#wc: 580

[flofaiiry]

mornings w jack abbot

warnings: f!reader, swearing, established relationship, unprotected p in v, cockwarming if u squint.

note: this is my first time writing smut so if it's terrible........ i'm so so sorry (please give me feedback i have no idea what i'm doing)

wc: 580

thinking about slow mornings with jack abbot... your head on his chest just staring out an open window while the sunlight floods the room, maybe some slow music on the radio, but even if it's silent, it's comfortable. it's not often you wake up with jack next to you, so you cherish these mornings together (in other words, have soft and slow morning sex.)

you hoist yourself on top of him, straddling his waist and kissing from his lips to his jaw to his neck and down his chest. "stop teasing me baby," he mumbles, fingers lazily toying with the waistband of your shorts, trying to coax them off of you. jack's not an impatient man, he's quite the opposite actually, but something about you makes him throw all that learned patience out the window.

you don't say anything, just a smile and glance up before you oblige him, removing your shorts and his boxers. you take him in your hand, his tip prods at your clit just hard enough to make your breath catch before you lower yourself down onto him. the stretch is familiar, gasps passing between you as your walls perfectly hug around his length.

your hips finally meet his, hands splayed across his chest and head tilted back at just enough of an angle that allows you to revel in the sensation while maintaining eye contact (this man's staring problem is worse during sex).

you don't move immediately, just bask in the feeling of how deep he is inside you and how full you feel. another moment elapses before take it upon yourself to move, sliding slowly up and down the length of his cock. jack's hands find your waist, not moving you, but just there. the warmth keeps you grounded in reality despite the pleasure.

"god," jack breathes, "feels so fuckin' good baby, takin' me so well." he praises, pads of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. you continue your rhythm above him, bringing you both steadily closer to the edge, until you're just teetering there.

"so close, jack," you practically whimper, "so fucking close, feels so good." though the pleasure is close to all consuming, your movements never stop. feeling a few tell-tale clenches around him, jack takes his hand from your hip to lazily circle your clit, coaxing your orgasm from you at last.

"that's it baby, justtt like that. good girl," jack coaches, as your climax takes over all your faculties. he keeps a firm grip on your hips, partially taking over the movement as you ride out your orgasm. after coming down from your own high, you're desperate to feel jack reach his own inside you.

"please cum for me, jack, need it so bad," you whine. you lock eyes and that's all it takes for jack to tumble into his own orgasm, a breathy groan leaving his lips as he spills inside of you.

heavy, deep breaths fill the quiet of the room, as you pull yourself off of him, a short gasp escaping your lips upon the feeling of emptiness. you practically flop back to your spot next to him on the bed. your breathing still synchronized, you find his hand amongst the sheets and lace your fingers together.

"i can get used to that," you smile, bringing your head back to rest again on his chest. jack presses a kiss to the top of your head, "yeah," he says into your hair, "i definitely could."

[yuoimia]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ HEY, HANDSOME

summary: you’re shameless with your antics, and he hates loves it. characters: kinich & wanderer notes: fem + flirty reader, relationship is not established, but you’ve known each other for a while, wanderer’s is super short and messy bc i didn’t know how to execute my ideas well, wc: 580

kinich

“Are you free next week?”

Kinich glanced up from the base of the tree to where you sat casually on one of the thick branches. Sunlight streamed through its delicate leaves, spilling onto your hair, casting a familiar shadow he breathed in the first time you two met.

He raised a skeptical eyebrow, eyeing you with suspicion. “What do you mean?”

“What does she mean!? Are you STUPID-“

A momentary flash of yellow and green materialised for a split second, not without the usual explosive expressions, before being promptly booted with the irritated flick of Kinich’s right hand.

“Stop smirking,” he sighed, not coming out nearly as stern as he intended. “Out with it, and come down; my neck is starting to hurt,” he continued, turning away, trying to seem as composed as possible. Not now; he cannot be succumbing to nerves and sweaty palms. Why was his mind so foggy? Absolutely no helpful excuses formulated in case he faltered any further.

You let out a disappointed huff. “Fine,” Kinich could almost sense the roll of your eyes from the back of his head. “Make sure to catch me.”

“Wait-“

It happened in a split second, his arms subconsciously reaching out as you slipped down with no hesitation.

Almost instantly, words of disapproval (which included his typical empty threats that he seemed to forget within the next ten minutes) bombarded your ears as one arm held you from the back of your knees, another supporting your back. “Imagine if I didn’t catch you…you need to think before you do things…”

“But you did either way,” you shrugged nonchalantly at his frustrated face, enveloping an arm around his neck to rest your chin on his shoulder. “So…you free next week?” you whispered conspicuously, adjusting yourself to face him properly. “I’m running out of ideas for commissions, you know?”

And you swear you’re hallucinating. You swear you might actually be delusional.

“What if I told you,” he mused at the intimacy of the shared closeness. “That you never needed the commissions for my attention in the first place?” he responded, holding back a smile.

wanderer

“You look terrible.”

The unexpectedly rash comment causes him to jolt his head upright, his eyes instantly meeting the owner of the familiar voice and malicious remark. A strange feeling washes over his body as he relaxes his posture almost completely, careful to avoid seeming too relieved.

“Likewise,” he countered, scanning you with a look of supposed disinterest. Except he wasn’t disinterested at all, thoroughly noting down your appearance and mannerisms. Loose ends of your braid had fallen out of their original position, a vibrant rosy blush below your cheekbones, likely from exhaustion the way your chest rose quicker than usual.

“…likewise?!” you gaped incredulously, seizing a mirror from a pocket of your jacket.

You’re the one that told me I looked terrible.”

“You know I didn’t mean that at all.”

“And you know that, too.”

“You’re supposed to say that you’re tired and hungry,” you muttered disappointingly, fixing your braid in the matter of a few quick movements.

Confusion flooded his mind at the sharp diversions in conversation topics. “Why would I need to say that?” he replied slowly, surveying your face with greater interest and intent, as if thinking that if he stared hard enough, the deepest secrets of your mind would be magically revealed.

