#plz request more I’m thirsty

[loony-binz]

Stoner Leona real and true to me

If you feel like it, could you expand on him? (Doesn't need to be related to the aforementioned headcanon, just go where your heart takes you)

GRAHHH you ask and you shall receive!!!! I even made a banner >:D

Leona Kingscholar General HCs!!!

How ya’ll likin’ it? (˘⌣˘)☆彡 anywayz here we go

He is a piece of shit stoner, yes, but a SEASONED one. In other words he’s been doing this shit for years

Epel tried to ask him for weed advice or wtv and got sat down for a 20 minute explanation and convo (to the point where Epel didn’t even wanna try anymore)

The reason is bc his first time trying it (when he was like???? 16???) was an ACTUAL disaster. I’m talking greening out, throwing up, having a panic attack and thinking his mom’s gonna hang him.

See, for a period of time as a kid, Leona was a MODEL child. Good grades, good behavior, all in the hopes of receiving some praise and attention.

When THAT didn’t work, he flipped it and became the biggest nuisance known to man. And it kinda worked! Until he got tired of actively choosing to be the worst every single day

That’s when he just gave up and started hating people altogether.

Enough angst, Leona is the type to cry when he gets pissed

See, I’m not talking frustrated or annoyed like he usually is, I mean like RIDDLE ANGER LEVELS angry. When that happens, he has to walk out so people don’t see him tear up.

Savanaclaw was all like “woahhh he must be really upset… look at him walking away to maintain his patience… so epic…!!!1!” When in reality he just can’t afford having his underlings dorm-mates watch him cry.

Don’t let his nonchalance fool you, he’ll beat a bitch for Cheka

This isn’t JUST Leona but everyone in Savanaclaw cries when a dog dies in a movie

Speaking of, animals love him. Much to Ruggie’s jealousy.

A little bit after Cheka was born, Farena kept giving Leona shit about when he’ll settle down with someone of his own, and it annoyed Leona so much he shouted “I’M GAY” in his brother’s face just so he’d shut up.

He in fact, didn’t shut up and tried having a heart to heart with him, so much that Leona was weighing the pros and cons of killing him right there.

He’s bisexual but that’s beside the point,

Leona was fucking THRILLED when Rook wanted to transfer

No I’m dead serious Leona wanted to kick him out but Crowley was being a little bitch about it so he couldn’t. 

Usually the transfer process is very lengthy but Leona asked ZERO questions and Rook was out THAT DAY.

As long as he doesn’t have to deal with the Keter level fujoshi that is Rook, he’s happy.

Whenever Idia gushes about cats, Leona instinctively covers his ears bc Rook deadass is that PTSD inducing.

He’s sensitive to light flashes so he almost mauled Cater one time

[winchester-girl67]

Imagine... Wearing Dean's Boxers

Requested by anonymous: “Hi , idk if we can request but can i have a dean or Sam x reader. Where she comes out of the bedroom in his boxers with just a bra on and everyone (aka cas , jack etc.) just observe her because she hasnt notice them yet and dean/sam is just stunned. She probaly just came for water . Plz and thank you . Is it possible i can be tag also . No rush.”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 828

Warnings: language, implied smut, talks of safe sex and procreation, mostly fluff

A/N: I kind of love Cas and Jack in this one :) Enjoy!

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Sam nudged Dean with his foot under the table when you walked into the kitchen. Cas and Jack watched as you made a beeline for the cupboard and reached up on your tip-toes to grab a glass from the top shelf.

Sam kept rearranging everything every time you left for a hunt and you just got back from a solo one last night. He thought the mugs should be lower since they were used for coffee more often, but you didn't drink coffee and hated having to stretch up for the glasses. Next time he left you’d switch it all back again. You weren’t the one who was gonna cave first.

Dean cleared his throat and you fumbled the glass in your hands, catching it before it hit the countertop. You shot him a dirty look for scaring you and started again when you spotted the boys. Cas and Jack watched with curious expressions while Sam avoided all eye contact and turned beet red.

You had a kind of will-they-won’t-they relationship going on with Dean since you’d moved into the bunker and last night after a close call with a demon, you finally did. But you weren’t expecting the others to find out this way. Standing in the kitchen dressed in your good bra and Dean’s Scooby-Doo boxers which hugged your hips and the gentle curve of your thighs.

You wrapped an arm around your bare stomach wishing you had stopped to change in your room first, but it was in the opposite direction of the kitchen and you were damn thirsty after the late night’s more amorous activities.

Fuck it, you thought after a moment of self-consciousness and went back to filling your glass with ice cold tap water. You chugged it down and wiped your chin before refilling it again; a few droplets hit your chest and ran down the valley of your breasts. You made a satisfying ‘Ah’ sound and placed the glass in the sink.

Dean was biting his lip when you turned back to face the boys who were sitting at the table with breakfast laid out in front of them. Jack had some sort of chocolatey cereal, Sam had a kale salad of course, and Dean had a plate stacked full of just bacon. You sauntered over and stole the crispy piece Dean had in his hand and smiled.

Dean huffed and frowned and Sam chuckled as he pushed around his kale and vinaigrette. That’s when you noticed Jack staring at your chest and you scrunched your forehead in return.

"What's that?" He asked before you could snap at him for being rude, although you knew he didn’t know any better especially with Dean as a role model. "Did you get hurt?" He pointed to the purple splotch above your clavicle.

And it was your turn to turn all rosy as you shook your head. "Uh, Dean, you wanna answer this one?" It was a hickey, a lover’s bite; Dean’s mark to be exact.

"Nope, I'm good." He said, shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth and grinning up at you as he subtly eyed his handiwork. It wasn’t the only one, but it was the darkest one.

Jack looked confused, “Why would Dean know what happened?" He asked you but then furrowed his brow at Dean who just shrugged.

"I think this has something to do with the giggling and provocative language we heard coming from his bedroom last night." Cas explained, “They're marks of mating."

"Thank you, Cas." Dean said around a mouthful of half chewed bacon and coughed when he inhaled a piece.

Cas slapped him on the back, dislodging the bacon. “You're welcome." He said, missing the sarcasm in Dean’s voice.

“Wait,” Jack raised his hand and thought for a moment, “Am I going to be a big brother? Just like Dean?!”

“Uh, Dean?” You said, not wanting to answer.

You were hardly there in your relationship yet. If it was a relationship, you and Dean hadn’t hammered out the details. Though you hammered out a few other things…

Dean cleared his throat, “Cas?”

Cas took the opportunity to explain again, “Yes, it is my understanding that mating leads to procreation.”

Jack beamed at the thought and bounced in his seat like a giddy child. Sam snorted and spit out the bite of kale he just took. He laughed, clearly and thoroughly enjoying himself at yours and his brother’s expense.

You and Dean had taken the necessary precautions and someone was going to have to explain that to Jack and probably Cas too; but that sure as hell wasn’t going to be you. That sounded more like a Dean job.

“Oh my gosh,” you sighed into your palm and shook your head.

Sure, the night before was like you and Dean were making up for lost time, but you never thought you’d be the one things were moving too fast for. Though, there’s a first for everything.

_________________________ Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891

Forever SPN: @hobby27

[sashi-ya]

hi love your writing! may i request sanji x afab dom reader with mdlb watersports and pegging? also feminization in modern au plz 💗 thank you so much

Hi darling! Of course! I used the term "Mommy" because it says "MDlb" but if it's wrong and you prefer another term please just tell me and I'll change it! ♥ Thank u for requesting! 💗~

🔥NSFW ~ Sub!Sanji x Dom!Reader ~ Pink Dress

TW: Feminization (reader uses femenine terms for Sanji). Crossdressing. Watersports (desperation, omorashi. Sanji is the one who wets himself on reader's lap). Pegging (usage of strap on). Mommy dom, little boy! Sanji (this is a fucking sexual dynamic, Sanji is a grown ass adult). No physical descriptions for reader besides the term "mommy" as it was requested.

WC: 1.3K

♥ As always, if you don't like it, DNI. Thanks ♥

“But look at you, you look so good with that dress!”

Sanji's legs, covered with thigh highs, tremble a little. That pink dress suits him really well. The lipstick shade you chose for him makes his blue eyes pop beautifully. And his blond locks, longer than ever, garnishing his shoulders… “I’m glad you decided to grow your hair, baby boy” you tell him.

Sanji can only nod, he can’t stop fidgeting in his place. His hands grab the skirt of that beautiful dress. His face shows a troubled expression.

“What’s wrong baby boy? Wanna tell mommy?”

“N-nothing, mommy” shy words that escape his mouth with a trembling voice.

You tilt your head and take your finger to your mouth. “Mmm I think my little boy here is hiding something from mommy. You know that’s not ok, right?” you tell him, biting your lip. The poor man fixes his eyes on the ground, a drop of sweat travels from his hairline into his temple. “Sanji, come here. Sit on mommy’s lap” you call him with a beckoning finger.

He nods and walks up to you, shyly. He sits on your lap and buries his face into the crook of your neck. “What’s wrong, babe?” you ask while brushing your fingers through his golden locks into his back. “N-nothing mommy…” he repeats, nuzzled on your shoulder and softly humping on your thighs while his hands press his crotch.

“Oh… I think I know what the problem with you might be” you say, smirking devilishly. Of course you do, you haven’t allowed the poor thing to go to the bathroom since you picked him up from work. And you plan on making him even desperate.

“Sanji, is it ok if I call you princess?” you ask. “Y-yes mommy, it’s… ok” he says, accepting something he actually requested before. “Good girl!” you tell him and begin to move your legs up and down. He moans and breathes faster. “Mommy…? I…” he mumbles, white knuckles from grabbing his crotch.

You pass your fingers under his chin. “Princess, look at mommy” you say and lift his head up. His eyes shine from sprouting tears. “Why are you crying? Are you thirsty? Here, drink your juice” you say and grab a pretty sippy cup from the table and give it to him. You enjoy how he widens his eyes; a red blush invades his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

Of course Sanji wouldn’t ever say no to his mommy and accepts the pink cup. He drinks its contents right away, completely aware this is just making him fuller, uncomfortable… but hard. Really hard. So hard it’s even more difficult for him to keep it in.

And the humping and your hand pressing on his lower belly doesn’t make it easier either. “Princess, what’s wrong? You have always loved mummy making you hump” you ask, a wicked question to make him get even more embarrassed. “It’s not that mummy, is it just that… I need…” he says, a crimson tone invades his whole countenance. “What? What is it?” you ask, pressing harder on his stomach. He jumps and stiffs. “Mommy… I… I need to go to the bathroom” he finally confesses.

“Do you? Oh… I didn’t know!” you lie, laughing and increasing your legs motions. “Can I go now?” he asks. You move his hair out of his face and look perversely into his desperate sight. “No… and don’t you dare have an accident here, because if you do mommy is going to punish you” you threaten him.

