catch up, he couldn’t help but notice the dark look in Chris’ eye. The way he seemed to look down at your breasts and ass more than he did your eyes. He knew exactly what that look meant, and he had no intention of watching him continue on with it. What especially irritated him was how naive you seemed to be to it. How could you not see that Chris wasn’t listening to a word you said? But the last straw was seeing him lean in for a hug and watching his hands slowly but surely make their way to your lower back, dangerously close to your ass.

“Ok that’s enough,” Jungkook said gruffly. He tugged you out of his arms and swiftly pulled you along out of the restaurant. “Jungkook what the fuck?” You were honestly surprised he was handling you like this, who the fuck does he think he is to be gripping on your arm like you’re some kind of bad child?

“Get in the car,” he says sternly. He must’ve lost his damn mind. “Excuse me?” Where was this coming from? Just a second ago he seemed fine, why is he acting so pissy all of a sudden? “What the fuck is your problem Jungkook? What are you so mad about?” you ask desperately. He says nothing as he opens the passenger’s door and waits for you to get in. You scoff and sit down, rolling your eyes while doing so. He always hated when you rolled your eyes at him, and frankly, it was pissing him off even more. But it’s ok. He knows how to get that little bratty attitude you had to go away.

He gets into his seat and takes a deep breath. “So. You and Chris seem close huh,” he says calmly. You raise a brow and look at him with utter confusion. “Uh no, not really. I haven’t talked to him since I graduated,” you reply. He gives a huff of laughter and shakes his head. “Then why exactly was he giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes baby?” Realistically he knows he’s being overdramatic. Chris was obviously being a creep and you just so happened to be the person he set his eyes on. But Jungkook’s been annoyed the whole night, and it seemed like this was the catalyst for his patience.

“How should I know? It’s not like I was purposely trying to seduce him!” you say exasperatedly. This is ridiculous! Does he think you wanted to make him jealous or something? For what? He was making zero sense right now, and all it was doing was making you angry.

You two went back and forth for what couldn’t be more than 10 minutes before saying something you knew you should’ve never said. “Fuck Jungkook, why are you being such a little bitch right now,” you exclaim, annoyed. His eyes widen slightly before his entire face hardens. You’ve never seen him look so serious. “Come here.” He leans his seat back slightly and looks at you expectantly. “Baby I-“ “I wasn’t asking,” he interrupts. You’re so fucked.

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“Fuu-uu-uuuck m’ sorry! M’ so sorry!” you cry out into the steadily rocking car. Jungkook grips your hips tight as he pulls you up and down on his fat dick. “Sorry? Oh, but I thought I was a bitch? What happened baby?” he grunts. This is exactly what he needed. He's been pent up ever since he got home and he needed to pound into this tight cunt to relieve all this pent-up stress he’s been feeling.

“N-no! Didn’t mean it I promise daddy, promise!” Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. You’re so fucking close. He’s hitting your g-spot with precision, angling his hips in just the right way to take you over the edge. His big, strong hands move down to your behind and grab each globe. He holds you still and pistons into you with an ever-growing speed.

“Don’t give this pussy to anyone else, do you hear me? he pants as he throws his head back in ecstasy. “Whose pussy is this?” he questions. “It’s yours, daddy! Yours yours yours, no one else’s!” you moan out. His moans start raising in pitch as he works his throbbing length in and out of you. Your wetness staining his dress pants and his seat. “Uhhhh fuckkk I’m almost there princess I’m right there hold on baby,” he babbles.

You bring your hands to the back of his neck to lift his head to yours, making sure those pretty doe eyes of his look directly into yours. “C'mon, daddy. Cum in your pussy,” you say seductively. His eyes shut tightly as he lets out a loud whine. His hips still and press into you as deep as your walls will allow him as he paints them white. Feeling his warmth overflow from inside of you triggers your orgasm right away, you tuck your head into his neck as you sob and shake.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you and kisses your head repeatedly as you both breathe heavily and try to bring yourselves down from the intense moment. He squeezes you into his arms as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t have a strong hold on you. His kisses go down to your face where he peppers them all over your cheeks and lips, whispering how much he loves you and how good you were for him.

“I love you so much ____ please don’t ever leave me,” he whimpers into your mouth. You pull away and look at him incredulously. “Baby…why would I leave you?” you ask softly. “I just…I don't know. I guess I got a little insecure back at the restaurant. I know it's stupid but, for a second it really seemed like I was losing you.” he explains sadly. You frown and give him a long, heartfelt kiss. “Koo baby, I don't even think about anyone else when I have you. You're all I need.” He blushes and grants you his precious bunny smile.

“My big jealous baby, you know I love you.” ♡

[holy-puckslibrary]

━ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞. 

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pairing(s) — JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader (est. relationship) wc — 1.5k synopsis — jamie can’t keep his hands to himself, and neither can his girlfriend. (prompted on this ask)

note — title’s from summertime by bon jovi + yes, this is a re-upload from the main blog (@holy-pucks) since nothing of mine posted there shows up in the tags. if you’ve already liked or shared that post, i would really appreciate you doing the same with this new one :) thx a million in advance! xx 

specific content warnings listed below the cut.

cw — alcohol consumption/tipsy!reader x tipsy!jamie, accidental exhibitionism (jamie getting handsy at a bonfire bc he just can't resist lol), suggestive lang + innuendo, + general fluffy filth but nothing super explicit really, pretty tame for me tbh 

jamie drysdale has never been so pleased to have lost a fight in his entire life.

he didn't think it'd get cold enough to warrant lugging around an extra blanket (meaning him, not you—he's a gentleman). you thought otherwise, and pestered him until there was one neatly folded in the backseat.

objectively speaking, jamie was right; it wasn't even chilly. he was actually a little warm, if he was being honest, but that had a lot more to do with his wandering, beer-soaked mind than the weather or a superfluous layer.

—and he had a tent in his pants to prove it.

it's his own fault. he pulled you into his lap when there were more than enough lawn chairs scattered around the blazing fire, knowing full-well you fidget when you're tipsy. jamie knows you can't sit still to save your life, yet he sat you across his thighs anyway. and now he—and his raging hard-on—are paying the price.

he isn't embarrassed he's turned on, that's not the problem. that's never the problem. you've been dating for years, and anyone who's shocked by the effect you have on him has bigger problems than jamie's attraction to his own girlfriend.

it's the fact that he's about ten seconds away from pulling your suit to the side and rutting into you in the middle of a public beach with his friends not even a foot away.

someone across the half-moon crowd says something that makes you laugh—makes you wiggle. jamie's hands tighten on your hips to keep you still, but, by this point in the night, his body is too lax to be of much help. if anything, the impassioned touch eggs you on, and it isn't long before his hips are moving to match your mostly-involuntary movements.

jamie hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so tight it aches. "baby, quit it—please."

fluttering half-lidded eyes meet his, clock his internal struggle, and immediately twinkle with mischief. under the guise of shifting your attention, you rub the outside of your thigh against the bulge threatening to tear his trunks.

"quit what?" you ask with a demure smile, your hands looping themselves around his neck. warm fingertips play with the feathered locks tickling his sunburnt neck, making him shiver.

"you know what," he glares. "i don't know when we'll get back home, and you're driving me insane."

"touch me here."

blinking in disbelief, he balks. "w-what?"

"touch. me. here."

each word is punctuated with a chaste peck to his ever-reddening cheek. the succinct affection bounces you in his lap, and jamie can't help but slide his hands further beneath the sandy blanket. at first, to halt the infuriating friction but, like usual, once his hands wander he just can't stop. consequences—and shyness—be damned.

"s'not a good idea." jamie nips your jaw, dotting a line of warm kisses along your neck, stopping once his nose brushes your ear. "my baby's loud as shit, and i'd rather not have an audience."

you swat his chest in offense, but giggle nonetheless. "am not!"

"are too." he smiles up at you.

"i can be quiet," you huff, determination furrowing your brow.

jamie reaches up to smooth the crease with his thumb. you catch his arm and press a sweet peck to the inside of his wrist. he shudders.

you hum into his skin, "i think you're projecting."

"that right?" your boyfriend feigns ignorance, amused.

"let me prove it," you whisper before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. with your forehead flush to his, you try again. "please, jamie. i can't wait anymore—and i certainly can't wait until t strikes out with whoever he's obsessed with this week."

jamie snorts.

you make a solid point; it could be another ten minutes or upwards of two hours. his guess was as good as any—trevor himself included. jamie's really starting to hate that him finally fucking his own girlfriend hinges on his best friend's ability—or inability—to seal the deal.

"you make even a peep, and i stop. got it?"

what's the worst that could happen if he indulges you a bit? no one's even paying attention to either of you, anyway.

you nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth. jamie tugs it free, fingertip dancing over the fresh indentations. your tongue slips out to tease his sun-soaked skin, and it isn't long before the digit is flush to your hot tongue.

jamie's eyes are almost black with lust as they watch your lips welcome and release his finger over and over again. your eyelids fall as he slips into a trance, mesmerized by your mouth.