A victorious smile and wink adorned your face as you extended a hand. “So I can offer you lunch, handsome.”

[lovepotionsz]

Haiii ^-^ Full mask x reader smut?? Can be a sort of dub con thing where he takes you back to his universe (or tries to) if you like!!! Honestly I just need more full mask/dark invincible content he’s so silly

-🫀

Full Mask Mark x GN! Reader (Dark NSFW)

CW: Non/Dub-con, blaming the reader for his actions, rough sex, sexual thoughts about blood. I think this could be labeled as Dead-dove do not eat. You have been warned.

WC: 580

A/N: I got wayy too into this, I hope it's to your liking.

Full Mask is a very manipulative man, even if he doesn’t realize it. When he first tries to convince you to go back, he tests out the emotional route. Clinging to your legs like a dog, crying his heart and begging, “please! I promise I’ll take such good care of you, you won’t need anyone else in your life!”, just full on sobbing and latching onto you like a desperate animal. When that doesn’t work, he finally uses his much more superior physical strength to ‘convince’ you. 

The whole thing starts with you finally pushing him off of your leg, then he gets… eerily quiet, which scares you because you can just feel his intention when he looks at you through the lens of his mask. You can’t see his eyes nor mouth, but you can just tell you somehow fucked up.

He tries to be gentle, really he does! He does his best to not snap your bones as he’s thrusting into you, your cries and hisses of pain truly do sting his heart, but– he can only hold back so much. No matter how hard he tries, he’s far too violent for the gentleness he craves. Holding you like this feels like with a little more push he could snap every bone in your body, and goddammit he’s trying, okay!? You just wouldn’t stand still, you kept kicking and yelling at him, and he got scared and bruised your hips so hard you could feel the way your muscles bruised under your skin and it made it so hard to breathe– oh he knows, he knows and he’s so sorry! If you had just stayed still, this wouldn’t have happened, would it? That’s right, you need to stop being such a fidgety, shaking thing and let him love you!

He’s crying under his mask too, but his tears are the result of the sheer ecstasy your body has him feeling. The way you cry out and claw at his back, violently thrashing around as he hits that sweet spot, the way you tighten around his cock so well has his brain spinning and throbbing inside you.

Oh, but his favorite thing is when you finally stop moving, clawing, crying and get so, so docile under him. You just let out these quiet whimpers and sniffles as he’s filling you up so full that he feels his cum drip out of you with every pump and every thrust inside you, he loves coating your insides full of him. Marking you in ways no one other than him can, he deserves this, he loves this, he wants more of it. 

He keeps going, he’s missed you so much after all, has been saving himself for you before you up and went to hell knows where, he is so, so pent-up. Five rounds would never be enough, it won’t ever be enough. He’ll keep fucking into you, he’ll keep making you scream, he’ll keep swearing that he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he won't stop raking his nails on your ass with the sole purpose to make you bleed and watch your blood mix with his cum on your entrance. He says he hates seeing you cry, but you can feel his cock twitch and throb inside you every time you do cry out.

He’ll tell you that he’s loving you as gentle as he can, but to you, his ‘love’ is nothing but terror on your body and psyche. 

[sthwaaberry]

relief | p.seonghwa

wc: 580+ (a bit short ik…)

genre: smut, fluff (mdni)

warnings: handjob(?), blowjob, slight hair pulling (lmk if i missed any!)

thinking about boyfriend seonghwa who just came back from his night-time run, panting as he pauses the music that was playing softly in his ear through his airpods, sweat still dripping down his forehead as he gets home, calling out your name. his run hadn’t been as stress-relieving as he’d hoped it would, spending most of the time stressing about his comeback schedule— not to mention the fact he might’ve slipped into a puddle..

or two.

needless to say, he wasn’t in the brightest mood, though when he saw you it seemed like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “hwa, you’re soaking? what the hell even happened— let’s go shower before you get a cold or something.” your worry only elicited a chuckle from him, smiling dreamily. how’d he been so lucky to have you? “darling, i’m fine.” he says. clearly you didn’t believe him, arm still tightly wrapped around his wrist as you shake your head, sighing as you drag him to the bathroom. “you’re still taking a warm shower, i don’t want you getting a cold.”

-

one shower later, he was certainly less tense than before, but the stress was there. this didn’t go unnoticed by you, sighing as you watch him sit on the bed, wearing nothing but some shorts. you try to keep yourself civilized, placing a hand on his muscular thigh. “love, let me help you a bit, you seem tense.” you murmur softly, scooting closer to him on the bed. he smiles dismissively, speaking up. “you really don’t have to, you’re probably tired as well and-“ “no, really. it’s okay. please let me do this for you.” you say while cupping his cheeks, making him face you.

he really was beautiful like this. hair as white as the snow that would soon fall as the winter days passed yet cheeks a warm pink from the shower steam. you could look at him all day, but you had things to do. so you fall to your knees in front of him, looking up as you pull down his shorts.

“no boxers today?” you say teasingly, grinning as you stare at his hard-on. “in my defense, i thought i was going straight to sleep.” seonghwa says with a smile, one that quickly fades after you cup his dick. he hisses through his teeth, hands finding your hair as he tugs on it. “don’t tease.” he mutters, voice cracking. it elicits a smile out of you, nodding. “okay, okay, my bad.” you say before you grip the base tightly before setting a pace, stroking him. melodic whimpers leave his lips, panting. “n-need you. need you now, fuck, in your mouth.” he babbles.

you comply with a smile, taking in the tip of his dick, swirling your tongue around it before trying to take him in as much as you could, stroking what you couldn’t fit gently. he grips your hair even tighter, the pain making you moan against his hard cock. he bites his lip so hard he thinks it might bleed, head lolled back. “f-fuck, love, mm.. h-haah..” is what leaves his lips, when he has so much more to say yet isn’t able to say it. “j-just like that— almost there, f-fuck!” he yelps, twitching in your mouth. not a minute goes by before he’s spurting his thick cum down your throat, panting in the afterglow. you pull away, looking up at him. he pats your head gently with a smile, sighing.

