#the cups are small and perfectly round circles

[ashtonisvibing]

fucking hell i can't wait for christmas so i can get a new pair of headphones

the cups for these do NOT fit my ears properly they're so not fun to wear

[bluelockmaniac]

༉‧₊˚. "𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐀𝐓?"

★ ft. itoshi sae x gn!reader synopsis. you catch your boyfriend staring at your ass , shocker !

notes. sae canonically has a butt fetish so i thought this would be fun to make, lol . also, established relationship (!!) and suggestive, ig (?) ps. new theme !!

you stood at the kitchen counter, preparing your morning coffee in your favourite mug as you vented passionately about the latest gossip from work to sae. "—and then, he had the audacity to put the blame on my friend! can you believe this man?!"

your boyfriend, who had just recently roused, leaned against the opposite marble counter behind you, stifling a yawn as he ran his hand through his disheveled hair. he nodded from time to time, an occasional soft hum escaping his lips as he listened to the silly frustration that laced your words.

little did you know, however, that your words were falling on deaf ears. his mind wandered, and the absent nods of his head were more reflexive than attentive. sae’s drowsy gaze was more drawn to the hypnotic sway of your hips as you added yet another spoonful of ground coffee into your mug. 

soon, what was left of his attention perished as he let out a barely audible, unresponsive grunt. your sounds were thus unregistered and quickly drowned into the back of his preoccupied mind, slipping in one ear and vanishing out the other.

"—anyway, do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?" you ask after finishing your rant, setting down the spoon with a clink as you reach up to fetch another mug from the cupboard above. after no response came, you repeated, "sae, do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?" you quirk a brow, glancing at him over your shoulder. "earth to sae...?"

sae abruptly snaps out of his trance, halting his observation of your round backside. he blinks a few times, lagging, before he speaks in a raspy voice, "ah, your friend...?"

you turn around to face him completely, furrowing your brows. "what?"

"what?" he repeats, caught off guard. you look at him knowingly, sighing softly as you pinch the bridge of your nose to maintain your nonchalant demeanor. "itoshi sae." his body tenses at your usage of his full name, and his fingers stop their rhythmic tapping against the marble surface.

"how many kitty paws are imprinted on my pajama, from the back?" you question, your hands finding their place on your hips as you shoot him a feigned glare.

his half-lidded eyes flick down to your hands resting on your hips once more, lingering a moment longer than necessary, briefly noting how your pants hugged your figure perfectly. quickly, he lifts his gaze to meet your narrowed eyes. "like, twel— ... shit," his voice is cut off awkwardly, his elbows hitting the counter with a thud as he leans forward, burying his [hardly] guilty face in the curve of his hands.

"pftt, you're so indiscreet," you laugh, adding cream and sugar to his coffee, the spoon clinking against the mug as you stirred. "seriously, are you dating me or are you dating my ass?" you quip playfully.

he groans quietly, pushing himself off the counter as he approaches you. his larger hands find your hips, then swiftly move until they settle on your rear, rubbing small, gentle circles on the fleshy round globes. leaning in close, he whispers in your ear in a teasing tone, "can’t i appreciate how beautiful it looks?” his breath fans over behind your ear. “okay, sorry, it was hard to resist.”

“you’re adorable– ah,” a soft sigh leaves your mouth as his lips suddenly latch onto your exposed neck, trailing down sloppy kisses, teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. you shudder, fluttering your eyes shut at the feeling of him grinning against your nape. a small whimper caught in your throat as his arm snaked around, delivering a firm smack to your bottom.

"s-sae, you're such an ass..." you pouted, hands slightly pushing against his chest in an attempt to distance and control yourself. he cocks an eyebrow, a smirk ghosting over his lips as he moved towards the counter, holding onto his mug. he brought it to his lips, glancing at you over the rim as he sipped the warm coffee, his voice hoarse.

"hm, ironic."

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[motherismotheringggg]

Omg pleasure dom Nicky. His whining above you as his thrust get sloppier but god he just wants to please you. Won’t cum until you do 😫

completely unraveled 🖤

summary: see the request above, anon you ATE with this one!!

type: pleasure dom! nicholas x sub! female reader

tags/warnings: 18+, hella smutty, cock worship, ice play, oral (f! receiving), orgasm restraint, cream pie, slight blood drawn, cream pie, cock warning, aftercare

author’s note: i need a cold cigarette after this is 😮‍💨

word count: 2771

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

For Nicholas, your pleasure was everything—it consumed him, drove him, defined every touch, every kiss, and every movement of his body against yours. It wasn’t just about the act itself; it was about the journey he took you on every time you were together. He reveled in discovering the things that made you gasp, made your breath hitch, and sent shivers cascading down your spine.

Nicholas had an uncanny ability to read you, to anticipate your needs as if your body spoke a language only he understood. He could sense the smallest shifts in your reactions—the way your fingers gripped the sheets or the way your voice wavered when you whispered his name. He knew when to push, when to slow, and when to draw you to the brink and hold you there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy until you were begging for release.

For him, the ultimate reward wasn’t just your climax—it was the way your body melted into his afterward, utterly spent, and the glazed, euphoric fucked look in your eyes that made his heart swell with pride. His mission wasn’t just to make you cum; it was to take you to places you’d never dreamed of, over and over again, until every nerve in your body sang with satisfaction. When he was with you, his sole purpose was clear: to utterly and completely worship you, leaving you breathless, trembling, and blissfully undone in his arms.

————

Now, here you were back in your shared loft apartment with your boyfriend, sitting on the edge of the bed, your skin still humming from the aftershocks of the last round. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the window, casting shadows across the room as you caught your breath. Nicholas came back from the kitchen, he had something in his hand but you couldn’t quite see it.

He stood in front of you, completely exposed. His cock, still red and throbbing, you went to fill your mouth with him. You loved the way he felt in your mouth, the perfectly rounded tip, and the perfect vainness of his shaft, you loved to worship his body.

To kiss down his body, planting soft kisses on each of his abs before taking him in your mouth. To kiss and bite on his thighs, tracing small circles on them until he slowly guided you to his member.

But he stopped you, he wanted to look at you. He took a moment to appreciate you, his eyes tracing the curve of your neck and the way your breath hitched in between each exhale. His gaze softened, the lust in his eyes replaced by something deeper, more intimate. You felt it too—the unspoken connection that tethered you both.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, his voice low and tender, just the slightest hint of concern mixed with the satisfied edge of a man who knew exactly what he’d just done to you. He wasn’t asking for reassurance; he wanted to know how deep he’d taken you, how far he could push you the next time.

You nodded, turning slightly to face him, your lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Nicholas," you whispered, the words thick with affection and desire. He liked when you thanked him; when you made him feel as special as he made you. He reached down to cup your face, letting his thumb grace your bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful when you look at me like this…like need me”, he said as he glared at you, his eyes were dark with lust.

He leaned down to kiss you, grabbing your face in his hand as he had full control. The kiss started slow but grew into something deeper. Your tongues wrestled each other, before his slipped of your mouth and licked you. Licked your lips, licked your cheek, licked wherever he pleased. You were wrapped up in the euphoria of the kiss that you hadn’t see what he had in his hand from before.

It wasn’t until you felt the cold burn of an ice cube on your back, still covered in sweat and radiating heat from before. You let out a deep long hiss, falling into Nicholas as he continued to kiss on you. You were breathless, barely able to call out his name but still needing to let him know how good he felt,

“mmm Nicholas, that feels so good…”

“Is that right baby?”

“Yes Nicholas, I need you so bad”

“Tell me where you want me baby”

“Nicholas I --” you were cut short by Nicholas dropping to his knees, taking that same ice cube from your back, which had melted down some, and putting it in his mouth.

“Don't stop baby, tell me what you want”, he said, muffled with the ice cube slightly muffling him.

Nicholas leaned in, his cool lips with the ice cube brushing your clit, your back arched with sheer pleasure. Your pelvis instinctively shot backward, but Nicholas quickly wrapped his hands around you pulling you closer, as he continued.

The coolness was intoxicating, heightening every sensation, every nerve ending sparking to life under his touch. Your body trembled, shivers of pleasure wracking you as you grasped at his shoulders for stability.

You tried to pull away, but Nicholas wasn’t having it. His strong hands were on you, pulling you closer, keeping you in place as his lips continued to work you, the ice teasing and torturing you in the most delicious way.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he muttered, his breath warm against your skin as he kept you pressed against him, determined to make you beg for more.

The weight of his presence, the passion in his touch, was almost too much to bear. The ice and his lips worked in perfect harmony, sending you spiraling towards something that felt dangerously close to madness.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. "I want you, Nicholas," you gasped, barely able to form coherent words through the waves of pleasure flooding you. "I need your dick baby”, you whined and pouted, letting him know bad you craved him.

He kept going, he could tell you were close, the way your core squirmed under him, the way you thrashed about, the whimpering you tried to contain but failed miserably at. He knew you were right on the edge ready to to unravel and he wanted you to cum right there on his face.

“Nicholas … Nicholas please baby, please fuck me”, you whined out more, thighs clenched as your hips rode in rhythm with him. He didn’t let up once, when the ice cube completely melted, he worked at you with his tongue. The way he lapped at your wetness drove you crazy, every flick of his tongue had an individual hand in undoing you. When he sucked on your bud, you shuttered as your eyes rolled back into your head.

You knew Nicholas wanted you to hold out as long as possible. He reveled in it—how you could push yourself to the very edge, fighting the overwhelming wave of pleasure just to stay in control, just to tease him. He loved it. The way your body trembled, the way your breath hitched in anticipation, it drove him wild. He knew exactly when you were on the brink, when you couldn’t take it anymore, but you fought to keep from falling apart. The anticipation in your eyes, the way your muscles clenched—he lived for that moment.

And when you finally did let go, when you couldn’t hold it in any longer, when you surrendered completely to the pleasure, that’s when he felt it. The pride, the triumph of having taken you to that place, completely fucking you to your limit turned him on. The way you clung to him, your nails digging into his skin as you came undone, made him feel like the king of your world.

Your body quivered with the first wave of release, but Nicholas wasn’t done. He was relentless, his lips, his hands, his body all pushing you further, coaxing out every drop of pleasure, bringing you right back to the edge again and again. He wasn’t just content with one, not when he knew you could handle more.

You tried to hold on, but with each touch, each movement of his hands, it became impossible. The way he worked you, with such precision and care, the way he knew your body better than you did—it was overwhelming.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, his voice low, as if he knew you were on the brink of breaking. And he was right. He always knew. “Don’t fight it.”

The heat between you two was undeniable, and as the second orgasm hit, more intense than the first, your body gave in completely, trembling uncontrollably against him. Nicholas held you close, steadying you as you went through the motions, his hands gentle but firm, the pride in his eyes showing just how much he loved every second of it.

As you came down from the high, his lips brushed over your thighs, soft and tender, contrasting the intensity of what had just happened. "You’re perfect," he whispered looking up at you with a dark lusty look. His eyes were huge and dilated., He moved up to you to hold you as you caught your breath. You had shifted up on the bed while he lay next to you, rubbing you and making sure you were okay. You had caught your breath enough to pull him in for a kiss, another deep and passionate one. You moaned into each other’s mouths as the kiss grew deeper.

Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath your fingertips. Nicholas, sensing the shift in the air, took the initiative. His hands moved to your sides, pulling you beneath him as he gently but firmly positioned himself on top of you.

He paused for a brief moment, pulling away slightly, his eyes dark with desire but also a hint of concern. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low, rough with barely-contained lust, his hand sliding down to massage your clit. He knew you wanted him, he just wanted to hear you whimper to say it.

You met his gaze, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths, your brows furrowing as you nodded. "Yes," you breathed out. "I need you so bad."

Nicholas didn’t need any more encouragement. He sat up, positioning himself above you as he adjusted to your entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slipped inside, the feeling of your wetness guiding him in with ease.

The moment he entered you, you couldn’t contain the moan that escaped your lips. It was like an instinctual reaction to the depth and warmth of him filling you, your body instinctively arching toward him as your nails dug into his back.

Nicholas’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the feeling of being buried inside you. It wasn’t just about the act for him—it was about the way you responded, how you opened up to him in ways that made his heart race with a mixture of lust and tenderness. Your pleasure was his fuel, his every move driven by the need to make you feel as good as possible.

"God, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice rough and low. “So fucking wet and tight for me”, he continued, staying still for a moment, letting you adjust to the fullness of him inside you, his hands resting on either side of your body, holding himself up. The connection between you two was electric, both of you feeling the intensity of the moment, but Nicholas was waiting for you. He wanted to feel you tremble, wanted to see the pleasure flood your face.

He gave you a moment, but it wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold back any longer. Slowly, he started to grind, pulling back just enough before thrusting forward, the rhythm building as he sought out that perfect angle, the one that made your back arch and your breath hitch, knowing he was touching your cervix from how big he was.