"words, baby. gimme words," he prods, the words barely audible.

you surrender his hand with a faint pop, blinking down at him like you're already teetering on the precipice. "no sounds or you stop—i got it," you parrot. "now are you going to touch me?"

"needy, needy, baby," jamie teases after stealing a kiss. "i've spoiled you rotten, haven't i? can't even go a couple hours without begging me to touch you... s'alright, i can barely keep my hands of you. 'specially when i've got you sittin' all pretty in my lap like this."

"—jamie, please, just... just touch me already—need t'feel you."

chuckling to himself, jamie mercifully pushes the sodden material out of the way. he nearly moans at what he finds.

how much of it is from the evening dip you took with a couple of the other girlfriends, it's hard to tell, but he'd put good money on it being little to none. no, the damp patch growing in his lap is all you. sweet and warm, and perfectly you.

you gasp when he collects some of the escaped arousal with a few of his fingers. jamie raises a brow in your direction and you cover your mouth apologetically. he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. you're trying so hard to keep quiet, it's adorable.

"—haven't even done anything and you're already breaking your promise," he chides. "how am i supposed to give you what you want when you're already misbehaving?"

"the other one," you breathe. confused, jamie hesitates. "give me your other hand."

you fish his free hand out from between your bodies and bring it up to your mouth. his eyes bulge out of their sockets once your intentions become obvious; you mean to silence yourself by sucking on his middle and marriage as he fucks you with the other hand. your back is mostly to the group, but he's still paranoid as all hell.

yet, jamie can't bring himself to deny you—or himself.

"you're gonna be the death of me," he groans as your head dips.

too turned on to care, jamie relents and slips a gentle finger into you. your eyes pinch shut, teeth catching on his other hand, but no sound leaves you. as a reward for your good behavior, he sinks in even further, until he's knuckle-deep at both ends.

his movements are much slower than normal, but, somehow, it doesn't matter. jamie's thumb seeks out your clit, sensitive and swollen despite its neglect, and he traces lazy circles between deep, measured thrusts. all the while, he mouths at your neck with little concern for what evidence he might leave behind. jamie's sole focus is making you feel as good as he does right now with his half-naked, hot-as-hell girlfriend writhing in his lap, her pretty pussy clenching around his lucky fingers.

"—j-jamie," you warble around his drenched hand, hips bucking into the other with what little leverage you have positioned like this. "—close, s'close."

oh, he knows. he can tell. jamie knows your body better than you do; he's a diligent student.

"are you, baby?" jamie can't resist a bit of taunting. you're too far gone to push back. "poor thing, what do you need from me? tell me what you need to get there."

you're slow to answer, overwhelmed by the sensations attacking your mind from all angles. somewhere along the line, a second finger was added... and then a third. the burning stretch aches so good your vision blurs.

jamie, jamie, jamie—the beginning, middle, and end of your thoughts—jamie, through and though. he's everywhere, but it's still not enough.

"my n-neck," you eventually gasp. "please—kiss my neck again."

your boyfriend is more than happy to oblige. lips latched to the tender spot just below your ear, jamie lets his hand take control of the pace; he's no longer content to drag this out. it's been a long day, and all he wants is to watch his pretty girlfriend fall to pieces in his lap.

your peak is ushered in by a series of pitiful little whines and whimpers, mostly muffled by his spit-stained hand, but jamie doesn't have the heart—or the sanity—to chastise you for it. if he had it his way, his mind would play those beautiful, broken sounds on a loop.

but the reverie is too good to last. it always is.

"get a room, you two!"

a chorus of laughter and vulgar remarks succeed trevor's call-out. and, hot under the collar, jamie's cheeks burn pink as he buries his face in the safety of your neck.

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Silent Desires | #1

Synopsis — There was a time when you pondered how you'd ever let it be known how much you desired Jungkook. But now? He’s back. And he’s not being silent with his desires anymore.

• Jungkook x F!Reader

• Brothers best friend, childhood friends to somewhat strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, and a bit of angst

• explicit language

• word count: 1.5k+

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"God fucking damnit!"

You screamed as you tried to calm yourself down. Was it working? Absolutely not. But it felt good, right?

The phone rang a couple rings before the person you were not looking for, answered. "Hello sister!" Gross. The sound of anyones happiness, pissed you off right now.

"Jimin, is dad home? I really need him." You said exhaustingly. Please let your dad be home. You need him right now.

You sighed, "It's... just my car. It stopped and won't go into gear..."

"Hey, everything's okay. I'll come get you and check it out. I have someone who might know a thing or two about cars... we'll be there soon."

We?

"Jimin who is-?" Before you could ever ask, he hang up. Probably one of his buddies or a coworker. You honestly didn't care. You just needed to get you and your car home.

You just sat in the drivers seat holding back tears. This car is a piece of junk. Honestly. It's old, lots of miles, but you've done your best to take care of it. The thought of being without a car was scary. How are you gonna get to work? You guess you could rent a car. But that's a lot, and who knows how long you'd need one for. You could buy a new one, but that's even more money. Everyone in your family has jobs, and needs their own car. So you couldn't borrow one. Fuck.

Fuckity fuck fuck.

You didn't have much time to overthink more before you could see Jimin's car pulling up behind yours, off the side of the road.

Curse your brother for having tinted windows, and curse the sun for starting to set, because you had no clue who was in the passenger seat.

You hopped out of your car and popped the hood. You could at least do that much.

"Hey sis! You okay?" No. No I'm not.

"Yeah I'm fine, cold and anxious, but I'm fine." Not a total lie.

You walked Jimin to the hood of your car and gave him a play by play of what happened. He checked all your fluids, and looked at the engine as much as he could. He knew a little about cars, but not as much as your dad did.

You totally forgot about the person in the passenger seat. "Chim, who did..."

Oh fuck.

"Hi Y/N. Car troubles I see?"

You knew that voice anywhere. The boy you befriended when you were 9. The  boy who eventually became better friends with your brother, than you. The boy who moved away when he was 16, but still kept in touch with Jimin, at least.

The boy who turned into a hot fucking man, who is now standing in front of you.

"Jungkookie?"

You were sure your jaw was on the ground. The last time you seen him, in the flesh, was 5 years ago at Jimin's 21st birthday dinner. Sure, you'd see his pictures on social media, and what not, but not in person. Holy shit, is he even real?

Of course he is. Jimin talks all the time about him. Even though he moved, him and Jimin still hang out all the time. Usually they meet somewhere in the middle. He only moved two hours away.

"Ah, you still remember my nickname?" There was that stupid bunny smile. Stupid. Stupidly cute.

"Of course I do. How could I forget?" You flashed him a smile right back. How could you ever forget Jungkook? You only crushed on him for half your life. He was cute. He had always been cute. But once he became more of Jimin's friend, you knew your chances were out the window.

Jimin had one hard rule for his friends. "Leave my little sister alone." He loved being a big brother. He loved being your big brother, even more. He would do anything for you. And that includes keeping you safe. Especially from his friends.

As you got older, you understood that rule, more. Especially when Taehyung was around. Another cute friend of Jimin's, but an absolute flirt, and dare you say, playboy. All of his friends would flirt with you from time to time. Although, you didn't know if it was them actually flirting, or just trying to rile up your brother.

Before you could daydream even more about he man in front of you, Jimin caught you out of your thoughts.

"So, Y/N. Tell Jungkook what happened. He knows cars more than I do."

Suddenly you forgot your words. Jungkook was intimidating. He wasn't the boy you once knew. "I- uh... it was going down the road just fine, t-then, it started j-jerking and I pulled over and it wouldn't switch gears. And now it won't d-do anything."

That felt like it took you 3 weeks to say. You just explained all of this to Jimin in 15 seconds. Pull yourself together.

He just nodded at you, and then started looking over your car more.

God he was hot. You were kinda glad your dad didn't answer.

"It looks like it's your transmission. I'm guessing it probably went out, and you'll need a new one. I can look at it more tomorrow when I can get it off the ground and have more light." He looked at your softly. Surely that's not news anyone wants.

"I'd appreciate that. Thank you."

Jimin rubbed your back to calm you down, "Let's call a tow truck and get it home. Kook can look at it in the morning. He's staying over this weekend."

You sat inside your car while you called your insurance company to see if they could get a tow truck for you. Thankfully they could, and it was on it's way.

Jimin had walked back to his car to call your parents and let them know what was going on. You were just left with the sexy man in front of you.

Do you speak? What is there to say?

"Thank you again for coming with Chim. I really appreciate it. I was hoping my dad was home but... I guess you're okay too." Now what the fuck do you call that?

He chuckled as he looked at the ground, "I'm glad I could help. I'm sorry about all this. Car problems suck."