“god, i’m relieved.”

a/n: thank you if you read all this! sorry if this was awkwardly written, i tried my best lol, reblogs, comments and likes are all very much appreciated !! sweating while i post this btw..

[nonushu]

meet cute with… - jeon wonwoo

genre: fluff, meet-cute | wc: 580 | wonwoo x reader a/n: i read 'the seventh day' by yu hua, which was recommended by wonwoo! (no mention of a specific book here besides the genre)

"i'm sorry dear," the librarian whispers, "the only version of this copy was signed out an hour ago."

you nod, glancing at her apologetic features. the woman removes her glasses and lets them hang by the chain attached to the temples.

"no worries at all, miss," you reassure her, turning away to find something else to read, "thank you."

she smiles kindly as you disappear between the shelves, tracing your finger on each book. it feels almost daunting, lurking from aisle to aisle, waiting for something—or anything to catch your eye.

as you approach the end of the fiction novels, you figure it might as well be the end of your search. with a sigh, you continue your path, only skipping past the shelves and towards the exit.

just as you reach to pull the doors, something—or rather, someone—catches your attention. he's standing at one of the small checkout desks by the window, engrossed in a book. his dark hair falls slightly over his forehead, and his glasses sit at the tip of his nose.

"oh, would you look at this," you hear the librarian say to the young man who's stepped up to the counter, "this book is quite a pick, wouldn't you say?"

you watch him raise a brow at the woman, the man—who you now realize is holding the exact book you were searching for.

"really?" he asks, looking down at the book in his hands. “it’s a popular one, i suppose.”

her eyes crinkle as she hums, averting her gaze to the computer. a smile spreads on her face when she spots your figure above the screen. "in fact, that's them right there."

you feel your face flush as he follows her gesture, his eyes meeting yours. like a deer caught in headlights, you stand there awkwardly, having no idea what to initiate. should you leave or—

he hesitates for a moment before mumbling something to the woman. after you hear another beep, he walks over to you, the book still in his hand.

“hey,” he says, raising his hand to display the book. “i just heard you were looking for this.”

your eyes widen, slightly embarrassed. “y-yeah, i was, but it’s okay. you got to it first.”

he shakes his head, offering the book to you with a soft glint in his eyes. “it’s no problem. i insist you take it. i’ve read it a couple of times already.”

you stare at the book, then back at him. “you sure? i don’t want to take it if you were going to sign it out today.”

“i’m sure,” he says, his grin widening a little. “books are better when shared, don’t you think?”

his words make you chuckle, and you reach out to take the book, your fingers brushing his as you do. “thank you, that’s really kind of you.”

“it’s no problem,” he repeats, his gaze softening as he watches you. his hand reaches for your empty one, “wonwoo.”

you gladly accept his, taking note of how gentle he feels, “y/n,” you reply, feeling your heart skip a beat.

"you think we could maybe...uh, talk about the book some time?" he asks, putting his hand behind his head.

you're quick to agree, the thought of seeing him again making you visibly giddy. “i’d like that.”

“great,” he says, his eyes twinkling with a quiet excitement. “i'll see you around?”

you clutch the book close to your chest, smiling like an idiot. “see you around.”

[chokifandom]

— the sun and moon

anaxa x f!reader, very worshippy, VERRRYY self indulgent like this is basically a self insert atp, reader is a painter, i use his full name so much it's actually disgusting, anaxagoras is an atheist

wc: 580

a/n: HAII haiii :3 first hyv post slinks away... it just had to be the man who freed me from my tumblr shadowban <3 terribly sorry bc this piece is so short but i haven’t written in a while and i’m very rusty so ! sorry to everyone who followed me for bllk LOLL i swr ill get back to it in a while..

kephale’s dawn shines on this city that is overlooked by cerces— the sun is gentle and the breeze leaves soft kisses on your skin, the air heavy with the thick scent of paint. a certain scholar is seated in front of you, an easel and a canvas separating the distance between you two. he observes the way your eyebrows knit together in concentration and follows the movements of your hands with his eye alone, not daring to move a single muscle.

“you are so cooperative, anaxagoras,” his name rolls on your tongue so smoothly; his breath hitches in his throat and he’s gone. it falls from your lips like a prayer and you would not hesitate to say it as many times as he asked it of you, and more. “thank you for being my muse.”

he would never forget the first time he acquainted himself with you. he had told you his name was anaxagoras, and you had called him exactly that— anaxagoras. you never shortened his name, not even once. this did not go unappreciated, but it also puzzled him. he wondered why you didn’t cut his name short for your convenience. “is your name not anaxagoras?” you asked, and he realised that day, that you would never reduce the identity of a being for something as irrelevant as convenience. after all, isn’t this what it is to love? the act of loving is to embrace and accept, something that takes a painstaking amount of effort, and yet you make it seem as easy as breathing.

and for this, anaxagoras comes to believe that a love as pure and simple as yours must be protected at all costs, and so he pours his devotion into you. he chooses to place his faith in you, because you are more real and tangible and more loving than the idea of god could ever be— because you inspire him to take pride in the universe that resides within his soul. with you, he feels no need to change something so integral to the core of his being.

many thought the two of you to be an… odd pair, to say the least— a painter akin to a free spirited bird, a lover of everything in this world, with a scholar, one so guarded and stand-offish, at that! they frequently threw looks of pity your way every time that you were seen with him, but you would simply laugh and wave them off. 

if anaxagoras didn’t know better, he would wholeheartedly believe that you were derived from the sun, its radiance bubbling over and spilling into your every step, every word, every laugh. and if you were the sun, then anaxagoras supposes that he would be the moon. he is blunt, defensive and contrarian with his logic, everything that you are not— and yet, your existences fit with each other’s like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. it is not despite, but as a result of this fact.

anaxagoras does not believe in the concept of fate. everything that has come to be in this world is a consequence of action by all the beings who have and will continue to exist in it, and that includes the unlikely relationship between you and him that had occurred against all odds. it is not a mere coincidence, but a series of wilful steps that have led up to this moment where you are putting down his likeness on the canvas.

