#wc: 466

[bexstevie]

REFLECTION - EPISODE 5

this time around, stevie enters the room with a pout. he’s glancing over the production staff with a hefty sigh. “is it really the last time we’re doing this?” he asks, getting settled in the familiar spot. it’ll be the last time seated here (hopefully, he prays). it’s hard not to feel nostalgic and sentimental as he sits there. “wow…”

time flies, right? 

“yeah,” stevie laughs. “no kidding.” 

how’s it feel? 

“kinda surreal. not gonna lie…” it’s crazy he’s made it this far. it’s crazy how fast it seems it felt, even if its been weeks and weeks of nonstop practice. “i’m sad about it. i wasn’t exaggerating earlier.” the pout had been real. he’s gonna miss this. he likes the little check in. “but it’ll be cool to see how it all ends.”

with an original song! how was the process? do you like your song choice?

“starry dream!” he shares, straightening up a bit. “in these intensifying waves, thoughts that will stop me, no way~” he sings a little bit, offering a cheeky grin to the camera with an added wave gesture with his arm from the choreo. “it’s…youthful! refreshing. good for the time of year, too.” stevie comments. it’s something he’d hear played for spring turning into summer. a nice mix of both. “i like it! i think everyone else does too.” he hasn’t heard major complaints or critiques on it. it’s not the best song they could have been given, but he thinks they made it impressionable enough. fitting for the concept they were given. the feelings the song wants them to convey. “it opened up a lot of thinking, considering. it’s all about dreams and working towards something. it’s relatable to all of us here."

looking back through this season now that it's at it's closing point, is there something you'd like to say to the stevie of last season? now that you've made it all the way to the finale this time around.

“whatever you’re thinking don’t do it.” he says almost instantly, a laugh bubbling out of him that’s he’s quick to cover with his mouth. “like seriously though. think more. but also…don’t stress it! you’re gonna make it this far at least!” stevie gives a thumbs up towards the camera. 

and now, any final words? it’s our last time, after all. 

“don’t remind me.” stevie sniffs, wiping a tear from his eye, but it looks silly while there’s still a grin pulling at his mouth. “but…i had fun! i learned a lot. i made a lot of friends. my team’s have been great, too.” he’s been blessed, really. each episode he’s loved his team– despite the ups and downs on some–, he’s really enjoyed it. this time around too. “whatever happens, i’m glad i tried it out again.”

[kireilien]

that’s right.

pair. idol!heeseung x fem!reader; wc. 466

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, intentional lowercase, not proofread; pwp, dom!heeseung, sub!reader, race neutral reader, oral (m receiving), praise, slight exhibitionism, clothed(?) sex, hair pulling, coming down readers throat + swallowing, use of “good girl”

note. a little ramble inspired by this tiktok (/safe) hes so sexy like i’m leaking a bit also the song that was used is so sexy (this is like two years old lol and i’m pretty sure white tee was the song that was used?)

sinking your mouth down his length, his tip rests snug against the roof of your mouth. allowing the tears prick at the sides of your eyes, they slowly drip down to his black jeans. you weren’t supposed to do this, but heeseung just loved your mouth too much. a little too much.

“c’mon y/n, you know it. show how much you love me,” heeseung grunts out through thin lips as he slouches a bit in his chair for you to have more of him.

the echoes of his cock closing around your throat bounced off the walls with no care. it almost sounded too loud for your enjoyment. your dominant hand rests down at the base, resting ever-so-slightly on his balls. your thumb swifts a bit on them, causing a small jolt from heeseung.

even if your mouth was full of his cock, you couldn’t help but moan. your cunt was dripping with arousal, practically staining your undergarments the more you sucked heeseung off. even if it means your knees will bruise from your kneeling position.

“mhm, that’s right. that’s right, y/n. you know how to suck me, don’t you? good girl, you know how to please me,” heeseung sighs, loving the feeling how his slickness slides in your mouth just right.

his hand snakes down to your scalp and tugs at the root of your hair, pulling you closer to him. heeseung’s head tips back as he sucks in a harsh breath. biting his lip and rolling back his eyes, you felt so good against him, it was heaven. with how fast you were throating him, heeseung felt like his climax was about to come soon.

“fuck, y/n, ima come— ohmygod keep sucking me like that— fuck!” with one more thrust, heeseung pours his cum all the way down, allowing you to keep it in the inside of your throat.

after finally releasing your mouth from his cock, heeseung’s cum dribbles down the sides of your mouth as you swallow the rest of his cum. heeseung smirks a bit as he comes close to kiss your temple, “you’re such a good girl. my good girl.” your cheeks warm at his words. just something about him calling you his girl felt so right.

