#the common thread is the pink eyes and lips

[wolfythewitch]

Aphrodite

#THIS WAS. A STRUGGLE #anyways yeah she can look like anyone thank you for coming to my tedtalk #the common thread is the pink eyes and lips #the middle one is the design ill be using if i need to draw her standalone #tagamemnon #greek mythology #aphrodite #art #digital art #character design #i think

[thelampisaflashlight]

To Take Care

[Dew being soft. That's it, that's the whole fic.] Below the cut.

Dew settles into one of the plush, leather armchairs in the ghouls' common room, the one that sags a little when anyone sits in it, the springs so pressed down they awkwardly cradle his form instead of pressing back.

The bump of his head against the backrest elicits a groan, from the chair or his own mouth, no one could tell, even Dew himself, and he's certain he felt the air pass through his lips.

He's the kind of tired that leaves his whole body feeling like a heavy, immovable lump, and, in spite of that, he's carried himself quite well up until this point.

Mountain calls it a "boots off" situation; When you sit down, suddenly you don't have the energy to get back up.

Any and all motivation is gone.

Boots off.

Left by the door.

Not going back on.

...Barring an emergency of course.

With a long, deep sigh, Dew feels himself sink deeper into the thinning material, eyes half shut as he uses a fragment of his willpower to turn his arm over to examine a stray thread between his finger tips.

He could sleep like this.

He really could.

But he fights it, biting back a yawn as he surveys the room.

The new kids are asleep; Aeon on the couch, his lithe body stretched selfishly across the entire thing, while Aurora is tucked into a ball on the loveseat, pressed so tightly against the upholstery Dew knows it'll leave a mark on her face.

Despite the protests of his knees, Dew stands, stretching slightly, before popping the top off of a nearby ottoman and pulling out a couple of neatly folded knit blankets from inside.

He takes a moment to knead the material, remembering when Cumulus had asked him to come along with her to pick out the yarn she was going to use to make it.

"You'll probably use it the most, so you should decide." she'd said, and she wasn't wrong.

Back then, he had only recently transitioned from water to fire, and his body had decided that anything short of an oven wasn't warm enough for him anymore; Essentially, with everything being comparatively cooler than him, he got chilly quite easy.

How and why that was -and still is- the case, even Dew isn't sure, but having a blanket or two ready and available was always a good thing, and the fact that it was handmade made it even better.

He sniffs the fabric and hums softly.

Even after years of use and several trips through the wash, it still smells a bit like Cumulus' perfume.

The other blanket is a heavy thing, bought on tour years ago from some chain store in America when they'd needed to scavenge some extra supplies for the bus.

It's an unfortunate bedpan pink, it's big and can be folded to add a little extra weight across your body.

He weighs the two blankets in his arms before setting about covering the two sleeping ghouls.

Aurora snuggles easily into the fluffy white knit of the blanket Cumulus made, her lips turning upwards in her sleep, but doesn't wake.

Aeon, however, blinks up at Dew, purple eyes peaking through his lashes as the watches the older ghoul layer the blanket over him.

He doesn't say anything at first, letting Dew tuck him in, but mumbles his thanks when the other is done.

"Go back to sleep." is all Dew says in return, returning to his chair.

Now.

Now he can sleep.

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #something something someone get him a blanket too

[bussyslayer333]

Take it

summary: jake seresin is the worst best friend in the world.

pairing: jake seresin x best friend!reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smut, face sitting, jake sucks but makes up for it hehe, MDNI 18+

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You hated Jake Seresin.

That wasn’t true, but it was much easier to say that. To tell the wholehearted truth you were pretty sure you’d been in love with him since the day you met him a year and a bit ago. (1 year 5 months and 12 days if we’re getting specific).

You were on a bar crawl for one of your friends birthdays the day you met, everyone dressed as either sexy cowgirls or sexy aliens. Jake had taken an interest in your hot pink cowgirl hat and daisy dukes that left little to the imagination.

“Howdy, cowgirl.” He had drawled, making you giggle girlishly in your drunken state.

“Wow, a real life cowboy!” You had slurred, flicking at his toned chest.

Jake steadied you as you wobbled, inebriated, on your heeled cowgirl boots.