His eyes locked with yours, watching every shift of your body, the way you reacted to each stroke. Every thrust of his hips was calculated to bring you closer to that peak, and with each movement, your moans grew louder, more desperate. The tension between you both was almost unbearable as he pushed you closer to the edge, but you were holding out for him—just like you always did.

Knowing what he wanted, you were holding out for him. Your body belonged to Nicholas, for him to play with and orchestrate an orgasm from you that almost brought you to tears.

Nicholas could see it in your eyes. You were so close, so close to breaking, but you held on. Your body quivered beneath him, straining against the delicious pressure building inside you. He knew you well enough to understand that you enjoyed the struggle—the way it felt to be pushed to your absolute limit, to be on the edge of complete surrender, all for him.

Your lip was swollen from how hard you were biting it, the ache in your chest growing with each thrust. Your nails had drawn blood from Nicholas’s back as you dug into him, the sting of your pleasure matching the heat coursing through your veins.

"Let me know when you're ready to cum, baby," Nicholas whispered hoarsely, his voice strained with his own restraint. His hair was floppy and slightly saturated with sweat, hanging messily over his face as he held himself above you, never once breaking the rhythm of his thrusts. The sight of him—wild and consumed by you—was almost too much to handle.

You tried to hold on a little longer, wanting to make him wait, but his relentless pace was beginning to unravel you, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel yourself tightening around him, the warmth pooling in your stomach as you fought to stay just a little longer.

Nicholas’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his breaths growing shallow, each one a little more ragged as he became more desperate. He could tell you were close—he always could—but the need to hear you fall apart before he did had him on the edge of his own control.

"Baby, please..." His voice was softer now, almost whiny, as his hips faltered for a split second. "Let go for me... I need to see you cum. Please." The desperation in his words only spurred you on, pushing you to the brink.

His thrusts started to get sloppier, less controlled, as if he was teetering on the edge himself. The wet sound of his cock slamming in and out of your wetness grew louder, the intensity in his eyes matching the frenzy in his movements. "I can’t... I can't wait, baby," he muttered, voice broken as he pulled you closer, pressing into you deeper, harder. His cock slid into you with an urgency that matched the mounting tension, his pace erratic but still aimed at pushing you toward your climax.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. With a sharp gasp, your body finally surrendered, the pleasure bursting through you in waves. Your back arched off the bed, your nails dragging down his back even more as the orgasm hit you, intense and overwhelming.

Nicholas's eyes locked on you, his jaw tightening as he felt you clench around him, riding out your release. He gave one last desperate thrust, whining as the pressure finally broke inside him. "Fuck," he groaned, his movements sloppy and erratic as he spilled into you, his body shuddering with his own orgasm.

He collapsed on top of you, his body trembling as he held you close, both of you still panting for air. His head rested on your chest as he tried to catch his breath, and you could feel the thumping of his heart against your skin, while he was still throbbing inside of you.

"You’re so perfect for me baby” he murmured between breaths, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. "You were made for me"

You ran your fingers through his damp hair, gently soothing him as he slowly regained his composure. The bond between you two, unspoken but felt, lingered in the air, heavy and undeniable. Nicholas had given everything to make sure you were satisfied, and in that moment, as you both lay tangled in each other’s arms, you knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[liv2post]

Dungeon Bats

Animagus!Snape x Animagus!Professor!Reader Wordcount: ~1000 Summary: Severus Snape thinks the Muggle Studies professor is strange only to find out she is an animagus with an awfully familiar form.

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The Muggle Studies professor was strange.

Hogwarts always had its fair share of odd characters occupying teaching positions. Even a ghost, evidently, was capable of teaching. But he couldn’t place what it was about you that made him so suspicious. 

You were human, not like Firenze or Professor Binns. You weren’t kooky like Hagrid or Professor Trelawney. Outwardly, you appeared perfectly normal. However, there were oddities if one looked closely.

You ate fruit. Lots of it. Every day at breakfast, instead of toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, things the other teachers would partake in, your breakfast consisted of fruit and only fruit, including a cup of pumpkin juice. Your plate appeared almost like a small pyramid, stacked with cubes of cantaloupe, pineapple, strawberries, honeydew, and grapes, leaving behind a pool of sweet juices when consumed. 

You also had a tendency to pop up and disappear seemingly out of nowhere. One time he went into your classroom to talk to you about moving a couple of detentions around only to find it empty, having swept his gaze around it. Just as he approached your office door to knock on it, you uttered a soft “hello” as you stood in the middle of the classroom, making him jump out of his skin. 

Furthermore, Filch had brought up to him once that he could hear some perplexing screeching noises echoing from random parts of the castle at night and even what sounded like right outside the windows. What was strange about it is he only brought them up the morning after you were scheduled to perform rounds.

This wasn’t to say he disliked you. Quite the opposite. Out of everyone in the castle, he’d say he preferred your company. Who he'd rather sit next to at Quidditch games? Probably you. Even though you were the Muggle Studies teacher, you had plenty of knowledge about Care for Magical Creatures and DADA. Potions weren’t your forte, but you’d happily let him ramble about the subject, even when he’d realize too late that he was rambling. 

“Why do you eat so much fruit?” he asked one day when you came into his classroom eating a sliced-up apple.

“Oh, uh, that’s just my animagus urges. Sorry, am I dripping juice on the ground again?”

He blinked dumbly at you. “You’re an animagus?”

You chuckled, “You didn’t know, Severus? I thought Minerva would’ve told you. Yes, I am an animagus.”

“What animal?” he asked. You smirked and set down the apple slices on a nearby table before shifting. Your robes moved with you, swishing up and shrinking until you took the form of a fruit bat. You flapped and swooped about the air in a few circles before landing on the flat surface of the table, using your talons and thumbs hooks to wriggle toward your sweet fruit.

“You’re a fruit bat,” he observed. You screeched at him in confirmation and began to gingerly gnaw on the flesh of the nearest apple slice. Severus remained quiet for a little, seemingly thinking to himself as his fingers flexed and his jaw clenched slightly. Much to your curiosity, he wordlessly set his wand down and took a deep breath. Within a flash, his robes swooped around him, and in his place was a fruit bat, just like you, but bigger. He flapped his wings just hard enough to get him onto the table as he landed with an audible thud. It was pretty much impossible for bats to take flight without launching from a tree or a high-up place.

[Woah! You’re a bat too? That’s awesome! Is that why students call you a “dungeon bat?”]

[Yes, I am an animagus whose form is also a bat, and no, that’s just a coincidence.]

[How come you’re so much bigger than me?]

[You don’t exactly tower over me, Y/N.]

From then on, the two of you would sometimes go on day flights if both of you had some free time. While both of you wished to fly at nights, you still needed time to sleep and perform your teaching duties during the day. However, your favorite times were when the both of you were scheduled to do rounds. Your classrooms were on opposite sides of the castle so it was almost like a game to use echolocation to find each other in the dark and meet up. It was a little fun considering the dungeons were almost maze-like. If the two of you were sure that no students were out and about, you’d ditch your duties, ascend up the Astronomy tower, and take off into the night sky, playfully chasing one another or showing off flying moves. 

Severus hardly used his form unless it was necessary. It’s not like one got to choose which animal they could shift into. Admittedly, he was a bit let down when he first shifted all those years ago, but with you he learned to embrace his batiness, though he still resisted such urges when it came to eating a castle’s worth of fruit. He liked flying, of course, but he found that he quite liked hanging upside down too, especially when he needed a break from grading or just wanted a change of scenery. Sometimes he’d come hang around your office when you were grading and vice versa.

Dumbledore came to visit his classroom one late afternoon to talk about a particularly unruly Slytherin, but could not find the potion master anywhere, not even in his office. It was rather dark, all the lamps extinguished and curtains drawn. What he did notice, however, was two wands haphazardly tossed onto the stone ground near Snape’s desk, one of which he recognized as your wand. Dumbledore craned his neck up towards the ceiling where an old chandelier hung and sure enough, hanging from one of the rungs was a large fruit bat, and swaddled in its wings being held close to its fur, a smaller fruit bat. The both of you were napping. The old wizard smiled at the sight and slowly receded back through the doorway, happy that Severus had finally found a little bat of his own.

[sincerestlove]

My Angel - Part 3

hello hello! so sorry this took a long time, but i really hope you enjoy this last part of the series! thank you so much for reading.

warnings: smut, top!regina, bottom!reader, face sitting (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving).

18+ ONLY - MEN AND MINORS DNI.

Yawning loudly, you stretched your sore limbs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. A dull ache thudded against your temples, thinking about earlier events. Cady being crazy.

Glancing to the left, your tired gaze took in the rumpled mess of pink sheets and pillows pushed aside haphazardly, in the place of your girlfriend. Frowning, you sat up, pushing the cool sheets off.

Did she leave?

You stood up on sore legs, pulling on one of Regina’s long tees that splayed across the back of her plush vanity chair. It fell just above the knee, the sweet scent of her perfume flooding your senses. With another glance at the empty bed, you sighed, creaking her bedroom door open and wandering down the chilly marbled staircase.

"Regina?" You called out. A quiet hum filled the silence as you rounded the corner into the living room. There the blonde sat - long legs splayed out along the cushions, a steaming mug of what you hoped was tea, resting in her hands.

The bright light of the TV fanned across her face, enhancing the bright blues of her eyes, the pink of her lips. She smiled at you - soft, teasing - puckering her lips adorably as you approached.

"Hey, pretty girl." She set the cup on the table, patting her lap. Warm hands came to rest on your thighs, her lips taking yours in a gentle kiss.

Her palms slid up, gripping your waist. Firm, but not painful. Slender fingers trailed upwards to slip beneath your shirt, her shirt, circling the skin of your abdomen with her manicured nails. She continued working her lips against yours with every ounce of affection she could muster, a familiar warmth tingling in your chest.

The pair of you pulled away after a few moments. You smiled, arms slipping around her neck. "Why are you up so early?"

She shrugged, nails scratching lightly up and down your skin. "Couldn't sleep.”

“Are you still upset about the Cady thing?”

She huffed, hands tightening the slightest bit, shoulders tensing. “I just can’t believe her. Like, creepy stalker much? I told you I didn’t like her from the jump.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny that she was right. She was right most of the time. “Well, good thing you were there to save me, my hero.” The blonde hummed in agreement.

"I want another kiss, please."

Regina laughed, pretty white teeth sparkling. “Anything for you, pretty girl.” Her left hand gently gripped your jaw, pillowy soft lips taking yours into a bruising kiss. A quiet sigh filled the space between your bodies, fingers threading through her thick, soft hair.

Her hands snuck around your body, pulling you closer, until chests pressed flush together. Her hardened nipples poked through the thin fabric of her shirt, sending a small shiver down your spine. Dampened lips disconnected, moving down the expanse of your jaw and neck, tilted by her fingers.

A shaky exhale pushed from your lungs, whining as she bit down onto sensitive skin. "Gina.”

She chuckled, pulling away to press a kiss to your nose. "I'll keep going under one condition…" she trailed off teasingly, teeth continuing to nibble. "Make me breakfast? Please?"

Laughing lightly, you pushed her back a bit. "Really?”

The blonde hummed, running her thumb along your reddened bottom lip. "It's not my fault you're, like, the best cook."

You rolled your eyes, fingers tugging at the soft baby hairs along the back of her neck. She shivered, smiling lopsidedly.

"Of course I'll make you breakfast, silly. But first, pay up, George." Grinning at her, watching a perfectly sculpted brow rise in question.

"Pay up, huh? That's funny, I don't remember putting you in charge." She murmured, eyes darkening the slightest bit.

"Well, if you want breakfast, then you have to listen to me." Raising your chin in defiance, though both of you could tell it was all bark and no bite.

There was no chance you would, or could, ever boss her around.

"I have to listen to you. That’s cute." In a swift motion, the blonde flipped your positions. Your back hit the couch cushions, as she grinned teasingly, moving to cage your legs in between hers. Hands gently pushed your shoulders, amusement dancing across her features. "It's kinda hot when you talk back. But I call the shots, angel - you know that."

She peered down at you, eyes hungrily running down your half-naked form. She paused for a moment, just looking, then suddenly backing off, tugging you up and off the couch. Not thinking much of it, you turned in the direction of the staircase, assuming things would move to the bedroom.

Before you could take a step, Regina settled herself on the floor in front of the couch. Her back rested across the seats, arms splayed out across the cushions. A smirk played at the corners of her lips, hands reaching up to push blonde hair back and out of her face.

"Come over here and sit on my face."

A maddening blush rose to your cheeks. Without thinking, moving toward her, pausing in front of the couch. Your fingers fiddled nervously. "Don't be shy. Come here, show me how badly you need my tongue." Not wasting another moment, you settled yourself above her, thighs positioned on either side of her face.