“that’s right, you’re my good girl,” he sighs before locking his lips with yours, enjoying how his cum was still along your lips.

“don’t you go up in a few minutes, hee? you should go soon,” you say hushed but, heeseung cuts you off.

“no, no, no. we’re not done until we deal with this,” heeseung’s hand dips into your pants and underwear, toying with that puffy clit of yours.

“lemme fuck you good, y/n. you deserve it, right? aren’t you my good girl?”

“that’s right, hee. i am.”

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[fastboatsmojito]

my sweet beloved boatie!!!! congrats on 100<3 you're so deserving of it and i hope you get many more!! 💐

i've come for some filth with carl because i'm depraved so here we fuckin go my friend

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight + ❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜

thank you xoxo -🐁

You’re so sweet :,) thank you !! <33

19 - angry sex in the middle of a fight - from this smutty prompt list! + “you want me quiet? Make me.” from this smutty dialogue list! For my 100 followers party !

| a/n; omg my first Carl req Ever I hope this does him justice 🫡

| cw; 18+ smut btc of course, fem reader (‘good girl’ used once), you’re both kinda dicks but it’s hot so it’s okay <3, smoking, Typical Shameless Shit, porn with a little plot, couch fucking in a house of peacefully sleeping gallaghers, PnV, no mention of condoms (b safe) - shocking I know, he covers your mouth for a bit, implied facefucking at the end whoops, a little brat tamer!Carl if u will >:)

| wc; 466

Dividers by @/strangergraphics

You would’ve admitted you were being a dick if he wasn’t doing the same, his head leaned back against the couch as he huffed out a cloud of smoke he’d usually direct away from you.

You could barely remember how the fight started, focused more on the pissy attitude radiating off of him as you stood with your arms crossed in front of him.

“You just gonna fuckin’ stand there all night?” He scoffed, putting the well finished cigarette out in the ashtray next to him before waving you over to sit with him.

You weren’t exactly happy but he was still Carl, and you figured you could be just as annoyed with him while comfortably sat in his lap.

The unamused expression on his face stayed when you settled into him, though his arms immediately coming around you almost gave his barely scorned attitude away.

“You wanna apologize now?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes - still pissed enough not to kiss him even though the desire was clearly still there.

“Me? What about you?” He retorted, strong arms around you softening as he dropped his head back against the couch with a sigh.

“No fucking way.” You replied, draping your legs over his lap, elbows resting on the arm rest as you leaned away from him.

You didn’t enjoy fighting with him but he didn’t make it hard, especially when you both shared the bad habit of apologizing with actions before words.

—

And that’s exactly how you ended up bent over that same armrest - not the most comfortable position that he was holding you in. You could practically feel him in your stomach like this and the harsh hand clamped around your mouth was only adding to the fire burning within you.

“Apologize quietly.” He leaned over to whisper in your ear, moving his hand from your mouth to grip your hair instead. He had zero intention of dealing with the shit he’d get for fucking you in the living room of all places if you woke someone up.

“Make me.” You all but moaned, pouting when he pulled out of you and turned you around to face him, sitting on the same armrest you were just draped over while he meanly squished your cheeks together.

“Can’t call you a good girl if you don’t act like one, can I?” He looked divine like this, furrowed brows only making you want to piss him off more as his eyes bored into you.

He shook your head for you with his hand when you didn’t answer - tsking at you like a bad dog as he walked backwards and guided you to your knees.

“If you can’t even say sorry with that mouth I guess we’ll just have to find some other use for it.”

[loomiseater]

Can you do movie! Henry Hart where he likes gets overprotective of his girlfriend because she's maybe pregnant?

Who the hell are you?

warnings: nothing much, mild language, pregnant reader, and older Henry.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

Movie!Henry Hart x fem!reader

A/N: Sorry that it's short, but I really hope you like it! <3

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Written: February 18th, 2025- February 18th, 2025

Published: February 18th, 2025

Summary: Henry doesn't like the guy hitting on you in the grocery store.

wc: 466

Me and Henry were currently out grocery shopping for tonights big dinner. We were celebrating for Charlotte graduating from Harvard, we’re all so proud of her.

I was currently in the snack isle looking for something to satisfy my pregnancy cravings while Henry was in a different aisle getting some steak for tonight. I tried reaching for the jar of pickles but for some reason they were on a really high shelf, who the hell puts pickles up that high?

I stood on my toes for about half a second before my back started aching due to the human being that was floating around in my belly. “Ahh!” I held onto my back as some man came rushing over to me. “You alright?” He asked while moving me back from the self. “Yeah! Im fine- was just tryna grab some pickles.” I explained. I can’t believe I’m out of breath already, all I did was stand on my toes. “Lemme grab that for you.” He softly said as he stretched his arm up and grabbed the pickles jar with ease.