“Easy, tiger,” he murmured as you slumped against him, drawing circles on his pecs.

Jake was the one to take you home that night, nothing had happened, but he had made sure you got home safe once all your friends had dispersed. It was that nurturing nature of his that you wished so dearly for other people to see, and it often left you wondering what would have happened if your hadn’t drank that last vodka cranberry before you made your way to the Hard Deck.

“Open wide kitty!” Jake laughs, trying to stick your toothbrush in your mouth.

You groan from where you’re sat on your bathroom counter, nursing what felt like your worst hangover yet. It was a common occurrence for Jake to sleep at your apartment after a night out, just as common for him to share your bed.

You finally opened your mouth so Jake could stick your toothbrush in, you stared into his green eyes with a somewhat lovesick expression as he brushed your teeth for you. It was far too intimate for two people who labelled themselves ‘best friends’.

But that’s how it always seemed to be with Jake, toeing a line, will they won’t they. Ultimately, you figured Jake just wasn’t into you.

“Spit.” Jake tapped your cheek, happy with his brushing job.

He held your hair back as you spat into the sink,

“I’m not a baby,” you whined, climbing onto him so he could take you to your couch.

Jake laughed at your whinging, “Stop acting like one then.”

You went to dispute him again but realised your position; hanging off of him like a baby koala. Instead you make a little ‘hmmph’ noise and smush you’re face into the side of his neck. You finally feel his body dip onto your couch and look up from where you’re perched on his lap.

It’s unfair that he can look so good after so little sleep. Your eyes rake down his bare chest, biting your lip subconsciously.

“I’m not a piece of meat kitty.”

You roll your eyes, smacking his hard chest, “Shut up.”

Jake’s smirking down at you, there’s nothing he loves more than riling you up.

“If you want me you can just tell me darlin’, I know I’m irresistible.”

Your eyes must see more of the back of your head than the world round you, you reach for Jake’s ray bans that he discarded on your coffee table last night and balance them on your face. You pout in pose slightly for Jake to see.

Jake’s heart twangs slightly watching you giggle on top of him, draped in his shirt and now wearing his sunglasses. Truth be told, Jake was head over heels for you.

“How do I look?” You question with a giggle.

The last thing you expected in answer was Jake to surge forward and kiss you. His lips melded with yours like nothing you’ve ever felt before, it was all the pent emotions and words unspoken all wrapped up under the guise of a kiss. He tasted minty like your toothpaste that he always steals. You’re hand threads through the bottom of his hair at the base of his neck and it finally seems to rouse him. He pulls back and looks at you with wide eyes, pushing his sunglasses up to the top of your head.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be,” You whine breathlessly.

Jake takes this as a sign and cups your face with both hands, connecting your lips once again. It’s messy and your hands are running through his hair haphazardly. Just as Jake slips his tongue into your mouth, his phone begins to ping in his pocket. You pull back with a giggle and watch Jake groan, the texts are from Bradley. It’s his birthday today and Jake is supposed to be with him before you go out again tonight for more celebrations.

chicken 😒

where are you????

get ur ass here rn

i will literally fart on your pillow if u don’t hurry up

do u want to have pink eye bagman?

You’re still laughing at the texts when Jake pipes up,

“This man is 35 and threatening to fart on my pillow.”

When you finally manage to kick Jake out 20 minutes later, he’s giving you one final kiss before he’s out the door.

“See you later pretty girl.”

You peck him quickly again, “Bye cowboy.”

Whilst getting ready for Bradley’s birthday drinks you find your mind consistently wandering to Jake. Will he like what you’re wearing? He likes when you put shimmery eyeshadow on, right? Is he gonna tell everyone about you? Are you his girlfriend now?

The last question makes your stomach flutter in excitement. Surely you weren’t just friends anymore. Once you finished the final touches on your makeup you slip on your mini skirt,pull your strappy top over your head and bend down to pull your wedges on. You slide your lipgloss into your purse and decide you’re ready to go.

When you get to the Hard Deck you can already see Phoenix and Bob giggling on a bench outside, nursing a few beers. When they see you they call you over with a wave,

“Hey babe!” Phoenix smiles lazily, you’re pretty sure she’s been here a while.