"It's all good. Had my fair share with this car..." You really didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him. Anyone with a brain would have gotten rid of this car a long time ago. "So uh... what are you doing all the way down here?"

He stared at you blankly. God his eyes alone could ruin you. It was like he was in a trance. He didn't even blink. "Jungkook?" He stared a few seconds longer before he snapped out of whatever it was he was in.

"Sorry, uh... why I'm here... oh! I moved down here actually. Closer to work and I miss you guys." If there was any day light right now, you would see his ears are red. Something that happened when he's embarrassed. Kind of his way of blushing.

"Miss you 'guys'? You mean Jimin?" Surely just Jimin. He had long forgotten about you.

"No, you too."

Huh? 'You too'?

You gulped. There was two ways you could go about this. One, you could tell him off about how he obviously didn't miss you when he left and never really spoke to you. Ever. Or you could play into it and see what exactly he means by that. Before you could even tell yourself which one to go with, your mouth already spoke for you.

"Didn't seem like you missed me too much." You couldn't do this. You didn't even want to continue this conversation. You walked over to Jimin in his car and just listened to the phone call he was having with your parents.

Soon enough, the tow truck was there, and before you, yourself could greet the driver, Jungkook already had it handled. He gave the driver the keys and told him your address. He grabbed your stuff out of your passenger seat and waved the driver off.

"Here, thought you might want these." Again with a soft smile that could destroy you, and he handed you your bag, and jacket.

What the fuck was he doing? Trying to make it up to you?

"I could have done all that by myself. I'm not the little girl you once knew." You gave him the tiniest smirk. What the fuck were you doing? Surely he couldn't see that, this late at night. You walked off and left him while you got in the back of your brothers car.

Thank god it was dark, and you were out of distance, otherwise what Jungkook said would end it all.

"Guess I should find out exactly what that means, Miss Y/N."

He had the same smirk you had, only a lot bigger.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: starting a family was yours and charles’s dream, and welcoming little baby matteo hervé leclerc was the absolute best day of your lives, and the start of a new future as a family of 3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of pregnancy, hospitals and childbirth & lots n lots of fluff

𝐚/𝐧: well she’s here the first chapter of Little Karter! i’m so excited to write this little series and i really am excited to share the ideas i have with it! i hope you all enjoy it<;3

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For as long as you could remember and as long as you had been with Charles, there was never a doubt in either of your minds when it came to having a family. You’d always  wanted kids and so had Charles, so when the day had come that you found out you were expecting, it was a day you would forever remember. Nothing about trying for a baby comes easy, it doesn’t help that still to this day most books and movies fail to highlight that. It took you and Charles almost three years to conceive your now 4-year-old son Matteo, it was a lot of tears, pain and trial and error until that very morning you took the test. 

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Time moved slow as you stood in front of Charles, the three tests you had taken in his hands, tears lining your eyes.

“Ne me mens pas..bébé, s’il te plait”

Charles was on the verge of losing it, his eyes glossing over as he start at you with such a yearning and adoration, you had never seen anything like it 

“I promise my love…”

“Holy shit!”

He was quick to pull you into his chest, his arms holding you tight to him, tears hitting your neck as you held onto one another, A moment that would forever cement itself into memory, there was nothing that could top the reaction and love you felt and saw that day. 

“We did it Char”

Pulling back he took your face in his hands, bringing you in for a kiss, a tearful smile on his face when he pulled away 

“We did it baby”

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Charles had been nothing short of amazing throughout your pregnancy, from doctors appointments, to late night cravings and sitting at your side as you experienced the worst morning sickness throughout the first trimester. If you needed him he was there, he made that extremely clear to you as well as Ferrari. Letting them know if you needed him he would be there, racing was his passion, but you were his heart, and he would drop anything for you, all you ever needed to do was ask. 

He was adamant about this from day one. 

You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips as you watched him pick out baby boy’s first outfit, you had gotten to the hospital almost five hours ago, your water breaking, thankfully enough on the summer break so Charles was already at home with you. He was so excited to become a father, you could not wait to see him flourish into his new role.

“Char he won’t know what he’s wearing…”

He turned to smile at you. 

“I know baby but-I just want it to be perfect for him, I want everything to be perfect for you too”

“It already is my love, you’ve done so much for me the past nine months, you’ve taken such great care of me...”

A pause fell over the room, Charles placing a little white onesie with red cars on it down onto the change table across from your bed, moving to sit next to you, his hands grabbing yours gently. 

“I love you, I would do anything for you, and I’ll keep taking care of you, both of you.”

Leaning down he kissed you, rubbing your cheek ever so softly when he notices a stray tear that had begun to roll down your skin. No further words needed to be exchanged, Charles could see it in your eyes just how much you loved and adored him, and right now that was more than enough for him.

Thankfully you managed to get some more rest not long after, Charles keeping his eye on you diligently, he was too excited and anxious to rest, despite his mother being adamant that he gets his sleep now. As soon as a baby comes along it becomes much harder to get your beauty sleep, but you’d never hear a parent complain, especially not Charles, this was what he’d been dreaming for, and he was sure if his father was still around he would be so proud of him. 

It wasn’t until seven pm, that you were dilatated to ten centimetres and could start pushing, it was a pain no one could prepare you for, and a pain that was way worse than you had ever imagined 

“Tout va bein, ma belle…tu es si forte”

“Ça fait mal Char…cant-“

Charles shook his head, moving to be closer as he swiped a cool cloth across your forehead

“I know, I know it does but he’s almost here…just a bit longer baby, I know you can do it”

He looked at you with fierce determination, he could see the exhaustion behind your eyes but you were so close to holding your little boy and it was with the next hard push and agony filled scream that his cries echoed through the room. Charles quick to kiss yours cheeks as he rested his forehead on yours, tears in both of your eyes 

“I’m so proud of you baby, you did it…he’s here”

The doctor was quick to place the crying baby onto your chest as you sniffled, your hands moving to hold onto him, he needed to be cleaned up still but this allowed you and Charles to connect with him right away

“Bonjour mon petit, tu es si parfait, papa t’aime déjà beaucoup” he said quietly, brining a hand up to wipe his eyes

“He’s so perfect Char…”

The nurses then came over and took him gently, allowing Charles to cut his umbilical chord before taking him over to weigh him and check him out, allowing Charles to come back to your side, a look in his eyes that was only reserved for you and your perfect baby boy 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you”

“Oh my love, you don’t need to thank me, I love you so much you never need to thank me for this”

He shook his head

“I do because-because you made me a father… it is all I have ever wanted”

Reaching your hand out to him he took it, kissing the back of it before sitting next to you, allowing you to then lean your head into him, waiting patiently for the nurses to bring your baby back. Of course it didn’t take them very long, wrapping him in a warm blanket and gently placing him into your arms, your eyes taking all of him in.

He was a tiny little baby, but in every way absolutely perfect, he had Charles’s nose and his hair, he was the spitting image of his father, a twin if you must

“Hi my angel…”

Charles watched you interact with your son, smiling as you traced his little cheek with your pinky finger

“You are your daddy’s twin aren’t you? Mhm..”

You couldn’t help but place a series of gentle kisses to his face, just enjoying holding him in your arms, watching as he had begun to move a little

“Char you ready to hold him..?”

A slight look of hesitation flashed across your husbands eyes, he’d been waiting nine months for this moment, so why was he so worried

“My love, you’ll be okay, I promise…you don’t do anything wrong”

“Yeah-um okay yes”

He was meticulously careful and slow in his movements as he lifted the baby from your chest, moving to sit down in the rocking chair next to the bed, he never imagined in a million years he would be holding his little boy in his arms. It was no surprise to you to see his emotions ramp up again as he placed a kiss to his forehead

“Tu es mon plus précieux trésor mon bébé”

“Il est tout à nous mon amour”

Sniffling Charles nodded, the baby sleeping soundly nice and tucked into his arm. You figured he would wake up eventually to eat but for now there was no greater sight than seeing your husband and baby boy cuddled up with one another.