Your hands brushed her hair back, pausing to look down at her pretty face. She was already looking up at you, dark pupils blown out, filled with adoration and desire.

"Come down here. Give me what I want." Your face flushed, resting back on your heels. Her warm hands came to rest on your hips, pulling your dampened panties to the side, dripping cunt coming into full contact with her awaiting mouth. “That’s it.”

The sensation was electrifying. Tingly pleasure shot all the way down to your toes, rushing down your spine. A loud moan filled the air, hands moving to quickly to grip the back of the couch.

Regina's touch was relentless. All lips and tongue, slipping through your folds, then moving to tease your entrance, nose bumping just right against your throbbing clit. She moaning into you, the vibrations increasing the sensitivity that was building.

Your skin flushed, from your neck all the way down to where her head was buried between your thighs.

Lips and tongue quickened. Hands gripped the couch tighter, trying to hold on to any ounce of control left. Soft lips then wrapped around your clit, sucking slowly but firmly, loud expletives tumbling out of your mouth. You could feel her smirk, sucking harder. Thighs tightening and trembling around her head.

"Fuck, Gina, I'm close." You whined desperately, eyes squeezing shut. A pleasant dizzying feeling flooded your head. The blonde gently smacked your thigh - you opened your eyes again, looking down at her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Look at me when you come." She breathed, eyes bright and intense gazing into yours. You nodded, using every ounce of your strength not to slam your eyes shut, an all-too familiar knot twisting itself tighter deep inside your tummy. "Come on, baby. Want to taste you"

After a few more beats, seeing that look in her eyes sent you over the edge. Loud wails and cries filled the room, drowning out the soft sounds of the TV. "That's my good girl. Fuck, you taste so good."

Regina took her time, gently tonguing your folds and inner thighs, not a single drop wasted.

A short while passed, too busy relishing in the fuzziness. She tapped your legs - you whined, reluctantly moving off, wincing at the dull ache of your muscles, feeling limp and jelly-like. Soft hands pressed into your legs, massaging gently as you settled yourself back onto the cushions, eyes slipping shut. "Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. ‘M not done." She settled half beside you, half draped on your side.

Her damp mouth leaned down to nibble and kiss, sucking a bruise underneath your ear. "Be a good girl and spread your legs for me." She mumbled, voice raspy and thick with desire. You did as she asked.

Your eyes cracked open again, blinking up at her. She looked so pretty, lips wet and red, lower half of her face covered in your slick. "Take what I give you and relax, okay? This is for you." You nodded, eyes closing once again. “I don’t want you to think about anything. Just feel.”

Regina slipped two fingers inside, pausing for a moment. You exhaled shakily, legs opening a little wider. Slow, deep thrusts, fingertips brushing against your spongy walls. Stars bloomed across your eyelids and she quickened her pace. "Look at you. Taking me so well, making such a mess for me.”

You came. A lot. Her fingers buried inside you, thumb pressed against your clit, lips and tongue playing with your nipples, sucking bright purple bruises all over your skin.

Soft lips pressed kisses all across your face, anchoring you to reality. Eventually, you managed to open your eyes again.

"There she is, my angel. You okay?" You nodded - a dopey, sleepy smile on your face. She laughed, kissing you so gently, you could barely feel it. "You were so good for me. You feel good?"

All you could do was hum a quiet “Yes.”

"Good. You deserve to feel good." She kissed you again, deeper, pull you into her lap, finding a thick blanket strewn to pull over you both. You cuddled into her tall frame, finding solace in the warmth of her skin. "Go back to sleep sweet thing, I'll be right here when you wake up."

"But what about breakfast?" You questioned, resting your hand on her tummy, lazily drawing shapes.

"Breakfast later. You were my pre-breakfast-dessert." She grinned, cheekily, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, Gina.” Already half-asleep.

The blonde smiled softly, her heart melting into a puddle. “Love you too, my angel."

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i hope you enjoyed!

i’m thinking about starting to write for more people/characters - billie eilish and the arcane girlies!

please leave requests if you have any :)

[admirationandromantics]

A Small Surprise

Another request! Good god, they are piling up, so don't expect yours to be answered soon. Anyways, enjoy some more Josh, this is a bit smutty, to say the least, but if you're wondering about plot, then just read the request underneath! Enjoy <3

Word count: 2k (Unedited)

🍋‍🟩WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT Dressing up in lingerie, a Trenchcoat, black heels with red bottoms and showing up to his workplace or home - Josh LMFAO WHAT WHO SAID THAT… -@b3rryb3t

Josh had gotten lucky. An intern position for one of his father’s upcoming movies, and if he did well, it would do wonders for his future career. He helped with a bunch of stuff, editing, filming and even gave input to the writers every now and then. Everything was going lovely. 

I am about to make myself breakfast when a small brown paper bag catches my eye. Nothing’s written on the crumbling paper, and I decide to take a look. Inside, I find two halves of a sandwich, a small smoothie and a small box of vegetables. This was Josh’s lunch, and judging by the long days he’s had the last couple of weeks, he could really use it. Normally, if he forgot his food, I’d put it in the fridge, and he bought something on set, but considering that I’m not occupied today, I might pay him a visit. I’d been there a couple of times before, his father eager to explain the process, so much that Josh almost didn’t get to talk. They really were the same person. 

I make myself ready quickly, hair set up, a bit of lipstick, my thin black coat and sneakers. I run past the bedroom and into the hall, my headphones on the cabinet. I open the door, and as I’m about to close it, a striking red colour pulls my attention. Inside is a small paper bag with cherry red lace sticking out. Should I look? It’s placed in the common area, so he must’ve known I would eventually peek. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I make my way inside again, closing the door and opening the bag. 

A set of red lingerie and two more in black and blue are in here. Every single one being newly bought. The bodice is absolutely beautiful, a body with flower lace pattern, sewn-in cups, stockings and garters. The thought of using these makes me smile, the fabric flowing between my fingers like silk. Is this silk? 

I run to the bathroom, pulling my hair down and applying my lipstick again, going a little more bold. The set fits perfectly, holding my breasts in place and showing off my ass. Oh god, I look good. I have a pair of heels which would go perfect with this look, black with red bottoms, complimenting my coat and outfit. I take a last look in the mirror, making sure everything is fine before grabbing his forgotten lunch and heading to the car. 

***

The set is fairly empty except for a couple of cameramen adjusting the equipment and someone walking around with pens and paper. I make my way to Josh’s room, which he was kind enough to be given by his father. It wasn’t big, but decent. A desk, chair, small sofa and a coffee table. I make my way there, greeting a couple of familiar faces on the way. 

He doesn’t have his name on the door, but I still recognize it, black with a small white circle. 

I knock three times, waiting for him to answer. He doesn’t. I test the handle, and the door is unlocked. I go inside, mumbling a small “hello”, but no one answers. The room is dark and empty, so I turn on the light, sitting on the couch and pulling up my phone. 

“Hey, you forgot your lunch, I’m here” 

“You’re on set?” 

“Yes, come find me” 

I put the phone away, laying down on the sofa and making a decent pose. Not too much is showing, and I’m still wearing the coat. This would go just fine. The sound of the door opening shifts my gaze, and I grab my hair quickly, twinning it between my fingers as Josh’s face exclaims in surprise. His mouth wide open, eyes round and big, not even closing the door behind him. 

“Joshy, the door” I whisper, trying to zap him out of his haze. He shakes his head, lips turning into a small smirk as he closes and locks it. I stand up, handing him the small brown bag and giving a small kiss. 

“Woah, you came here like that?” he asks, still mesmerised, eyes going over my body continuously. I open the coat, letting it fall off my shoulders and on the ground. Oh, how he was gonna get it. 

“Well, you forgot your lunch this morning” 

“Are you trying to tell me I forgot you as well?” 

“Maybe” 

His hands carefully go over the seams, feeling every inch of my lace covered body. He can’t stop looking, inspecting every single part of it. 

“And you look as sexy as every, oh my lord” 

I smile, hands going around his neck, pulling him in. 

“So, how long is the break?”

“About 20 more minutes”

“Well, that gives us plenty of time” I smile, capturing his lips on mine. My hand travels down his body, cupping his throbbing heat. His breath hitches, losing control just for a second before regaining his strength. I smile into his lips as he tries flipping the dynamic, groping my ass and making my mouth open. Of course he uses the opportunity to stick his tongue inside, exploring my insides and pushing me against the wall. 

“Not as much time as I would like” he whispers, fingers tangling in my hair, and his tongue licking my lower lip. I sigh into him, tugging on his thin sweater, begging him to take it off. 

A knock on the door interrupts us, and we both freeze. I move a bit away, and Josh leads me to the wardrobe, pushing me inside. 

“Give me a second” 

“I’ll be waiting” I smile, fixing the strap on my shoulder while he watches. His cheeks are light pink, a small smirk in the corner of his lips, paired with that sly spark in his eyes. 

He walks over to the door, taking a breath and opening it. I hide behind several heavy coats, feeling like I’m in my own secret Narnia. 

“Hey man, what’s up?” He asks the man, one hand leaning against the doorframe. 

“We’re starting earlier, and we need you”

He gives me a look, and I can see the other man also looking inside, wondering what’s caught his attention. 

“Uhh yeah, just let me get my papers and I’ll be right out” Josh excuses, about to turn around. 

“Five minutes, Washington”

“You got it!”

He closes the door, letting out a loud sigh and leaning against it. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips, slowly climbing out of the closet. 

“Okay, so maybe when we get home” he smiles, meeting me halfway. 

“You can’t go out like that” I whisper, cupping his rock hard boner. He lets out an involuntary moan, hands going to my hips to steady myself. 

“A lot can happen in five minutes” I tease, kissing his ear and moving down to his neck. 

“You’re underestimating me, darling”

“Oh, am I?” I smirk, fingers dipping under the hem of his pants. He gasps, letting me slide down him, bending my knees and dragging his pants down with me. 

“Oh, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into” 

“Four minutes Joshy, it’s now or never” I whisper, stroking his dick slowly back and forth, leaning a bit forward to show off my breasts in the skimpy outfit. His face is tomato red, one hand still on the doorframe, and the other on my shoulder. He’s breathing heavily, head falling back into the wall as up my pace, causing a hoard of whimpers and low moans. A small click on the door makes me look up, and he has locked it. He made his decision. 

I take a long lick over his shaft, making sure to drag it out, leaving him a mess above me. One of my hands goes to massage his balls, bringing that extra stimulation. To stop his sounds from getting too loud, his hand goes to his mouth, almost biting down on his flesh. I take him in, realising that we don’t have that much time left. I work efficiently, taking him with both of my hands, as well as my mouth. He whimpers from the touch, legs struggling to stay up as he melts in front of me. 

“S-shit, fu-fuck” he mutters, his hand coverage making it harder to hear. I can’t help but smile, the pleasure I bring him being too good to pass on, even if he could get it tonight instead. I would be lying if I said his sounds didn’t turn me on, small muffled harmonies filling the small room, still sure that no one else outside can hear it. I lift my head, making eye contact with him. 

“What would everyone outside think if they knew the reason they had to wait for you?” 

He whines in reply, craving my mouth around him again. I oblige, taking him in, so far I start to gag, before continuing the quick, but steady rhythm. A loud knock is heard on the door, but I continue my assault, waiting for someone to speak. 

“Josh, two minutes left, are you coming or what?” 

I lift my head again, looking up and catching his conflicted expression. He’s unsure of what to say, he might not even get the words out if he tried. I continue stroking him, his throbbing heat red and twitchy in my grip. 

“Tell him that you’ve almost gotten all the papers and you’ll meet him there” I whisper, tone seductive and commanding. He nods, lifting his chin and leaning over to the door. 

“Still looking for the last papers!” I put my lips against his pelvis, kissing his lower stomach and down to his inner thighs, making his breath hitch. 

“I-I, fuck, I’ll met you there” He manages to word out, and I giggle silently, sending vibrations all over his area. 

“Josh… are you okay?” 

“Um, yeah. J-just stressed about t-today’s work”

He grabs my head, forcing his dick down my throat again, making me suck him faster and longer. Oh, how desperate he is. 

“Yeah, me too man. Just let me know if you want some new copies of yesterday’s planning, I know we aren’t supposed to give extras, but it’ll be fine. It can be arranged, and I know you’re stressed, but this is a tough business. Let me know if you need anything!” 

The voice sounds further away now, which means he’s probably gone to the filming area. Josh looks down on me, face still flustered, and maybe a bit sweaty. He starts twitching roughly in my mouth, and I brace myself, holding onto his thighs for support. He lets go of my head, letting me finish him my way, and making him come inside my mouth. I take it all, swallowing when he’s finally done. 