You kiss her and Bob on the cheek and pipe up, “Have you guys seen Jake?”

They both share a giggle and a knowing look, “Lover boy is inside.” Phoenix chuckles.

You roll your eyes at your two friends who are giggling like school girls and step into the bar, scanning the area for Jake. You first catch sight of Bradley and quickly jog over to wish him a happy birthday.

“Hey birthday boy!” You cheer, as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“Hey gorgeous,” Bradley’s cheeks are already rouged from the alcohol he’s consumed.

You pull a card from your purse that you couldn’t resist giving to Bradley, his eyes light up as you hand it over to him. He all but tears it open to find a card with a cartoon chicken wearing a party hat on it, he snorts and mumbles “rooster” then opens it to read your sweet little message. Once he’s finished reading he places a wet kiss on your cheek and whispers,

“No one else got me a card.” You frown slightly but realise that none of the team seem the type really.

Rooster corrects himself, “Bob did, and Mav and Penny. But yours is the best.”

You sigh in relief, Bob loved birthday cards and you would have been shocked had Rooster not received one from him.

“I’m glad you like it Bradley.”

Bradley’s arm is still wrapped around your waist and he squeezes you in acknowledgment.

“Drinks?” You question and Bradley smiles,

“Definitely.”

You make you way over to the bar top, still scanning what seemed to be a doubled crowd for Jake’s form.

Penny catches your eye and mouths “The usual?” and you nod, eyes still searching.

That’s when you spot the back of his head on the opposite side of the bar, and a female hand raking through the short hair at the nape of his neck. You crane your head around enough to see that the female hand is connected to a body whose lips are connected to Jake’s. Nausea is the only thing you feel, you’re frozen in place gawking at Jake and his gorgeous new friend. When Jake pulls back from the kiss he meets your widened eyes immediately. He feels guilt pool in his stomach, but quickly pushes it down. He saw you flirting with Bradley, who cares if he kisses someone else. The guilt comes back as he watches you rush out quickly.

You can feel Jake following after you but you don’t have the heart to turn back. It’s only when you stumble slightly on the gravelled parking lot of the Hard Deck that Jake catches up to you.

“Kitty, wait!”

You roll your eyes with much more venom than he’s ever seen as you turn around to face him, Jake’s stomach drops when he sees the tears pooling in your lash line.

“Just go back Jake, I’m sure if you’re quick that girl will still be waiting.”

It’s Jake’s turn to roll his eyes, “Sure and I’ll go find Bradley for you.”

“What?”

“I saw you with him earlier.”

“It’s his birthday Jake!”

“He kissed you!”

“On the cheek! How many times has he done that to you?”

Jake recalls all the drunken cheek kisses from Bradley he’s been on the receiving end of. He’s a very affectionate lump when he wants to be.

“Fuck, kitty wait!”

You’re already back to your car by the time Jake has pulled himself out of his thoughts. Jake watches you drive off feeling like a prize idiot.

When he walks back into the Hard Deck Bradley is onto him immediately, asking where you went. He’s heavy on Jake, clearly enjoying all the drinks he’s been bought with his birthday boy badge on.

“I miss her.” Bradley whines into Jake’s ear.

“Me too.”

The next day when you wake up, you somehow feel worse than how you usually feel with a hangover. The embarrassment and hurt from last night flooding your whole body.

You spend the first half of the morning moping around your apartment in your pyjamas. It’s just gone 12 when you hear the buzzer for your apartment ring. You groan aloud, not moving and willing that the person at your door just goes away. However, your phone screen lights up with a text from Bradley.

bradbrad

open the door smh

i know ur in there

You roll your eyes but let a small smile grace your face. At least it wasn’t Jake. You look through your peephole to find Bradley stood in a hoodie and sweatpants with sunglasses on and a huge bouquet in his hands. Furrowing your eyebrows you open the door.

“Hey gorgeous,” he smiles kindly, walking into your apartment.

He flops down onto the couch and pushes his sunglasses onto his head, you giggle slightly at how tired his bloodshot eyes look.

“Geez, Brad you look dreadful.” You pat his shoulder, taking the spot next to him on your couch.