Sanji swallows, lips trembling. A sting of pain that not only hurts but also arouses him hit his insides. Bladder about to explode, there is not much time until the poor man gets punished. But Sanji wants the punishment, he internally really wants it.

Yet, the idea of him wetting himself makes him as ashamed as horny. And “Mommy, please… I can’t take it anymore” he begs, closing his eyes, clenching his jaw. “You are a big girl, Sanji. You can hold it” you tell him, laughing.

“Take your hands off there” you command. He shakes his head, if he ever stopped the pressure… “Take. Them. Off” you order.

“O-ok”.

Your hands travel from his lower belly towards his sex, under his dress. You notice how hard he is, little wet spots already scattered on the cloth of the panties he chose to wear with the dress. “Princess? Why are your panties so wet already?” you ask probing the wetness and stickiness of it with your fingertips. “I’m sorry mommy…” he says but stops. He gasps. You have unexpectedly pressed so violently and hard into his bladder that he couldn’t take it anymore.

Warm fluid not only wets his clothes, but your thighs too. Sanji takes his hands and covers his eyes. He can’t stop the stream. Drops falling into the ground forming a big puddle. You laugh at his cute, mortified expression. “I can’t stop it… I’m sorry” he says, tears falling from his eyes into his cheeks. But a throbbing dick that gets even harder as the wetness of your clothes increases.

“Princess… you had an accident! Look at the mess you’ve made! Bad girl, bad, bad girl!” you reprimand him. “Mommy, I’m really sorry. Please, I’m really sorry” he says, covering his face with milky soft hands. “What did I tell you?” you ask.

“Mommy… Will you punish me?”.

“I will. Stand up and walk up to the bed. I want you on all fours waiting for me” you command. His wet dress sticks to his lean and perfect body as he walks. You enjoy him being so diligent and submissive. Sanji is the perfect sub.

The strap-on that was resting on the table is now well secured around your hips. Sanji waits for you, on all fours. Still with his dress soaking wet. He looks so miserable but still moves his hips side to side, dancing excited for his punishment.

“Remember this is a punishment, little princess” you tell him while drizzling lube all over the phallic object that hangs from leather straps. But you can’t help and smile, he wants this. He wants this so much.

You kneel behind him, slowly sliding his wet lace panties off. Strong thighs and perfect bubble ass up and ready for you to worship it. He squirms at the cold string of slippery fluid that flows from the little bottle of lube into his entrance.

“So, may I fuck this pretty man’s pussy, princess?” you ask, spreading the liquid all around. Sanji moans with each touch and nods frenetically. “Yes, mommy! Please, please!”.

“Fine, relax for mommy…”

The tip of the dildo slowly pushed inside, softly dilating his rear entrance. The pressure Sanji experiences makes his dick drip with precum. He moans, a delicious melody to your ears as you enter little by little. Your fingers reach for the long golden locks and tangle around them. A better grip so you can fuck him harder.

And you are finally deep inside him, moving first slowly and then quicker. You spank his white porcelain glutes leaving red marks on them. Sanji squirms with each one.

He moves his hips back so you could go deeper and deeper inside him. “You want it real deep, don’t you? My pretty princess?” you ask while bending forward to reach for his member. Not only are you pegging him, but also jerking him off. And there is not much the poor man can take before succumbing to an explosive orgasm. The room filled by his “mommys” and moans. His sweet seed spilled all over the bed.

Sanji flops into the mattress, exhausted but drunk on the effects of the orgasm leaving his body. You let him rest, kissing his fair back.

“Good girl, Sanji. Let’s get you cleaned so we zcan keep playing… come on”

“Yes. Thank you, mommy…” ♥~

[levi-lover]

The Vets walking in on their S/O doing a pole dancing work

LOL IT IS NOT THIRSTY THURSDAY AND THESE REQUESTS WERE FROM A FEW WEEKS AGO BUT LIFE IS HARD AND SCHOOL SUCKS SOMETIMES anyways thank for requesting, this was challenging and fun to write ~(*|*)~ i combined the two bc they were kinda similar ! 

Anon: Thirsty thursday imagine please.Levi walking in on his girlfriend doing a pole dance work out?

@aot-humanitysfaith Thirsty thursday Headcanon prompt: Levi, Erwin, Mike and Hanji walking in on their fem!S/O pole dancing as a form of working out.

Under the cut! Some NSFW content {unedited}

Levi: HC with a small image bc I am slut for Levi 

Levi is a quiet walker, literally a cat, you’ll never hear him coming 

So you had no idea he had been watching you twirl around the pole completely engulfed in the movement of your body It didn’t help that you were blasting Flo Milli on your speaker

When you finally caught him out of the corner of your eye, you grinned deviously and put a show for him

Poor baby was so embarrassed he ran out of the room and walked to the bathroom 

“Wait, Levi come back!” you called out as you chased him.

You were too late he’d already locked himself in the bathroom and turned the water on, “I need to take a shower, leave me alone.”

“I’m sure you do,” you huffed and went back to finish your work out

When Levi was sure you were gone, he pulled his pants down and wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, watching your body dip and curve around the pole turned him on. He moaned out your name and he trusted his hand back and forth with one hand and played with his slit with another, his precum covering his thumb. Levi quickened his strokes and thought about your ass in the air and your legs wrapped around the pole, he’d never thought he’d be jealous of metal. He teased himself until he felt his release, his thin brows knitted and he threw his head back, his mouth contorted into an O ugh such a beautiful sight he came all into his hands and sighed. While he was cleaning in the shower, he made a mental note to ask for a front-row seat to your next work out 

Erwin:

Erwin came home after a long day and calls your name, he stood by the front door waiting for you to greet him but when you don’t he began to worry

He walked around the house until he passed your office/work out room, he heard the muffled sounds of skin on metal 

He walked in confused and is taken aback by the sight of you, in short shorts and a tight tank top swirling around a pole

You look at him and smile, “welcome home, honey,” you said sickeningly sweet,

Erwin clears his throat, crosses his arms, and leans against the doorway, “what a welcome,” 

You twirl one more time before landing gracefully on your feet, Erwin stands up straight and tries to look cool but plz all his blood has rushed to his dick and he not on coherent thought and his KNEES ARE SHAKING 

When you reach him, you place a hand on his shirt and begin unbuttoning his shirt his heart is fluttering omg

“Can I practice on you?” you say as your cup his bulge

This sparked something in Erwin and his blue eyes were filled with an undeniable lush for you

He cupped his hands around your face and pulled you in for a rough kiss, “you could practice anything on me, baby” plz Erwin let me practice on you 

 Mike:

Okay first of all, getting into pole dancing was his idea, he heard it was a good form of workout from a fitness podcast and imminently wanted to try it

But he didn’t like it as much as he thought he would ie it was too hard for him

You on the other hand fucking rocked that shit and used the pole a few times a week

One day, Mike walked in on you while you were upside down, legs up in the air, ass facing out, and let out a long slow whistle

You lost your concentration and fell to the ground, luckily he’d also bought some pads

You landed flat on your back and Mike ran to you and helped you get up, “i’m sorry about that, babe” you glared at him. “But you looked so good on that pole, I couldn’t help myself.” 

He rubbed small circles on your lower back and brought his lips to your ear, “wanna put on a show for me” his voice is deep and husky, it sends shivers down your spine

You reach for his neck and kiss his jawline, lightly licking his skin

Mike reaches down and grabs your ass but you push him and smirk, “after you Zacharies” and motion towards the pole

He grins and took his shirt off, revealing a toned chest and stomach, “watch this.” 

You stood back and watched your boyfriend completely fail but damn did he look good trying 

Hange: 

Living with Hange was amazing, they were an understanding and fun partner, every day was a new adventure

You wanted to try something new so you’d bought a pole to workout with, Hange wouldn’t mind

Hange had been out running errands when you set the pole in the middle of living the room

The day had been stressful plz horrible drivers and rude grocery clerks so Hange was stressed 

But all of their stress immediately evaporated as soon as they saw your body wrapped around a silver pole, clad in your tightest workout clothing

“Is that a strip pole?” Hange exclaimed and dropped their jacket and bags the floor

Your back arched against the cold pole, an upside-down Hange in your view. “Yep,” you said.

Hange stared at you, eyes wide. “Can I try?”

You showed them a few basics and before you knew it Hange was a pro, they looked so natural moving their body around the pole

“Hange you look hot,” you said

“Not as hot as you, baby” Hange said back, their face flushed and eyes wide plz they look so hot and sexy hange marry now i’m begging

Hange swung their head back so they were facing you, you grabbed their face and kissed them, your tongue hungry lapping at their lips, desperate to taste them

When you reached up for air, Hange looked at you grinned, “now let’s try without clothes”

“Hange that is literally the dumbest idea ever,” you said, “let’s do it!” 

Omg plz don’t try that at home

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

i’m back 🥺. so i had this thought in my head and i can’t get it out. so like voyeurism. like levi and s/o are fucking on his desk and jean’s been really pinning over reader even tho he knows they’re together but he just keeps flirting with her because reader used to like him and he just walks in on them and levi got a whole titty in his mouth just FILTHH PLZ -🐉 ps i love u 🥺💕

HELLO my dragon anon!! I love ur thirsty requests they give me such inspiration! Please enjoy 

Thirsty Thursday #20 - slight voyeurism (rip to Jean again poor dude) 18+ below the cut!

“Hey! Captain Y/N!”

You paused at the sound of your name, but kept walking, already knowing who it was.

“Hi Jean,” you spoke, not turning around “done with stable duty already?”

The poor man had been at the receiving end of Levi’s wrath lately. Levi said it was due to his attitude problems, but you knew the real reason. Levi never really liked the guy too much. You had a huge crush on the sandy haired cadet when first met him, before his cynical nature started to brush you the wrong way.

Those days were long gone, you and Levi having been together for longer than you could remember, his claim over your heart as plain as the red marks along your clavicle. You only had eyes for him, and him for you, but nothing seemed to be able to stop Jean from flirting with you on a daily basis.

“You’re looking extra gorgeous today Y/N! Even prettier than you did yesterday in that cute little skirt!” he was saying, as you rolled your eyes.

“That’s Captain Y/N to you.”

That night in the mess hall, you couldn’t help but notice Levi’s eyes on you as Jean seated himself in Levi’s usual spot, your boyfriend occupied by Erwin and Hanji at another table. He didn’t miss how Jean would jump up to get you some more water, how his gaze would drop from your eyes for a little too long to be appropriate, raking over your body just enough to make him a little uncomfortable.

He knew you would never cheat on him, but Jean’s appreciative glances and the way he hung onto your every word, laughing at everything you said while looking into your eyes reminded the shorter man just how lucky he was to have you, just how beautiful and special you were.