[dailylcy]

ok ok ok… my birthday is in a few days HEAR ME OUT- shotaro loves eating pussy it isn’t some he does often but i imagine it’s rather special on special occasions so PLEASE can you write taro eating you out on your birthday? (i would write it but it’s my birthday like…)

( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) — thank you in advance

ఌ︎. a/n. hii anon thank u for the req and happy birthdayyy (*∩_∩*) MINORS DNI! ఌ︎. wc. 580

“Happy birthday pretty” Shotaro murmurs, his voice low, still rough from sleep. His lips press against your temple, lingering for a second before trailing down to your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

You hum in response, barely awake but already smiling. “Mmm, what time is it?”

“Early,” he says, but there’s something in his voice, like he doesn’t really care. Like he wants you to stay just like this — half asleep, tangled up with him. His hand tightens around your waist, pulling you closer until your body fits perfectly against his. “But I couldn’t wait.”

You finally crack your eyes open, finding him watching you with a softness that makes your heart ache. His hair is messy, strands falling over his forehead, and there’s a quiet kind of intent in the way he looks at you.

“For what?” you ask, voice still sleepy.

Shotaro smiles, leaning in until his nose brushes against yours. His lips hover just above yours, barely there, teasing.

“For you.” Shotaro says as he moves presses one last kiss on your lips before moving lower, his grip tightens on your thighs as his fingers start sinking into the soft flesh as he presses his face deeper between your legs. His hair is a sweaty mess now, strands plastered against his forehead, and his breath comes is hot against your skin, uneven pants against your soaked pussy. The room’s thick with the musky scent of sex, the faint tang of sweat, and the slick, dripping mess you’ve become under his tongue. He’s been at it for what feels like forever, and your body’s trembling, caught in that beautiful edge of too much.

“Fuck, you’re so wet” he groans, His tongue flattens, dragging slow and hard over the swollen nub, and your hips jerk involuntarily, a whine slipping from your throat. He doesn’t give up tho — his lips close around your pussy again, sucking with a wet, filthy sound that echoes in the quiet bedroom. Your folds are puffy and slick, glistening with a mix of his spit and your arousal, and he laps at them greedily, tongue going inside your entrance just enough to make your walls clench. your juice smears across his cheeks, dripping down his jaw, and he lets out a low hum, like he’s savoring every drop.

Your thighs shake uncontrollably, muscles tensing as the overstimulation hits hard. It’s overwhelming—his nose nudges your clit while his tongue fucks into you, curling and stroking with crazy precision. “T-Taro, I can’t—” you gasp, but he only growls softly, his hands pinning you down tighter. Sweat beads on his neck, trickling down to the collar of his black shirt, and his eyes flicker up, dark and wild, watching you unravel for him. Your body’s screaming and then it snaps — your orgasm crashes through you, raw and messy. Your pussy gushing against his mouth, and he drinks it down, tongue chasing the flood of cum as it spills over his lips, sticky and hot, pooling on the sheets beneath you.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, his chin slick and shiny, a string of your juices clinging to his lower lip. “Shit, you taste even better when you come” he rasps, voice wrecked, before diving back in, kissing your throbbing clit with a sloppy smack. Your hands grab the sheets, a sob catching in your chest as he keeps going, pushing you past the edge into that dizzying, unbearable haze. What a way to start your birthday

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[pixiestickfics]

within the middle of the night

pairing? piers x fairy type trainer!reader

wc; 580

tags; fluff, piers typical insomnia, reader has a sylveon because who doesnt love sylveon? this is so sweet it made my teeth ache writing it. piers' middle of the night sleepless thoughts. Small amount of they/them used, mostly you/yours, soft piers even if he doesn't want to admit it

fic below the cut for space ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Piers wasn’t a soft man, he was a gym leader, the second strongest. He’d never be considered “soft”, nor would the thought of him going soft plague anybody’s mind as much as it did his.

From the day he had seen the fairy type trainer approach him in his gym, he couldn’t deny the way his heart sped up a little, or palms became a bit sweaty as he held onto the mic stand for a second too long. Watching them effortlessly guide their sylveon throughout the battle, the bond between the trainer and the fox-like pokemon was clear.

He couldn’t deny that after that battle, after handing over the dark-type badge, he wanted to see them again. The way his heart would beat a bit faster when they were around was exhilarating, the way they would grin while they were battling because their sylveon would have the type advantage, the way they’d make sure to heal his pokemon themselves just to make his work a bit easier on him.

Arceus, he was a lost cause, but that didn’t make him soft.

Even as he laid here, said trainer fast asleep, cuddled up to him like he was a stuffed animal, their sylveon curled up behind their legs. He was laying awake on his side, one hand carding through your hair as he could feel the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed. He was having a hard time falling asleep,]so instead he focused on you.

The way your hair felt against his fingers, the sound of your quiet breathing. All the little details about the scene he was currently in made it feel like this was where he truly belonged, with you by his side, in his arms.

In moments like this, his mind would wander a bit. Wandering back to their first date, back to those lazy days from before he had retired, from the days where he felt like it was impossible to leave the house, even on a day off. All of those memories had one common factor, you, the fairy type trainer currently clinging to him in their sleep. All of them involve you.

Even now, when you were sleeping so peacefully in his arms, one hand in your hair. Whenever you stirred, he’d pause, his hand continuing the motion of running through your hair as he pressed a kiss against your forehead, beginning to quietly hum. 

He’d quickly learnt humming was a good way to lull you back to sleep, one of the first nights you’d spent over in fact. He could vividly remember that night, both you and him were having a hard time sleeping, adjusting positions what seemed like every five minutes, so after about an hour of the cycle, he pulled you to his chest and began quietly humming. He’d realized humming could be effective at lulling some people to sleep when Marnie was young, so he just acted on his instinct at that moment, and judging by how quickly you had finally fallen asleep and the small snores coming from you, it was effective.