He grimaces, “and you look radiant as ever.” He flicks your mussed updo that you had clearly slept in.

“Yeah, okay, why are you here?” You tuck your legs under yourself.

Bradley nods to the huge bouquet of flowers taking up the space on his lap. They’re beautiful lilies with a pink card tucked into the wrapping, he hands them over to you and chuckles slightly as you try to hold them all.

“Sorry, can you take these again, let me get a vase.”

You shove the flowers back into Bradley’s hands and hunt down the large vase your mother had insisted you kept “in case a boy wanted to buy you flowers!”. You find it tucked beside one of your kitchen cabinets and fill it partly with water before returning to the living room. You place the vase on the coffee table and reach for the flowers, plucking the pink message card out before carefully placing the flowers into the vase.

The pink card has scrawl that you immediately recognise on it, it reads;

My best girl,

i’m sorry for being a dick

forgive me?

yours,

J xo

Hurt twinges in your chest at his messy handwriting and earnest words. It hurts because you know him well enough to figure that he means it and that he spent enough time at a florists to pick out your favourite flowers. But it hurts most to know that he still kissed someone who wasn’t you, purposefully to get back at you.

Bradley pats at your knee, waking you from your trance.

“He sent me with them, he was worried you wouldn’t even take them if he tried.”

You groan, “he’s such a dick!”

Bradley shrugs, as much as he would have once agreed with you, Bradley had never seen Jake so messed up about something. When he showed up at Bradley’s house at 8am with a huge bouquet of lilies Bradley had initially thought he was having some strange maladaptive dream, but when Jake started rambling about how he had fucked the one good thing in his life up, he knew it was serious.

“Hear him out?” Bradley tries cautiously.

Before you can roll your eyes Bradley speaks up again,

“You’re still coming to the beach tonight?”

You groan. You’d forgotten about the last day of Bradley’s birthday celebrations, a beach bonfire. You’d promised him you would be there weeks ago, it was surely too cruel to cancel on the day of.

“Sure, fine.”

Bradley squeezes you hand before standing up and heading towards the door,

“9pm. Be there in something skimpy!”

You flip him off as he lets himself out with a cackle.

The beach was busy when you arrived, probably everyone Bradley knew and their friends were there. Your stomach flip flopped and you considered spinning on your heel when you caught a glimpse of Jake’s silhouette but Phoenix spotted and called you over before you could make your swift exit.

She makes her way over to you with an apprehensive smile on her face, you figure Bradley told her what happened with Jake.

“Hey,” she links her arm into yours, her presence already settling your nerves.

“Hi,” You breathe out, allowing her to steer you towards the party.

Bradley catches sight of you and cheers loudly, grabbing everyone (including Jake’s) attention. It makes you cringe slightly but you straighten yourself out and smile at him.

“Hey gorgeous! You look great,” Bradley pulls you out of Phoenix’s grip and makes you do a little twirl.

It makes you feel a little silly but you’re mostly grateful that at least someone can appreciate your tiny bikini. Jake’s gaze is hot on your back, you can feel his eyes raking over you. Maybe it’s cruel for you to purposefully ignore him but the little devil on your shoulder reminds you that he deserves it.

Phoenix stays by your side all night, dancing and drinking and distracting you from Jake’s gaze. It works well until she’s pulled away from you by Bob and suddenly Jake’s by your side.

“Please can we talk?” Jake pleads in your ear.

He’s stood behind you, you can feel the heat from his body warming your back. You want nothing more than to lean back into him, be encapsulated by Jake. But, your will is strong and Jake had once told you he admired your pettiness so you stand your ground not to his surprise.

“Fuck off.”

Bit harsh, but nothing you know he can’t handle.

You turn to leave but he weaves his way in front of you, sad green eyes staring into you.

“Please, kitty.”

It’s unfair, how just looking at his face can make you crumble. Jake Seresin is a cruel, cruel man.

“Fine.”

You let Jake lead you further away from everyone, closer towards where everyone’s cars are parked. He sits down on the sand and looks up at you. You take a seat next to him, your bare leg knocking against his absentmindedly.

The tide has come in significantly and the way the waves lap idly at the sand in front of you helps to calm the nerves in your stomach.

“I’m sorry.” Jake whispers.