“Welcome to the world little Matteo Hervé Leclerc”

rough english translations:

Ne me mens pas..bébé, s’il te plait - don’t lie to me baby, please

Tout va bein, ma belle…tu es si forte - everything is fine sweetheart (or my beautiful) you are so strong

Ça fait mal - it hurts

Bonjour mon petit, tu es si parfait, papa t’aime déjà beaucoup - hello little one, you are so perfect, daddy loves you so much already

Tu es mon plus précieux trésor mon bébé - you are my most precious gift (treasure) baby

Il est tout à nous mon amour - he is all ours my love

[lowkeyrobin]

reader has had a crush on Rory since they were kids when they kissed (for practice ofc) but rory just has eyes for Erica and it breaks reader's heart but is still supportive cause as long as rory is happy so are they and SOMETHING happens which means reader is slowly dying and rory doesn't realizes his feeling until it's too late and reader dies in his arms.....

holy shit Alex you are evil. when I said angsty mbav I didn't realize you took that personally 😭🙏 /lh /pos

RORY KEANER ; you don't know what you have until you lose it

summary ; you like rory, but he doesn't reciprocate

warnings ; language, death, talk of throwing up, influenced by some music bc I was listening to sleep token LMAO

track ; take me back to eden ; sleep token

word count ; 1.5k

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The only good thing about living in Ontario, Canada, was your friend group, the Supernatural Squad. Although you were just the comedic relief, you were the most reasonable and level-headed. You were still a staple to the group. You weren't very supernatural, however. Just an ordinary human who happened to be friends with a bunch of vampires, a witch/wizard, Benny couldn't decide on a damn label, and a seer.

You and Rory and Benny and Ethan were the two duos of the group that'd been together the longest. Benny and Ethan met in middle school, and you and Rory met in 4th or 5th grade when he moved to White Chapel. Sarah and Erica met in their freshman year, having been bonded over the lack of friends and their good grades in English and history classes.

You and Rory were a different kind of close. In every universe, you knew you'd met each other, one way or another. He was the funny, dim-witted vampire who was still a geek even through his transformation into puberty and vampirism. You, on the other hand, remain the second half of his comedy troupe, the smart and level-headed companion he needed to keep him mentally stable through all these new, weird things he was going through. He'd forever be 15 while you grew older, something you weren't too worried about right now.

You remembered like it was yesterday when you shared a first kiss for "practice." It was practice, really, Rory wanted to know how to kiss before he tried asking Erica out. However, for you, that was the problem. You didn't want it to be practice for him to be able to woo over Erica.

There was no doubt that Erica, the tall, blonde, vampire, was hot. Hell, if you weren't already head over heels for the younger blonde, you'd totally date her. But, that was the whole thing, he had googly eyes for Erica and you just solemnly looked at him with love stuck in yours like a curse.

But, of course, Rory hadn't learned about the phrase "you don't know what you have until you lose it." He wasn't expecting to lose you, nor was he aware that he even had you wrapped around his finger.

During the final fight with Vice Principal Stern, you'd gotten hurt, and hid it from your friends ; you saved White Chapel for good, ridding the town of evil. You didn't want to sour the mood about a wound that would heal itself, and you didn't want your friends worrying about something so small that'd disappear in time.

Stern hit you with a purplish magenta light-beam from his staff, leaving a very painful, burn-looking wound on your side. Over time, it didn't heal like you hoped it would, if anything it only looked worse, like your skin was decaying.

You had it wrapped up nearly 24/7 to prevent infection, the grey-ish skin was pruney and nasty looking from the amount of moisture. You'd only been living through the pain thanks to a lot of Tylenol, which you probably took a little bit too much of sometimes on accident. The center of the wound was a weird purple color, like a bruise, and it branched off like veins almost. It ran down your hip and up your torso, a grey color, acting as if you were a rotting corpse or something.

The theory was that it'd heal over time or completely disappear after a way since Stern was gone. But obviously, those were both incorrect.

You touch the wound, feeling a sharp pain radiate through the area as you pull your fingers away with a grimace. Your next idea was to ask Benny for a potion or something to help it go away. I mean, he had to have had some wound-dissolving spell or potion laying around somewhere, he was a witch for Christ's sake. It shouldn't be too hard to just ask for one.

That was easier said than done, however. He and Ethan wanted to know what it was for before he made it, and they wouldn't stop pressing after you said it was nothing. They eventually figured you out though, having been the first to notice and point out the veins spreading up to your collarbone and shoulders while you were all hanging out at Ethan's after school.

You kept telling them you were just tired and you had a cold, etcetera etcetera, the past few months, but after a while, they started to wonder why you were only looking worse. Then they persuaded you to just show them so they could help. You complied, showing them the wound you acquired from the final battle with Vice Principal Stern.

Ethan is the first to speak, quickly questioning you, "Dude, when and where did you get that?"

"Fighting Stern a couple of months ago." You shrug nonchalantly as you try your best to force your eyes open to stay awake, "Look, I just need something to make this heal or disappear, okay?"

Benny and Ethan share a worried look, barely able to look at your wound without cringing in disgust and the pain they felt for you.

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Within another agonizing week, Sarah, Erica, and of course, Rory, had found out as well. So much for secrets.

All that week, no amount of drugs or spells or potions could help your condition whatsoever. You would frequently throw up and would have to skip class to go to the nurses office or sit in the bathroom while your stomach twisted and turned inside of you. Rory tried helping you as much as he could, carrying your things and flying you straight home after school, but it didn't help much, neither did the magical help from Benny and his grandma, it was like you were immune to it at this point.

You lay in bed on your side, a trashcan accompanying you for any biohazards. The veins now climbed up your neck, your shoulders, and down your legs, your eyes were made heavy by suitcase sides bags under your eyes, it felt like your eyes were swollen, yet they weren't. Rory sits beside you, one hand rubbing your shoulder as you mindlessly babble on, his other hand holding an ice pack to your forehead as you experience heat flashes.

The four other teens stand outside your closed bedroom door, trying to think of any ways to help you. They wanted to convince your parents to take you to the doctors, but how would you explain the massive wound on your side. And how would you explain that you were now a walking corpse acting like a shitty father after a trip to the bar?

"Y'know, Rory, I've always liked you, like, like-liked you" You giggle, ruffling his hair. "You're adorable"

Rory lightly smiles, not taking your words to heart.

"Really, please listen to me, R" You quickly place your hands on his cheeks, cupping his face, "I like you. And I know you don't like me back and shit, you like Erica and you're constantly talking about it, but I want it off my chest before this stupid thing probably kills me or starves me out of my body"

The blonde boy blinks a few times, and wraps you in a hug. "I'm sorry" He mumbles, remembering the fact you were definitely on your last limb here, "You're the best, most awesome friend I could ever ask for, so you're not gonna die! Wait- could I turn you into a vampire and save you? Would that work?"

You shrug, not wanting to get too excited, I mean, the others probably already thought of that and imagined a bad outcome.

The four walk back in to see you resting your head on Rory's lap, probably sleeping as he speaks up, his speech moving a million miles an hour.

"What if we turn them into a vampire? Would that work? I mean, they'd become immortal, right?"

The four look to each other and shrug, positivity shining through their worried expressions.

"Did they say they wanted to try it?" Sarah asks, "It's a big devotion... I mean, this is literally life changing, maybe for the better"

Rory nodded, "They said to ask you"

Sarah nods down, looking at you, "Ask them, I'll be downstairs, I'm gonna make them some tea" She lightly smiles, dragging Erica along with her.

Rory shakes your shoulder with no response, your cheeks pale as the veins quickly crawl up your face. He gets a little more aggressive with it, calling your name, the fear showing in his voice.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!"

Ethan stands frozen, seeing your entire face begin to be engulfed by the weird infection. Benny begins shouting for Sarah and Erica, sprinting down the stairs as quickly as possible. The blonde turns you face up, seeing blood trail out from your nose.

You were totally limp in his arms, a sense of calmness painting your face instead of the now usual pained and tired look. You seemed peaceful laying there while your whole body is painted in a spider web like pattern.

"Y/n/n, please, wake up! I can help you!"

No response, your chest wasn't even slowly rising or falling anymore, you were just a limp, heavy body laying on him.

Tears prick at the blonde's eyes as he stares at your relaxed features, wishing that just maybe he'd thought a little sooner.

Maybe if he just thought of that a little sooner, then you'd be okay.

[bahrtofane]

bruised knuckles

 Jude x gender neutral!reader 

While it’s not that surprising that a last minute party invite leads to a fight, Jude carrying you out was a little bit of an overkill 

Word count - 1.5K+ 

Watch it - physical fight, pretentious male character, bruised knuckles mentioned like once. i am so unserious for writing this yall

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“That doesn’t make any sense though. “ You scoff idly playing with the rings adorning your fingers. Most gifts from Jude. 

Speaking of, He sits next to you on a sleek black couch. The both of you got dragged away to some party by his teammates on what could’ve been a lazy weekend at home. He got a call way too early than what was socially acceptable on a weekend, (it was 10 am), and was begged to come along. You were already getting up groaning at the whining coming from his phone. Blame it on being half asleep or unaware but you both mumbled a promise to be there and went back to bed. 

So here you are at a party hosted by god knows who in a now packed hotel, god knows where.

You know Jude doesn't like going to these. He calls them a poor excuse to show off and boost egos. You agree, it's all a ruse to see who can drop the most on champagne or bring the model with the most followers home. All just to have pixelated pictures of yourself blasted on social media 

You couldn’t even call it a party to be honest, there’s a crowd jumbling together in an attempt to dance and music blaring from somewhere. It's more of a bad linkedin meetup. Dim lighting flickering poorly and cups strewn carelessly on the floor. It’s lame and you can’t wait to leave. His teammates that dragged the two of you here have long since abandoned the two of you to do.., actually you have no idea what any of them are here for, nor do you care. 