“Thank you so much, sir.” I thanked with a smile as I put the jar in my cart. “Please, call me Zack.” He stated. “What’s a gorgeous woman like you doing out here by herself?” The man questioned with a smirk. What a shitty way of flirting with a woman, especially a pregnant woman.

Before I could tell the man off, Henry walked up and placed his arm around my shoulder. “Who’s this?” Henry asked as he looked the man up and down with so much disgust on his face. Henry always got a bit jealous whenever some random guy would try to hit on me. “Who the hell are you?” Zack asked back. It was like he was trying to size Henry up.

“Her boyfriend and the father of her child.” Henry sternly said as he placed the steak into the cart, now face to face with the guy. Zack was now embarrassed. Embarrassed at the fact that he was hitting on a taken pregnant woman and that the father of her child stepped up to him.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“ The guy was fumbling over his own words until Henry cut him off. “Next time watch who the hell you’re talking to.” Henry said as he pushed the cart along with pushing the guy outa the way. I walked off with Henry as he looked back at the guy like he was a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe.

“Who the hell does he think he is?! Piece of shit trine flirt with my girl.” Henry irately said as I giggled. “Baby calm down, I think you scared him off. “Good.” He said as I playfully rolled my eyes.

[dimplewonie]

gorgeous — 이희승.

pairing: roommate! heeseung x gn! reader

syn: roomates or not, lee heeseung thinks you're gorgeous. and he doesn't hesitate to let you know.

warnings: slightly suggestive (i think), mentions kissing. not proofread oops

wc: 466.

ri's note🎧: im a jungwon stan i swear 🙏 based off of one of novelbear's prompts! wasn't planning on writing on this acct but...

“how do I look?” you asked the moment you stepped into the room, voice casual as you used the living room mirror to check your appearance. you glanced towards your roommate lying on the couch, scrolling on his phone mindlessly. without looking up from the device, he hummed at your presence, mumbling a disinterested “hm?” in response. 

you rolled your eyes at his vague reply, taking a few steps further into the room. the sound of your heel-clad footsteps caught his attention, causing him to finally look your way. 

lee heeseung swore under his breath.

the sight of you immediately rendered him speechless, your figure clouding his thoughts with desire.

“do you think i overdressed?” you asked again, hands adjusting the hem of your bottoms, uncertainty visible in your tone. were you kidding?

you looked fucking gorgeous. 

and if he could come up with another word to describe you other than gorgeous, he would. but at the moment, all heeseung's mind was filled up with was nothing other than you and your cute little outfit, your cute shoes, your cute hair, and your beautiful smile.

you radiate confidence and poise, there was no way you wouldn’t command the attention of anyone in your presence. every aspect of you was perfect. you are perfect. and you were causing the man to churn in emotional turmoil, making him go haywire.

heck, he’d be damned if he let you go out to see another man while looking this stunning. so he did what he should’ve done earlier. he couldn’t think of anything else. 

he placed his hands on your hips, abruptly catching you off guard. he rubbed the pads of his thumbs against the exposed skin, feeling the warmth of your curves against his cold fingertips. as you stood face-to-face with him, he gazed back at you with an unreadable emotion, one you couldn’t quite place. but it seemed to hold a familiar glint that past lovers had looked at you with.

on instinct, you could hear the blaring alarms ring in your head and you were about to step back and push him off. but your body seemed to have a mind of its own and almost like putty, you leaned into him, allowing yourself to meld with his hot touch. lowering your body onto his, your hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders to stabilize your weak body. wrapping his arms around your waist, a smirk played on his lips as he leaned closer, whispering.

“you look perfect.” and he smashed his lips feverishly against yours, pulling you towards him like a magnet. the kiss was filled with pent up frustration and longing as you gasped against the mouth of your roommate. you were making out with lee heeseung. and you didn’t mind one single bit.

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[bonedo-enthusiast]

RIWOO MOMMY KINKKK

ask and you shall receive 🤭 the mommy kink plot is more subtle but i swear it's there!! written in bullets + lowercase is intended <3

warnings: mommy kink (obv), pervy bf!riwoo, sub!riwoo, jerking off, mdni!!

wc: 466

we all know how shy riwoo is, especially with people he doesn’t know too well.

so when you two first start dating, he’s too nervous to approach the topic of sex.

the truth is that he’s already been thinking about what you’d look like on top of him riding his dick. 🤭

but of course you don’t know that!

seeing you in his apartment just does something to the poor guy.

so could you really blame him that sometimes he lies awake at night staring at your body when your oversized shirt rides up a bit too much?

he imagines you grabbing his hair and pushing his face down between your legs, the smell and taste of you taking over his senses.

he always pops a boner imagining you using him like that, like a toy.

so of course he runs to the bathroom, locking the door behind him and opening the drawer he prays you will never open.

he lubes up his dick before jerking off, pretending that it was your hand instead of his.

he can’t help the whimpers and moans that tumble out of his lips, swollen from biting them in an attempt to keep himself quiet. 