You raise your eyebrows at him, and Jake winces. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy but he thought the flowers were a nice touch.

“I know I fucked up, okay? I really like you darlin’, the type of like that I think is love but I’m too scared to say it because I somehow always fuck the good things in my life up.” Jake takes a deep breath, “and you’re the best thing, my best girl. I’m surprised you stuck around me so long, I know I deserve it but please don’t ignore me, it’s only been a day and I’m already losing my mind out here sweetheart.”

You sit in silence for a few seconds, processing Jake’s word vomit.

“Do you mean it?”

Jake looks at your side profile, studying every minuscule detail.

“Mean what?” He mumbles.

“You love me?”

Jake reaches a hand out, he grazes his knuckle along your cheekbone and sighs.

“More than anything.”

You hadn’t looked at him properly yet, worried he’d take pity on your sad face but his admission draws you in. Jake frowns at the sight of your glossy eyes and reaches his other hand forward so he can cradle your face.

“I’m so fucking sorry kitty.”

You giggle slightly and he quirks a brow, “You loooove me,” you tease with a watery voice.

Jake chuckles and leans in closer and closer until his lips are millimetres away from yours.

“Can I?” He asks.

You hum in mock consideration for a few seconds and Jake squeezes your cheeks into a pout. Finally you grace him with an answer.

“If you must.”

Jake’s lips are soft on yours. Tentative. Like he wants to do it right this time, showing you just how much he cares. It’s sweet and intoxicating but when his tongue traces your lower lip you pull back.

“You’re not forgiven just yet.”

Jake knew he wouldn’t be able to get way so easily, luckily he had a plan that would benefit the both of you.

He stands abruptly, taking your hand in his and guiding you up with him. He lets his hand drift to your waist and he plays with the strings of your bikini as he guides you towards the multitude of cars parked behind where you had just been sat. From the car park Bradley’s bonfire is a small beacon of light quite far away, so Jake isn’t too worried about someone walking in on what he plans to do.

When you realise you’re headed for Jake’s truck you halt in your walk,

“Can I go say goodbye to everyone before we leave?”

Jake smiles down at you before opening the back door to his truck, “We’re not leaving.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him as he helps you into the backseats of his truck. The way he’s smirking down at you fills your stomach with excitement.

Jake finally offers you an explanation, “I want to show you how sorry I am,” He reaches for the strings of your bikini bottoms once again, holding his hands against them, not quite undoing them just yet.

“Did you wear this for me?” He smirks.

You roll your eyes, “For Bradley.”

Jake scoffs pulling at the string on the left side of your bikini bottoms. They stay in place as he reaches for the other side but you raise your hand to signal him to stop. Jake leans back from you, head resting against the window.

“What do we say?” You tease at him.

Jake smiles at you, he likes you like this. Thinking you’re in charge. Jake pouts in mock confusion then spits out the magic word,

“Please, kitty.”

Your core clenches at the way Jake is staring down at you. You swallow before nodding, prompting Jake to reach for the other bikini string. He pulls at it slowly, mesmerised by the way it unravels. Once it’s fully undone you sit up on your knees and let the fabric slip off of you. Jake sucks in a breath as he finally catches sight of your pussy.

“Sit on my face.”

“What?” You giggle somewhat breathlessly.

Jake had never asked a girl to do that before, but looking at you in this moment he’s never been so sure of anything.

“Please.” He almost whines.

Jake’s desperation makes your stomach flip, a wave of arousal flooding through you. You reach forwards and crash your lips together, allowing his tongue entrance. Jake’s hands find their way to the back of your neck where strings hold together your bikini top. He has less patience this time, simply pulling at them until your breasts are free. He pulls back from the kiss to admire your naked form, instead of feeling self conscious Jake’s gaze makes you feel confident. Especially with how you can see his cock straining against his trunks.

Jake manœuvres himself as best he can so that his head is resting against one of the seats and he’s lying on his back, his hands resting on your waist as you straddle his chest. The feeling of his warm skin and sprinkling of chest hair is almost euphoric against you.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

“Never been more so.” Jake replies breezily, hands reaching out to palm at the fat of your ass.