As the setting sun started to paint the sky all gorgeous shades of orange and purple, you found yourself sat atop Levi’s desk, your legs wrapped around his waist as his lips slotted against yours. You were moaning into the kiss, the way his fingers were toying with your nipple had your core clenching as you ground your still covered bottom against Levi. Your loving boyfriend was just as affected as you were, his arousal tenting in his pants.

Your frantic hands unbuttoned, hand diving into his pants unearthing your prize. You continued to grind against him as his hands slowly laid you down on the desk, hands coming around your waist, lifting you up as he eased your own bottoms off, leaving you delightfully bare. You gripped his arousal in your hand, pumping, a jerk of your wrist as you got towards the swollen head had him grunting, hips bucking slightly into your touch. You sat back up, letting go only for a second as you whipped your shirt up and over your head, breasts bare.

“Dirty girl, no bra?”

You shook your head, eyes lidded as your hands went back to what they were doing a second ago. You ran a nail along the thick vein that pulsed against the bottom of his cock, the pad of your thumb rubbing soft circles against his slit, collecting the shiny precum that gathered.

Levi groaned as you met his eyes, filthy little tongue snaking out of your mouth as you popped you thumb into your mouth, sucking messily before your eyes closed.

“Fuck Levi you taste so good.”

“That’s my fucking line” he retorted, two hands on your shoulders easily pushing you back down onto his desk as his hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, holding them open as you squirmed, trying to get the friction back between your legs.

“Tell me what you want” he demanded, in that voice that made you get just a little more wet.

“I want you.” You panted, hoping he would indulge you tonight.

“You need to do better than that baby. Tell me.”

“Lick me Levi, suck on my cli - Ah!”

In the middle of your sentence, Levi pressed two thick fingers inside you, immediately finding and pressing against your g-spot as he rubbed against the spongey walls. He knew your body like a map he had memorized, every inch of you engrained in his muscle memory. He could bring you to completion with his hands tied behind his back and blindfolded at this point.

“What was that princess? I didn’t quite hear you.” His voice was coy, the way you were gushing and dripping around his fingers as your back arched prettily off his mahogany desk made his chest swell with pride. “Such a girl, so wet for me? I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

“Le-Levi! Levi!” your voice was echoing across the room, your eyes were screwed shut.

“Mmmm such a good girl.” He purred, blowing against your glistening core as his fingers continued to curl inside you. He pressed his lips against your folds, parting them with little shakes of his head as his tongue flicked against your wetness.

“Taste so good for me…”

His praises and tongue had your toes curling, and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, you felt his other hand rubbing against your clit, rubbing circles as the sensation had your clenching against his tongue.

Another blow of cool air against your sex, and he dipped his head down, flicking underneath the little hood of your clit before his teeth scraped against your sensitive bud.

“L-Levi gonna…” Your voice trailed off as your thighs shook against him.

“Gonna cum baby?” He murmured, still teasing you.

You whimpered your reply, eyes finally opening to look into his. Your pupils blown; eyes barely focused but still trying to look into his. Asking.

“Cum for me.”

Your favourite line from your favourite person in the world had your body shaking as he held you, soft praises of how well you did in your ear as the world around you shattered.

When you could once again form a coherent thought, you propped yourself up by the elbows, a satiated grin on your face as you pulled Levi in for a kiss.

Your hands once again found their way to his member, now twitching slightly with each beat of his heart as the veins popped against his impressive length. One hand pumped him as the other came up to cup his balls in your hands, relishing in his soft sigh.

You pressed him up against your still twitching folds, pumping him as you pressed the tip of him into you. His eyes were on yours, letting you have your fun.

But as he could began to sink deeper into you, the velvety heat surrounding him, he felt himself lose control. Brushing your hands away, you once again got very well acquainted with the hardness of Levi’s desk as he pulled out of you completely before grabbing a handful of your breasts and slamming back into you, the delicious burn of him stretching you open and the feeling of the tip of his cock brush against something deep inside had you throwing your head back in a silent scream.

Just then, the door opened, and Jean strode in, a pile of papers in his hands. He didn’t look up yet, shuffling the papers around as if finding the proper order.

Your shriek got his eyes focusing on his surroundings, and you had the absolute pleasure of watching about a million emotions flash across his features as his face turned a bright red, his hands coming up to cover his eyes. There was not much to see, you had one hand covering your lower half, but your legs were in the way already. Levi’s solution to your bare breasts was to hide one with his hand while his mouth came down over the other. Jean’s horror at seeing you in such a state with Levi was only made worse by the fact that he could see none of you, Levi covering all the important bits. But in that moment, he had bigger problems.

“CAPTAIN I-I’M – Oh GOD I’M AN IDIOT SORRY GOODBYE.”

A flurry of papers and the sound of disappearing footsteps echoed down the halls as your door slammed.

“I thought you locked the door Levi!” you were absolutely mortified, having to face Jean later that evening.

“Mm that’s funny,” the man above you mused, “I swear I told him he didn’t need to deliver those papers until later this evening.”

Your wide-eyed look at his confession was all the warning he needed.

“You did this on purpose?! You wanted him to see us?”

“A week of dishes says he’ll stop flirting with you every five minutes.”

“…Fine. You win.”

“Good, because I intend to finish this.”

“Wa-wait Lev-ahh!”

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Hidden (one shot)

Harry Potter AU 

Request: Can I get a enemies to lovers story? Like Regulus actually liked her as a child but didn’t know what to do with it. If you can add smut to it too plz

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M: smut

Credit: Lyrics from Magic Man by Heart used

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"Never think of never let this spell last forever"

Your eyes fluttered open as the bedside clock struck seven. The chill of the room made you not even want to think of getting up. You stretched your leg out until you felt the warmth of the body beside you. Turning as gently as possible, you smiled at Regulus’ sleeping form. You couldn't help but smile at how innocent he looked sleeping.

There is nothing innocent about him.

Your mind supplied as you resisted the urge to stroke the bedridden curls out of his eyes. Regulus was never a morning person. You had learned this the hard way.

He will be just fine once I get my mouth on him.

You thought gleefully. It took every ounce of self-control that you had not to jump on him. This was what you did almost every morning for the past six months. Regulus was always snippy until he realized that you on top of him actually worked to his advantage.

Everything is about to change…

The negative thoughts seemed to rush in and chase the sweet fluffy feelings of the morning out. You slowly lay back down beside your lover wondering if this was going to be the last morning?

For the past six months, you had been hiding with Regulus. After you witnessed Evan Rosier commit a rather unfortunate murder, the death eater had a gone on a psychotic quest to end your life. Your older brother Remus, realizing that you were in a decent amount of danger, decided to hide you somewhere safe. It was Sirius that suggested sending you to Regulus. His own brother was laying low as it was. After deflecting from the death eaters, Regulus was keeping his “nose clean” and staying out of the way.

Remus was hesitant at first. You were against it. The last thing that you were going to do was go hideout with some boy that used to make your life hell as a child. You would rather go right up to Evan and give him a big “fuck you” to the face and beat the shit out of him. The last thing that you wanted to do was spend any amount of time with Regulus. Besides, since when was it Remus’ decision on what happened in your life? You were a big girl and was totally capable of making your own decisions.

“If you don’t go there is a good chance that you could be harmed. You know that I can’t guard you 24/7. Sirius is off on missions a lot. I’m sure Regulus has grown up. If he tries to pull your hair again just punch him. I know that you can do that.”

At the time Remus’ comment made you want to punch your own brother in the face. Of course, you would feel bad about it later but at the time Remus deserved it.

You finally agreed to stay with Regulus when Sirius begged you shamelessly. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, your “brother-in-law” had a soft place in your heart that not many people did. You had a soft spot for Sirius since the moment he told you how bad his life at home was and how he was only happy at school.

The first few weeks with Regulus was awkward. The boy that you remembered from school had one hell of a glow-up from graduation. It didn’t matter if it had been only a few months since the two of you had last seen each other...damn had he changed! Regulus was still on the slender side of things but he had grown his hair out and grown in height another inch or two. You found yourself staring at him over dinner every night wondering if he had always been this attractive? Fuck, he was attractive with that “Black family scowl” that resulted in him looking perpetually bored.

It was stupid to fall in love with Regulus. There was no way that your family would ever approve. They would take one look at the dark mark on his arm and automatically panic. It didn’t help that Regulus took no steps to keep it hidden. It was just part of who he was no and if someone didn’t like looking at it...oh fucking well.

Oh, shigity, I am in trouble.

That was the thought that plagued you for days. Anytime that you were near Regulus, you were mentally telling yourself to stop. You would be wasting your time. Regulus wouldn’t want some girl to tie him down. Why would he want you anyway?

It was Regulus that made the first move. It happened one night when you were peaking out of the curtain at the street below. There was some kind of festival going on and it was nice to see other humans again. Even if you couldn’t interact with them, seeing people doing “normal” things was nice.

You weren’t sure how long you had been watching the people below. When Regulus’ hand had closed on your wrist, you jumped away from the window like a child whose hand was caught in the cookie jar.

“Close the damn curtain. If people see in here we are both doomed.”

Regulus snapped. You frowned, wanting nothing more than to sass him. He had hardly spoken to you in weeks and you were getting sick of it. You didn’t expect him to have some long conversation but a word ever so often would be nice.

“Excuse the fuck out of me for wanting to see other humans.”

You hissed. Regulus had you against the wall before your mind was able to process what had happened.

“If you want to go out there and get killed by the death eaters in the crowd then go for it girl. I bet you didn’t see Dolohov or any of his henchmen out there, did you?”

You shook your head. Regulus rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t think so. I told your brother that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you and I’m not going to. You might as well get over it.”

“What are you going to do if I don’t mind you? Pull my hair again? We aren’t in school anymore, Regulus.”

Regulus smirked at the mention of his previous behavior. He never picked on you to be an ass. Regulus had a ridiculous crush on you and had no clue what to do about it. He never had any great role models when it came to healthy relationships.

“Do you want me to pull your hair?”

The comment had left his mouth a little more sassy than he planned. You only blinked at him with wide doe eyes. Regulus didn’t care if you wanted to admit it or not but you were shocked with his words.

When you didn’t respond quickly enough for his liking Regulus reached down and kissed you...that was how it began. You wouldn’t admit to anyone, Remus especially, that after that sassy little exchange with Regulus something changed between the two of you. The line of annoyed childhood enemies who got under each other’s skin had been crossed forever.

You would forever smile at the memory of that night...your first time….

You lay between Regulus’ spread legs with your head on his chest. The both of you had finally given up after making love at least twice. Regulus’ fingers stroked a gentle path through your hair as the two of you working on getting your breathing back to normal.

“You didn’t tell me that it was your first time.”

He commented. You didn’t move to look up at him. At the moment, you simply wanted to enjoy listening to his heartbeat.

“You didn’t really ask.”

You replied. Regulus sighed.

“I feel like a dick..just so you know.”

You finally poked your head up and moved up enough to earn a groan from Regulus. His cock was trapped between your bodies and the friction was enough to make him want you all over again.