You just continue to sip on your water and try to keep yourself entertained. It's not going very well. 

The guy you're in conversation with sits on an identical couch across from you rolls his eyes, “Of course you don’t understand. I don’t expect you to understand the complexity of such a topic. “

Judes been pretty silent this whole time, watching the exchange. He understands you prefer to handle things yourself and respects that fully. He won’t take that away just to tell someone off. Though the second you ask he doesn't have a problem getting in anyone's face. 

Now his hand moves to your thigh gently squeezing it, a warning to keep things in check for the night. He knows that you can get into more trouble than you care for sometimes. Spurring into action faster than you can actually process what you're doing. 

You dont want to give him anymore bad press but holy fuck is this guy youre talking to an ass hole. You don't even know how he spotted you in the almost pitch black room. He smiled and asked for a picture with the two of you, and had gotten agitated when you declined. 

“At least give me conversation.” He pleaded.

And so here you are. You regretted the choice about 20 minutes ago. 

Your eyes narrow as you clench your teeth. “Listen I don't care for pretty arguments on topics that are in my jurisdiction ”

The man, who’s name you long forgot, just shakes his head and takes a long drink from his red solo cup. 

“I seriously doubt that. You dress like that and expect anyone to take you seriously like come on. “ He snickers. 

Jude tenses next to you and you try your best to calm the both of you down. Jude isn't one to start fights per say but he's not 6’1 (give or take) for nothing. Reputation be damned. 

You breathe deeply trying to resist the urge to beat his ass right then and there. The cheap laser lights only make your head hurt. Jude rubs circles on your thigh, you settle for a quick response instead. 

“What I wear doesn’t mean shit. I look good. What the fuck you have going for you? “ 

“A diploma ?? I don’t think you have one of those do you.”

Your patience is wearing thin, knee bobbing up and down harshly as you try and focus your attention away from him.

Jude stands, gently nudging your shoulder. It's time to leave. And you agree. No worth entertaining this any longer.

Just as you stand, taking Judes outstretched arm with a smile, setting your cup down on the table.  You get one last retort that truly sends you reeling. 

“Oh yeah walk away,” he begins, using his cup to point at you both. When you dont reply he chooses to get up, following you around the table and back into the dance floor. 

“Let the money maker drag you away,” He yells, grabbing into your arm and yanking it back it almost knocks you off your feet“ So worthless compared to him you don't-”

You don’t let the man finish, rushing from your seat to slam him onto the floor. His drink splashes on your chest as you meet the slippery brown hardwood with a loud thud. Your body jerks with heavy force, ears ringing, but you don’t let up. Trapping his legs under your weight, one arm forcing his hands down while the other lands blows into his face. A crowd has gathered, you know that much, the bass that’s been shaking the floor has stopped as people are clamoring around to get a better look. 

That all fades in the next few moments, passing in a blur as the man under you tries desperately to get up with no avail. You're clawing at whatever you can reach, tufts of his hair in between your fists while he yells so harshly you think his voice is about to give out. 

He manages to land a kick haphazardly to your lower stomach, which makes you groan just enough for your grip to loosen and for him to begin to slip away.

Just as you get a good grip on him again you're lifted on the ground watching him skimper away, heaving deep breaths as he grips a couch arm rest. You thrash trying to slip away from the arms but you're caught all too soon. You're yelling at the man, spitting venom. Though the exact words are less clear at this point. 

When you walk out from the blaring lights, you have half the mind to realize you're in a familiar set of arms. Wrapped around to keep you steady, swinging you over their shoulders. Jude. 

The adrenaline rushes through you, blurring the party and its noise out of focus. You do realize you're heading down stairs and outside, the cool night air like a hotel AC on summer vacation, a little bit of an overkill. But it does good to bring you back to reality. 

“You're going to get quite the reputation if you keep this up. “ He sighs, amusement in his voice. 

You have half the mind to respond with a slap to his back. “Yeah well next time bitches need to know not to try me. A reputation wouldn’t even be that bad for me. Might be bad for you“ 

He pats your back gently and continues down the curb, softly setting you down when you reach your car. You lean against the passenger door, wiping the sweat off your face and checking for any major damage across your body. There are none, just bruising on your knuckles. Dude couldn’t even get one proper hit in. The aftermath of your actions sets in and you groan, rubbing your temples. 

Jude gives you a small smile, gently taking your hand in his. You look at him fondly, if it weren’t for him you really don’t know what you would do at this point.

“I'm sorry. This is going to be all over twitter in an hour fuck.” You apologize. 

“He deserved it. Doesn't matter what they say they weren't there.”

You shake your head, “i need to do better, this is just gonna come back to you. I guarantee you everyone was recording.”

“They can think and do what they want.”

“Jude…”

“No more talk of that. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” taking your hands and giving then a once over.

“No baby. Im fine.”

“Thank god.”

“I'm really really sorry, love.” you mutter.

He fixes your outfit, gentle tucking and rearranging the fabric back into place. “I told you baby, it's really fine. He was disrespectful and passed the limit.”

“Do you think he'll press charges?”

“I'm not sure. But for now dont worry okay? I got you. He touches you first anyway”

“Okay,” you breath out. 

“Eduardo’s getting your stuff, he’s gonna be here in a sec. “ He tells you softly. 

You nod your head and lean onto his shoulder, “The carrying me out was a little bit of an overkill babe.” you play with the buttons on his shirt. Trying to find at least a little light in the situation. 

He snorts, “if I didn’t you would’ve mauled the guy.” 

You shrug in response. Maybe you should lay off parties for a while if they keep ending like this. 

[writeslikeanaria]

a storm is brewing

sebastian sallow × reader (technically ominis gaunt x reader)

summary: you and your boyfriend have your private time interrupted by your mutual friend's private time (more writing practice lol)

word count: 1.5k+

warnings: oral (m receiving), voyeurism, p in v, self pleasure, absolute filth, SMUT

It wasn’t unusual of you to be tangled up in the sheets of your boyfriend, your lover, after a long day of grueling school work. It also wasn’t unusual for your limbs to be tangled up as well, with a mixture of arms and legs blurred together in a haze of lust and want.

You were connected by the lips, you and Sebastian, a fait of passion upon you. Tucked into his side, laid across the messy bed, your skin was flushed with a scarlet blush. A few drops of sweat beaded at your forehead, threatening to drip down the side of your head. Long forgotten, the buttons on your blouse had been tugged open, plush breasts seeping through your chemise, and pressed against the body of your boyfriend.

You moaned, deepening the passionate kiss, letting your mouth drop open ever so slightly. With immense greed, you felt Sebastian’s hand, which had been sitting politely on the small of your back, grip against your flesh, as his tongue dipped into your mouth.

You pulled back against your own will. “Holy shit, it’s getting hot.” You chuckled as you caught your breath, lungs happily sucking in healthy gulps of fresh air.

Sebastian let out a breathy laugh. “Not hot enough, I say. You can’t be that hot if you’re still mostly clothed.”

His cheeky suggestion was not lost on you, as Sebastian’s hands skirted across your shoulders, pulling your blouse off completely, and throwing it under his bed, away from suspecting eyes. Next in pursuit came your pesky chemise, Sebastian’s least favourite garment of clothing. You had spent countless hours listening to him groan on and on about the chemise and how it hid away his girls.

As the chemise was removed from your sticky skin, Sebastian immediately delved into your perky breasts, mouth attached to the budding nipples with vigour. You let out an unexpected moan, throwing your head back against the headboard.

His tongue was delightful, thick, and warm, lips pulling on your nipples until they had been formed into peaks, working back and forth between them, as to now leave either one of them out. After a while, you become tedious with Sebastian’s attention on you, electing to elicit some fun as well.

Your wandering hands fell to his pants, still cladded to his lower body, which you personally weren’t too happy yet. Whining like a baby, you palmed your boyfriend’s member, that strained against the material of his pants, clawing to come out. With a pleading look in your eyes, you fluttered your eyelashes.

“Please let me help you out. I need you.”

You were begging, lowering your body, so your head was nearly hovering directly over his sweet crotch. You watched eagerly as Sebastian’s head flicked to the entrance of his dormitories. Nerves were building through his system, which you could tell by the tension flowing through his thighs. After a moment, he turned back to you, and gave an eager nod. “I need you too.”

Ever so excited, you dived in, peeling off the pants that shielded you from your prize, which you had so rightfully one. Oncs you had gotten Sebastian in just his boxers, you leaned downwards, licking a small stripe over his clothed cock. A shiver ran through his body.