He leans back on the wall, sliding down until he’s sitting on the floor, breathing heavily and quickly. Pulse is probably high, and he needs to calm down a bit. 

“You’re amazing” he breathes out, and I laugh a little at how worked up he is. I lean over, capturing his lips on mine, hand behind his neck to pull him further in. His heart is beating rapidly, my hand on his chest, feeling every pump. We both pull away, my eyes glossy and watery, makeup probably a bit out of touch. 

I get up, taking a quick look at myself in his mirror, and putting the coat back on. He has places to be, and I need to get home. 

“You need to get back to work” I smile, unlocking the door and looking outside. No one’s here, they’re probably on set, still waiting for him. If he ran, he would make it in time for those five minutes. 

“I’m getting you back tonight for this” he whispers behind me, pants zipped up and the signature cocky smirk on his lips. I give him a quick peck before walking out. 

“Looking forward it”

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 8- Corruption

Pairing: Non-Idol!Chanyeol x Innocent!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Arranged marriage, virgin!reader, possessive!Chanyeol, nickname (Angel), mentions of multiple rounds, He basically makes you cum over and over till the sun comes up.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

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Chanyeol didn't like the idea of marrying someone he didn't know. He thought that the practice of arranged marriages between wealthy families was weird and unnecessary. In fact, he was planning on ruining this dinner to save you both the trouble later. He thought he had it all planned out perfectly until the moment he laid eyes on you. You looked so soft and innocent. He instantly wanted to protect you from the world. Hide you away in his own personal bubble and never let anyone else touch you. It unlocked something in him that he never knew was there. Something that made him want to ruin your perfectness. All he could imagine was watching as your adorable makeup got smudged and smeared because he had you in tears from pleasure you'd never known until him. Chanyeol's heart raced as he approached you, his earlier plans of sabotage long forgotten. He bowed slightly, taking your hand and brushing his lips across your knuckles. The touch sent electricity through him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, his voice low and husky.

You blushed, averting your eyes shyly. "Likewise," you murmured. As dinner progressed, Chanyeol found himself captivated by your every word and gesture. He watched the way you delicately sipped your wine, imagining those lips on his skin. When you laughed at something he said, the sound was like music. Under the table, his hand found your knee. You jumped slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. Chanyeol's thumb traced small circles on your skin, relishing how soft you felt. Your eyes met his, a mixture of surprise and intrigue flickering across your features. Chanyeol felt a surge of possessiveness, wanting to be the only one to ever see that look on your face. As the evening wore on, the tension between you grew palpable. Every accidental brush of hands, every shared glance, felt charged with electricity. Chanyeol found himself leaning in closer, drinking in your scent, memorizing the curve of your neck. When dinner finally ended, he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go. Luckily he didn't have to wait long. It is customary in these arranged marriages for the couple to meet for the first time the night before the wedding and no sooner. So he would see you again tomorrow, walking down the aisle, looking even more pure and angelic than you did tonight.

As Chanyeol lay in bed that night, his mind raced with thoughts of you. He tossed and turned, unable to shake the image of your innocent face, your gentle smile. The need to possess you, to claim you as his own, consumed him. When morning finally came, Chanyeol dressed with meticulous care. His hands shook slightly as he adjusted his tie, anticipation building. This was it - the day he would make you his forever. The ceremony passed in a blur. Chanyeol barely heard the words being spoken, his eyes fixed on you. You looked ethereal in your white gown like an angel descended from heaven. His angel. As you said your vows, Chanyeol's voice was thick with emotion. Not nerves, as the guests assumed, but raw desire. He slipped the ring on your finger, relishing how soft your skin was beneath his fingers calloused from playing guitar. When the officiant finally pronounced you husband and wife, Chanyeol could barely contain himself. He pulled you close, one hand on the small of your back, the other cupping your face. His lips met yours in a kiss that started gently but quickly intensified. You gasped softly against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, giving you a taste of the passion that had been building since he first saw you. The reception was torture for Chanyeol. All he wanted was to whisk you away, to finally have you all to himself. But social obligations kept you both busy, greeting guests and participating in various traditions. His eyes followed you constantly, drinking in every smile, every laugh. Whenever possible, he kept a possessive hand on you - at your waist, on your arm, clasping your hand in his. As the night wore on, Chanyeol grew increasingly impatient. All he wanted was to finally claim you as his. He wanted to be the devil to tempt you, his angel, into lustful sin. Finally, the last guest departed and you were alone. Chanyeol's eyes darkened as he turned to you, his new bride. Without a word, he swept you into his arms and carried you to the honeymoon suite. Once inside, he set you down gently. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for you, cupping your face.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip, "So pure and innocent. I want to corrupt you in the most delicious ways." You shivered at his words, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through you. Chanyeol's lips found yours in a searing kiss, more passionate than the one you'd shared at the altar. His tongue sought entrance, which you granted with a soft gasp. Chanyeol's hands roamed your body, caressing every curve through the delicate fabric of your wedding gown. You whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. Chanyeol growled low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

"You're mine now," he murmured against your neck, his breath hot on your skin, "All mine." With deft fingers, he began unlacing your dress, his lips never leaving your skin. As the gown fell away, Chanyeol's eyes darkened with desire. Chanyeol's eyes raked over your newly exposed skin, drinking in every inch of you. He reached out to touch you, reverent and possessive all at once.

"Perfect," he breathed, "You're absolutely perfect." You shivered under his intense gaze, a blush spreading across your cheeks and down your neck. Chanyeol tracked the rosy color with his eyes, fascinated.

"So innocent," he murmured, "But not for long." In one swift motion, he pulled you flush against him, claiming your lips in a searing kiss. You gasped at the sudden movement, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Chanyeol walked you backward until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He gently lowered you onto the soft sheets. His eyes never left yours as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing toned muscles underneath. You couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight. Chanyeol smirked, noticing your wide-eyed gaze.

"Like what you see, angel?" he purred, voice low and seductive. You nodded shyly, unable to form words. Chanyeol's smirk widened as he finished undressing, leaving him in just his boxers. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, trailing kisses along your jawline, "So pure and perfect. I can't wait to ruin you." His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. You gasped and arched into him, overwhelmed by the new sensations. Chanyeol growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin.

"That's it, angel," he murmured, "Let me hear you." His hands roamed your body, touching and caressing places no one ever had before. You whimpered softly, torn between shyness and growing desire. Chanyeol's eyes darkened at the sound.

"No need to be shy," he said, voice husky, "You're mine now. All mine." He captured your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing your moans as his fingers found sensitive spots. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Chanyeol hissed in pleasure.

"You're so responsive," he murmured against your skin. "So sensitive to my touch. I love it." Chanyeol's hands continued to explore your body, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure. You trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses.

"Ch-Chanyeol," you gasped, your voice breathy and uncertain. He paused, looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes, "Yes, angel?"

"I've... I've never..." you trailed off, blushing furiously.

Understanding dawned in Chanyeol's eyes, followed by a flash of possessive hunger. "You've never been touched like this before, have you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. When you shook your head, he groaned softly. "Oh, angel. I'm going to make this so good for you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I'll be gentle, I promise." His lips found yours again in a tender kiss as his hands resumed their exploration of your body. You gasped and whimpered at his touch, overwhelmed by the new sensations. Chanyeol took his time, savoring every reaction, every soft sound that fell from your lips.

“That's it, angel," he encouraged softly "Let go. Feel everything I'm doing to you." Slowly, carefully, he began to push you towards the edge. Your breath came in short pants, your body trembling beneath his. Chanyeol watched your face intently, memorizing every expression of pleasure that crossed your features. Your back arched as waves of pleasure washed over you, Chanyeol's name falling from your lips in a breathless cry. He held you close as you shuddered against him, murmuring words of praise and adoration. As you came down from your high, Chanyeol peppered your face with soft kisses. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So perfect." You blushed at his words, still shy despite what had just transpired between you. Chanyeol smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"We're not done yet, angel," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "I'm going to worship every inch of you tonight." True to his word, Chanyeol spent hours exploring your body, bringing you to the heights of pleasure again and again. By the time the sun began to peek through the curtains, you were a trembling, exhausted mess. Your skin glistened with sweat, and your hair mussed beyond recognition. Chanyeol looked down at you with a mix of tenderness and pride.

"Look at you," he murmured, tracing your swollen lips with his thumb. "Thoroughly fucked out, and all mine." You managed a weak smile, still catching your breath. Chanyeol gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest. His fingers combed gently through your tangled hair.

"Rest now, angel," he said softly, "You'll need your strength for later." As you drifted off to sleep, Chanyeol's arms wrapped protectively around you, you realized that maybe arranged marriages weren't so bad after all. You had found your perfect match in this man who could be both tender and possessive.

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A/N: I catch up just to fall behind. Oops.

[fairytsuk1]

hips don't lie | (s)

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: sexual content, drinking (of age), sexual dancing, mild voyeurism, mild public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, pre-established relationship

summary: alex knows you think he's hot. when you're all out and about, the pressure builds till you both can't take it anymore.

The two of you dressed in tandem, slipping past each other to apply perfume and perfectly tie a tie. Still, neither of you could hide the longing glances at the silhouette of Alex's body or the whisper of promise accentuated by your curves. Alex watches you work through your make-up routine while he sits on the bed, already ready.

"Is–what's his name–going to be there? Roier?"

Alex stands and draws close to you, crowding your inner bubble and resting a chin on your shoulder, "yeah, but he'll probably be busy with Sabi. Did I tell you how good you look in this dress, hm?"

You have to remember that you have somewhere to be when you feel Alex's hands possessively glide down the bones of your hips, circling back to your ass and squeezing.

"You did, actually, when I bought it," you smirk at him through the mirror, clipping in an earring, "don't get handsy. We need to leave soon."

"I'm not getting handsy! I'm just appreciating your body. I mean, how could I not?"

Alex says it so genuinely, lips quirked up as he wraps his arms around you comfortingly. You know he means every compliment, every embrace, every little instance reminded you that he truly loved you. The two of you glance at each other before your lips are joined in a heated kiss that your boyfriend eagerly accepts. A dominant hand splays across your lower back, tugging you chest to chest; his free hand slips down and grabs a handful of your behind, "Alex!"

"Sorry," he cheekily laughs, pecking your lips softly once more, "let's get going."

He leaves your heart beating and thighs squeezing together most unfairly. He was so devastatingly attractive, with a demeanor that made you feel like a princess. Your lips twist into a pout while you punch his arm, "that's what I've been saying, actually!" 

"Oh, is that what you were saying?"

Your boyfriend's already grabbed his keys as wiggly fingers tickle your waist in the doorway. Alex feels his heart grow as you laugh, hair messily bouncing as your lifted lashes fluttered at him, "stop it! You're gonna ruin my hair, Lex."

He heeds your request, unlocking the front door to your shared apartment before pausing before you.

"Hey, I love you," he says.

The blush starts at your cheeks before encapsulating your head in flames. It's so mushy, brown eyes round like boba sparkling at you as he lets himself have a moment of vulnerability. Your hand comes to cup his cheek, and you feel as if you're precisely where you need to be, your thumb coming up just short of the mole under his eye.

"I love you too," and your empathetic eyes begin to well.

As in tune with you as always, Alex is quick to wave away tears by pulling you close into the warmth of his side.

"Don't cry! I didn't say that just for you to cry. Besides, how can you cry when we're having drinks tonight?"

Alex's ever-present excitement for drinking doesn't go unnoticed by you; it's enough to wipe a lone tear and peck his jaw, "nothing could ever stop me from drinking with you. I still watch that video of you doing karaoke that one time!"

"God, please don't talk about that! Ugh, I can't believe you still even have that. It's horrible! You have blackmail on your phone, literally."

Your conversation delves into nonsense, bantering and lightly ribbing each other the whole car ride. His hand, of course, stays on your thigh the entire ride.

-

You're a few drinks in and realize you severely underscored Alex's attractiveness that night as you took him in during a minute of group socialization. He'd been steadily killing it the whole night, a hand leading you from the small of your back and laughing with people as if he'd known everyone for years. It wasn't easy showing up as a streamer's plus one, but he knew how to make you feel accepted and relaxed.

Now, however, you're starting to get a bit needy after far too many glasses of red wine and a lingering hand on your inner thigh. Alex is faring even worse. It was as if the combination of alcohol with your high-libidos led to a fantastic product of pure lust. The two of you knew there wasn't a more inappropriate time to disappear to the bathrooms. Still, every look was supercharged with arousal and wanting. 

People from the QSMP crowd your table, infinitely singing praises at your boyfriend's table. Rafael, or Cellbit, says something about dancing, and your mind is plagued by thoughts echoing what you wanted to do most. You needed to show Alex how much you wanted him.

Alex beat you to the chase, "Let's go dance!"