“I like it this way. I don’t need poetry and some romantic escapade for the first time.”

You said, pressing a small kiss to his lips. Regulus’ dark eyes were locked on your face before pulling your body back down against his.

“If that’s the way you want it.”

The next six months were a lot like the “first time.” You had started sleeping in Regulus’ bed and for lack of a better term playing “house.”

Today, however, was the changing point. Remus was supposed to be coming by with Sirius to pick you up, if things were “safe.” The last thing that you wanted to think about was leaving Regulus. I love you hadn’t been uttered by Regulus nor yourself but that didn’t mean that you weren’t thinking it. After month four, you were in the complete realization that you were in love with Regulus. You loved him but was afraid to admit it. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if I am just a plaything to him? Will I be able to live with that? Those were the questions that stopped you anytime that you came close to telling Regulus that you loved him.

Pulling yourself from your thoughts, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to Regulus’ cheek. He groaned and squeezed his eyes closed tighter.

“Too early.”

He whined. You smiled and sat up.

“Where are you going?”

Regulus asked, upon realizing that you were getting out of bed.

“I’m going to make some tea.”

“I said it's too early. Lay back down and keep me warm.”

You reached out to gently stroke his head. Regulus sighed, cuddling down into the pillow a bit more.

“I’m thirsty. You’ll be fine for just a moment.”

You replied before getting out of bed. Pulling on the silk dressing gown that Regulus had torn off of you the night before, you turned back to your lover. His dark eyes were on you, watching every move.

“Come back.”

He ordered. You blew him a kiss before stepping out of the room. Regulus shook his head with a smile before the realization of what today was hit home.

Remus is coming to take her away.

Regulus automatically snarled at the thought. The last thing that he wanted was for you to leave him. He didn’t care what Remus said, unless Evan was dead, you had no business leaving. He didn’t want you to. For the first time in his life, Regulus had something of a love life...a healthy love life and he didn’t want to give that up.

Remus will never agree to Y/n being with me. He won’t accept it no matter what we have to say. I can say that I love her until I’m blue in the face but it won’t be good enough...wait, I love her? I do love her!

Regulus lay staring at the ceiling as the realization of his feelings finally became clear. He knew that he loved you before but didn’t want to accept it.

Its a fucking great time to be in love with her...she’s leaving today. Good job, Regulus.

He thought with a scowl before getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of abandoned pants. Regulus knew that there was no way that you would consider not going with your brother. You would never choose him over Remus.

I might as well enjoy what time that I have with her.

(meanwhile)

You stood in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil. The kitchen was colder than normal this particular morning. Shivering, you wished that you had put on a bit more clothing.

Regulus’ arms around your waist made you jump. He quickly lifted you onto the countertop. You didn’t fight Regulus as he pulled you against him by your thighs.

“You scared me.”

You said with a giggle as Regulus tugged at the belt of your dressing gown until the garment opened.

“You look like you are alright.”

Regulus replied with a cheeky smile. Wrapping your legs around his waist preserving the contact. You quickly pulled Regulus into a deep kiss. His mouth consumed yours as he pushed you further onto the counter. Regulus swiftly moved from kissing your lips to making a path down your neck. Your eyes closed in ecstasy as he sucked a new love bite onto your skin. Lolling your head to the side, you wanted nothing more than to give Regulus better access to your tender flesh. Between your new kink for love bites and when he would bite down during making out; it was no wonder that your neck was bruised up most of the time. As soon as one love bite would heal, Regulus would give you another one. You wanted to think that this was his way of saying, “you’re mine.”

“Shall we go back to bed?”

You managed to say. Regulus shook his head as he tugged the dainty silk dressing gown off of your shoulders. The way that you laying with your head back made your breasts look fuller than they already were and Regulus was not about to lose this visual.

“No...right here.”

His words were curt and short. Regulus wanted to make damn sure that you knew that he wanted you here and this was where it was going to happen. Returning his mouth back to your neck for a moment, he placed a sweet chaste kiss on the forming bruise on your neck. His attention then went to your breasts. He started a tortuously slow attack on them. Nipping at the plump flesh, Regulus took his time with each and every inch of your soft breasts. Regulus’ hand squeezed the other breast greedily.

“You’re so greedy.”

You moaned earning a small smile from Regulus.

“Just greedy for you, darling.”

Regulus replied as he gave you a devious little smirk before spreading your legs wider. Kneeling down, Regulus kissed a path over your hip bone to your thigh. He was pleased when you whined his name.

“Reggie, please.”

Regulus gave you a wink before nuzzling your thigh.

“Such a sweet little love.”

Regulus said, placing a chaste kiss to your mound. You were dying to Regulus to use that talented tongue of his to make you come. At the moment, you were dying to come.

“Regulus…”

You were silenced when he put a finger to your lips.

“Hush now.”

Regulus said gently as he went back to kissing and nuzzling your thighs. Every little sigh of desire made drove Regulus further and further.

Damn it, I love her. I can’t let her go...I need her.

Regulus had to shove the unfamiliar thoughts of love on the back burner. If this was the last time that the two of you would “be together” he didn’t want to spend it being depressed over the realization that you would soon be gone from his life.

Spreading your legs a bit more, he looked up at you. Your eyes met as he took his tongue along your slit. Sighing, your head fell back as Regulus lavished his attention on your clit.

“Reggie...darling…”

You wanted to tell him that you loved him but you stopped. Now wasn’t the time to tell him that you loved him. Saying “I love you” with your boyfriend eating you out probably wasn’t the best time. Regulus probably wouldn’t take it very seriously.

Regulus stopped abruptly. He didn’t want to wait anymore. At the moment, he wanted what was his...possibly for the last time.

Pushing his pants down, Regulus kicked them to the side before pushing in. You gasped at the sudden fullness as Regulus pressed in balls deep.

“Feel nice?”

Regulus questioned as he started a slow rhythm which already had your legs trembling. His hands clutched your thighs, enjoying the feeling of your shaking thighs.

“Always.”

You said as your eyes closed.

“No, look at me.”

Regulus ordered. Your eyes immediately opened watching as Reguls bit his bottom lip. His dark eyes were locked on you as you looked over his body. You had to hold back a sigh as you watched the muscles in his stomach tense with each thrust.

My prince charming…

You couldn’t help smiling at the thought. Regulus gave you a small smile as if he could read your thoughts. Had he actually been able to, Regulus would have known how much actually loved him.

“Focus, love.”

Regulus groaned. Your breathing increased and your back arched. Regulus knew that your release was quickly coming. It wouldn’t take much for Regulus to get multiple releases out of you.

You cried out as your first orgasm flowed through you. Regulus pushed in balls deep against to pull you into a deep kiss.

“Come on. I know you can be louder than that. I want to hear you.”

Regulus normally cast a silencing charm when the two of you made love. He wanted to make sure that the two of you were being safe. The less that the neighbors heard the better. Regulus made sure that the neighbors knew next to nothing about neither of you. To them, the young couple next door was secretive and secluded...Regulus wanted to keep it that way.

Today, however, desperation won out over carefulness. Regulus had left his wand upstairs in his haste to get to you.

“Time to really make you come.”

Regulus wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you into his arms. You expected Regulus to carry you to the couch. The two of you had made love there many times over the past few months. To your surprise, Regulus gently laid you down on the cold stone kitchen floor. He grabbed your dressing gown and balled it up to shove under your head.

“Spread your legs. Give me what’s mine.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Regulus took his place between your legs and filled you again to resume his pace. From his position, Regulus had the best vantage point. Between watching your breasts bounce with each thrust to watching his cock fill your pussy; Regulus knew that he wouldn’t be lasting long at all.

“Close”

That was all that you could say as Regulus quickly picked up his pace until you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“Yes, that feels great, sugar.”

Regulus purred as you came apart underneath him. He pumped into you a few more times. You cried out the moment that you felt his cock pulse and the sudden warmth fill you.

The two of you didn’t even get to enjoy the afterglow due to someone knocking on the door. Regulus quickly stood up and pulled you back to your feet.

“He’s early.”

Regulus said as you gathered up your dressing gown. You knew that this should be the time that you told Regulus that you didn’t want to leave him but you couldn’t speak.

“Hurry and get upstairs.”

Regulus snapped. He was quickly becoming the cold boy that you had met on the first day. Your lover was on the backburner. Doing as you were told you hurried upstairs and left Regulus to quickly redress in the kitchen.

“I’m coming, Lupin.”

Regulus snapped as he buttoned his shirt. Opening the door, both Sirius and Remus stood on the other side. Sirius smirked at his younger brother’s disheveled appearance. This was certainly different from the normally well put together boy that Sirius was used to. He never saw Regulus looking this sloppy.

“Burning the candle at both ends, Reg?”

Regulus rolled his eyes and moved aside to let Sirius and Remus come inside.

“I just woke up, Sirius.”

You walking downstairs stopped the conversation. Remus smiled seeing you for the first time in 6 months. This had been the longest that he had ever gone without seeing his sister and he was more than excited to get you back home.

“Y/n, it's good to see you. I’ve missed you.”

You quickly hugged your brother. Saying that you weren’t happy to see Remus would have been a lie. You missed your older brother fiercely since the day he left you in Regulus’ care. You just didn’t want to leave with him.

“I’ve missed you too, Remus. It's good to see you.”

Remus patted your face and handed you off to Sirius who hugged you as if he hadn’t seen you in 20 years. Turning back to Regulus, Remus could see a strange expression of what looked like regret in the other man’s eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of her, Regulus.”

Regulus nodded but didn’t speak. Remus turned back to you with a smile.

“We should get going.”

You quickly turned to Regulus as if begging him to say something. Was this really going to be goodbye? Did Regulus expect you to just walk away as if nothing had been going on between the two of you?

“Remus...I….”

You started. Remus frowned, tilting his head. He could see that you were struggling with something. Remus wasn’t sure what it was. Were you afraid that you would still be in danger? That would be the case and you no longer had nothing to worry about. Evan had been killed by Moody. You could come home and be comfortable.

“Everything is fine. You have nothing to worry about.”

Remus gently wrapped his hand around yours to pull you along. You looked over your shoulder to Regulus. He quickly moved from his stagnant position.

“Y/n, wait.”

You turned around to face Regulus. He quickly shoved his way between Remus and yourself.

“I don’t want to go.”

You quickly said, ignoring how Sirius and Remus would look at each other. Regulus was totally ignoring Remus and his own brother. If they wanted to sit and listen to this conversation then they could have at it.

“I don’t want you to either. I’m in love with you.”

Your mouth dropped. This was everything that you wanted to hear. Regulus did have feelings for you! It wasn’t just a physical affair.

“I love you too.”

You replied before turning to face your brother. Remus looked completely stunned.

“I love him, Remus and I don’t want to go with you. I’ll always be your sister and you can come to see me anytime that you like but I want to be with Regulus.”