A grin formed on your face. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

With your sinful words, Sebastian let out another groan, his body becoming moldable clay as you finally removed his boxers to reveal the most beautiful tool you’ve ever seen. Thick and curved, it stood waiting for you patiently, leaking droplets of rain onto the vast county of his torso. The clouds were coming in, promising rain.

Wrapping your lips around his tip, you mouthed at the blushed head, breathing hot air onto his sensitive skin, all to make him shiver. With a lick from the base to the top, Sebastian had let out his first high pitched moan of the night, something you were eager to hear again.

Unfortunately, just as you were about to push your head fully down the length, the door to the dormitory swung open with a rusty squeal. Alert, you immediately pulled off of Sebastian, noticing the matching fear in his eyes. His first instinct pulled you close to his chest, pulling you down against the covers, in any attempt of saving your modesty. It wasn’t until he heard the next voice that he realised he didn’t have to be so worried.

“Sebastian? Are you here?” His blind friend called, which allowed your boyfriend to let out a sigh of relief, petting the top of your head in a calming manner.

“Yeah, mate.” Sebastian exhaled, cupping your cheek with his hand. “Just having a lie down. Exhausted.”

Ominis chuckled. Peaking your head out of the four poster bed, you looked over to see Ominis, lost in his own actions, focused on whatever task he was trying to achieve. “Isn’t that right. Today’s been mental.”

Sebastian bit his lip nervously. “Going to bed now?”

You crossed your fingers, praying that Ominis would leave so you could get back to what you were doing, but to no avail. “Just gonna lie down too. Maybe go to sleep.”

You pulled your head back up to look at Sebastian, both of you donning an irritated look. Rolling your eyes, you allowed Sebastian to chuckle slightly, as you looked back out to your unsuspecting friend.

“Goodnight then.” Sebastian said.

“Goodnight.”

You watched as the end of Ominis’ wand, the one that usually glowed red at the tip to help him with his directions, lost its usual red spark, signifying that Ominis was about to cast another spell. What you weren’t expecting was clumsy Ominis to drop the wand, watching it roll away slightly. A sharp breath sucked into your mouth as he sprawled to the ground, in search of his wand.

It didn’t take long. Within seconds, Ominis had found the wand, standing back up again, but something was definitely not right. Listening closely, you could hear Ominis mutter a spell under his breath, but his wand seemed to be pointed in the wrong direction now.

“Silenco.”

Ominis, having lost his sense of direction when he dropped his wand, had accidentally cast the spell towards Sebastian’s bed, instead of his own. You were so close to alerting him of his mistake but when Sebastian flashed you a look, you stayed down.

It wasn’t long until you realised what was going on. Whether Sebastian knew this would happen or not, you couldn’t believe your ears as you began to hear the soft moaning from Ominis’ bed. You flashed Sebastian a look, confirming your suspicions.

Ominis was masturbating.

At first, your mouth hung open in shock as you laid petrified against the bed, unsure of what to do, until an idea sparked in your head.

Pulling up your skirt, you slowly swung your leg across Sebastian’s unsuspecting lap. You didn’t even let him speak before you had him straddled, your urges spurred on by the elegant moans of Ominis. His lusting voice was so posh, but so foreign, that the taboo of this all was rather exhilarating. Down below, you could feel the forecasted storm starting to pour down.

It began with a light drizzle, rocking yourself against Sebastian’s bare cock, copying the rhythm you were sure that Ominis was using. If you listened in carefully, you were certain that you could hear the soft squelching sound of hand against dick from behind Ominis’ curtains.

Grinding against Sebastian, your hand crept up his body, until it found residence against his mouth, preventing any slight noises to slip out. Instead, you felt the arousing vibrations against your palm. By now, it was a moderate shower.

“—Oh! Sweet Merlin…”

The sound of Ominis’ husked voice was enough to move you from sensual grinding into something more. Impatience was becoming an overwhelming virtue, as you raised yourself off of Sebastian’s lap, and back down again, but this time, with his cock standing at attendance. As your sopping heat made contact with Sebastian’s cock, a hum of pleasure escaped your lips.

You worked fast, not wanting to take up too much time, not that it would take you long to finish anyways. Hearing the sounds of your best friend moaning someone turned you on more than you liked to admit. Greedy as ever, you bounced against Sebastian’s cock, needing his impending release.

Sebastian spoke through clenched teeth. “I need to cum.”

You smirked. “Not until he does.”

It was a game of cat and mouse, pull and tug. For what it seemed like forever, you bounced on your boyfriend, slowing down when you could hear your friend’s pace faltering, and speeding back up again when his energy spiked. It wasn’t long until you both agreed that Ominis was coming.

What could only be described as a frenzied climax, Ominis let out one long, continuous moan, lifting off the bed so much that you could hear the mattress creek. You bent down to Sebastian’s ear, whispering seductively. “Finish.”

As if he needed anyone to tell him. Sebastian immediately poured into you, releasing everything he had. Triggering your own release, your vision turned to white, your head a swarm of dark clouds, lightning striking through your body, Ominis’ sounds the thunder.

Lifting off from Sebastian’s lap, you let his release pour one of you, giggling as you rained down on his sticky thighs, neither of you mentioning the blond elephant in the room.

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damn wtf ariadne this is filth wtf

[m0nnypie]

JUST ANOTHER SUMMER DAY

WARNINGS: smut, +18, MDNI, tigh riding, all characters are age up. Kaminari Denki x FEM!reader

Sinopsys: You and Denki have been friends for a long time, and you've never crossed the line of friendship. But what would happen on a day when you were alone in the dorms and it was hot?

Words: 1.5k

You and Denki had known each other for a long time, 3 years to be exact. At first, you didn't like him very much, since he was friends with Mineta. But Kiri ended up making you change your mind when he introduced you. Even so, you always held back a little around him, and that's why you never went beyond the line of friendship.

I say this because you crossed that line with others a long time ago, when you kissed Mina to see what it was like to kiss a girl, for example. Or that time when you and Bakugou were drunk and made out, you two never brought it up.

Anyway, you never crossed that line when it came to him. You were afraid. You were terrified of thinking that if something happened, everything would change and get weird. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but after so much time together, you might have developed feelings for him.

You snapped out of your reverie when you noticed a pair of golden eyes staring at you, with a smile you hated.

“So…you have this thing about your body being all cold, huh…” Shit, you didn’t like where this was going. “And it’s hot…I was wondering…if you could, I don’t know…sit on my lap so I can hug you and make the heat go away?”

What the fuck. How could he have the nerve to ask that like that with that smile on his face? You wanted to kill him. “No, that’s not happening.”

“Come on! I’ll do anything for you, I’ll buy you your favorite candy for a week! Or I’ll wash the dishes for you for a month! Or I’ll buy you that game you wanted! Pleeeeease, I’m dying of heat!” 

You turned your face to the side, you didn’t want him to see your red cheeks. Shit, you really wanted that game.

“Okay, but I want that game today!” You saw his smile grow bigger, and then he settled back on the couch and patted his lap twice.

You were going to die of embarrassment, but a deal is a deal, right? As soon as you sat down, he immediately hugged you, putting his head on your neck.

You stayed in that position for long minutes, or it seemed like long minutes, with you running your hand over his head and him hugging you. As soon as you moved a little to adjust yourself, you felt something... no, not fucking.

You felt Denki pull you away by the shoulders, you could see that his entire face was red. "Sorry..." he said in a whisper that was almost impossible to hear if it weren't for how close you were.

You bit your lip thinking. And before he could leave out of embarrassment, you kissed him. Holy shit, you kissed him. And he kissed you back! What the hell was going on?

You only separated when you were out of breath. You pulled away panting, and with red faces, not sure if it was from the lack of breath, the heat or embarrassment.

“I want to fuck.” His eyes widened, you said it like it was nothing. He felt shame invade his entire face, but all he did was agree. And why wouldn’t he? He would do anything you asked.

You started kissing again, but this time you started moving your hips, making your pussy rub against his thigh. Then you stopped, he was sad, thinking you had regretted it, but then he saw you taking off the short shorts he had been eyeing all afternoon and your pink panties.

So you started moving again, this time giving him more pleasure. You were going to cum if you kept rubbing yourself against his thigh like that.

He could feel your wet pussy rubbing against him, and my god, he could cum just from that. His dick was already starting to hurt in the shorts he was wearing. And it didn’t take long for you to cum all over his thigh, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked quietly, he could only hear you because you were practically riding on top of him. And it was obvious that he had it, he always took it with him wherever he went, always thinking about the day he would lose his virginity.

“Y-yes…it’s here” he reached for the condom in his pocket and gave it to you. You stood up and stared at him, he didn’t understand anything. “The shorts Denki, you’re supposed to take them off” 

His eyes widened, but he obeyed you and took them off, leaving him completely naked now, making your dick hit his more or less toned belly. You sat back on his lap and started putting on the condom. He started to sweat nervously, holy shit was he going to lose his virginity now?