You hum, moving upwards until your pussy is hovering over his mouth. Jake licks his lips at the sight of your glistening arousal, you can feel the vibration of every breath he takes against you. Jake’s hands move to pull you down onto his mouth and you reach a hand out onto the window to stable yourself.

Jake licks a stripe up your pussy, tongue flat. It makes you squeal in pleasure, other hand coming down to tangle into his hair. He makes kitten licks at your clit, swirling and then moving his tongue down to gather your juices. The movement makes your hips circle against him, riding his face. You worry slightly about smothering Jake, but you’re mind is wiped as he grips at your ass, pulling you down harder onto his mouth, moaning into your pussy at the taste of you.

His enthusiasm makes you giggle which is quickly turned into a squeak as Jake dips his tongue into your hole, nose nudging against your clit with every thrust. Jake fucks his tongue into you over and over again, making your eyes roll into the back of your head, moans spilling from your lips in a constant babble. The tight knot in your stomach beginning to form. Jake removes his tongue from your hole and starts to lick and swirl at your clit again, he moves one of his hands from the tight grip on your ass and brings it towards your hole. You can feel his middle finger tease your entrance before dipping in.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whimper as he uses his other hand to guide you in continuing to ride his face and hand. The knot in your stomach tightens as Jake moans loudly into your pussy. It gives you a sneaky feeling that he’s enjoying this as much as or maybe even more than you. He increases the speed at which he’s curling his finger inside of you and flicks at you clit with his tongue with renewed vigour, finally sending you over the edge.

You’re a moaning mess as white hot pleasure hits you, hips rolling erratically down onto Jake’s face and jerking upwards as he tries to continue his ministrations of licking up your juices. Jake finally lets his grip on your ass loosen and he pulls his finger from you, allowing you to move off of him and straddle against his waist. Jake hisses sensitively.

Your brows furrow and you look down to see a dark blue stain against Jake’s light blue swim trunks. A teasing smirk forms on your lips, but you can’t help the shock of arousal that shoots through you.

“Did you..?” You nod down to the incriminating patch.

Jake looks embarrassed for a second before recovering, “You taste and sound incredible kitty, can you blame me?”

You flush under his compliments and reach down to peck at his lips,

“You’re incredible, Jake.”

He pecks you a few more times before sitting up,

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Your eyes roll lovingly at Jake’s comment and you reach to peck at his lips again before a knock at the fogged up window interrupts you. You’re nervous for a split second before Bradley’s obnoxious laugh fills your ears. Jake’s arms wrap protectively around your waist, covering your modesty before he presses the button to allow the windows to roll down slightly.

“Fuck off, Bradshaw.” Jake yells before doing the window up again.

You can hear Bradley’s cackles as he yells to who you presume is Phoenix.

“I told you they’d fuck and make up!”

The next morning when Jake Seresin wakes up in your bed it seems like nothing has changed. However, your presence is absent, bringing a frown to Jake’s face.

He wanders through your apartment to find you in the kitchen, humming a tune and wiggling your hips enticingly. You’re wearing one of Jake’s shirts and some very small sleep shorts. The sight makes Jake groan, alerting you of his presence. You turn and beeline for him, jumping into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Morning, handsome.” You smile, kissing at his cheek.

Jake basks in the attention, “How’s my gorgeous girlfriend on this fine morning?”

You giggle at his words, “You’re corny.”

“You love me.”

“Maybe.”

Jake sighs, and licks at your cheek over and over again making you shriek in disgust.

“Fine! I love you!” You squeal at him.

He beams, “knew it.”

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a/n: FINALLY FINISHED WRITING SMTH!!!!

i hope this is up to standard, this is a request i got ages ago and finally finished 😭😭😭

jake is my lover boy which means I KNOW HE MAKES MISTAKES but i love him and care about him anyways

also i know he this man eats cooch like a pro so i want NO arguments !

pls comment, reblog, or send me and ask and tell me what u think !!!

thank u for reading :)))

- honey <333

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun hangman #hangman #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun rooster #hangman x reader smut #hangman x you smut #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader smut #jake seresin x you smut #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin smut #hangman smut #rooster x reader #top gun smut #glen powell #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #miles teller