He’d always remember that night. Sure, once he realized what he had done his heart was practically beating out of his chest, but hearing you finally get some sleep after an hour or two of tossing and turning made it worth it.

Okay, maybe he was a bit soft for you.. but he didn’t mind as much as he would’ve thought he would've.

[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: chocolate || jegulily waiting for a child || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 580

“Is that all we need?‘’ James asks, keeping his hands on the full basket of groceries in front of him.

Regulus, next to him, carefully looks at the grocery list on his phone, checking off each item. Finally, he says, “There's only chocolate left.”

“Chocolate?” James asks in surprise.

Don't get him wrong, he'll never turn down chocolate. But when he turns his eyes back to the full basket, he has no trouble finding at least a dozen other types of sweets in the pile - terramisu, sweet cheese, berry cheesecake, tangerine cheesecake, eclairs, waffles, chocolate chip cookies, marzipan candies, chocolate covered dried plums (an absolute crime if you ask James), a jar of peanut butter, gummy bears. A few more colorful packages are buried deep under the fruits and fish.

“Did I miss something? Are we getting ready for another two-week lockdown?”

Regulus' gaze is directed at him from under his thick eyebrows. “It's for Lily,” he says, as if it were the most obvious thing that doesn't need to be explained.

“…Oh,” James realizes belatedly. “I didn't hear her ask to add all that to the list.”

“She didn't.” Regulus walks confidently toward the chocolate bar counter. James tries to keep up with his basket. “You know, she doesn't ask for anything at all anymore. It's like she's got the stubbornness of two people now - I wouldn't be surprised if the baby turns out to be the same.”

“The pot calling the kettle…” James says under his breath, hoping that Regulus won't hear him while he's looking at the different types of chocolate.

He settles on three - with nuts, with a layer of milk cream, and pure dark chocolate.

“How do you know what she wants?” James feels like a fool for asking this question. Of course he knows what his wife likes, but half of the products in the basket look strange and unfamiliar to him. Again, why the hell a dried plum in there?

“I don't know.” Regulus shrugs his shoulders. “But neither does Lily. One minute she's asking for chocolate milk in her cereal, and ten minutes later she's dying to eat cheese and ham toast. So it would be useful to have everything at once, don't you think?”

James just sighs heavily and agrees. Pregnancy isn't something that should tire him out - after all, he's not the one growing a whole new organism, a new person. However, since Lily quit her job due to the necessary rest in the second trimester, and Regulus also reduced his workload to stay at home with her almost always, James has taken over the financial support of the family. And they are not really in need, but as a future father he wants the best for his partners and child, so now he spends more time at work than he would like. And the saddest part is not the fatigue or burnout, but how much he misses. All his dreams of caring for his pregnant wife and having a magical home atmosphere are getting dusty because of the work he's been putting himself through.

“James?” comes from his side.

Regulus is already at the end of the aisle, on his way to the checkout, and James has completely lost track of reality. With his mind racing, his eyes are fixed on the package of caramel-filled chocolate.

Shaking his head to clear his head, he adds another bar of chocolate to the basket and follows his husband.

[flofaiiry]

why him? ; pope cody x reader

warnings: swearing, probably ooc pope & j

wc: ~580

i am so so sorry if this is extremely ooc for pope or j, i'm basing them off of the two episodes i've watched and a bunch of pope fanfic i've read! i'm imagining this taking place right at the beginning of the show (seeing as that's all ive watched!!)

"i dont want this to come across as like..." josh trails off, searching for the words so as to not offend you, "like, rude or whatever?" he squints, trying not to cringe at how awkward he's being. you smile, "spit it out, kid, i won't be offended."

he takes a beat, slowly nodding before he continues. "why are you..." he glances back to andrew standing inside the house, before turning back to you. "why are you with him?" you raise your eyebrows, "him? you mean andrew?" josh nods, "pope, yeah- andrew i guess."

you cant help but laugh. the sound mostly leaving as forced exhales through your nose. "yeah i guess we're not really alike at all, huh." josh shakes his head, "no, you're definitely not." a small smile coming on his face, now knowing you didn't take his question the wrong way.

you take a sec, honestly thinking about the answer. why were you: college educated, career woman, from a good family, with andrew pope cody of all people. you understood how the question could come up.

you shrug.

"why is anyone with anyone," you smirk. trying to sound philosophical, while also dodging the question. josh just stares at you, not quite getting the sarcasm. you sigh. "to be honest, j? i couldn't tell you why." you admit. "i don't know that there's a reason... i just-," another sigh, collecting your thoughts now.

"i know he's not everyone's cup of tea," you start. "i know he's a lot for some people, i know people don't really get him, i know he can be scary at first..." you're practically rambling now. "i know he's got a staring habit," you tease, earning a laugh from josh, "yeah he definitely does. that shit is unsettling as hell," he admits and you laugh, nodding. "it one hundred percent is but- you'll get used to it i swear."

"really though, j, why is anyone with anyone," you circle back to your earlier point, once filled with sarcasm, now an actual question. "why are you with your girlfriend?" you counter, not trying to deflect, just... curious.

he shrugs. "makes me happy." he says matter-of-factly, "i don't know, she just... gets me." you smile. "exactly."

"is andrew a little... weird? absolutely he is. he's probably the strangest, most complicated person i've ever met but... when i'm with him? when it's just us? god, it's..." you try to find the words to describe how being with andrew makes you feel, but decide to use josh's own.

"he gets me," you say simply, "and i get him."

josh nods slowly, "i guess that's all you need, right? someone that gets you." you smile, "yeah it really is."

"what's all you need?" andrew asks as he emerges from the house, walking over to where you and josh sit on a couch by the pool.