“mommy…”

he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his orgasm already drawing close.

but he slows down with a whine until he comes to a complete stop, imagining that you would play with him before allowing him to have his release. 

“p-please… ‘m good, so good!”

he shivers against the ghost of a touch, bucking his hips into the air. 

god, he wanted you so bad. 

riwoo could practically taste your lips, feel your fingertips running down his thighs. 

he reaches up and squeezes one of his nipples, emitting a nearly pornographic moan.

he was so sensitive.

“f-fuck!” 

he throws his head back, thinking about how you would mark pretty little hickeys into his neck. 

the thought alone causes him to resume touching himself, his moans and whimpers rising in pitch as he jerks himself off faster.

“oh god–fuck, mommy! i’m gonna, gonna–!”

his eyes roll into the back of his head as his orgasm hits him, ropes of cum painting his stomach. 

he pants heavily, letting out a low whine at the mess he made on himself.

just as he’s about to start cleaning himself up, the door to his bathroom flies open and he stops like a deer in headlights.

he stares into your eyes, cheeks flushed pink.

fuck. he fucking forgot to lock the door. 

…but you look anything but disgusted. 

your lips curl up into a smile.

“you could’ve just asked me for help instead of moaning for me so pathetically.”

riwoo, stunned, blinks at you with wide eyes.

then you take a few steps forward and close the bathroom door, locking it.

[neverenoughmarauders]

The one thing she cannot accept

Written for @jilymicrofics | wc: 466 | February 2025 prompt: Myth

There are things Lily Potter will never understand, but that she has learned to accept. It is not a short list. Not in volume nor in substance.

Some people think she is worth no more than dirt. Severus had been one of them—not that he realised it. But in the end, he had chosen to align himself with them. Not her. He might be dead now. She doesn’t know. Or care.

Lily has lost many years to the war. In this she is not alone, but it does not alter the fact that her youth had been stolen. It wasn’t all bad: Hogwarts might not have been safe, but it had still been fun at times, magical even. It was at school that she met James. Their wedding, a few months after leaving Hogwarts, might have been rushed and quiet, but it had been theirs. It had been perfect.

None of her school friends, except Sirius, stood by her when the war got bad. That’s one for Lily’s list of things she can—truthfully—accept. But which she’ll never understand. 

Peter had turned spy for the Death Eaters. That one hurt. But in time she had come to accept this too. It wasn’t just Peter. Many had shown their worst side during this war. 

Harry had spent most of his childhood in hiding. This is especially painful because he has grown to become so different from her and James. Yet he looks just like his father. But this is a James with a shy, humble, almost broken smile. Even a mother’s love could not mitigate the strain Harry has been under. But he is alive. So she has accepted the cost of keeping him safe.

But there is one thing Lily Potter can never accept. Harry cannot remember his father. The way her son looks at pictures of James with longing, but without recognition, hits her like a freight train every time. Years have not made the knife, which seems to slice through her heart, any blunter when Harry adds ‘and dad’ without commitment or feeling. 

To Harry, ‘dad’ is merely a concept. A role that should exist in his life, but which is absent. A gap he would not know to miss if he hadn’t learned from others what fathers were. And James? James is but an idea. A collection of stories. A myth.

To her, James is laughter and words. He is a cocky self-assured smile. Glasses askew, falling asleep on the sofa. The smell of chocolate, peppermint and broom polish. He is warm hugs on the coldest of nights. Soft kisses in a cruel world. Unwavering love in an unsteady world. 

Loyalty. Safety. Home. 

To her, James is life. The fact that she must live when he is gone is forever something she cannot—will not—accept.

[ottocre]

˚✶ * too sweet w/ atsumu 

m.list / wc: 466

    it can't be said i'm an early bird. it's ten o'clock before i say a word. music plays throughout a speaker system, a sultry voice ringing through your ears. you rest your head in your palm, free hand creeping towards his back. the midnight moon lets little light into his apartment, just barely illuminating his figure, shoulders and head outlined. 

  your finger, runs up his back, feeling his raised spine. you keep telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. but then you wake up for the sunrise. delicately pressing your finger against his skin, you reach the nape of atsumu’s hair. soft, short pieces of hair stick up, goosebumps forming from your touch. they feel comfortable beneath your touch, hand spreading out to run through his recently shampooed hair. 