"Okay," your skin is flushed from intoxication, and Alex's touch against your palm sends electricity up your spine.

It's a bit crowded moving to the dance floor, but soon, you find your own spot in the crowd where there's just enough breathing room for you and him to be face to face. It feels intimate, just slightly swaying together. Then, his hands are skimming the edge of your dress and sliding right up to your hips.

You lean in close, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, "not too much PDA for you?"

"Not at all. I mean, it's better than ripping your clothes off and fucking you right here," his hands bring you so close that your hips are flush, "that's what I really wanna do to you right now."

A breath is caught in your throat as you discreetly sway with the group. His cock slowly begins to press against your thigh as he looks at you with pure need. There's no doubt your panties are soaked with arousal as you imagine how he'd feel, leaving bruises on the contours of your hips, pulling you back against his cock as you struggle to barely hold yourself up. 

"Alex, I want you so bad," you whisper into his ear, "and I can feel you. I wanna suck you off."

The fact you're speaking so lewdly with no one catching on makes both of your pulses quicken. Practically in the distance, the DJ changes the song, and you take the opportunity to use Alex's aroused shock to turn in his arms.

"Let's just go to the bathroom real quick and–"

"Let's just dance for a second, yeah?"

He doesn't even have the chance to rebuke you, too entranced by how you teasingly sway your hips against his now prominent bulge. To others, it just looks like an average couple having an intimate time; only God knows how much Alex is thinking of the softness of your cheeks that press into his thighs, the way your hips effortlessly tilt the same way you would be riding him at his desk. You act so nonchalantly like this, but he's the only one making you moan and whine while he sucks on your wet clit like a man starved.

You only tone down your seductive dancing when his hands wrap around your middle with no wiggle room. Alex holds you in place, and your eyes want to roll back in your head from the way he lightly presses your lower stomach against him. He always feels so massive behind you like this, like he's in total control of your body which makes your clit pulse.

"You can be so naughty sometimes, I'm so fucking hard in my pants now. It's all your fault, you know," he whispers hotly in your ear, "Why don't we go to the bathroom for a second, baby?"

"But I'm having fun dancing," you brattily reply, tilting your jaw up to stare at him through your lashes.

He gives you a plain look, and the submissive bone in your body leaves your legs shaking. 

"You could be having much more fun getting fucked by me, getting split open on my cock. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to," he drops the ultimatum, but the both of you already know your answer.

"Take me to the bathroom," you mumble, pressing against him.

Within moments, your boyfriend has come up with a lame excuse: "Yeah, she's feeling a bit sick!" The two of you are speedwalking to the private bathrooms and clicking the locks shut. Once safely secure, affirmed by the slide and click of the lock, Alex is quick to make work of your body and fiercely bring you into a makeout session with him.

It's hot, messy, it's so wet the way your lips collide against each other. The tension finally builds up and culminates in gliding your tongue against his as he works a knee between your legs. You knew you needed him, but your body was buzzing as his hands cupped your breasts roughly, "ah, fuck. I'm so horny."

"How do you think I feel," he groans, sucking a mark into your neck, "I feel like a teenager, about to come in my pants over your fucking grinding."

Alex's hand cups your jaw to bring your lips together again, tugging on the delicate skin as he drinks you in, "you're fucked up for that, you know?"

"I know, but you like being teased."

"I don't! I really don't," he mumbles, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it on the door hook, "I should really get you back."

Your boyfriend says it as he manages to pull the cups of your bra down, freeing your chest from the confines of your chest. The cold, naked breeze leaves you aching to cover up, but Alex soothes your pebbling nipples with the warmth of his mouth and slick of his tongue. It feels too good, moans squeaking out of you as he tweaks and sucks at the puckering buds.

He always wants to make you feel good, which means learning everything that made you tick as he absolutely ravishes you. Your nipples were always so sensitive, your fingernails scratching his scalp like the pleasure was crawling out of you like a woman enchanted. 

"Yeah, babe? You like it when I play with your pretty tits?"

"Yeah, yes! The way you touch my nipples feels so good," your words come out, exhaled in pure relief, and it is a relief.

You needed his hands on your body, kneading plush skin and making you feel oh-so-good. Alex beckons you away from the door, lifting you up by your hips to seat you on the counter's edge. You're closer to his height now, and there's a brief moment of sweetness as you reconnect by standing flush against each other. He's fully hard now, desperate for you.

"I need you so bad, fuck," he sighs pleasedly.

Manicured hands unbutton the top buttons of his shirt, soaking in golden-tanned skin that gleams under the bathroom lights. Alex catches the sight of the two of you in the mirror, and his thighs shake with the empathetic rush of pleasure that courses through him just seeing the state of you two. Messy hair, make-up smudged, clothes absolutely and unmistakably disheveled. 

Neither of you could wait any longer, "wanna fuck you from behind. Turn around for me, please?"

Once you're entirely on display, you have a front-row view in the mirror as his hands glide over the curve in your lower back before reaching your cheeks and spreading them. Your creamy hole is fully on display, and Alex shushes you when you whine, "Don't stareee."

"Hush, just be patient for a second," he doesn't even take his eyes off your pussy, "I can't appreciate my girlfriend?"

You want to bite back sassily, but then the head of his dick catches on your clit, leaving your jaw-dropping in a dramatic display. The man behind you chuckles lightly, gliding the tip between your sticky folds to thoroughly coat his cock in your wetness, "what was that?"

"N-Nothing, just hurry up!"

Biting your lip, you try to jerk your hips back, but Alex's hand keeps your lower back firmly pinned to the counter, "I've been daydreaming about this since you got ready."

Alex gives you no chance to try and speak, plunging the tip in your pussy and stretching your thick walls. You know he's barely inside you, barely begun to dick you down. Still, you're already gutturally moaning, "Fuuuck… yes, lex–mmf!"

He gives you time to adjust, shallowly thrusting his hips with a hand on your hips. You're already trying to suck him in, and he's barely a few inches inside! It's heaven, and you can see the way his black hair cascades in his face as he slowly bullies his fat cock into you.

"God, fuck! You're taking me so well; this pussy is squeezing me so tight," he groans, eyes locking onto yours in the mirror as he starts to thrust earnestly, "Oh fuck yeah, take my cock, baby."

There's a loud 'pap' that echoes through the room as Alex works his hips into yours, steadily burying his cock deep into your folds and dicking you down expertly. The room grows hot and heady, the scent of sex permeating the air as Alex skillfully pounds you against the counter, "Talk to me, baby. Actually–fuuck. Look at me, babe."

Your hand grips the counter fiercely, but you can still look up to watch as Alex drags his dick through your walls over and over, "Filling me up so good–wanna cum so bad. I wanna be good–oh! Uh-huh, 'jus wanna be good for you."

Alex feels his balls constrict as you tighten around him, feet on tip-toes as you draw closer and closer to your orgasm. 

"Cum all over me, babe. Let me make you feel good, fuck yes. Just like that, honey."

All you can do is hold on as each thrust winds you up closer and closer until stars are bursting behind your eyelids. You cum with a cry of Alex's name, legs shaking as your pussy creams till there's a white ring around the base of his cock. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his dick and your words as you cry, "shit, Alex! Make me cum, oh god. I-I'm yours, fuuuck!"

He cums with a loud groan, hips slapping against your hips once, then twice as you feel him spurt his load against your pink inner walls. Your fluids mix together, spilling out of your hole and leaking down your thigh. The both of you fade in and out of existence, the power of your shared release leaving the two of you reeling as his cock softens inside you.

Your man stays inside of you until your breaths have calmed and come to a slow. He gently works his cock out of you, slowly pulling out as you hiss, "Shh, just stay here, babe. Let me get a towel."

"What time is it?"

A gentle hand comes between your legs to wipe up any excess mess. You jump as he swipes over your clit, an action that Alex giggles at.

"Definitely time to go."

The two of you stand side by side in the mirror, horrified. 

"My hair!"

"My dress! You totally screwed it all up!"

"Nuh-uh, that was all you, babe! Do you think everyone's gonna know?"

You would've said yes and promised that no one would know a single thing. But your eyes zero in on his lips' red, swollen state. The way his shirt is unbuttoned just enough to spot a red mark carding down his chest.

"Oh, babe… absolutely."

Alex whines, but you feel delighted.

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I would DIE to see you write more stuff for Ian. He's definitely one of my favorites.

A/n: I CAN GIVE YOU THAT! If you want more please let me know

Chaos and Cooing that is what your life now consisted off.

The night is quiet—eerily so, considering that in this house, quiet is as rare as a perfectly functioning dinosaur park. Ian Malcolm leans back against the couch, his infamous black shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up as he cradles a chubby, giggling baby in his arms.

“Ah, well, now this is unexpected,” he murmurs, bouncing the baby on his knee, who responds with a delighted shriek and a kick of pudgy legs. “The real chaos theory at work—not in the form of dinosaurs, no, but in the genetic masterpiece that is my son.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Clearly, he takes after me.”

Across the room, you, his very tired but still stunning wife, groan from where you’re curled up in the armchair. One hand grips a cup of lukewarm coffee, the other rubs circles into your temple. “Ian, for the last time, he’s giggling because you keep making ridiculous faces at him, not because he understands chaos theory.”

“Ah, ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” Ian counters, pressing a noisy kiss to the baby’s round cheek. The baby gurgles in response, drool dripping onto Ian’s wrist, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “You see, my dear, chaos theory states that small changes in initial conditions lead to vastly different outcomes—case in point, had we slept last night, we wouldn’t be in this state of delirium. But! Because our son, this delightful little agent of chaos, decided sleep was, ah, unnecessary, here we are.” He gestures vaguely to your exhausted form and his own slightly disheveled one.

Your eyes narrow as you sip your coffee. “Are you seriously trying to lecture me on chaos theory using our son’s sleep schedule as proof?”

“I lecture because I love,” Ian replies smoothly, shifting the baby in his arms as he gazes down at him with something absurdly soft in his dark eyes. “And because I haven’t slept in three nights, and my brain has officially left the metaphorical building.”

You sigh, watching as Ian continues his one-man performance, making exaggerated faces that send your son into another round of belly laughs. The sound is so sweet, so impossibly joyful, that despite your exhaustion, you feel your heart melt.

For all his dramatics, Ian is an incredible father—dotingly attentive, full of boundless energy (somehow), and completely enamored with the little miracle you both created. It’s a sight you never tire of: your eccentric, brilliant, sometimes infuriating husband wrapped around the tiny, chubby fingers of your son.

The baby coos, reaching up to grab a fistful of Ian’s dark curls, and Ian winces but lets him. “Ah, yes, son, excellent grip already proving Darwin’s theory of natural selection. If you can cling to my hair with such tenacity, surely you will thrive in this chaotic world.”

“Or he’s just a baby, Ian.”

“Ah, ah, but is he just a baby?” Ian lifts a dramatic finger. “Or is he the next great scientist, the next disruptor of the status quo, a bringer of groundbreaking, world-altering change?”

The baby sneezes.

Ian nods solemnly. “I rest my case.”

You chuckle despite yourself, shaking your head as you set your coffee down and push yourself up from the chair. Walking over, you press a kiss to your son’s soft, round cheek before meeting Ian’s gaze. “You know, for all your rambling, you’re really just a big sap.”

Ian gasps, feigning offense. “Me? A sap? I’ll have you know, darling, I am a man of science, a man of logic, of reason.” He pauses, looking down at the baby, who is now sleepily sucking on his fist. Ian’s voice softens as he gently rocks him. “But… if loving my son so much that it defies logic makes me a sap, well… I suppose I can live with that.”

Your heart clenches, and you lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Well, at least one of us is still functional,” you murmur, feeling your own exhaustion creep back in.

Ian chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Oh, my love, that implies I was ever functional to begin with.”

A scoff left your lips yet a smile remained and with that, the baby sighs, nestling against his father’s chest, and finally...finally...falls asleep.

Chaos has, at last, taken mercy on you.

For now.

As your eyes drifted closed, Ian's fingers running through your hair gently.

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His cheeks were rounded out by his large grin, his eye lights reminding you of little stars. His dark circles were still there, but a little lighter than you’ve seen them. He was so… animated. Adorably so. The fire cast shadows that danced across his face, giving you a view of the small crevices and grooves within the bone. Bone that hardly looked real.

You hadn’t noticed that your hand was reaching to touch his face. Sans cleared his throat. “uh, kid?”

You blinked, snapping out of your daze as quickly as it had begun. “Sorry!” you exclaimed, snatching your hand back. “Sorry, that was weird. Your face– skull, is so…” you trailed off, mortified.

“so…?” Sans prodded, his grin now twisted into a smirk.

“Unreal,” you admitted after a moment, voice small. “You really are a skeleton.”

Sans’ expression dropped. “is that bad?”