"someone that gets you." you repeat, smiling at your boyfriend while he sits down beside you and drapes his arm across your shoulder. "kid was asking for relationship advice. told him all you need is someone that gets you. the rest will just... fall into place." you fill him in. it's not entirely a lie, but it's enough for andrew not to ask anymore questions.

"uh huh," andrew hums, "got my someone right here." he pulls you into him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you smile.

for the first time, in this moment, josh thinks he might be understanding why you two are together.

[hwsing]

I’m very curious about any NSFW Headcanons/takes you have for Canada. 👀

sex, eh?

notes: 18+, reader is gender neutral and i don’t think reader’s genitals are mentioned. includes: canada (matthew williams). as always, reblogs are appreciated!

cw: this is more babbling than anything else; verse! matthew, outdoors sex, hair pulling, dick description. wc: about 580. not proof read. not much comes to mind for this lad but please feel free to request anything about him!

it’s so interesting to me that so many people want this man because he is so unfuckable to me its hilarious. i have to really put on my thinking cap here, but, i do think matthew is genuinely quite a giving partner. i also get the impression of him that he does like to dom (soft dom lets be clear). its a bit of a stereotype these days i think, but he seems like the type to enjoy that sort of dynamic since he can often feel overlooked in his day to day life.

despite that, i feel like he has iffy feelings on brats. he’s not the most kinky guy out there to begin with, so declining/training/ god forbid punishing is a ways outside his comfort zone. he’d much prefer to just make you feel good. now, if you reallllllly want to experiment in the more brat side of things, he’ll try a bit, but again, don’t expect anything particularly hardcore. at best, he’ll be manhandling you. when it comes to how he touches you, though, he’d rather give you sweet, open mouthed kisses down your chest to stomach!

really really really likes when his hair is tugged on. whether it it’s when you’re kissing or he’s giving you head, he just loves the little tugs to his roots. it’s a bit grounding, really; the blond is prone to overthinking and getting lost in his own thoughts. in a way, you’re yanking him back down, forcing him to focus more on the here and now.

public sex is a no go, but… outdoors sex?? this is by no means a habit of his, but if you two are camping……….. he prefers to camp by your own means rather than just. use an overcrowded campsite, so it’s not like anyone is really going to be around. with the thick forest as your walls of protection, why not get up to a bit of fun? he honestly really likes it, even if you’re only willing to do it inside the tent. although, if you’re willing to fuck against a tree, he’s more than happy to oblige!

he’s got pretty good stamina. he’s worked in the outdoors most of his life — he’s very fit. not particularly bulking, but muscular and somewhat lean. eats a good diet too. he lasts quite a while to begin with, but can go a few rounds as well! usually caps off at max two though, unless you specifically ask for more. he has a hard time saying no to you in most contexts,, he can’t help it, he thinks you’re so cute :(

still a verse at the end of the day, and if you try to take the reigns, he’s not going to put up much of a fight. again, he has a hard time denying you; quite literally putty in your hands if you decide to dom.

i dont imagine him very noisy in the bedroom. mostly soft and small moans and groans, some whimpering when he’s close. he’s not silent but not talkative either. he’s inclined to sing your praises and all that, but quietly, only for you to hear. that, and he can get a bit embarrassed by speaking so intimately, so it’s just easier for him to say it softly lolol.

this feels kinda bland so here’s a small treat: i’d guess he’s about 6.8”, trims quite close and very hygienic. slightly thick but not so much so that it’s pose a problem. very sensitive.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

yay i cant wait so excited i have been waiting for a while to read this fic. its loki or tony!

fem!plus size reader. wc: 580.

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | i must admit that the plot got away from me on this one, the fluffiness practically poured out of my fingertips. it's been a while since i've written for loki, but it is always a pleasure doing so. thank you for your request!!

cw! insecure fic <3

Being with Loki made you nervous, and not in the way that many people would think. 

He didn’t make you feel threatened nor was he mean, it was just that most of the time you’re around him you can’t help but sink into your head like quicksand. 

Why did he choose you when he had so many other options? Was he settling? What did other people think when they saw you guys together? Your stream of thought was almost laughable, because you knew that Loki didn’t care about what you looked like or anything trivial like that.

“What’s wrong, my love?” 

Your eyelashes fluttered, breaking your dissociative state. “Hm?” You hummed. 

“I asked you what’s wrong.” His tone was forever patient, his fingertips were feather light against the skin of your arm.

You were tucked into his side, the mood of your room domestic as a television show played pointlessly in the background. Loki was never really interested in human delicacies such as at home entertainment, he would much rather spend his free time with you.

“Oh… I’m just thinking.” Your voice was dismissive, almost like what you were saying didn’t really matter, which wasn’t true in the slightest because your boyfriend hung off of every word you said, committing it to memory.

He never forgot human holidays like christmas, birthdays or anniversaries, because those types of things mattered to you – and unfortunately he had to figure that out the hard way – but you bet your ass he never forgot it again.

“Please tell me what’s on your mind, dove.” Loki nuzzles his nose into your temple, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face. A shiver shoots itself up your spine, and the sensation makes you melt in his arms. Leave it up to him to basically pry whatever he wanted out of you.

“I don’t know. It’s stupid.” You shrug. “Nothing you say will ever be stupid.” You groan and curl into him deeper. “Fine. I just… I’m getting into that weird place in my head, you know? Like… it feels like no matter how many times you reassure me that I’m gorgeous and all this other super sweet stuff, none of it sticks. It’s like my brain can’t believe it.”

Loki sits there in silence for a moment, stewing on your words before speaking. He knew how sensitive this topic was for you, and though he was the God of Mischief, he would never make a mockery of your struggles.

“I understand you, darling. I know that through your years of being on earth, many humans haven’t been kind to you, and I out of everyone know what it feels like to be different, but –” He hooks a finger under your chin and coaxes you to look at him. 

Though your gaze is shy, you steele yourself despite the way that your cheeks heat under his touch.

“I can assure you that I have not chosen to be with you to make a mockery of you. I am with you because you are beautiful. Your soul sings to me, my dove. You are kind and your heart is unyielding. You are true to yourself and others. That is what makes you shine.”