You waited for Remus to object, to say something about Regulus being a death eater...anything to try to stop you from wanting to stay. Remus, meanwhile, smiled.

“How long has this little affair been going on?”

“6 months.”

You answered. Remus looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Well, I wish you would have written to me. I could have saved myself a trip.”

You were totally stunned by your brother’s comment. Sirius looked equally as stunned. He hadn’t said anything since Regulus said “I love you.”

“You’re not going to throw a tantrum?”

You questioned as Regulus wrapped his arms around you from behind. This was his ultimate test. If Remus didn’t freak out over Regulus touching you in front of him then maybe there was some actual hope.

Remus shrugged.

“I knew that you would fall in love with someone sometime. If you need anything, you know how to get a hold of me.”

Remus patted your cheek before dragging a still clearly stunned Sirius (who was muttering about his brother and remus’ sister liking each other) along with him. Regulus turned to look at you with a small smile. This was the last thing that he had expected to happen. He had expected you to go with Remus. You would be happy with your brother and friends while Regulus was alone. He would spend the next, God only knew how long, morning your loss.

Now, however, everything was different. You had chosen him. Regulus had finally been chosen first. He wasn’t the one who was always forgotten about anymore.

“I didn’t think that you would choose me.”

Regulus commented as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. For once, Regulus Black was getting the girl.

“I’ve wanted to tell you that I loved you for a long time. I just didn’t think…”

Regulus gently put a finger on your lips.

“We can both be happy, for once.”

He leaned down for a sweet kiss. This was the first kiss as an actual couple and you couldn’t be happier.

“Just so you know, I have been happy this whole time.”

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situationship 「sixty minutes」 | knj (m.)

synopsis ↳you recall the moment you made the worst yet best mistake of your life that involves your best friend: Namjoon Kim.

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— college!au

→pairing: college student!kim namjoon x female reader

→genre: smut, pwp

→word count: 1k+

→contents ⨯ warnings: car sex, unprotected sex (remember: no glove, no love!) jus a lil sprinkle of degradation, daddy kink, joon is huge, (srsly he’s packed downstairs so plz be prepared) ass slapping, squirting, creampie, joonie is possessive (¿woah did we expect that?)

title inspired by: “situationship” by snoh aalegra

a/n: okok so I’ve been getting requests for a part two so here it issss. so basically this part is like a drabble I guess? of present day (after events took place at y/n dorm) pretty much nothing but hot SMUT cause that’s all I know how to write & I’m a HOE for my joonie bby UWu! also srry for the shitty writing + this isn’t edited either cause it’s like 1 am & I’m horrible & also srry for not really releasing a “part 2″ (cause i’m a SOrry HOE who has no content with a combination of 1,000 wips & requests) lolol plz lmk if you want more & I promise I will give you a real sequel. love youuuu!!

「prologue」 sixty minutes

The piercing sun scorches the interior of Namjoon’s cloth seat car. Parked in the school’s library parking lot, you’ve straddled Namjoon in the backseat of his coupe, with his cock fully stuffed inside of you. Neither of you concerned if you’re caught, too horny to care. Your lips remain glued to his, he relishes in the aftertaste of coffee that your tongue coats onto his tastebuds. He tugs and sucks your bottom lip intensely, moaning into your mouth. He smothers your jaw and neck with hungry kisses, leaving behind his markings to claim you as his own.

His fingers snake from his tight grip on your hair all the way down to your ass, gripping tightly and kneading softly into your cushion. Tiny drops of sweat trail down your forehead, courtesy of the summer’s heat. Namjoon abruptly stills your hips and commands, “Open your legs.” He pulls his cock out of you and spreads your legs apart, giving him crystal, clear access to your pussy. His slender fingers trail up and down your lips, purposely avoiding your throbbing clit. And then,

Slap.

Your thighs twitch in response, while your core pulses simultaneously.

“So wet and tight. Pretty little pussy, want you to cum on Daddy’s dick. Understand?” You nod as approval while his fingers continue to rub along your drenched folds.

Slap.

“Can’t hear you.” He retorts.

“Mmm, yes daddy!” You relent while bucking your hips upwards to grind against his fingers. He smirks at your submissiveness and slaps your core vigorously in response.

“Such a cock-thirsty slut. Look at this little pussy throbbing for me.”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

You whimper in return, your sensitive core drowning in arousal. Namjoon circles your clit and spreads your lips apart, salivating at the sight of your juicy cunt. He uses his free hand to stuff his dick inside of your needy hole. He nearly cries out in pleasure at the tightness of your pussy; his eyes shut and lips part naturally, admiring the familiar yet unbelievable sensation. Your walls are warm, like his heart when he hears you calling out his name. Your walls are slick, like the gel he uses every morning to style his mullet into that perfect side-part. Your walls are home to him, like when you both lie together in silence, after sex, and take a moment to regather yourselves. Namjoon grasps your hips and you follow suit by slamming yourself onto his cock, wasting no time to fuck while you have an hour break before your next class.

“Yeah, just like that.. ride this fucking dick, fuck!” Namjoon exclaims, slapping and gripping your ass cheeks as you continue to ride him.

“Daddy!” Your head thrown back in ecstasy at how his thick cock fills you up completely, stretching you like no other. You ease your fingers down to your clit, giving your sensitive bud some attention. Skin slapping against skin, heavy panting, and harsh slaps on your ass fill the cramped space. Your moans continue to draw out, as you fuck yourself onto him and gradually ease your pace, making sure not to burn out so quickly. However, Namjoon craves for more — to be in control and fully dominate this moment. Your added comment drives him to thrust his cock up into you repeatedly, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Fucking give it to me! Ughhh, fuck yes!”

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, he senses your orgasm slowly approaching - your walls clenching around his shaft repeatedly.

“Fucking look at you,” he slips in between breaths, “Falling apart on my dick. Such a slut for your best friend.”

Slap.

“You can’t even think straight with me pounding this little pussy out.”

Namjoon eases his thumb onto your clit, drawing out circles with harsh pressure making sure you writhe above him.

“Take this fucking dick,” he demands while giving you one last blissful smack to your ass and ramming into your sweet spot with no mercy.

Slap.

And then you spill over the edge.

Woosh.

For the first time Namjoon makes you squirt, your juices spraying like a sprinkler and soaking his clothes, dripping down your legs and onto his carseat. Your fingers entangle themselves in his blonde strands, pulling tightly and lightly grazing his scalp. A cry of ecstasy falls from you and you can’t form audible words. Your orgasm takes full control over you, causing your body to tremble and your core to contract violently around Namjoon, whose rapid thrusts have slowed down and eventually became sloppy. He grips your hips hard enough to leave an imprint behind, yet the feeling of his fingers digging into you grant an odd mixture of pain and pleasure.

A lengthy moan falls from him, his hips stilling inside you as his cum spurts up in streams, coating your insides with all of him. Heavy panting emits from the two of you, as you both attempt to gain back your normal breathing pattern. Your face falls forward onto Namjoon’s shoulder, his cock falling soft from within you. His fingers draw circles on your back. Every fibre in his being wants to break the silence each time after you both fuck each other.

You being his best friend doesn’t remove either of you from this situationship you both are in. So, what is he supposed to say? Good job? Can’t wait for next time? That was great? Or maybe even worse... I love you? No, surely it couldn’t be love, right? Namjoon cares about you, like a best friend should. But is it normal to fantasize about your best friend naked, when you’re masturbating? His warm breath envelopes your ear and sends a shiver down your spine. His finger stops drawing circles suddenly, after feeling you tremble within his touch.

Although, there was one thing Namjoon couldn’t deny. That something deep down within himself that made his insides flutter whenever you’d lose yourself to his touch. It's the idea that he’d gained that much control over you. And he’d be damned if he ever let anyone get a piece of you the way he’s gotten you. He was going to make sure it would never happen.

Because you’re his, even if you aren’t.

[thehomierobbstark]

Erik and his girl at the movies and he’s in the mood and he’s trying to get you in it too . Plz ps (I love your writings)

A/N: 💖💖💖Thank you anon!!! I know I always say this but yall are so nice to me and it honestly blows my mind yall really fw me and my writing like that, so thank you so much. Thank you for being patient for this release.

On a side note, yall are getting so creative with these requests! I love it! 👏🏿👏🏿Thanks for asking anon! I hope you like it!

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Oooh, look! The Evil Dead is playing!” You point excitedly, seeing one of your favorite old horror movies listed right at the top in big, black, block letters.

“Wackk, don’t nobody wanna see that shit! Where my psycho niggas at, like Hannibal or Candy Man or something?” he mumbles into your hair, looking up at the marquee with you as you try and decide on a movie.

The crisp winter air bites at your cheeks, but it feels nice combined with the human heater currently wrapped around your shoulders keeping you warm.

“Excuse me, The Evil Dead is a classic, thank you very much. What about The Thing?” You suggest, already bouncing on the balls of your feet just thinking about it. You loved the 1980’s film, always managing to get wrapped up in the ‘who dunnit’ sci-fi mystery every time.

“Quit moving, I’m trying to focus,” he holds you tighter to still you, clearly unsatisfied with the choices you were coming up with. And he called you the brat.

“Come on Erik, the next rotation starts in 10 minutes, I don’t wanna miss  it!” You plead, urging him to hurry up and make a decision.

It was the end of November and you and Erik were at a horror movie marathon event at your favorite old time-y movie theater in the middle of town was hosting.

All day they’d been playing classic horror flicks like Dawn of the Dead, The Howling, Children of the Corn, and Maximum Overdrive.

There were about 30 different movies that were playing for the day, randomly shuffling after every 2 ½ hour showing and intermission.

Currently your options were: The Thing, An American Werewolf in London, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, The Evil Dead, and Carrie.

He takes one last look over the titles before huffing out a big breath, conceding.

“Ugh, fine, lets go see this damn Thing movie, he moans, and you do a little fist pump, hissing a silent “yes!” as you grab his hand and skip over to the ticket booth.

“Two tickets for The Thing at 5:30 please,” you beam at the teller, and she rings you up, Erik already sliding a five dollar bill on to the counter before you can even reach in your purse.

She gives you the tickets, letting you know the movie is the last one on your left, and you pull Erik through the revolving door and into the lobby.

“Okay, since you paid for the tickets I’ll pay for the snacks “You say, already pulling out your money as you try to trot ahead of him to the concession stand.

He gives you a ‘yeah, OK’ look at the back of your head, letting you get all the way to the front of the line before pinching the back of your coat between his fingers and pulling you behind him, taking your place in front of the cashier.

“Can I get a large mixed ICEE and a Buncha Crunch for this one,” he says, nodding in your direction, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Sure thing, and what can I get you sir?” The lanky teenager asks, fingers flying over the POS system on autopilot.

“That’ll be all.” he answers, handing over another bill and collecting the snacks, giving you your candy.