[l0vergirlwrites]

peach ; steve harrington

synopsis: what a typical spring morning at steve’s house looks like

warnings: mentions of partial nudity

note: the coachella fomo is so real rn (wrote this while listening to peach by kevin abstract!)

it’s mid april & the sun has started to come out more in hawkins.

trees are beginning to bud, the grass is somehow growing greener than last spring, & the air reeks of summer feels. with winter disappearing into the back of your minds, hawkins was beginning to bloom again—literally & figuratively.

college was finally done (that is, until september), meaning that you were home (aka spending practically everyday at steve’s place).

with you back home, steve was taking advantage of every moment you two of you shared. whether it was a movie night on his couch with the snacks you both loved, helping him clean up the backyard to prepare for opening the pool, cooking dinner together with his radio on your favourite station—you being by his side for more than three days at time made him feel whole again.

after a night of hosting the gang over for board games & an impromptu “welcome home” party for you, to say you & steve were exhausted was an understatement. the living room still had dice & board game pieces on the carpet, empty cups & plates were stacked by the sink to be washed, the garbage needed to be taken out—but all of that was in the back of your mind as you both laid in bed.

steve had recently done up his room since the last time you had stayed over too which was a nice change. the wallpaper he had from high school was replaced with cream white paint. he upgraded his bedframe to one that didn’t creak as much as the old one, got muted blue curtains, a brand new bookshelf (filled with books you & robin had recommended him) & added more posters of his favourite movies & bands to his walls.

his room screamed steve, especially the new version of himself because he’s so much different from his high school self.

his bedside table was probably your favourite addition to his room though.

it had a framed polaroid picture of the two of you that was taken the previous summer at a beach out of town. steve’s arms were wrapped around your chest & waist, wrists dawning a few threaded bracelets you had made while his head rested against yours. you held his cheek with red nail polished nails as his sunglasses rested on top of your beach dried hair.

you both were smiling like love sick idiots with your feet in the sand & a pink kiss stain on his temple.

it was one of steve’s favourite photos of you in the world. so, it was common sense he’d have it on his bedside table as a little reminder of you. & the thought of him going to the store to buy a frame so he could have it on his bedside made you tear up as you woke up, eyes locking on the photo first thing.

the clock on the table read 10:37am, causing you to stretch your limbs & roll over to see steve still sleeping peacefully.

“love you” you mumbled quietly before pressing a feather light kiss to his forehead before getting out of bed with a dire need to shower. as you tiptoed around the room, you couldn’t help but bite your lip & silently laugh at how he had managed to toss your underwear directly onto a lamp in his room last night when he really welcomed you home.

you made a mental note to bring it up to him later.

grabbing a towel & some extra body wash from the hallway cupboard, you made your way to the bathroom to turn on the warm water. when you returned to steve’s room with undergarments on, wet hair, & a few water droplets on your skin, steve felt like he was waking up in heaven.

“morning babydoll” he rasped as he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a smile.

“morning baby” you replied with a brightly, going into his walk in closet to quickly change before joining him in bed again.

his hands immediately grabbed your thighs, gently pulling you closer to his lap with a smile once you were close enough while your hands raked up his shirtless chest. “mhmmm, you smell good” he hummed with a kiss to your cheek, relishing in how it immediately warmed at his touch.

“you can thank your body wash for that” you chided, running your hands through his bedhead while his inched up to play with the hem of your shirt.

“did you sleep good?” you asked, mumbling a “good” when he nodded, fingers tapping into your skin.

“what ‘bout you? i know you were tired from last nights… activities” he smirked suggestively, biting his lip when you shook & rolled your head back. “shut up, harrington”

“you know how to” he stated with that grin of his you couldn’t help from making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

nudging his head closer to yours, you dipped down to meet his lips in a gentle kiss, one that left him mumbling your name when you pulled away.

“you got a lot of whit this morning” you commented with a head tilt, letting steve pepper a few kisses to your cheek & jawline before answering. “you bring it out in me, honey”

“oh, is that right?”

“i wouldn’t lie to you”

“i’ll believe that”

with a chuckle escaping his lips, steve ducked his head into the crook of your neck, shutting his eyes to relish in the moment. “i missed this” he said with a sigh, humming when you fingers ran through his hair again.