You shook your head. “No! Not bad.” Then you thought for a moment. “Just different.”

He still didn’t seem reassured. Looking off to the side, he asked “i don’t freak you out, right?” His shoulders tensed. “a lot of humans are scared of monsters.”

Your chest tightened. Yes, there were a lot of humans that were scared of their Monster neighbors, paranoid by the things they saw them capable of in the arena. But it wasn’t how you felt. You’ve seen what everyone is capable of here, both human and Monster. Wanting to dispel such a ridiculous notion, your hands cupped his face, this time on purpose.

His cheekbones filled your palms perfectly. “You don’t have a scary bone in your body.”

“funny.” Tentatively, he rested a skeletal hand over yours, holding it against his face now. “but you forget, i have no body to begin with.”

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Shes Electric

Summary: You and Sam get invited to a wedding and all that’s on his mind you.

Words : 0.8k

You take a sip of your wine and smile to yourself when you look over to the bar and see Sam with his arms draped around your two brothers. If there is one thing you love about Sam it’s how much he enjoys spending time with not only you, but the people you love too, so when you got invited to your cousins wedding, of course you couldn’t wait for the occasion.

“Oh, your a good egg” your mum chuckled as Sam walks over, placing a new bottle of bubbly down in-front of her. “I know y/m/n, isn’t y/n lucky ay” Sam replied jokingly, winking at you, laughing as he sat down in the empty chair beside you. You rolled your eyes at his cheeky tone and kissed him on the cheek, thankful for his return.

The lights go dim as the DJ on dance floor announces the newly weds first dance. Sam’s hand finds it’s way to the small of your back, making circles as you both watch your cousin and her husband slow dance and half of the room is in tears of how beautiful it was, including your mum of course. As the lights lifted your mum dried her eyes and looked over to both of you “God, imagine what I’ll be like when it’s your two’s turn.” You and Sam both chuckled.

After a couple more songs and safe to say a few more pints, you and Sam have a bit more Dutch courage in you. Your aunt pulls you from your chair when she hears “Murder on the Dancefloor” start blasting from the speakers, knowing that it would never fail to get you up dancing. Sam heads himself up to the bar, watching in awe, admiring you and how good you looked in your dress, the forest green fabric hugging your figure perfectly, however you could be wearing a bin bag and Sam would still be drooling over you.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Your cousin approached Sam, opening her arms for a hug. Sam returns the hug, deciding not to tell your cousin that what’s really on his mind is getting you back to that hotel room to show you really how beautiful he thinks you are. “It looks amazing in here” he replied. “You guys have done such a grand job” your cousin smiled, “thank you angel, all the late nights and stress was definitely worth it!” Before Sam could respond another guest grabbed your cousin into a hug, congratulating her on her big day.

Sam wandered over to the dancefloor with both of your drinks, handing you yours as he takes a sip from his. “Have I told you how good you look?” He questioned with a cheeky grin, arms snaking around your waist. “Yes Samuel, plenty of times” you chuckled, half blushing half rolling your eyes. Before he could reply, you hear “She’s Electric” by Oasis begin to play, loads more of your friends and family join you all on the dancefloor, arms round each other, drunkenly singing along. You look up and Sam and smile to yourself, seeing him join in and fit in with your family so well, part of you wished you could stay in that moment forever.

As the night draws to a close everyone starts bidding their farewells, heading home or back to their hotel for the night. Yourself and Sam say goodbye to everyone and make your way back to your room, his hand not leaving your waist the entire time. You must admit it took a lot for you to not stop every five seconds to crash your lips in to Sam’s, with him looking so good under the moonlight. His white shirt sitting so nicely, highlighting every movement his arms made so well, and the top three buttons being undone alongside his tie draped around his neck lazily, you couldn’t resist him.

But you didn’t have to wait long, the second your hotel room door slammed shut Sam cupped your face in his hands, crashing his lips into yours. You smiled against the kiss, your thumbs stroking his jaw, pulling him in for more. You’d secretly been waiting for this moment all night too. Sam pulled away from the kiss, looking you up and down. “Go get ready for bed babe” he smiled, as much as he wanted to take the kiss further he also knew you’d kill him in the morning if he’d let you go to bed with your makeup on. “But Sam-��� you protested, but before you could finish he spun you around, squeezing you tightly from behind, his lips hovering down the drape of your neck. “Go get ready for bed and I’ll meet you there” he whispered to your ear, sending sweet chills down your body. “Promise?” You replied innocently. “I promise.” He said whilst kissing gently down your neck. He loosens his grip around you and you wander off the bathroom, your mind trailing off to wear the night will take you.

Notes: Hey everyone, this is my first piece of writing so apologies if it’s a little shabby, any advice or tips would be greatly appreciated <3

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Frosty

Summary: Jeonghan ‘sneaks’ away from group activities to spend the day with you.

Oneshot 

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,293

Jeonghan X Reader

Requested: I feel like I *should* be requesting for Pentagon bc who else is gonna request for our beloved nugus but like —--- building a snowman with hannie 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Prompt: 2. Building a snowman together 

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You look out your back window, watching the snow come down making the blankets of snow higher. You sip from your coffee and feel at peace. You look over at your calendar to see if you have anything planned. When you hear a knock at your door, finding nothing marked for today, you make your way over to it. You peek through the glass to see your boyfriend, Jeonghan, shivering and waiting on the other side. You quickly open the door, ushering him in, “I didn’t expect to see you today!” He shrugs but gives you a small smile as he says, “I was in the neighborhood.” You squint, “But you live a city away?” He nods, “The boys and I are filming a Christmas video at the abandoned building on the corner of Millerd.” You smile, “So, you snuck away to see me?” He smiles yet shakes his head, “It’s not sneaking away if everyone knows where you’re going.” You laugh, “They caught you?” He pouts, “Yeah…” You shake your head at him and ask, “You want some hot coffee?” He nods, “I’d like that.” You put some water on, “Instant, good?” He nods, “Do you still have my creamer?” You smile, “I always buy it.” 

While you wait for it to boil, you sit at your dining room table. And Jeonghan, out of his winter gear, sits across from you. You sigh, “I wish we weren’t so busy this time of year.” He hums, “Me too. But at least we're together right now.” You agree and hear the water boil. You get up, put three scoops of instant coffee into his cup, and pour the water over it. You stir it before putting the cream in and hand him his cup before sitting back down. He hums as he sips it, “You always make it just how I like it.” You shrug, “It's only two scoops.” He shakes his head, “It means more than that.” You give him a small smile as his hand finds yours. You relax back into your chair, holding Jeonghan's hand while you look out the window. Feeling at peace as you sip away your coffee. He clears his throat, “Why don’t we make the most of the time we have today?” You look over at him, “Like how?” He cheekily smiles, “I have a few ideas, but why don’t we build a snowman together?” You smile as you shake your head before drinking another sip of coffee. Putting down your mug and squeezing his hand, “I’d like that.” 

When the two of you finish your warm coffee, you get bundled up in your winter gear. You look over at Jeonghan, and he comes over and tucks your scarf into your coat. You blush but reach up and tie the strings of his hat underneath his chin. He gives you a small smile, and after you pull on your gloves, you both walk outside into the freezing cold weather. You look at each other as you both shiver, which causes you two to burst out laughing. 

You quickly make your way to the middle of your front yard. You look at him and go, “It’s cold. We better do this quickly.” He agrees, and you move snow together to pile up at the bottom. As you push in another bundle of snow, he asks, “How big should we make him?” You circle to the front, seeing that you both made a rather large base and go, “He’s looking pretty good right now. What do you say?” He nods, “Like we should roll up the middle and head.” You agree, and while he works on the middle ball, you work on making the perfect round head. Satisfied with the size, you get up to see him finishing up the middle, “Want to help me lift it?” You nod and come over, and together, you roll it closer before placing it on the base. You both back up and tell him, “Woah, it’s going to be tall.” He agrees, and you both move over to the head. You both pick it up, place it on top, and position it to sit perfectly before looking over it. You high-five as you move around to sculpt it and make it look pretty. 

Once that’s finished, you pull out a bag you both prepared filled with items to give the snowman ‘life.’ You hand him half and work on the eyes. You stick the carrot nose in and look down to see the brilliant coal smile he gave him. He goes, “He’ll need arms.” You nod and look around your yard for any leftover branches from fall. You find a branch with three prongs at the end, the perfect hand. You stick yours on the right side, and he sticks his two-pronged branch into the left. “We did it!” You both high-five before pulling back to look at it, “It’s missing something…” It takes you both a minute before you realize, “Oh! He needs a hat!” You pull off your hat, and he gasps, “He needs a scarf!” He wraps his scarf around the snowman's sculpted neck, and it finally looks complete. 

You smile as you both back away, and he pulls you into his side. You lean your head against his shoulder. Taking in his warmth, you snuggle closer in. He kisses the top of your head as you admire the snowman you made together. He asks, “So, what should we name him?” You say the first thing that comes to mind, “Oatmeal.” He blinks at you before asking, “Oatmeal?” The two of you giggle, and he says, “Frosty?” You smile, “Frosty is a nice name.” You take a few photos of Frosty and a few of you both besides Frosty. You look over the pictures he took as he looks over yours. When you hand each other back your phones, you tell him, “We did a nice job!” He agrees, “We did!” 

He looks at you and then at the front door, “Let’s get back in! It’s cold!” You smirk, “Race ya!” You both rush inside, yelling the whole way to the door, having taken the cold for too long and wanting to win. He wins by a millisecond and opens the door for you both. With the door finally closed, you both giggle as you take your winter gear back off. He asks, “Tea this time?” And you agree as you both head to the bathroom. He turns the faucet on to cold water. And you both put your stinging fingers under the water, slowly bringing them back to room temperature.

When your hands are finally warm and dry, you ask, “How much longer can you stay?” He looks at his phone, scrunches his nose, and says, “Let me make a call?” You nod and lean against the bathroom door frame as he sits on the counter. He laughs as soon as the other person answers. When he says, “Yeah, hyung, can I?” You realize he’s talking to Seungcheol. He hums to whatever he said before saying, “Yeah, yeah. I know. But I’ll film my parts tomorrow.” He grumbles on the other end, and you laugh to yourself. And Jeonghan winks at you as he says, “Yeah, my cutie wants me to stay longer.” You blush yet continue to listen and hear Seungcheol go, “Okay-” Before he can say another word, Jeonghan goes, “Great, thanks, now, if you don’t mind, the two of us have lots to catch up on. See you tomorrow!” With that, he hangs up and hops off the counter before wrapping his arms around you. “I have the rest of my day with you.” You smile into his chest as you tell him, “I’m glad.”

[paperclip-skz]

Words Are Overrated

fem*Reader x Jisung

*WARNING*

contains: oral (f receiving), teasing, orgasm denial, nicknames, first time, hickeys, and praising, let me know if I missed anything.

WC: 3.8

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It all started at a party. 

You and some friends were celebrating a birthday, you weren’t sure whose birthday it was, you knew it was your friend’s friend of a friend…you got roped into this party because your friend was complaining that you didn’t get out enough. 

You groaned at her annoying bickering. So, here you are, standing in the kitchen of a stranger's home holding a red solo cup full of soda close to your chest. Your friend stood by you for a good portion at the beginning, but you lost her when yet another stranger (supposedly her friend) dragged her along to the living room, made to impersonate a dance floor. 

You watched her from afar, she had a glowing smile as she danced with her friend. You liked dancing, but you didn’t like crowds. And from the growing party it was enough to avoid the supposed ‘dance floor’, you are perfectly content watching everyone else move their bodies along to the music. 

You can tell your friend is overly drunk by the way she rocks her hip frantically to the beat, you bring the solo cup up to your lips to hide a slight giggle. 

“So you're hiding too” The contents of your drink practically spill out of your lips when you jump. 

You turn around ready to defend yourself, but you're stunned by the eyes you meet. Big, brown, boba eyes, and a small smile adoring his round cheeks. He has a slim, small button nose that scrunches when his smile reaches his eyes and his hair falls perfectly in front of his face, not enough to cover his curious eyes but enough to cast a shadow over his forehead. 

The words get caught in your throat as you bore into his stare. “You okay sweetheart?”

You stammer trying to relocate your voice. The slight laugh that escapes you sends the mystery man chuckling as well. 

“Jisung” he holds out his hand. Get it together Y/N. 

“Y/N” You take his hand, and you give him a small smile. 

Jisung points his head in the direction of the dance floor. “Your friend?”

Your attention is back on your friend, aimlessly grinding away on some helpless soul who’s probably too stunned and too drunk to know what to do with his hands.   

The sight makes you laugh again, “Yup, that's my friend. Been with her since freshman year.” you pause to look back at Jisung “Wouldn’t change her for the world” You take another sip of your drink. “You here for the birthday…person?” 