  don't you just want to take up, dark as a lake. he shifts in his sleeps, eyelids barely fluttering before his chest raises and falls normally. biting your lip, you lower your hand to his neck, running down to his shoulder. freckles appear as your hand moves, the sprinkles of light brown drawing your eyes. i'll think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. you're too sweet for me. 

  running your finger down his arm, you feel the hair raise on his arm, trying to call his attention. narrowing your eyes, you outline his bicep, a smile forming on your face as it tightens beneath your touch. following down the rest of his arm, you reach his hand. pressing your palm against his, you interlock your fingers between his. atsumu’s hand is soft, care put into every crevice and spiral. even the callouses brush against your hand with a grain of tenderness.

  but who wants to live forever, babe? you treat your mouth as if it’s heaven’s gate. leaning over him, your eyes trace every aspect of his face. the lightness of his skin, the delicate touch of his moisturized lips. he’s curated every inch of his being, a brightness that only a certain person could love. the rest of you like you’re the tsa. i wish i could go along, babe, don’t get me wrong. staring at his blonde stricken hair and glowing skin, you purse your lips.

  untangling your hands, you lean back against the bed. his silk sheets surround you like a cloud, airy beneath your touch. warmth still pressing against your leg, his tied around yours in an unconscious attempt to cling to you. to cling to the idea of you. you know you’re bright as the morning, as soft as the rain. pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait. yet you fear if he clings too hard, you’ll destroy him. 

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[jenosbliss]

Building a Gingerbread House 🍪🎄

pairing. gn!reader x haechan | genre. fluff | wc. 466 | warnings. none

“You’ve got two minutes left before the timer goes off!” The announcement felt like a taunt as you glanced over your shoulder. There stood Haechan, swaying his hips to the music blasting through the kitchen, clearly unbothered. His gingerbread house was already standing tall, complete, and just waiting for the final decorations.

Meanwhile, your counter was a disaster zone. Crumbled walls, smeared icing, and shattered gingerbread lay in chaotic heaps. You had yet to attach the roof—and it was your fourth attempt. Still, you refused to back down.

“I have to win this,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing a new piece of gingerbread and slathering it with icing like your life depended on it.

This all started with a bet.

Earlier that morning, you’d confidently declared, “Whoever builds the perfect gingerbread house in two hours wins. If I win, you’re doing the dishes for a month.”

Haechan had grinned, far too smug for your liking. “Deal.”

You squinted at him suspiciously. “And if you win?”

His smirk grew. “I’ll tell you when I win.”

That should’ve been your warning, but you were too busy tying your apron with determination to notice his evil plan.

Now, with the timer mercilessly beeping, you groaned in defeat. Haechan waltzed over to your counter, carrying his ridiculously perfect gingerbread house. He placed it next to your half-collapsed shack and tilted his head with mock concern.

“Yikes. Looks like you’ll need another hour… or maybe a miracle,” he teased, his smirk widening when he saw the glare you shot him.

Rolling your eyes, you snapped back, “In my defense, this is my second time baking. And unlike you, I’m actually trying to make something meaningful.”

“Oh, sure,” he drawled, still smirking. “And what’s more meaningful than winning?”

Annoyed, you turned to leave, but before you could escape the kitchen, Haechan blocked your path, trapping you between the counter and his arms.

“Wait,” he said, leaning in just enough to make your heart skip. “Are you mad because you lost?”

“What do you want, Haechan?” you grumbled, trying to push past him. “What’s this mysterious prize of yours? And just so you know, I’m not cleaning the dishes—”

You didn’t get to finish. He cut you off with a kiss.

It was quick but sweet, his lips lingering just long enough to leave you breathless. When he pulled back, his grin was softer this time, more playful. “That was my prize,” he said simply, shrugging like it was no big deal.

You blinked, momentarily speechless, as your cheeks burned. “Wait… what?”

“Don’t worry,” he added, leaning in for another kiss, this one slower and even more distracting. “I’ll do the cleaning. You just keep being adorable.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time, it was impossible to hide your smile.

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[sweatervest-obsessed]

Okay, Spencer comforting reader who has really bad period cramps and is just crying

yes.

WC: 466

"Spencer, love, please just shut up."

Spencer, who was in a supermarket, trying to deduce the type of chocolate you wanted, paused.

"Just get me something sweet. Spence, and Ibuprofen. Extra Strength."

"Extra Strength." He repeated back to you, and you could hear the crinkling of whatever candy wrapper he had picked up.

"I'll see you when you get home." You whispered, muttering a 'love you' in response to his, and hung up.

It was one of those periods that crippled you. The cramps were dialed to eleven, and nothing was helping you. You had run out of Ibuprofen while Spencer was at work, so it was now on your FBI Agent in shining armor to grab you some on his way home from work.