“Are you a virgin?” His eyes widened at the question, holy shit you would definitely give up if you knew. So he just bit his lip and looked away from you. “Denki…” he looked at you again.

“It’s okay…relax, I just want to know so this can be as pleasurable as possible for both of us…” you looked at him with so much love that he could swear you really liked him, and then he finally nodded his head affirming that he was a virgin.

“Great…” you started to spread kisses across his neck, making him sigh. Then before he could react, you were adjusting yourself so his cock could enter you.

The movement made both of you moan, he might not be big but he was quite thick. You stood still for a while to get used to it, then you started to move.

Your hands immediately went to his shoulders. As his hands began to explore your body, first on your waist and belly, and then pulling your shirt up over your perfectly hard breasts, he decided he was going to do what he probably saw in one of the porns he uses to masturbate.

As soon as you felt his mouth on your nipple, you let out a loud moan. You had to bite your lip so that any noise other than your bodies together could be heard.

You continued to ride him, speeding up each time you felt your pleasure increase, which only got worse when he squeezed your breast with one hand and sucked the other with his mouth. And in a few seconds you came, your vision going completely white. You had never come so fast.

He was still hard, and he hadn't come even once. But that was okay, after seeing you come twice because of him, he'll be able to use that memory to masturbate whenever he wants. But apparently you had other plans, because before he knew it you were kneeling in front of him with a mischievous smile that he didn't recognize, but that made you look fucking hot.

So you put it in your mouth, and he felt like he almost came just from that. As soon as you started sucking him, smearing his cock with your saliva and your cum from before that you didn't even care about feeling. Then when he started moaning loudly, you stopped.

“W-why did you s-stop?” He was panting with so little, what a cute little virgin you thought.

“If you moan loudly, I'll stop, leave and pretend this never happened” you said seriously, you certainly didn't want anyone to catch you two having sex in the living room. So he just agreed, and grabbed a pillow and put it on his face. You almost laughed at that, he could make you laugh even in moments like this.

But then you stuck it in your mouth again, pushing any thoughts you had away from your mind. And in a few minutes, he ended up cumming in your mouth.

As soon as you swallowed, you started to get ready while looking at the mess he was in. He hadn't removed the pillow from his face yet, but he seemed to be out of breath. You laughed, catching his attention.

You could tell he was nervous, you didn't blame him, you were nervous too. "So... does that mean we have something?" He asked almost stuttering, as if seconds ago you didn't have his dick stuck in your mouth.

"If you want..." you said with your heart beating fast, almost coming out of your chest. But you calmed down when you saw his eyes shine and a smile appear on his face.

He got up to hug you, but before he did he smiled embarrassedly because he realized he was the only one who was still naked.

But as soon as he got dressed, he hugged you so tightly that you could swear you were going to die suffocated by it. "I really like you..." he whispered in your ear.

A silly smile appeared on your lips. "Me too kami..." You hugged him back, anxiously waiting for what would happen to your relationship from now on.

[ashonheavenscloud]

Obsession || Hwang Hyunjin

Obsession || Hwang Hyunjin for Kinktober

🔞CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT! MINORS DNI!🔞

warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!fem!reader, mature language, oral obsession, fingering, praise, subspace, squirting, brief mention of aftercare

word count: 1.5K

🎧: Taste - Stray Kids (danceracha)

a/n: sorry i’m a bit late!! uni is kicking my ass rn🥲 but it’s here now! enjoy!

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Hyunjin had an obsession. Actually, he was prone to obsessions; when he discovered dancing, there wasn’t a day that went past where he wasn’t trying to master a choreography or practice technique. And when he got into art, he spent all his free time experimenting, creating, breathing art.

But his new obsession was much different from these hobbies that had become a concrete part of his identity. This obsession was not a thing- it was you.

More specifically, though- he was completely obsessed with moments like this, your naked figure spread before him, legs apart, pussy just waiting for his mouth to touch it.

“God, Hyunjin-” you sputtered, clearly impatient. He’d teased you with his mouth already, everywhere on your body- aching red marks littered your chest, hips, inner thighs- but he had yet to touch the spot you wanted him most. The whine in your voice made him smile slightly, pleased. You were so cute when you were needy.

“I’m just admiring for a second, baby.” He cooed in return. Of course, he was pretending he wasn’t seconds from losing all control over his desire. You were sopping wet, and just the sight of your soaked core made him go absolutely feral. He couldn’t wait to dig his face into your mess.

So he moved close, hesitating between your thighs, gently kissing the marks he’d left just a minute ago. You whimpered slightly, hands shakily winding through his long locks, anticipating. The scratch of your nails over his scalp felt incredible, and Hyunjin practically purred, the sound of a low rumble of approval from the back of his throat. A shiver crawled over his spine, and maybe it was the toe-curling feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair, or maybe it was the teasing sight of your juices- regardless, in that moment, Hyunjin felt himself snap.

His lips met your wet folds like electricity, making you instantly arch your back at his warm mouth placing long kisses all over your pussy. Hyunjin’s hands quickly found their places on either side of your thighs, pushing them farther apart for him to dive in deeper. His tongue licked up between your slit, and he felt nearly dizzy with ecstasy at the sweet taste of you, all for him to enjoy, for as fucking long as he wanted.

From here his pace was ravenous. He lapped at your pussy, getting absolutely lost in the sound of your long moans, your fingers tugging at his hair, your thighs squeezing around his head. He loved every part of this, the mess that you became just because of his mouth, the dirtiness of it all, your taste coating his tongue that made him feel like he was floating.

“So fucking delicious.” He practically moaned, your body beginning to shake around him. His lips closed around your clit and sucked, and your toes curled, head thrown back, chest heaving.

“There, there- oh my god-”

Hyunjin chuckled, keeping your clit against the roof of his mouth as he swiped several more kitten licks around your hole, moans bubbling from his throat. “Holy shit.” He groaned, eyes flickering shut. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Faster.” You begged, and he obliged, not at all in the mood to tease. He closed his mouth and swirled his tongue around your clit, occasionally swiping at your leaking hole. Your voice grew louder and higher in pitch as the boy lost himself in the moment, eyes closed, entire mind focused on pleasuring you and sucking you completely fucking dry.

Your quivering thighs and clenching raw pussy told him all he needed to know that you were close. He couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Gonna come already, angel?”

His mouth abused your core relentlessly, and you couldn’t answer, mind fuzzy and completely blank. His tongue dipped into your hole, and he captured your clit in his cheek, rubbing the nerve with every movement. You could barely breathe, shivers running all through your body as your core clenched haplessly, knot tightening. You were so close, but you couldn’t do anything but whimper, too lost in the feeling of the moment.

At the sound of your desperate whines, Hyunjin pulled back to look at you, and his breath was taken away. Despite only being pleasured with his mouth, you looked absolutely fucked out. This was his favourite sight- your eyes hazy and half rolled back, chest heaving, sweat shining over your skin. Taking in your expression, Hyunjin leaned forward and connected his lips with yours, groaning when you responded eagerly, fingers tugging relentlessly at his long hair. “God, baby-”

“More,” You whispered weakly, desperately, and Hyunjin inserted a finger into your waiting core, instantly moaning into your mouth when you clenched around his digit.

“Fuck. So good.” He breathed into your mouth, capturing your lips again, mouth sloppily moving with yours. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip several times as his finger pumped into you. He added another to scissor you open, mind imagining all the absolutely dirty things he could do to you when you were properly stretched out. His cock twitched just from the thought.

Meanwhile, your arms had wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers digging further into his hair as one hand desperately gripped at his back, nails stinging slightly when another firm pound of Hyunjin’s fingers brought out several moans of his name. “Fuck, Hyunjin- ah- Hyune-”

And the sound was music to his ears, as he pressed his naked body closer to yours, chest to chest, free hand moving to play with your bottom lip as he pulled away, nose brushing yours. “You say my name so sweetly, baby.” 

A perfectly timed rake of his fingers against your g-spot made you moan again, and Hyunjin let his eyes fall shut, taking in the beautiful sound. “Just like that, princess. Again.”

Thrust. Just to hear your voice again, just to hear you scream his name, desperate for all that he would give you. And he swore he could spend hours, whole nights here with you, watching you come undone.

Once again, he pulled away, sliding down to rest his head between your legs. Your pussy was swollen and red, absolutely dripping with arousal. He groaned at the sight, at the way your hole swallowed his fingers with every thrust, the clench of your core with every moan that tumbled from your lips. 

“Close, angel?” He purred, gifting your clit kitten licks, and you practically shoved your pussy up to his face in desperation for more, nodding frantically, whole body flushed and simmering with heat.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, before focusing on your wetness, and what he knew would be your last straw.

Digging his nose between your folds to brush at your clit, he licked around your hole before stretching you out with two fingers, and stuffing his tongue inside.