You feel unshed tears burn behind your waterline and you scoff wetly, but you can’t fight the smile that inevitably breaks out on your face.

“Loki?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I love you.”

He laughs, and his chest rumbles with the joyous tune.

“I love you too.”

© ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused .ᐟ

[wonbinini]

Ur bf Juyeon can’t stop kissing you 💌

genre: fluff

wc: 580 words

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You should’ve known better than to tease Juyeon.

It started as an innocent joke—one you hadn’t thought through before saying it out loud.

“You must be obsessed with me, Juyo,” you teased, laughing as Juyeon stole yet another kiss while you were trying to type something on your phone. “You can’t go five minutes without kissing me, can you?”

You meant it playfully, but the way he suddenly paused, tilting his head with an unreadable expression, sent a shiver down your spine.

“Oh?” he mused, stepping closer. “You think I’m obsessed, Angel?”

Your breath hitched when his hands found your waist, tugging you closer, his touch firm but teasing. His gaze flickered down to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“Maybe I am.”

Before you could react, he was kissing you again. But this time, it wasn’t just a quick peck—it was deep, slow, and intoxicating. His lips moved against yours with practiced ease, as if he was savoring the moment.

You barely had a chance to breathe before he pulled back just an inch, his lips hovering over yours. “Should I stop Angel?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Your pride told you to say yes, to challenge him. But your body betrayed you when your fingers clutched at the fabric of his shirt.

“I knew it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours before pressing another lingering kiss, his hands sliding up to cup your face. “You love this.”

You scoffed, trying to fight the smile threatening to form. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you’re terrible at pretending you don’t want more.” His thumb traced slow circles against your cheek as he leaned in again, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to the corner of your lips. “Admit it.”

“Admit what?” you managed to say, though your voice wavered when his lips trailed down to your jawline.

“That you like when I do this,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss below your ear. “And this.” Another kiss, this time on your collarbone, just above the neckline of your sweater.

Your breath hitched, and he pulled back slightly, watching you with that signature smirk that made your knees weak.

“You’re impossible,” you grumbled, trying to sound unaffected.

Juyeon just chuckled, his hands slipping down to your waist again. “And yet, here you are… still in my arms.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he lifted you onto the counter effortlessly, slotting himself between your legs. The sudden closeness made your pulse race.

“Angel, you can pretend all you want,” he murmured, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your thigh. “But we both know you like it when I can’t stop kissing you.”

You swallowed hard, determined not to let him win this time. “Fine. Maybe I do.”

Juyeon grinned, his eyes lighting up. “I knew it.”

Before you could say anything else, his lips were back on yours, kissing you with a new kind of urgency. His hands roamed over your sides, pulling you even closer as if he never wanted to let go.

And maybe he didn’t.

Maybe he really was obsessed with you.

But as you melted into the kiss, fingers tangling in his hair, you realized something—

You didn’t mind one bit.

[gragrace]

He's Home

Summary: Spencer meets GN!Reader back at their apartment after being released from prison.

WC: 580

AN: short cute drabble. Send me some requests college is taking over my life rn xxxx

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The door creaked open, and Y/N glanced up from the book they were pretending to read. The weight of the last few months hung heavily in the air, and they could sense the exhaustion etched on Spencer Reid's face. His eyes met theirs, a mixture of relief and vulnerability flashing in those familiar hazel orbs. 

"Hey," Y/N murmured, setting the book aside and rising from the couch. They took a few steps toward him, and Spencer's gaze softened as he closed the door behind him. 

"Hey," he replied, his voice carrying the weariness of the world. Without a word, Y/N enveloped him in a tight embrace. Spencer hesitated for a moment before allowing himself to be held, the hard exterior he had built up during his time in prison beginning to crumble. 

Y/N felt the tension in Spencer's shoulders, the weight he carried, and they gently rubbed soothing circles on his back. The silence between them spoke volumes, the unspoken understanding of the challenges he had faced and the toll it had taken. 

"I missed you," Spencer whispered, his voice barely audible. 

Y/N pulled back slightly, cupping his face with both hands. "I missed you too, Spencer. It's okay now. You're home." 

Home. The word hung in the air, carrying a profound significance. Y/N led Spencer to the couch, urging him to sit down. He complied, and as Y/N joined him, they could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the walls crumbling as he let down his guard. 

The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner. Y/N waited patiently, knowing that Spencer needed time to process, to release the emotions he had bottled up for so long. 

And then, it started – a quiet tremor in his shoulders, a hitch in his breath. The floodgates opened, and Spencer Reid, the brilliant profiler with an intellect unmatched, allowed himself to be vulnerable. He buried his face in Y/N's shoulder, his grip on them tightening. 

Tears escaped from his closed eyes, silent witnesses to the turmoil he had endured. Y/N whispered soothing words, offering comfort and understanding. It was a moment of catharsis, a release of the pain and trauma he had accumulated during those challenging months. 

"I thought I could handle it all," Spencer admitted, his voice breaking. "But it's just been... so difficult." 

Y/N continued to hold him, offering a safe haven amidst the storm. "You don't have to be strong all the time, Spencer. It's okay to let it out. You're not alone." 

He nodded, unable to find words as the weight of his experiences unfolded in the safety of Y/N's embrace. Time seemed to lose its significance as they navigated the uncharted territory of healing. 

Eventually, the storm within Spencer subsided, leaving behind a sense of raw vulnerability. Y/N gently pulled back, wiping away the tears that stained his cheeks. Spencer met their gaze, gratitude and exhaustion lingering in his eyes. 

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. 

Y/N offered a tender smile. "Always, Spencer. I'm here for you. Home is where you can be yourself, walls down and all." 

As they sat together in the quiet aftermath, the warmth of the shared moment enveloped them. Home was not just a place; it was the solace found in each other's arms, a refuge from the trials of the world. Spencer Reid, once burdened by the weight of his experiences, now found a sanctuary in the unwavering support of Y/N. 