Another sharp pain stabbed through your abdomen and you let out a low grown. Something about these were just extra 'special'. Your heating pad was either too hot, or not warm enough, and the same went for the hot water bottle. The bed was never the right temperature, but the blankets weren't the right texture.

And don't event think about food. You ate three bites of a bagel before vomiting it up in the toilet and lying down for the rest of the day. The thought of food made you nauseous too.

Suddenly, it was just too much, and tears sprang to your eyes. "Fuck fuck fuck." You mumbled, letting the tears drip down your cheeks, leaving trails of shine in their wake.

This was a double edged sword--once you started, you couldn't stop. The crying was clearing up the migraine you had gained from the lack of eating and cramps, but the act of sobbing was too much for your body, causing your cramps to get worse.

When Spencer had finally gotten home, you had all but given up. You body was curled tightly into a ball, and your face was glistening with tears.

"Ohh sweetheart." Spencer whispered, setting the bag down on the edge of the bed and pulling out the bottle of Ibeprofen.

He handed some pills to you, which lead to you dry-swallowing them. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"That bad huh." He joked, laying down next to you, pulling you into his side, and slowly running his hand through your hair. He started whispering nothing and everything to you, trying to lull you to sleep by just being there.

And you could lie saying that it didn't distract you, but it did, and you were asleep within the next five minutes.

[magicalbuttertarts]

Can I get request 28 for nick wayne please?

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This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Oral (m receiving) cum swallowing. Cowgirl.

Requested by anonymous

WC: 466

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#28: “Touch me and you lose”

I groaned as she slapped my hands away. I placed them back at my side, digging my nails into the palm of my hands as she sat in my lap, my cock nestled inside her tight, warm pussy as she leisurely moved her hips back and forth.

She tutted at me, shaking her head no.

"Now, now Nick, you know what will happen." She reminded me with a little giggle.

I closed my eyes as I leaned my head back, wanting nothing more than to flip us over and pound her into the bed.

"Do I have to remind you." She trailed one finger down my cheek, forcing my eyes open at the feeling of her touch.

"Touch me and you lose." She simply said as she sped her movements, bouncing in my lap as her pussy fluttered around my cock.

I don't even remember what this bet is even about.

I don't care anymore.

Not when she brings me so close to finishing, but she pulls away, or stops moving, leaving me frustrated beyond belief.

"I know you want to play with me, baby." My mouth started to salivate when I saw her playing with her gorgeous tits. I nodded my head yes, letting out a little whimper as I wanted nothing more than to suck on her nipples and squeeze her tits.

I watched as one hand trailed down her body, towards her pussy. I watched as her hand made contact with her clit.

The two of us moaning loudly at she started to rub her clit, as her pussy clenched around my cock so tight.

I couldn't take it anymore.

She squealed as I flipped us over, wrapping her legs around my waist.

"Who gives a fuck about the bet." Was all I said before pounding into her over and over again. Her screams bouncing off the walls as I quickly brought her the edge, not once but twice.

I fucked her until I couldn't hold back any longer.

I pulled out of her pussy, jerking my cock as I am groaning her name.

But to my suprise, she moved my hand away as she sat up, pushing me back.

Her hand jerked me off, as she sat there with her mouth wide open.

"Fuck." I groaned, just before she placed the tip of my cock on her tongue.

I watched as my cum coated her tongue, her eyes closed as she jerked me off until I pushed her hand away, but not before she closed her mouth, swallowing my cum and then wrapping her mouth around my cock and sucking it clean.

I was still half hard, but she didn't stop sucking, making my cock twitch in her mouth.

She winked at me, and I knew she was ready for round two.

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July 7 - Neutral | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 466

Regulus groans as he hears the door to the flat open, accompanied by the sound of Sirius and James talking and laughing loudly. He closes his book, deciding that he’s no longer going to be able to read so long as those two are here together. 

“Hey Reggie.” James smiles, launching themself onto the couch next to him and wrapping their arm around his shoulders, “How have you been?”

“Hello James.” Regulus sighs, “I’ve been alright, less so now that you’re here.”

“Oh don’t be like that, Reg.” Sirius hums, perching onto the couch chair they have, “Be nice to James, don’t you love them?”

“Not when they interrupt my reading.” 

“So you admit that you love me.” James smiles, shoving a bit at Regulus with their body.

“Considering you’re alway interrupting my reading,” Regulus hums, “I wouldn’t say that it’s very common.” He finally turns to look at James and his breath hitches.

James has a new piercing.

A shiny silver septum ring.

“You got a new piercing.” Regulus says dumbly.

James hums, “Yeah, that’s why I’m here.” They shrug, “Sirius is lending me his saline spray since I ran out. It’s also just an excuse to see you, dear Reggie.” 