As he receives his change he takes a long drink from your slurpee, looking amusedly at the exaggerated sour face you make at him as you head off towards the theater.

“I thought you said you didn’t want anything” you mock him, snatching the drink from his hand when he finishes.

“I never said that,” he states, opening the door for you to go inside.

“Then next time get your own,” you sass at him, walking past him inside the dark entry way.

“Nah,” the door closes and its nearly pitch black now as you start to navigate your way up the side hallway, seeing the big screen come into view.

“Whats yours is mine,” he says, low into your ear and you shudder a little, not even realizing he’s moved over to your left side.

If he notices, he doesn’t show it, and he turns to assess the seating situation.

There’s no one in here except for an older black gentleman near the front and a couple hyper pre-teens running through the aisles and jumping from seat to seat.

“You wanna sit over there?” You ask him, pointing towards the lower middle section a little bit away from the rambunctious kids.

He sniffs at your suggestion, again. “Uh-uh, we going all the way to the top. Come on.” he grabs your hand, guiding you up the stairs to the very top and picks a spot two rows down from the projector.

You put your stuff down and he helps you out of your coat, tossing it over one of the empty seats before doing the same with his own. You settle in, arriving right on time as the trailer for the upcoming deep sea thriller fades to black and the lights dim, the only glow being the safety lights lined along the floor.

As the final announcement to turn off all cell phones plays, an usher pokes their head into the theater, spotting the kids. They flash their hand light at them.

“Come on guys you know you’re not supposed to be in there,” they say admonishingly, escorting them out.

Out the corner of your eye you can see Erik relax more, sinking further into the seat as he spreads his legs wide. You ignore him, figuring he’s about to go to sleep since he didn’t want to see the movie. So dramatic.

You open up your chocolate and start snacking, the opening scene playing on the screen and washing the theater in a bright light, the camera panning over the landscape of snow, accompanied by the sound of a helicopter flying before it too, appears on the screen.

You see Erik reach for your drink again, and you try and smack at his hand.

“Hey hey,” you say, getting territorial now because this nigga was about to drink all your stuff. Thirsty ass.

He takes it and puts it into the cupholder on the other side of him, lifting up the one between you two.

You kiss your teeth, about ready to sock this nigga in the throat when he grabs you under the leg and pulls you over into his lap.

“Erik- what the’”

“Shhhh” he shushes you, handing back the drink. “Here, take it dang. Greedy ass.” he says, looking at you, and you slurp at the straw obnoxiously when you hear a soft snore coming from somewhere. You look down to see the old man’s head thrown back in his seat, mouth wide open as he continues to take in jagged and choppy breaths.

“That nigga knocked,” Erik comments behind you, and you chuckle, punching him in the arm.

It’s a little chilly in the theater and the iced drink doesn’t help, so its nice to be back in Erik’s arms, even if he was getting on your nerves.

You sit back and watch the screen as the research team scrambles to make sense of their new guest, enjoying the rise in tension.

You get about 15 minutes into the movie before Erik starts moving around beneath you, spreading his legs wide and pulling yours to hang on the outside of his and wrapping his arms around your middle, like how he does at home when he’s watching the basketball game or playing some video game you don’t care to join in when you want attention.

“Erik we’re in public, I can’t sit like this here,” you tell him, about to close your legs when he grips the inside of your thigh firmly, stopping your movement.

“You gon sit how I tell you to sit,” he whispers, behind your ear, grabbing one of the coats laid over the seat and using it to cover your bodies, kissing your ear playfully. You let him, thinking all he wants is to be snuggled up with you again, and you relax into him, laying your head back onto his shoulder.

He let’s you chill for about five minutes before he starts kissing your neck, this time taking his hands to stroke the inside of your thighs, moving them back and forth in a massage like manner over your leggings.

The inside of your thighs were one of your hot spots, and you can’t help but roll your hips into his hands, wanting him to press into your skin harder.

“Ok, Erik,” you start, orally disagreeing with your body’s actions as you try and slow him down, knowing full well if he kept going you wouldn’t be able to pull back, and you needed logic on your side since Erik damn sure wasn’t helping.

You put your drink back down in the cupholder and reach down to stop one of his hands from roaming when the other one sweeps over your hot center, cupping you.

He starts rubbing large sloppy circles over you, pressing his fingers firmly into your clothed opening.

“…Erik…” you manager to get out, breath catching as his hands work together now, taking turns running his fingers up and down your slit, alternating hands over and over again.

Your breaths get shallower, and he dives his hands into your leggings and spreads your lips, letting your panties fall between them. He flicks at your still covered clit, using his thumb and middle fingers.

The quick throbbing vibrations make you grab out to the arm of the chair, reaching for some sort of leverage, and you accidentally spill the rest of the candy in your lap, the little pieces cascading onto the floor making a distinct scattering sound. You tense up and freeze, gasping, but he keeps going, making your hips jerk around in his lap. You try to minimize your movements, digging your pelvis back into his crotch as you try to concentrate, feeling yourself start to wet your panties with your arousal.

“E-Erik… ss-stopppp” you try and plead with him, not wanting to get caught by the only other patron here.

“What’s yours is mine,” he reminds you, giving you a sickly sweet wet kiss to your cheek, and your head falls back as you give a quiet, stuttered high pitched whine. Your pelvis locks up as your orgasm surges through you, and you shake as you lift your hips up to ride it out. You squeeze your eyes shut so tight you see stars, and your cum completely ruins your pants, overflowing into Erik’s lap too to form a wet spot on his crotch.

Erik rubs at the inside of your thighs again as you come down, kissing your shoulder as he speaks gentle praises into you, ‘Good girl. Such a good girl’.

When you finally have the energy, you lift your head up to peek down at where the old man was sitting, and see his head still thrown back, mouth hanging wide open and you hear the soft snores again.

“Man, that nigga really is knocked,” you laugh, and you pick up your slurpee and sit back to watch the rest of the movie, passing the straw between the two of you.

[taeguboi]

BTS HC: secret relationship

Request: "reaction 4 secret relationship each bts member plz"

Notes at the end!

Happy imagining!

BTS Headcanon Masterlist

RM

winks from across the room

which are more intense when he makes a suggestive comment in a group conversation

you can't breathe

neither can he though

he just wants to show you off

but he can't

very secret texts

code names for each other

"who's that you're texting?"

"uh just my cousin"

"what? with that winky face and aubergine emoji???"

*person backs off weirded out*

*or they assume they should stop being nosey*

but anyway

it's not all suggestive

random roses delivered to your door

with a note signed with his code name just in case

you smile fondly at the note

"woah y/n, you're so lucky!"

good call Joon because y/n's friends slept over last night

"who's the secret admirer?..."

you get plenty of questions but you keep shush hahah

he does a good job too of keeping it quiet

he gets used to the idea of it

so he can control his facial expression in public

around you

opening a cute message

but it doesn't mean he wants this any less

or that the excitement wore off

taking you to a secret place suddenly and randomly

because he just needs to kiss you

sometimes you might only get 5 minutes to yourselves a day

but every second was treasured

and you both treasure each other as much as one another

way more than anyone around you can see or realise

Jin

the secret is exciting

the idea of just bringing you to his parents one day like

"this is the person I wanna marry"

and they will be like "huh?"

because they haven't met you yet

but by then he will have known you for more than the few years that you already have known each other in the present

he loves the idea of eloping

just being away for a few weeks like the old days of your secret relationship

but for now, the present moment is the secret relationship

he is so cool about it

it can drive you nuts at times

how you smile at him from across a room

when definitely no one is looking

and boy just stares into your soul

like WHY AREN'T YOU RETURNING MY SMILE BITCH

though of course you don't say that out loud

he knows those little things that capture you though

he knows how to subliminally tell you he is thinking of you

if there's something that needs to be done and he can pick anyone

he'll pick you

if you're at the water fountain then suddenly he is thirsty

that kind of thing

and without fail

at a set time of the week

there is time for you two alone

you just fake that part of your schedule consistently and no one is any the wiser

"yeah I'm off to the gym that night"

you don't have to tell them you take saturdays off

sometimes you go out of town

for a full on date

sometimes you snuggle up for a night in

there was that one time

his best friend showed up unexpectedly

like damn how can he get rid

the mate comes in and says for a good hour before leaving

and you've been in a cupboard this whole time

he always makes up for things like that though

anything inconvenient or negative that happening through keeping up the secret

doesn't go ignored

and although at times in public you may feel ignored or rejected

you're never ignored in his mind or his heart

Suga

down-low is a positive thing

no one is on your backs

no questions

no pestering

peaceful

and you appreciate that just as much as he does

it's nice to not have salty people creating rumours

it's nice to so clearly separate professional and personal life

all in all, confusion is next to none existent

you have a meet up point

you go there whenever you get the chance

no one is ever to follow you

they don't even know you know the said place exists

sometimes you're just off to the shop

and he's just off for a coffee break

and somehow you squeeze in a minute to be there and wait for him

neither of you are ever late or double book

so no one is any the wiser

a careful couple

a carefree couple

so although you might announce your thing in the future

this secrecy allows you two to appreciate each other

and you’ll never forget these days

J-Hope

it makes him giddy

whilst he wants to tell the world

sometimes you keep up appearances better than he does

and at times people think it’s an unrequited crush

that he fancies the pants of you

and of course he does

but they all think you’re having none of it

but you’re having all of it

and that’s the real reason he keeps himself off bounds

he purposely moves out of town

so that he can work in the week as normal

but then at weekends you two can go about as a couple 

wherever and however you want

you go out pretty much every saturday

sundays are for strolls around his new village

and those days help with keeping up the story in the other 5 days

there is so much to catch up on

never a silent moment

there is always something to talk about

mouths “i love you” from across a room

and your heart is just 

so you look around to make sure

and you mouth “i love you” back

and that’s enough to be warm for an hour in the coldest weather

quite hyper around you

more reason for people to be suspicious

yet they aren’t really

because they know they’re only joking

but nothing about your secret is a joke

though there are plenty of inside jokes

and you have to try your hardest not to crack up 

if someone mentions something related to that one thing that gets to the both you every time

so yeah you’ll probably get exposed one day

but up until now, you’ve both done a pretty good job

only time will tell when you can finally tell the world

Jimin

sends you fluffy sweaters in the mail when its cold

so you can wear it all day and think of him

maybe he underestimates how much you he’s on your mind anyway

money spent on postage to each other is real

love letters galore

that you both treasure

and keep every one of them

he loves it when you spray some perfume on a letter

just one intake of that smell makes him think about 1000 things related to you

tries to spend as many evenings with you as he can

be prepared at any time for a surprise visit

whether he’s already in the area

or has travelled solely to see you

he will use any spare time to make sure you feel loved

and he is very successful in this aim

he will give you the world

you’re just waiting on the world’s blessing

V

will hide secret notes in your pockets

and still sends anonymous valentine cards

just on the chance that someone might think to back off

not that he’s over protective or aggressive about you

he just wants you to himself

and he does

but the rest of the world doesn’t know that yet so

is accidentally clumsy in front of you

no one spots the correlation though fortunately

quiet, deep mumbles into your ear when no one is around

or simply when he walks past you

and he is so subtle

but you’re going out of your mind like

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

and then he walks back the other way knowing what he did

the little fucker smirks

safe to say there’s plenty of intense cupboard make out sessions

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you”

some people have actually speculated he’s gay

but he is definitely not

oh boy is definitely not

knows every inch of you perfectly

sometimes gets to a point where secret make outs go further

and he can get the job done in like 5 minutes

like fucking hell boi

you drive him nuts too though

just by wearing certain clothes that flatter your figure

or accentuate one of his favourite things about you

*sits daydreaming about your ass*

it’s not any different on your part

shirt undone at the top?