The smirk he paints is nothing but smug, “Yeah something like that.”

Suddenly you and Jisung jump at a person shouting in a far corner “TRUTH OR DARE” he slurs his words and stumbles a bit before making his way back into a room. 

Your friend springs behind you out of nowhere, jumping up and down. How is she stable enough to do that? “We are soooooooo playing truth or dare” she mumbles. 

“Oh no, no, no, that's not happening” but by the time you finish your sentence she’s already dragging you by the hand and replying with many sloppy versions of “yes”. 

You sit down in a small bedroom in an even smaller circle, there are maybe five of you in the room. All spread out to make somewhat of a circle. Your friend is the first to speak, “So, who’s gonna start?”

It starts with what you would expect, someone is dared to take a shot and another is forced to confess they have a crush on someone you don’t know. It’s pointless and you can’t help but think you're transported back to high school. 

You start to roll your eyes until you hear a familiar voice behind you, “My turn?”

“Ahh, the birthday boy himself” someone in the room shouts. Jisung steps into the center of the circle, making a show of looking around, thinking of who he might ask. So that’s what he meant earlier.

His big wondrous eyes land on you and that smug smile returns. He kneels down to be face to face with you, “Truth or dare”.

His voice is low and husky, it sends a foreign chill down your spine. It takes you a moment to find your voice, but you answer, no less than a whisper “truth”.

“Where is the craziest place you’ve gotten a hickey” his eyes stare into your soul.

His eyes distract you from his question, it makes you stutter. “I-”

But your friend is already answering for you “HA, Y/N hasn’t gotten anything since sophomore year of college, and even then, she's more vanilla than ice cream”. 

Embarrassment snakes under your skin. You want to crawl under a bridge and die. Everyone is staring at you and you can’t tell if their snickers and laughs are because of the alcohol or because of you.

You’ve never been embarrassed because of your inexperience, it's the stares that want to make you slither into a hole. It makes your knees come up to your chest, a useless attempt to hide yourself. 

You're too distracted to notice the way Jisung stares at you. His eyebrows are raised in surprise and his big eyes won’t leave your shrinking frame. The room is fairly silent, aside from a snicker here and there, until Jisung finally speaks. “Have you ever given a hickey?”

You’re shocked by his bluntness, it's like he’s completely ignored the people in the room. Your face scrunches up in confusion feigning innocence. “I-..isn’t that a little straightforward” 

“Would you like me to use code words?” his lips tug into a smirk, “Have you ever given or received a small red mark from biting, licking, kissing, and or sucking the skin?” 

Crimson has certainly taken over your features. You try to clear your throat, “No, I haven't given nor received a hickey” you finally answer, your voice betraying you on the final word.

His eyes linger on your lips for a second, until they dart back to meet yours, “would you like me to show you?”  

The breath you’ve been holding all night suddenly becomes evident when it catches in your throat. 

“Yes, yes she would like you to show her” Your friend, who’s been listening the entire time just like everyone in the room, eagerly answers for you. 

You chuckle shyly. Jisung keeps his stare on you, ignoring your friend completely. “Well, what will it be sweetheart?”

The use of his nickname for you sends a shiver straight down to your thumping core. 

“I-”

*****

Days have passed since the party. Getting out of that room was so awkward, but you managed to get out without any memorable scratches to your pride. Not until, Jisung sprinted to you so you both could exchange contact information. 

You gave him your number but didn’t think he’d do much with it. You figured he was just as drunk or high as the rest of the party and was saying all that stuff just to get you riled up. 

But, the next morning after the party, Jisung texted you asking how you were. After that morning, conversations with Jisung became easy and friendly. Sometimes, he ventured into flirty territory, but never like he was at the party. 

Eventually, you liked talking to Jisung more than anyone, and at times, you were excited to get home and vent to Jisung about your day. Until he asked the question you had been dreading he asked. 

“Do you wanna hang out sometime?” 

You shoot up from your bed. You had been lying down on your back talking to Jisung on the phone, a new normal you quickly loved. 

“Um,” your mind goes blank. What should I say? Does he mean just hang out or is he referring back to what he said at the party?

“Just hang out we don’t have to do anything, I just want to see you” Your heart swells with warmth, but disappointment also clouds you. 

“Yea! Sure that sounds great. How about tomorrow? I’m free then.” 

“Sounds great, meet at your place around 2?” His voice sounds hopeful. Maybe he just wants to hang out. 

“Sounds perfect, I’ll text you my address” You hang up the phone after you both exchange your goodnights. You can’t decide what you are feeling, excitement that Jisung is coming over, disappointment that all he wants to do is ‘hang out’, or hopeful that maybe this could lead to something more. 

Whatever it may be, it has your pussy screaming for attention. The dampness gathering in your panties is starting to make its way down the curve of your ass. You groan into your pillow, knowing full well you won’t be able to sleep while your core is begging to be touched. 

You lie back down on your bed, squeezing your thighs together. It's not enough, the friction your thighs give isn’t enough to ease that need within you. 

You close your eyes, trying to think of something to help, but all you see are big, brown, boba eyes. You smell strawberries and his hot breath breathing down your neck. 

Your hand has already found its place inside your sleep shorts….

****

The next day, you’re tidying up your apartment for Jisung. You set up some snacks by your couch knowing he’s gonna wanna watch a movie of some kind and clean up the kitchen counter. You both were talking about what to watch when he got here, but you can’t help but think that doesn’t matter. You're not going to be able to pay attention anyway. 

You stand a few feet back to look at the room you’ve just cleared, taking in a sigh to admire your handy work. 

Knock, knock, knock. Your heartbeat slams against your ribs as you make your way to open the door. 

Jisung stands there with a small smile, and flowers in his hand. You clutch your chest praying your heart won’t explode. 

Roses, he got you roses. “Wha-” 

“My mom raised a gentleman and I would be doing her an injustice if I didn’t bring a lovely girl some lovely flowers” 

The corner of your eyes threatens tears, but once you take hold of the flowers Jisung is guided into your apartment. He sets his shoes down in front of the door while you place the roses in a vase with water. 

“There beautiful Jisung, thank you” You turn to look at his stretched smile, a smile that reaches his eyes. 

“Anytime sweetheart” he’s been using that nickname anytime he gets since the party. You stand there and linger for a second until he's distracted by the display in front of the TV. “You did all of this?”

He walks over to the couch slowly, mesmerized by the food. “Yeah, it's nothing really” You shrug it off like it is a normal Saturday and you are not secretly begging for his affection.

He whispers something you can’t hear just before he settles into the couch. “Well, what should we watch first?” 

****

You and Jisung are huddled in your own placement on the couch, separate from each other's bodies. You both decided on some action movie, but you haven't been paying attention to it for the last 30 minutes. 

Is this really all he wanted to do? Does he really just see me as a friend after that party? Doubts cloud your mind until you hear a sigh leave Jisung. His eyes are glued to the TV, but everything about him is tense. 

You turn to look back at the movie and notice that the main protagonist and the love interest are intertwined with each other. Oh. 

The two characters are kissing heavily, their hands roaming each other's bodies in desperation. The main protagonist leans to kiss her jaw, while the woman throws her head back in pleasure. The camera changes angles to capture the beating red spot the man has left. 

It makes you wonder, what if Jisung left that on you? Would he be gentle, coursing every sound that could leave your lips? Or would he be rough, creating a small bruise on your neck indicating that you're his?

It makes your core pulse and your panties begin to fill with your arousal. The attempt to squeeze your thighs together subtly goes unnoticed, but you wish it didn’t. You wish Jisung could see how needy you are at this moment and just pounce. 

Automatically, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and shut your eyes tight. You beg your frustration to disappear. “Sweetheart, you okay?”

You whip your head around, eyes open and in shock. Was he watching me this whole time? You hum and nod your head, giving him a small smile too. You try and play it off nonchalantly, but he doesn’t seem to buy it. He studies your face like it's an art piece at a museum. 

“I don’t think so, so I’m gonna ask again” he turns his body so he is completely facing you, and scoots closer to you, “Sweetheart, are you okay?” His eyes are serious. 

His hands are on his lap and your body is screaming for them to be on you anywhere… everywhere. You decide to face him, turning your body to him, but pulling your knees up into your chest. The tight friction of clothes against skin rubs at your folds just slightly. You're holding your legs tightly, praying he doesn't see its effects. 

You hum once again, and he narrows his eyes. “I am, I’m just…” you can’t come up with the words. How DO you say, I’m needy for you but I don’t think you want to touch me in any way, but I can’t stop thinking about your hands on my body? “Confused” is what you decide on instead.

“Confused?” he questions, tilting his head like a curious animal. 

“Yeah,” you turn your head back to the TV “What did he leave on her neck?” innocence—the perfect act. 

Jisung chuckles, “Are you serious?” You meet his sarcastic response with wide eyes. “Oh shit, you are. Umm… it was a hickey” he explains. 

“Oh” you sigh, leaving your mouth in an ‘o’ shape. 

“You’ve never seen a hickey?” Jisung is staring at you, with something different in his eyes. You can’t tell if it's hunger or disgust. 

You shake your head, “I’ve never seen one, given one, or received one…remember” You add a slight smile at the end, trying to trigger his memory. He wouldn’t have forgotten, would he?

“Right, but… I guess I assumed… I don’t know” he fumbles with his words. 

You linger on his eyes for a movement, trying to determine what he is looking at you with. Is it lust? Affection? Appaul? 

“You keep staring at me like that, and you're not gonna like what happens next” 

Those words send a cold chill through you, “Why? What happens” 

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna kiss you, and I don’t think I have the willpower to stop” 

There it is, confirmation that he does want you just as bad as you want him. You keep staring at him, thinking it's enough for him to take the hint, but he doesn’t budge. 

“Y/N, if you want to do this, you have to use your words. I need to hear that you’re okay with this” 

Without a response, you climb over to him on your hands and knees and swing your legs over his waist. “Words are overrated” and you crash your lips onto his. 

Jisung doesn’t kiss gently or tenderly, he starts with passion; with desperation. He doesn’t wait for the hunger he feels in the pit of his stomach to stop, he lets it take control. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and the second you gasp he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside your mouth. He dances along your tongue making you moan. 

One of his hands grasps the nape of your neck holding you in place while the other bears a steel-like grip on your waist. Your hands find a perfect place around Jisungs neck pulling him impossibly closer to your body. 

Reluctantly Jisung pulls back, admiring the way your lips are plump and swollen from his assault on them. “Do you want me to show you what a hickey feels like?” You nod your head frantically. 

Jisung leans into the crook of your neck, kissing a sensitive spot that makes your hips stutter. He groans at the friction and latches onto your neck. You can feel the evidence of his boner pressing into your clothed core, and it makes your skin vibrate with want. 

You feel him suck and lick at a spot repeatedly, while he holds you in place with his hands. The sensation makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, your toes curl, and your moans grow louder. 

All too fast, Jisung pulls away admiring the small red bruise he’s left on your skin. You steady your hands on his shoulders and gasp for breath. His eyes plead with yours, “can I- can I try?”

“Only if you want to Sweetheart” that damn nickname. Not as fast as Jisung, you lean in close to his neck, kissing a spot just below his ear. You delicately latch onto that spot and a small whimper escapes him, as you suck and lick at that spot, you try and remember exactly what you felt him do to you. 

You pull back when you think your ministration was enough. You see a small red mark on his neck, and something in you begins to boil, you want to leave more marks like that on him, you want him to be covered in the marks that you’ve left. “Looks good doesn’t it Sweetheart?” 

You bite your lip as you rake your hands over his chest, bundling the fabric of his shirt into your hands. He takes it as a sign to remove it, he throws the contents onto the floor and your hands claw at his skin. 

Jisungs hands press against your lower back bringing your body close to his chest. One of his hands grabs hold of your ass, lifting you slightly for him to pin you to the couch. He’s towering over you, one hand next to your waist and the other by your head. His breath is heavy against your heated skin. 

Immediately his lips find a place back in your neck lapping at the skin, while the hand that rests by your side comes up to fiddle with the bottom band of your shirt. “Ji” you moan between kisses. 

He pulls back, worry evident in his eyes. But the second he pulls away, it's enough room for you to lift yourself to remove your shirt from your body, freeing your captured breasts. You internally pat yourself on the back for wearing one of your lacy bras. 

Jisung curses under his breath as he takes in the sight of you. “Ji” you breath locking eyes with him “kiss me”. 

He leans in with a small smile, kissing you tenderly. His movements are slowled as his tongue delicately swipes over yours, until he trails kisses along the corners of your lips, down your neck, and then to the valley of your breasts. He applies the same amount of pressure when he kisses your neck, sucking and biting the skin of your breasts. The feeling sends your back arching and your breasts pressing against him. 