“Don’t call me that.” Regulus rolls his eyes, trying to distract himself from James’ new piercing. Their piercing that Regulus is totally neutral about.

“Ugh, you guys are gross.” Sirius whines, “I’m going to my room.”

“Like you’re not looking for an excuse to call Remus!” James calls after him, laughing. Sirius shouts a fuck you before his door closes, making James laugh even louder. They turn to Regulus, “So what do you think about my septum? I think it looks good, feels a bit weird to have, though.”

“It’s…” Regulus clears his throat, “It’s nice.”

“Just nice.” James smiles, drawing Regulus’ attention to their lips and where they’ve got a ring running over the center of their lower lip. They’ve had it for years and it’s driven Regulus crazy for just as long, now even more so than ever because of their new piercing. 

“Yeah, if that.” The younger rolls his eyes, trying to dodge James’ knowing gaze, “Does it hurt?”

“Not really.” James hums, “If I move my nose wrong or hit it too hard, it hurts a bit but nothing unbearable.”

“So it’d hurt if I punched you?”

Jame rolls their eyes, “Obviously, but you wouldn’t want to do that, now would you, my love?”

Regulus rolls his eyes but moves forward to pull James into a kiss, “No, I wouldn’t. I do, unfortunately, love you too much.” James smiles into the next kiss that he presses to their lips. When he pulls back again, he smiles, wrapping his arm around James’ waist, “It looks good on you.”

“Thank you, darling.”

[bunnliix]

When Eight becomes Nine - Chapter Two preview!

I am on a roll, so here's a lil chapter preview! Honestly this series is fun to write, so it may get a couple updates because I have quite a few ideas for how this plays out!

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader Summary: Y/n is flying to Seoul, and we get a glimpse at the day's schedule at KQ for the shortlisted auditionees. wc: 466 AU: a/b/o Genre: Fluff/Angst warnings: anxiety, mentions of anxiety, that's it I think?? masterlist

Y/n couldn’t believe she was on a plane to Seoul right now. Like how did she even get this lucky to have this happen to them? She couldn’t believe she had even auditioned for KQ, let alone that she was one of the few being flown out for final auditions. Though, she was confused on why Ateez never said anything about the new member auditions, the boys must have known about it, yeah? Maybe the company wasn’t allowing them to say anything just yet. She shook her head, stopping themself from wondering further, it wouldn’t do much good.

She could still remember shooting the audition video. she honestly figured it was a shot in the dark, since her skills weren’t really up to par to an idol’s skill level. Before she could worry about anything else, the announcement in the cabin interrupted her thoughts, the captain announcing her descent into Incheon Airport would commence soon. At the announcement, she could feel anxiety starting to bubble up in her stomach, at the fact that she was getting close to the moment of truth, and potentially even meeting Ateez, which was kinda scary as well. Like she never thought she'd ever meet the group of men she kinda idolized.

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“The schedule for today is as follows. We’re heading straight to the company as because of the delay in some of your flights arriving, we have no time to bring you to your home for the next couple days. Once we get there and you are all registered into the system, we will head right for the practice room to review your dance skills. A couple members of Ateez will also be there to evaluate you all.” She said, but was cut off by whispers and giggles from others as they realized they’d be meeting a few members of Ateez today.

“Before I was interrupted,” the staff continued as she shot stern looks at everyone, and to which y/n shrunk into herself a bit further. She was already a bit put off by all the changes, and to be silently scolded despite doing nothing didn’t help matters. “After that, there may be cuts if anyone isn’t up to standard. Then we will move into the studio, where you’ll work with Hongjoong and Mingi, and they will see if you fit in with the rest of the members vocally, as well as your demeanor and work ethic. And if there is enough time, we may have a select few learn a few choreographies with the group and perform it, to see exactly how well you fit in. No matter what, the final decision will most likely not be made today. So unless you’re cut, you have chances to prove yourselves. Understood?” She finished.

“Understood.” The group chorused back.

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[intothepast9]

running up that hill

written for @pandalilymicrofics April 9 prompt "heartbeats"--wc 466

Lily panted, grabbing Pandora’s hand so she didn’t run ahead again. She felt their two quick pulses together, their heartbeats both fast, but hers faster than her girlfriend’s, since Pandora was used to running every day. Maybe Lily needed to get in better shape, or maybe her girlfriend was just insane. Plenty of people thought so, and while Lily firmly believed that they were all tragically blindsided about how wonderful Pandora was… perhaps in this small matter, they were correct. It was a benign insanity, but Lily didn’t think there was any other explanation.

“Why did I let you talk me into doing this?” Lily asked.