The wet, warm feeling of Hyunjin’s tongue was enough to make you lose all self control. You couldn’t help but grind against Hyunjin’s face, wanting everything he would give you, every fucking thing. But you weren’t the only one who’d lost their own restraint. Hyunjin could barely think with your pussy all up in his face, arousal coating his chin, nose and tongue, core sucking him in like this was the first time you’d had his mouth on you like this.

In reality, Hyunjin had lost count. But it never got old, the part where he could barely breathe, all focus on your sweetness, the pretty moans that filled the room, the desperate grind of your hips. And the part where he grinned, feeling your pace stutter, your groans of his name getting loud.

“Ah!- I- I’m gonna-”

He loved it when you couldn’t even finish your sentence, before your whole body tensed and- god, you made the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard. 

And all at once you let yourself go, with such force that Hyunjin couldn’t keep up. It got all over his face and your thighs and the sheets beneath, but who the fuck cared? Minutes passed, and he was still lapping it up, lovingly dragging his tongue around your pussy and inner thighs, not leaving a single drop of your come to waste.

“Fuck.” He moaned when at last he’d finished, and he looked up to see your sweat-sheened face as you took in heavy breaths, eyes on him.

He smiled, almost giddily, and you smiled back. Instantly he was beside you, pressing butterfly kisses to your skin, everywhere he could touch. But he liked behind your ear the best- he liked making you laugh because it tickled. 

But that was just because he loved you, and he fell in love with you more every day, every bit of you. So as Hyunjin ran you a bath, slipped into the water with you, and pulled you close, arms holding you as tightly to his chest as possible, he decided his strongest obsession really was just you.

[lalatoearth]

I’m thinking of writing a fic in which gojo is forced to go on a mission outside of Japan to get him out of his post geto slump, an x reader kind of thing set in Spain 🫨

Here’s the opening :p

Word count: 1.5k

Tokyo, 2007

How long had it been? It was another weekend, one of many where Satoru found himself left with the same question: "How long has it been?" Inevitably followed by, “What's next?"

Since he left what has Satoru become? What has he done? Mission after mission after mission. He was earning good money now but money for what? Never thinking he needed a vision for the future he was now left wondering if he had a future. What is the future? Tomorrows present. The unimaginable. Change. He hated change.

He rolled over, pulling the comforter with him. He was face to face with 11:38. The red lights of the clock drove their way into his eyes angrily in the dark room. Behind the curtains light was threatening to spill in at the peak of the day. The day. Sunday. Maybe he deserved this rest. Why is it that every minute past 9am feels selfish to spend alone, especially for him. How was he selfish?

He rolled back over to face the wall. 5 minutes then he’d go and see Shoko. 5 minutes and Haibara’s and Suguru’s rooms are still empty. Suguru. 5 minutes and he’ll still have to travel halfway across the country tomorrow.

There were two sharp and firm knocks on his door. Yaga. Yaga and a new mission. The door opened despite him giving no permission. “What if I was sleeping naked?” He squinted his eyes at the brightness now flooding the room.

“Good thing you weren’t,” Yaga said leaning against the door frame. “I have a-”

“Mission?” Satoru laid his forearm over his eyes and flopped back onto his pillow.

“How’d you know? Meet me in my office in ten minutes to discuss,” He said before leaving.

With big plans to go back to bed, Gojo went to Yaga’s office in his pajamas— basketball shorts and a discolored white T shirt. Outside, the leaves had been long gone from trees, having slipped away with the summer long ago leaving bare, spiky abundances of branches dotted about the campus. January really was the most depressing month of the year.

"I want you to let me finish speaking before you say anything," Yaga began. "An opportunity has come up for a mission abroad. You would be sent to Spain, accompanied by me and two sorcerers from the US, to exorcize a curse that has been causing issues in Europe for a while. Ever heard of El Cuco?"

"El who?"

"It's a folktale in Spain that's been causing problems. Even after being defeated 400 years ago, it's been reborn because all the kids are shit scared of this story," Yaga turned his computer to display images of a creature that looked almost like a shadow, a looming dark entity. "This is how it's portrayed, but obviously we have no idea how it actually looks. The objective is to find out what it is and where it resides."

"How many casualties?" Satoru leaned forward, studying the image.

"A suspected seventy in the last two years. All kids."

"Holy sh— crap."

"Would you be up for it?"

He paused. "Maybe."

"Well, let me know by tomorrow so I can sort out the arrangements. Now get out, I have stuff to do," Yaga took back his laptop and suddenly pretended that Satoru was no longer in the room.

Spain, huh? He’d never been outside Japan. The exploration aspect enticed him but being stuck abroad with Yaga and two randoms repulsed him all the same. What if Yaga was a Speedo kind of guy? Ew.

Satoru sensed someone approaching from the opposite direction, even as he studied the grooves in the wooden floor. It was Nanami—the passing shoes confirmed it. Satoru cast an over-the-shoulder glance as the first-year strode through the hall. Normally, he'd be with Haibara, but Haibara was gone now. Dead.

Thoughts of Haibara inevitably led to Suguru. If Suguru were dead too, perhaps Satoru could move on. But the possibility that Suguru was out there somewhere, likely having forgotten about Satoru, left him frustrated and without closure.

The vending machine caught his eye, its rows filled with an array of candies and drinks. He noticed a few new additions among the familiar options. Satoru inserted his coins into the slot and pressed the flashing button. The machine's light whirring was the only sound. Just as his cola was about to drop, the machine stopped.

“You’re kidding me,” he groaned and kicked the machine “fuck!” He clutched his toe and took a deep breath. He was going to Spain.

~

Alaska, 2007

The air was chilly, the large gym being too selfish to retain any warmth given from the pathetic heater plugged into the wall next to you. The sound of squeaking shoes echoed through the hall as you watched your fellow juniors practice sparring.

You hated them all.

While most sorcerers techniques bloomed at age 4, you were now 17 still left bitterly hanging onto a thread of hope. You knew you could see curses, you had cursed energy and could use it but while everyone had near mastered their innate techniques you were almost certain you didn’t have one. Still being 4th grade while your peers— even the freshman— were majority 2nd was embarrassing. It was a barrier that kept you and them more and more separated as time carried on.

“Okay everyone, let’s cool down and regroup! I’ll see you in fifteen.” Said Theodora. She was a professional woman that stood tall with blazing red hair and rectangular glasses. She was your mentor, your friend and your guardian and you hated when she gave the others attention.

You didn’t wait for the others to cooldown and instead headed straight for the main building. It was small, far smaller than average high schools. The Alaskan academy of sorcery had only 13 students in total across the 4 grades.

“Y/n, you didn’t cool down,” Theodora tilted her head up from her desk to look at you above her glasses.

“No need to,” you said, taking a seat with a yawn.

“You didn’t join in,” she said.

“Uhm… no,” you tried looking in your desk for something you weren’t even sure was there. You knew your lousy attempt at diverting the conversation had failed when you were met with the stern gaze of Theodora Stuart.

“You can’t just slack off because of your own problems I’m afraid,” she said.

“Tell that to the others that hardly include me! Cmon. Tell me you haven’t noticed,” you said. As if on queue, the door swung open and your two classmates, Georgia and Kayson, walked in, oblivious to the conversation that you were having. Theodora gave you a final look. One that said “we’re going to be talking about this later.” And you prayed she’d forget.

“I’ve arranged for one of you accompanied by myself to go on a mission in Spain. It would be in June so it’s gonna be taken out of your summer break, bear in mind.” She clicked on her projector from the back of the class and images of a curse appeared. “This is El Cuco. A curse that was present around 400 years ago in continental Europe, known for killing children and has sprouted up again.”

“Why’s it back?” Kayson asked.

“After the curse was defeated, it became a folktale that parents would tell their kids. Its cursed energy must’ve never really been finished off because it’s regained majority strength through fear.” The three of you looked slightly horrified. It was one thing killing small curses that popped up around the country but a notorious, ancient curse? A whole new ballgame. You wanted in.

“No. No way.” Georgia said.

“Too chicken?” Kayson teased.

“More like too young to die! That thing looks terrifying. Let the grown ups deal with it.” She crossed her arms and leant back in her chair.

“I would go, Chicken” his eyes diverted to Theodora “What grade is it?”

“First. Bordering special.” Theodora replied.

“Literally me then,” he smirked.

“Anyway,” Theodora brushed him off, “you have until tomorrow to let me know.” As soon as she left the room, you were out of your seat, racing after her.

“Teddy!” You called out. She turned around abruptly, looking at you with one of her tight, awkward smiles.

“I want to go.”

“Not gonna sit this one out then?” Her eyebrows raised. You shook your head in return. She offered you a knowing nod.

It was the next time you checked your emails on the lone library computer that you knew you were going to Spain June 1st, 2007.