As Jisung focuses his mouth on one breast, his hands knead the other, his fingers pinching the hardened nipple. 

“Ji please” you cry. The coil in your stomach is building, but you need more. 

“Aww, Sweetheart, you need to be touched?” Jisung lifts his head. His eyes bore into yours, distracting you from his hand snaking down to your clothed cunt. His fingers rub lazy circles over your sweats, making you sigh at the relief. 

He sits up just for a moment to slide your sweats and panties down your legs and then he's back, hovering over you and a hand pressed to your bare pussy. 

His fingers rub more lazy circles over your folds, making you squirm under his touch silently asking for more. “What are you trying to do Sweetheart?” you turn your head away from him, hiding your embarrassment. “Don’t get all shy on me now” his finger grazed over your clit which made you whimper, your hand slams over your lips to stop the sound from escaping, but it's too late, he already heard you. 

“Jesus, you sound beautiful” he finds the spot again, paying special attention to the sensitive bud, “I bet I can make more of those sounds, I bet I can make you scream”. His circles become frantic as he chases your high. 

Your hands find themselves grabbing anything they can, pillows, cushions, blankets, anything you can grab to try to keep yourself stable. “M close” you moan. 

That coil starts to twist inside you, and your legs begin to shake. But right before Jisung can let that wave crash over you, he removes his fingers from your clit. The cry that leaves you sounds desperate, but that's exactly what you are, desperate. Desperate for Jisung to make you cum. You whip your head up and lean yourself against your elbows. 

Quickly, Jisungs fingers have been replaced by his tongue. Lapping away at your sex, he doesn't pay attention to one specific spot. His talented muscle dances around you, dipping inside your walls, twirling around your clit, and licking at your folds. 

That familiar feeling is quickly back and building faster than you can warn him. Suddenly you're crying out his name and you're a shaking mess. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave as you coat his face in your arousal. 

Jisung licks the arousal dripping out of you and then lifts his head up. “You taste just as beautiful as you sound” he licks his lips, gathering the rest of your arousal. 

Jisung slowly crawls back to you and kisses your lips, his tongue instantly entering your mouth. You taste your arousal on him, salty and sweet. 

Your hand snakes down to his hardened cock, stroking it over his sweats. He whimpers from your touch and pulls away from you to look down at where your hands meet. A new wave of confidence hits you. You're making him feel good, he’s lost control because of you, you're doing this to him. 

“Aww, Baby needs to be touched?” you mimic his words and he meets your eyes with a dark stare, but it only makes your grip on his length tighten. “Come on Baby, use your words. Tell me what you want” your challenging tone sends a chuckle to vibrate through Jisungs chest. 

You can see his lusted fogged brain turn until something clicks. He leans in close, ghosting his lips over yours, “Words are overrated” 

[lulublack90]

Prompt 28 - Skinny Dip

@jegulus-microfic March 28 Word count 1058

Previous part First part

Regulus woke with his legs tangled with James’s. He’d left a note for his parents telling them they’d had a lead in the assignment Voldemort had given them. In fact, he was certain that Remus was extremely close to their quarry. 

James stirred. He pulled Regulus closer to his body and buried his face in his chest. 

“Mmmmm, I could get used to this.” He peppered kisses all over Regulus’s chest. Regulus didn’t put up any fight, enjoying the moment far too much. 

“Come on. We’d better get up. We have a lot to do today.” He pulled away from James and stretched his whole body, which just brought James right back to him. “James, get off. We have to go.” He giggled as James snuffled into his hair. 

“No, don’t want to. I’m just gonna keep you here in this bed with me.” 

A loud banging at the door soon stopped them.

“Come on, love birds. We’ve got priceless heirlooms to destroy.” Evan called as he banged on Sirius and Remus’s door and his sisters. 

It took a while for all of the Thestrals to gather that morning. But eventually, they were apparating into the caves outside of Hogsmeade. 

They followed the Gryffindors into the forest as they knew where they were going. It had made more sense to go together this way than to walk up to Hagrid’s cabin, seeing as how they’d all ended up at Evan’s last night. 

Regulus held the small chest tightly in his arms. He wasn’t about to lose them now, not after everything they’d been through to get them.

It took less than an hour to get to the part of the forest the Marauders wanted to use. They stopped in an almost perfectly round clearing. You could feel the magic thrumming through the area. It was ancient and swirled around them. Regulus placed the chest in the centre of the grassy circle and unlocked it. The ancient magic reacted to the dark magic within. It became hostile. The forest around them darkened, blocking out what little light there was.

Remus stepped forward, pressing his hands against one of the trees that lined the clearing. Regulus stared in awe as the magic slowly backed off and formed a protective barrier between them and the rest of the forest. 

Remus smiled as he took his hands away from the tree. 

“Thank you.” He whispered. 

“What was that?” Lily asked the question the others must have been thinking. Well, Regulus, Barty and Evan. Everyone else didn’t seem so shocked. 

“Werewolf,” Remus shrugged. “I’m more in tune with the natural magics than most. The forest knows what we have, and it isn’t happy. I told it we have come to destroy them, so the forest is going to keep us contained in here until the Horcruxes are all gone. So please don’t try and pass the border, or you’ll be sorry.” He looked pointedly at Barty when he said the last part. 

Regulus tuned out whatever Barty had replied. He took the Gaunt ring out of the box and laid it on the grass. 

“Are you ready then?” He asked. They immediately formed a circle around him and watched as Regulus poured Basilisk venom from one of the vials onto it. 

A thick black liquid oozed out of it, and a blood-curdling scream. They all ducked for cover, pressing their hands to their ears. But nothing happened. When they looked back, all that was left of the ring was a twisted mass of blackened metal and the stone. Regulus cast a few spells over it. 

“The Horcrux is gone, but I don’t understand why the venom didn’t destroy the stone.” He handed it to James to take care of while he set up the next Horcrux. They could deal with that later. 

Next up was the diary. It reacted much the same as the ring had. There was, however, a lot more of the inky liquid seeping out, as though the notebook had been filled with writing that they just hadn’t been able to see. 

Regulus was glad they’d managed to gather as much Basilisk venom as they had, as it looked like they’d be using most, if not all, of it. 

Hufflepuffs cup twisted and melted into an unrecognisable blob, the fragment of soul shattering and dissolving into nothing. 

He held the diadem in his hands. It was truly beautiful he didn’t want to destroy it. But for the sake of the wizarding world, he had to. 

More Basilisk venom dropped onto the delicate tiara, and it spilt and cracked into three pieces before it melted as the wailing scream pierced their ears again.

Regulus reached into the chest and took out the last Horcrux. The Locket. He placed it on the ground and looked at his friends, who stood around him in a loose circle, pointing their wands at the Horcrux. 

“Last one. Are we ready?” They nodded, and he raised the final vial of venom. But before he could let a single drop fall, the locket opened, and his mother appeared before him. He stumbled backwards, somehow managing not to spill the venom. 

Walburga sneered at him. Her mouth opened, and Regulus knew whatever she was about to say would devastate him. 

Sirius blocked his view, grabbing the vial and pouring the entire thing into the open locket.

“Piss off you evil bitch!” He snarled. Walburga screamed in a vortex of black smoke before vanishing into nothing. The locket was gone. Obliterated by the amount of venom poured on it. 

They’d done it. All the Horcruxes were gone. Shakily, he got to his feet and was barrelled over by his friends as they all whooped and cheered in triumph. 

The forest’s magic let them pass, now happier. It pressed close, almost like a hug, before releasing them. 

They came upon a stream that fed a large pool of water as they walked back to the edge of the forest.

“Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m going to skinny dip in that pool!” Barty cried as he vanished his clothes and dove into the clear water. “Come on, it’s refreshing, especially after that madness.” He jabbed his thumb back towards the clearing. The others looked at each other and, after a collective shrug, joined Barty in the pool.   

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[gh0stjae]

Late Nights - L.DH

Ship- boyfriend!haechan , girlfriendfem!reader

Type- smut (18+)

Word count- 762

Summary- you try to think of ways to get your gamer boyfriend Haechan off his game during the late nights.

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Curled up in your boyfriends bed, fingers picking and playing with his dark, form fitting, bedsheets. Haechan sat at his desk playing a game with his friends Johnny, Jaehyun, and Mark. You sigh and look at the time, 1:23 am. Maybe it’s time to get him off the game…if you could. The sounds of Haechan and his 3 other friends' voices filled the room. You got up and walked over, resting your gentle hands on his broad shoulders “baby, it’s late” you said, your lips forming to a pout as you heard Haechan speak “baby, it’s only 1 am”. “Exactly, come lay with me”. Haechan pouted “just a little longer, please?”

He asked you, his eyes round and cute. You couldn’t say no to that look so you found yourself laying in bed again. Ideas flooded your mind on ways to get him off his game and of course most of them ended in his cock in your mouth which you weren’t opposed to. You crawled under Haechan’s desk now face level with his cock that was sitting soft in his gray shorts. He was so focused he never even paid any mind to you crawling in between his spread legs. You leaned in and gently cupped his soft bulge which quietly turned hard after he flinched in surprise by the touch. You could hear Haechan’s soft voice start to get breathy as you gently stroked his hardened cock. Leaning in and licking a soft stripe up the base before slowly taking his large cock into your small mouth. “Hey I will be right back guys”

You smiled as you heard Haechan say, muting his mic and taking his headphones off so all of his attention was on you. “Fuck y/n, you are I-insane” He mumbled with a smile as he looked down at your pretty little face taking his large cock into your mouth. “I c-can’t take it, get up here” Haechan groaned as he pulled you up and onto his lap. You let out a soft moan as you felt his fingers slowly rubbing circles on your clit through your shorts. That was the thing about Haechan, he almost always focused all the attention on you, making sure you were the one getting pleasured, not him. He loved when you sucked on him but he loved it more when he could see you squirm and moan just with his fingers. Which was exactly what he was getting out of you now. Your hips gently rocked as two of his fingers thrusted in and out of your soaked core, basically fucking yourself on hie fingers.

He admired you, eyes slowly going from your pretty flushed face down to one of the prettiest pussys he had ever seen in his life. “Your pussy is so pretty baby” Haechan admitted as he guided the tip of his cock up and down your wet folds before he guided you by your hips to sink down right on him. You let out a drawn out moan as you shallowly bounced on Haechan’s large cock that stretches you out so painfully good. Haechan’s moans and groans filled your hot ears as your pussy clenched around him ever so perfectly. He eventually held your hips up and thrusted up harshly into you. You moaned out in surprise, gripping onto his forearms to keep yourself steady on his lap. “Fuck h-Haechan” you babbled his name out. The one thing about Haechan was he could turn you into a little cock drunk slut in only minutes.

Haechan knew the power he had over you and he used it wisely. The harsh thrusted made soft slapping sounds that mixed in with all the moans and groans that came out of both of you. Being drunk on each other's bodies was easy. Tears ran down your flushed face as Haechan pounded your orgasm right out of you. Your wet pussy gushed all over his hard cock as your orgasm made your whole body shake. You hadn’t had a full body orgasm in forever. Haechan groaned deeply and thrusted one last time before filling you up completely with his hot cum. He panted and pulled your tired body to him and just held you close to him. You panted, ever so often you let out a whimper as his cock was still inside of you keeping your pussy warm and full. “I love you so much y/n” Haechan pressed a soft kiss on your sweaty temple. You smiled tiredly and kissed his neck softly. “I love you to Haechannie”

[cinemaocd]

My crepes/ Pancake Day Pancake recipe:

9 ounces of AP flour in a sifter (can use other flours like buckwheat, keto or gluten free but if you do gluten free you will need to add something that works like gluten)

3 eggs

12 ounces of milk

pinch of salt

Technique, place milk in a large bowl, sift in a few tablespoons of flour and stir with a wire whisk until it's absorbed. Keep going until all the flour is sifted in. This will take several minutes, but it is the key to the recipe, if you just dump the flour in you will need to wait an hour or so for the flour to properly absorb the milk. Add in eggs one at a time, whisking until they are thoroughly incorporated. Add the salt and whisk a final time.

That's it. Makes a dozen or so crepes.

Heat up a small (9 inches or so) fry pan/crepes pan, omelet pan, cast iron or non-stick fry pan on medium heat for at least 10 minutes before you pour your first crepe. Add a 1/2 tsp of butter, swirl it around and then add 1/2 cup of crepe batter to the pan, swirl it around until the whole surface is covered. Yes you will need to lift the pan off the heat to get it even. You can fill in with a little more batter if you get bubbles that pop and make holes or if your circle isn't perfectly round. Crepe is ready to flip when the edges start to brown. Loosen the crepe with a spatula and flip or just flip it with the spatula like I do...

Repeat until your batter is gone. They will keep for a couple of days, wrapped up in the fridge, and the batter will keep overnight.