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Mwah!💌

[itsmeatballworld]

mine all mine.

pairing: mike franks x reader

wc: 580

a/n: no thoughts or plot, just mike franks brainrot <3 short and sweet!

Mike stumbled into the living room after drinks at Daly’s Tavern and caught you in the same spot he left you: on the couch with papers scattered across the coffee table, trying to crack an old cold case.

He paused at the entry way and rubbed his eyes like he’d seen a ghost. "Hun, you still up?"

"I can't sleep. This case is eating me alive." He planted himself next to you, pausing a second to take in the scene like he was in the field. No matter the time of day or the state of sobriety, Mike was always ready to work a crime scene.

“Still on the Sullivan disappearance?”

You nod. “I can’t get anywhere with it. It’s like the marine just vanished into thin air. No leads. No evidence. Every single possibility was disproven.”

Mike hummed, brushing his knee against yours as he leaned in closer. “Well…do what I do when it’s been a long day with no leads: put the papers down,” Mike took each stack off your lap and topped off the last bare spot on the coffee table, “and get some shut eye.”

He wasn’t wrong. You knew sleep could help clear your eyes and even cure the migraine pecking at the back of your skull. But it’s been weeks of nothing new and you were itching to find the marine.

You closed your eyes. “You know what? You’re right. I could use a shower and some sleep.” As you stretched out your legs, Mike glanced down at your lap.

“Are you gonna finish that?”

You looked down to where his hand hovered above the plate you forgot was still on your lap. He was eyeing the last untouched curly fry and quarter of a sandwich.

You grinned, pushing the paper plate towards him. “No, go ahead.” It was a moment of ‘eyes bigger than your stomach’ and you’d been contemplating eating it for fifteen minutes. “There’s half a Cuban sandwich in the fridge too.”

He hums between bites of the crispy batter. “Mhm, honey, you got my favorites.”

“Helps when we like the same things.”

Mike Franks turns to you and his soft honey brown eyes scan across your face. You knew you were tired and it definitely showed, but the way he was watching you? He looked like he wanted to hoist you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom. How he could go from business to pleasure in seconds should be studied.

He leaned back and sighed. “Baby…what would I do without you?”

“Starve?” You say playfully, trying to take a break from the case and work for a second. It was time you relaxed – even if it’s only for an hour before sunrise. He smirked and tossed the plate onto the pile of papers.

“Damn right.” Mike leaned in, wrapping one arm around your waist before he pulled and had you straddling his hips in seconds. You loved the way he wanted to be next to you, day or night, work or home.

He didn’t stop there, lifting you up as he moved off the couch. He kept you tight to his waist as he walked slowly around the living room. “You’re my girl.”

“Oh, am I?” Teasing. It was what you two were good at.

“Mhm, darlin’.” Mike’s lips grazed yours. He splayed his fingers across your backside, racking up the shirt you wore in one swift motion.

“Mine. All. Mine."

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a/n 2.0: pls I need more of him!!! This show has me in a chokehold rn

[landoscar-f1]

Too Sweet for Me - Chp 01

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pairing: CS55 x fem!reader, eventual!OP81 x fem!reader genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, smut chapter warnings: relationship anxiety, distrust, hints of carlos possibly cheating (pls lmk if i missed anything!) ch 01 wc: ~580

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Carlos was the embodiment of a BookTok boyfriend, at least in the years of your friendship and the first few years of your relationship.

But things started to go downhill about… two years ago.

“Carlos, do you want to go out with Lily and i? Alex is going too,” you yelled to the man sitting on the couch, engrossed in his phone.

“No, hermosa, you go. I’ll stay home for some sim work,” he yelled back at you.

“You’ve been doing sim work all week, love. Take a break, the season’s already ended. Fred should give you a bit of a break now, shouldn’t he?” you asked, coming out of your shared bedroom.

“I know, amor, but the break doesn’t mean I’m free from work. They need to get some sim data for the car next season.” Carlos had walked over without you noticing, and you jumped a bit when he kissed your neck. “You should go, take a break from your work and have fun with Lily and Alex.”

You forced a smile and nodded. “Alright, if you insist. But you owe me a night out, okay?”

“Of course, I do,” he said, his eyes briefly flickering with something you couldn’t quite place.

As you got ready, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It wasn’t the first time Carlos had opted out of plans. In fact, it had become a pattern. You glanced at your reflection, trying to push the doubts away. Maybe he really was just busy.

Later that evening, at the bar with Lily and Alex, you found it hard to stay present. Your mind kept wandering back to Carlos, alone at home. Or was he?

“Hey, you okay?” Lily’s voice broke through your thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, forcing a laugh. “Just tired, I guess.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Carlos working late again?”

You sighed. “Yeah, he’s been buried in sim work for weeks.”

Lily exchanged a glance with Alex. “You deserve a break too, you know. Maybe a weekend getaway? Just the two of you?”

“Maybe,” you said, though you weren’t sure if a getaway would fix what was starting to feel like a growing distance between you and Carlos.

When you got home, the apartment was dark except for the glow of Carlos’s laptop. He was asleep on the couch, his phone beside him. You picked it up to move it, and the screen lit up with a notification from a name you didn’t recognize.

You hesitated, heart pounding. You knew you shouldn’t invade his privacy, but curiosity got the better of you. You clicked on the message.

It was nothing explicit, but the familiarity in the words made your stomach churn.

“Can’t wait to see you again.”

Your mind raced with possibilities. Who was this person? Why had Carlos never mentioned them? The doubt that had been gnawing at you now seemed to have a name.

You put the phone back down and took a deep breath. You needed to talk to Carlos, but not tonight. Not when you were this emotional. You needed to gather your thoughts, figure out how to approach this without jumping to conclusions.

As you climbed into bed, you glanced at Carlos, still asleep on the couch. The man who once made you feel like the luckiest person in the world now filled you with uncertainty. And as you stared at the ceiling, you wondered if your relationship could survive this storm.

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