“Come on, we’re almost there,” Pandora said, kissing her cheek. She stood still, though, and let Lily catch her breath.

And then they were running again, Lily doing her best to keep up with her girlfriend as they ran up the dirt path over the grassy hill. Lily had to admit it was a beautiful day in mid-spring, and the wildflowers around them were a good reason to be outside. Still, the route seemed like it would have been pretty bleak in November or February, and Pandora ran this route year-round.

Then she saw it—the reason Pandora repeated this three mile route every day. The hill had hidden a pond on the other side, a pond reflecting the bright sunshine that made Pandora, her face flush from the exercise, practically glow. Lily stood still, watching the light bounce off her girlfriend’s hair.

But Pandora had brought her here for the scenery, and the pond didn’t just reflect sunshine and more distant hills.

“Ducklings!” Lily exclaimed.

“They just hatched last week,” Pandora explained. “That’s why I wanted to bring you out here sometime this week.”

There were perhaps a dozen of them throughout the wide pond, in two different groups, their mothers watching them closely. They were tiny. One group got closer to the girls, and Lily and Pandora got very still. One duckling wandered up to Pandora until it was only a few feet away from her.

“I don’t think your mommy wants you that close to me,” Pandora said gently. The bird paused, startled to hear her speak. Its mother stepped closer as if to tell Pandora off. She stepped back. The duckling hesitantly followed its mother back into the pond and away from the people.

“He loves you, Dora!” Lily said. “This is literally precious.”

“Do you mind that I brought you out here?” Pandora asked.

“It’s so beautiful,” Lily conceded. She kissed Pandora. “But we literally could have walked the whole way.”

“We can walk back if you want,” Pandora conceded. “But running down the hill would be a lot easier than the way here was.”

Lily laughed. “Either way, let’s stay here for a while.”

[far-too-damaged]

Hello! I saw that you were taking requests. Do you think you could do cod men and gym class? Something along the lines of reader getting hit with a ball and them fussing over it? Anything, really, just goofy fluff would be nice.

Road trips really are fun👀. K, bye!

Goofy Fluff as requested 💃 (Boys are referred to by their actual names, except Price cuz he & Soap have the same... <3) (High school) Not as proud of this as I thought - it's giving 2020... 😞 Let me know if you like it though, cause 👀Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price, and a demolished GN reader :)

Today has been great so far. I went shopping, tried a new restaurant, and now I'm playing dodgeball with the guys: Price, Johnny, Simon, and Kyle. The day has been really enjoyable and comfortable.

Well, if "comfort" means the sound of squeaky shoes and boots on the gym floor and the occasional screams of pain after being hit by a dodgeball... It's been great, and nothing could ruin it. Although, I hope everyone's okay, especially after I threw every ball at lightning speed right at their stomachs.

"Kyle, you suck at this!" I laughed as I threw the ball at him. I was trying to aim for his chest, but it ended up hitting him somewhere much more painful, judging by his high-pitched scream. I winced at his pain.

"He's okay in the end, maybe a bit annoyed, but whatever!" I gestured worriedly as I spoke to Simon.

I don't think I'll be taunting a guy again, because the next thing I knew, I was on the ground after a loud 'thwack' echoed around the gym and a tough dodgeball collided with my face. The ball rolled away, leaving a trace of blood on the ground. "Kyle!" Johnny shouted, "You hit them!" A slap sound was followed by an "Ouch..." from Kyle.

Everything was blurry, with a few patches of blood on my shirt and the ground. A bloody nose from a plastic, squeaky, slippery dodgeball. I felt freezing hands bringing me back to the present. "Agh!" I groaned, pushing the cold hand away and rubbing my eyes, staring directly at Johnny.

"Are you okay, [Reader]?" Price asked, nudging me. "I'm fine, but who did it – was it you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. "No," he chuckled, whispering to me, "It was Kyle." I nodded. "I expected it to be Johnny." As I turned to walk towards Kyle, Johnny spoke up – or at least tried to before Simon threw a ball at his stomach.

I chuckled and even snorted a bit. Johnny collapsed to his knees as Simon acknowledged me with a wave, tossing a thin paper towel in my direction. Kyle lurked behind Johnny, then joined him on his knees.

"Wait—don’t attack me—" Kyle's words were followed by frantic screaming as Kyle dodged every dodgeball that Simon and Price threw towards me.

Shortly after, I wiped the blood off my face. "I hate you," I grinned as Kyle brought a damp paper towel to me, which worked better with the dried blood. "Now, hate is a strong word; what do we say instead?" A short pause happened as Kyle widened his eyes. "[Reader]–[Reader] no!" was all the others heard before Kyle also had his very own bloody nose. "Now we're matching!" I said as I stuck a paper towel up his nose. WC: 466

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