well damnnn

all you can think about it cuddling up to what you know is underneath

the world will probably be shocked when they find out

but they’ll have to deal with it

Jungkook

subtle pieces of matching clothing

well kind of

“you’re just as obsessed with docs as our Jungkook is”

“you guys would be a perfect match”

and you laugh internally

because that’s how you guys got talking one day

and then it escalated into this

“you guys look like a couple, you both always wear black”

hahahaha whoops

shared wardrobe

low key dates

because Jungkook wants to see a movie

and you’re the only one around who is interested

so people just think you share similar interests

truth be told

you’re not always interested in a film he wants to see

you go because you can

to spend time with him

where better than in the dark where you can’t be seen?

so it doesn’t even matter if last minute the others turn up

lights out, you hold hands

casually, you know

snapchats for days

like deep conversations

and although the words on your screen disappear 

you don’t forget a word he tells you

so the next time you see him

you know exactly what to do

he feels so happy around you

never a dull day

I've done a headcanon instead of a reaction if that's good for you anon because with a headcanon I can do a fuller story rather than just, for example, a reaction to only realizing it has be kept secret.

I'm not sure why any of these relationships are secret in the scenarios I created but you might make something up in your mind if you please, maybe it's because they are an idol or maybe it's a work au where it would be unprofessional or risk your jobs idk. 

I also might extend some of these in the future as I understand that some headcanons are shorter than others (and I’ll add gifs too ofc)

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Merch - Brendon Urie x Reader

Request: Could you do a brendon x reader plz

Word count: 1 681

Loud music sounded from the hall into the part of the venue where beverages and merchandise was sold. It was a small venue, this one, and seemed to host other event often too. You leant back against the table behind you, where loads of shirts, all either black or white, were stacked up to heaps. While the main band was playing, there were only very few people trying to buy merchandise and since you worked for the opening band, there were fewer people buying stuff anyway. You ran your hand through your hair, pondering on whether you should put in some earplugs while no one was trying to talk to you but you decided against it.

From the hall inside you could hear fans scream loudly for the band to perform the next song. Suddenly the noise got louder. Someone must have come through the door. A second later the noise was a little more muffled again. Your eyes darted over to the bar. It was a hot summer night, and the people were heating up the building as well. You considered if it would be acceptable to quickly get yourself something to drink to refill your exhausted water balance, but in that moment someone stepped close to the table.

It was Brendon, one of the roadies who helped the main band with the tour. You had liked him from the first moment on. He had offered the opening band his help with loading and unpacking their things and every evening, while the band was playing, he came to check up on you. Usually he made a few jokes and you talked a little, sometimes he got you something to drink or even looked after the stand when you had to use the bathroom.

“Good evening,” he greeted, hopping up to sit on a bit of empty space on the table in front of you that acted as a counter.

“Look at what the cat dragged in,” you mocked, a wide grin on your face.

The comment earned a groan from Brendon, then he turned his head and grinned back.

“It’s something very special, ‘cause someone like me can’t just be found on any street,” he wittily responded.

You rolled your eyes but laughed.

“How’ve you been? How’s the venue,” you asked.

“Pretty good,” he answered both of your questions at once, “no complications so far.”

That was good. Sometimes the venues did not have enough space for everyone, or there was no bathroom for the crew and bands, or there were not enough speakers or god knows what. Usually you did not hear about problems until Brendon told you about them, because they were mainly irrelevant to you. Except for that one time where the venue had no tables to use as a counter for the merchandise sell. But luckily enough the guys who sold the main band’s merch, had organized some tables from a bar down the street, however they had managed that, and had gotten one for you as well.

“How’s your evening so far,” Brendon asked curiously and turned a little more towards you.

“Uneventful really, but-“ you made a small pause for dramatic effect, “I already sold more shirts today then over whole evening yesterday!”

“The people here just appreciate your good looks better,” Brendon immediately answered.

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks, but answered anyway, well knowing that the little red tinge in your face had not escaped Brendon’s notice.

“I thought people bought merchandise because of the band and not the sales person,” you shot back, making him laugh.

“Well, if I’d go to a concert and the person selling merch would be as cute as you, I’d buy lots of shirts, no matter how crappy the band is,” he winked at you.

“Then why don’t you,” you asked, leaning forwards a little.

He furrowed his brows and reached into his pockets.

“Well, I guess I’m all out of mone- oh no, wait,” he pulled a little piece of wire out of one of his pockets. “Well, I got no money,” he stated, his fingers carefully bending the wire a little and fumbling around with it, “but maybe I can instead gain my main goal and seduce the sales person in the meantime.”

He had spoken slowly and when he was finished, he held up a little ring that he had formed out of the wire. You felt another blush creep into your cheeks but you pretended not to notice.

“Nice try, Brendon,” you told him mockingly.

“Whaaat,” he complained, earning a few glances from the men at the other merch stand, “I’m serious about that!”

“Yeah, whatever,” you laughed shaking your head.

Brendon was silly and cute, and you knew that you were the only one who got his attention like that. And he was the only one you would allow to say these silly things to you. The whole tour crew and all members of the two bands knew that the two of you were head over heels for each other and had secret bets running on how long it would take the two of you to figure out that your feelings were not one sided. But of course neither Brendon nor you knew about that, so you kept flirting shamelessly, wondering if the other flirted back for fun or because they were serious as well.

Brendon shook his head and twisted the little ring in his hand, staring at it for a while.

“I’m thirsty, you wanna drink something too,” he asked suddenly, pocketing the ring.

“That’d be fantastic, you can read thoughts,” you smiled and he got up from his place on the table to walk over to the bar.

You saw him motioning over to you, explaining to the bar tender that he was buying drinks for two crew members and you waved over to the now nodding man, to signal you belonged with Brendon. A few moments later Brendon came back carrying two plastic cups with dark, bubbling liquid.

“Coke for you and Coke for me,” he said, handing you one of the cups.

You thanked him and quickly took a few big gulpes of the cool and refreshing, but terribly sweet drink. For a while you were standing by the booth in silence, Brendon sitting on the table again and you still leaning against the heaps of shirts. From inside the hall the loud music was pumping through the building and you realized that you were three quarters through the main set. You sighed deeply, realizing that soon you would have passed the two months mark on tour, leaving only another two months before you would have to say good bye to Brendon. Sure, two months seemed a lot, but on tour time passed quicker and often one week seemed to be less than an evening.

Brendon had picked up on your sigh and turned to you, his eyebrows raised.

“You okay,” he wondered and you nodded.

“Just wondering how fast time seems to pass on tour,” you explained.

He nodded as well, thoughtfully, and took a sip of his drink.

“You know, you should try on the ring though, now that I’ve gone through the effort of making it,” he suddenly said.

You knew he was trying to distract you, and you appreciated it. It would be stupid to spend the time worrying about a possibly dark future if you could have fun instead. The future would come fast enough.

“Okay,” you agreed with a little smile, reaching out your hand for Brendon to give you the ring.

But instead he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, away from where your back had rested against the shirts and so close to him that you were only separated by the table he was sitting on. With his other hand he grabbed the ring out of his pocket and slowly turned it between his fingers a few times before he carefully took your hand and slid the ring onto your ring finger. Only now you realized that he had somehow formed an almost perfect circle with his bare hands, the ends where the wire met were twisted up a few times, resembling a little stone or decorative element on the ring.

For a moment you both looked at your hand with the magically perfectly fitting ring.

“I guess were engaged now,” you joked, lifting your hand out of Brendon’s.

You took a moment to look at the little metal construct, thinking Brendon was doing the same, but you were surprised a moment later by his soft lips connecting to yours with a lingering kiss. He was not pressing very close, giving you enough opportunity to back away, to break the kiss, to tell him off and reject him, but much to his relief you were doing nothing of that sort and instead kissed him back carefully, as if you were afraid he would run away, even though he had initiated this. When a few seconds later your mouths were still connected, he lifted one of his hands to you neck and pulled you a little closer, causing you to lean over the table. He slowly deepened the kiss, both your hearts racing a thousand miles an hour. He tasted a little like the sweet Coke he had been drinking and his short stubble was scratchy against your skin, but you loved every second of it.

When he pulled back, he gently ran his fingers down your neck and leant his forehead against yours. In that moment, a whistle came from the door to the hall.

“Luke, you owe me ten bucks,” one of the opening band’s members cheered, “I told you they’d get together during the first half of tour!”

Brendon tried to lean up, turning his head to the joking med, but you quickly placed a hand at the side of his head and turned him back to face you, sealing his lips in another sweet kiss, the sound of the cheering band members drowning out in the music from the hall.

[loverofthefiction]

Late Night Sweatshirts

Summary: Bucky hides his favorite sweatshirts until one late night.

Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: soooo much fluff, angst if you squint

Authors’ Note: I promised something other than supernatural and here it is! I hope I wrote Bucky well, I really tried. Um I’ll take any constructive criticism (plz gimme sum). I have some Peter Parker stuff in my drafts too so stay tuned. And finally, requests are now open but they’ll probably be awful. Anyway, that’s all from me, I hope you enjoy!

Bucky Barnes was a very tough man. His hands were calloused and his face was mostly always stern. He didn’t like to hang out with other people, and he spent his days in solitude at the gym.

But he still liked to wind down at the end of a long day.

His favorite thing to do in the world was wear baggy and soft sweatshirts (that he kept deeply hidden in his underwear drawer) in the dark of the night when no one was awake. It was a coping mechanism; it made him feel safe after most of his life was spent on the edge of paranoia and death. Safety was something he strived to feel every day and the sweatshirts definitely helped.

He snuck them into the laundry and retrieved them from the dryer right before anyone ever even noticed them in the load.

That was until you joined the team.

You were very hands on when it came to chores, which was on the qualities he loved the most about you. You always offered to make dinner for everyone or clean the bathrooms. Knowing that the place you lived in was clean and everyone was happy because of it relaxed you. Of course Tony had made it clear that you didn’t have to do it, the maids he hired would take care of it, but you insisted and eventually he gave up trying.

Everyone appreciated your enthusiasm, and definitely gave you much to do on your down days. All except for Bucky of course. He felt weird having people do things for him (especially you after he came to the conclusion that he harbored a crush on you), he didn’t think he deserved it after all he’s done. You gave him his space, not wanting to creep him out by asking to clean his clothes so often.

It was late one night after a successful but tough mission when he realized that he only really had one clean sweatshirt left, and he would have to wash them soon. He didn’t want anyone to realize that he wore them, it would be too embarrassing; the big and bad Winter Soldier wearing baggy and soft sweatshirts in order to survive simple nights.

Of course, he knew that he would have to wash them eventually, he just had to do it during the night (by hand of course, he still preferred it to the overrated machines).

The next day, at almost two in the morning, he snuck off his floor and into the laundry room, which was located near the kitchen. He took a basket of sweatshirts and got to work on washing them, making sure he got out the random stains. After an hour or so of scrubbing them, he placed the wet clothes back into the basket, and grabbed enough clothes pins for every shirt. He walked back into his room, making sure no one was around. He pinned the shirts onto a makeshift clothesline on his balcony, his metal arm gleaming under the moon and city lights.

Sighing, he glanced at the clock. The whole ordeal had left him feeling very productive, and he somehow knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep, his fingers itching to clean something else. He left his room once again with a new basket of laundry he had to do, this time wanting to experiment with the machine instead of doing it by hand. He set the washer to the right time and poured the adequate amount of detergent into it.

At this point, he had been feeling very thirsty and decided that a nice cup of hot chocolate would be ideal. He turned towards the door and stopped when he saw you entering the laundry room.

“Hey,” your soft voice said curiously, the bags under your eyes making it evident that you were tired.

“Hey,” he replied, his heart still beating very fast. “Why are you up? It’s pretty late.”

“I could ask you the same question,” you chuckled. “I couldn’t sleep, so I came to make myself a cup of tea and I saw that the light was on in here.”

“Oh,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I was just doing some laundry.”

“I can see that,” you smiled tiredly.

“Do you want some hot chocolate instead? I think I still remember my mom’s recipe.”

“That sounds a lot better actually, thank you.”

You both walked into the kitchen, your bare feet padding against the tile of the floor, and he  grabbed two mugs from the top shelf.

The silence between you was enough to make anyone uncomfortable, but you both didn’t mind it actually. Bucky was a closed off man in nature, and you adapted well to his quietness (which you preferred over accidentally stuttering out your words in front of him).

“Why couldn’t you sleep, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Another nightmare,” you stated. “But it’s ok, I’m used to the insomnia by now.” You gave a sad smile, knowing he would understand.

“You know, you can always come to me when you have nightmares,” he offered. “My door’s always open if you ever want to talk about them.”

“Thanks, that’s really nice of you.” He simply responded in a rare smile and poured the finished hot chocolate into your mug, finishing it off with a generous pile of whipped cream.

“Can I ask you a question?” Bucky said while he looked down at the mug in his hand.

“Shoot.”

“Why do you like chores so much? I mean, ever since you joined, that’s all I’ve seen you do. You never go out drinking like the others do.” He pursed his lips, waiting for your response.

“Well, it relaxes me. Everyone has their own little coping mechanism, cleaning is just the one I prefer. It makes me feel productive and my brain decides that the task at hand needs more attention than the thoughts in my head.”

“Ok,” he pursed his lips again, “sorry I’ve just had that question in my head a lot lately.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know, my mind goes crazy at night. I usually have my shirts but those don’t work when I think about--” his eyes widened at his confession.

“What shirts?” you asked, confused over his statement.

“I have a couple sweatshirts that make me feel safe whenever I wear them,” he sighed and closed his eyes in anticipation for the laughter that would come with his admission.

But the laughter never came.

“That’s really nice, I’m sorry I never asked about how you were dealing with everything,” you said softly.

“You think it’s nice?”

“Of course. I mean I’m the clean freak, I don’t think I’m allowed to judge other people’s coping methods,” you chuckled.

“I don’t think you’re a clean freak, Y/N.”

“You think about me a lot, Barnes?” Your eyes widened slightly in surprise as soon as the words left your mouth, your cheeks glowing red even in the dimness of the kitchen.

“I do actually,” he looked down, his own cheeks starting to tint at his boldness.

“Wait, really?” you asked. When he didn’t respond you knew that he was embarrassed at his declaration. You set down your mug and uttered, “I think about you a lot, too.”

His eyes snapped to yours and the expression on face could only be described as a mixture of shock, happiness, and relief.

“You’re not messing with me, are you?” his voice was shaky and his eyes showed a tinge of fear and worry.

“Of course not, I would never lie about my feelings. They’re too strong to hide anyway, I’m surprised I hadn’t given myself away until now,” you admitted awkwardly. He took your hands and stared into your eyes, sincerity pooled into them and you knew you were definitely in deep.

He cupped your cheek, and leaned in slowly. You swallowed hard, not believing that you were this close. You could feel him holding his breath when your lips finally touched. He poured everything he felt into it, all his fears, all his hopes, everything he had. You responded quickly and placed one hand onto his neck, the other on his shoulder. Your lips danced in a perfect synchronization, as if they were made for each other. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach was made obsolete from the sensation of his lips on yours.

You reluctantly pulled away when both your lungs had been burning from the lack of oxygen. He panted as he looked at your swollen lips and muzzled hair, knowing that he sported the same disheveled look.

“Wow,” you gasped.

“I could say the same to you.”

Bucky Barnes was a very tough man. But around you, he grew soft. His calloused hands were feather like whenever he touched you, and his face displayed a grin at all times. He now spent his days following you around like a lost puppy.

But you couldn’t complain, because now you both shared the same sweatshirts that he had kept a secret for so long.

Sure, they made him feel safe.

But you made him feel loved.

[uwa-so-frisk]

PROMPT ME

Hello! Hi! What is U P

This is me, begging you to send me prompts. Undertale prompts. Give em here. I have a few suggestions and rules below, but just like...d r o w n me in prompts plz. I did this for Harry Potter last year over on @disillusionist9 and I’m thirsty to broaden my Undertale horizons the same way

One to four characters max.

ASKS/SUBMITS ONLY, if you message me I can’t promise I’ll keep track of your demands you heathens.

The prompts are to be pulled from THIS MAGNIFICENT LIST at random. You and I do not get to pick which one your character request goes with, that’s half the fun. I usually use a random number generator to pick.

No repeats. At all. Like, I will do certain characters more than once, but not the same group or pairing more than once, ya feel?

Will they be rated G? M? NC-17? Who knows! Depends on what the muse wants. I can’t control where my mind goes when I get a prompt.

I will assume Classic Canon Undertale unless told a certain AU to use instead. If I can’t find the info I need on wiki to tell me what that AU includes, I might have to skip it rather than butcher the rules of that AU.

Same goes with asking for a crossover of any kind. I’ll give it a shot but if I’m not in the fandom and I know I’ll butcher it, it’s lights out for that, buddy.

Anon is okay! I just might reply to you asking for more info instead of a completed one-shot, but anon me all you want. 

And, things that aren’t rules but will make this cooler, if you have an AO3 name let me know and I’ll tag you in the story as the requestor!

Here are some examples of my Undertale fics:

Muffet/Reader (3k+ words - Complete - Romantic) | Sans/Reader (39k+ words - WIP) | Mettaton & Alphys (1k+ words - Complete - Platonic) | Mettaton & Frisk (1,700 words - Complete - Platonic) | Reader/Original Monster (61k+ words - Complete - Christmas fic)

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Tyler Seguin- I love you

Request: Will you please do a Tyler Seguin where the reader is like insecure and he like tells the reader that she’s the only one he loves and it’s just fluffy and precious plz :) thank you :)

Authors note: sorry it took so long and sorry it’s so short. ❤️

Tyler and I were invited to a team Party with the WAGS and the players to kick off the summer.

So here I was in bikini at a pool party with a bunch of models and pro athletes.

The models were all pretty, skinny, tall and very confident. Mean while I was here, in okay shape. I mean I didn’t have a lot of weight on me but I had been chubby as a kid, so I had no thigh gap or anything like that.

Tyler could have any girl here. It’s not long till he realizes it and that’s even if he hasn’t already!

“Hey baby girl.” I hear Tyler purr into my ear, followed by his childish yet extremely hot laugh.

“Hey Ty.” I reply flatly.

“What’s wrong?” Tyler asks as he cuddles with me on the tropical designed couch that is by the pool.

“Nothing babe, I’m just tired and a bit thirsty. I’m gonna go inside to get a drink. Go have fun.” I say with a mixture between a forced smile and a straight face.

“Babe, seriously what’s wrong?” Tyler asks as he follows me into the main houses kitchen.

“I’m tir-”

“No what’s really wrong?” Tyler asks as he traps me against the counter. Turning me to face him.

“I told you that I’m-”

“Your not tired. If you were tired you would only want to cuddle. So, what is the matter? And don’t give me that I’m tired bs.” Tyler says his voice firm and gentle, though yet again interrupting me.

“Tyler” I whine.

“Babe.” Tyler whines back

“I don’t want to talk about it. It doesn’t matter. Now, go have fun I’m just getting a drink.” I reply settling for the leave me alone response. Tyler apparently doesn’t understand that tone though.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong and if it bothers you then it isn’t stupid. It takes a lot for stuff to bother you. So spill.” Tyler says, his eyes searching mine for the answer.

“Tyler, I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“You feel insecure.” He says leaning back after looking at my eyes.

“No-no I don’t.” I say, cursing myself for stuttering.

“Why? I mean your cute, your hot, your beautiful, you have a personality, you have a beautiful heart, your smart, your perfect in every single way. So why are you insecure?” Tyler ask. Walking us to the couch inside the house so we can sit. Him pulling me onto his lap. Soon after His hand comes to rest on my face creasing my cheek. His eyes still searching mine.

“Ty, you could do so much better. I’m worried that one day you will realize that. I mean you could have any model you wanted. You could have any girl you wanted so why me?” I ask avoiding his gaze. Though I still see the slight hurt on his face.

“Baby girl, you are the best. I don’t want a model or a puck bunny. I want you and only you. I will never want any other girl because she won’t be you. Your my one and only. And I love you so much. Please never think that anyone could ever match up to you in my eyes or even in my heart. I love you more then I love hockey. I love you and only you. Okay?” Tyler says, while creasing my cheek wiping away a few of the tears that fell and sealing his rant with a kiss.

“I love you too, Ty.” I say kissing him.

“How about we stay in here a cuddle for a little bit?” Tyler asks as he begins to lay down on the couch, me laying on his chest.

“Okay.”

“I love you, beautiful.”

“I love you, handsome.”

“Awwww…..thanks, I love you too.” I hear a voice behind us say.

“Shut up Jamie.” Tyler yells.

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