“me too, stevie, me too” you replied, resting your cheek on his head when he pulled you even closer.

he focussed on your heartbeat bumping in his ears while you focussed on his fingers rubbing your back in the way you liked.

“i missed having breakfast with you too” you mumbled, chasing steve to let out a laugh. “you want me to make you something, pretty girl? is that it?”

shrugging your shoulders when he pulled back to look at you, you tired hiding your smile. “i dunno, only if you want. i’ll make you coffee—“, kissing you before you could finish your sentence, steve’s hands cupped your cheeks lovingly.

“we got a deal” he mumbled gained your lips before kissing you again, smiling into it when you fell on your side, pulling steve down with you happily.

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[aanoia]

No

James Potter x reader

Summary; James won't give up until he gets a yes

Warnings; James is lowkey and pushover and I'm pretty sure asking someone to go out over and over again is harassment so that too

Words; idk man

Pt. 2

“No.” I said sternly, returning to my book.

“Come on, Y/n, please. One date, then you can be done with me forever.” James pleaded, an easy smirk resting on his face.

“James, I’d rather be done with you right now.” I persisted.

“But you can’t. So, a date?”

“You know this is harassment right?”

“I am very aware. Does tomorrow sound good?”

I scoffed and shook my head, “No.”

He smiled proudly and began walking away, “Tomorrow it is. Meet me in the common rooms at 10, baby.”

I rolled my eyes as Remus laughed quietly beside me as he listened to the interaction.

“Are you gonna go?” He asked quietly.

“Nope.” I sighed and went back to reading.

“I don’t believe you, like at all.” Sirius deadpanned as he sat on the couch in the common room, his fingers gently threading through Remus’s hair who had his head on his lap as he quietly read his book.

“I’m serious, Sirius.” James said, waiting patiently for his date.

“No, I’m Sirius, James.” The boy responded.

James rolled his eyes as the clock rang out, signaling the new hour. It was officially ten. James stood up excitedly, knowing Y/n was always perfectly on time, never early and never late, with the exception of class where she seemed to get there before the dismissal bell even rang. He waited patiently, however the girl never came.

“Oh, Prongs, I knew you were lying.” Sirius said.

“No, she’s coming. She must just be late.”

“She’s never late.”

James ignored him and continued watching the stairs from the Girl’ dormitory. Thirty minutes passed before James sat down with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, James. She probably forg-” Peter paused as he looked up, expecting to see a sulking James, instead, the boy had a smirk on his face, already planning the next way he was going to ask the girl out. It was going to be big this time.

Y/n sat quietly in the Great Hall, working on a potions essay as her friends laughed around her. The mail owls swooped in but Y/n ignored them, not expecting anything. She jumped slightly in surprise when a piece of folded up parchment was dropped in front of her.

“I thought you weren’t expecting anything, Y/n.” Her friend said and Y/n cautiously held the paper in her hands.

“I wasn’t.” She told them and gently opened the paper.

‘Look up.’ It wrote and she furrowed her brows before doing as told. The moment she looked, flower petals of all kinds dropped around her like an endless rain. A small gasp left her lips as she felt her clothes change and she looked down to see herself in a beautiful white, flowy dress. Petals began sewing themselves into the dress, creating pink and red flowers. Her hair had been taken out of its usual ponytail and had been let down and slightly curled as the raining petals weaved themselves into a flower crown around her head. Loud music began playing as students burst into the Great Hall with instruments, causing her to jump slightly. She looked down the table as she heard the Marauders hollering at her with large smiles on their faces.

James stood on the table in a slightly tattered tux, probably from his dad. He held a large sign in his hands. Once Y/n saw what was written she stood up angrily and walked to the end of the table, the petals following her as her dress swished violently behind her.

“Y/n!” James said excitedly and jumped off the table. She didn’t say anything, instead she roughly grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the Great Hall. She led him outside, where the sun was setting.

“What is wrong with you?” Y/n questioned, raising her voice slightly as anger flowed through her veins. “I’ve said no a million times! Why can’t you just take no for an answer and leave me alone! I am so sick and tired of this, James!”

James smiled softly at her. It was different from his usual smirk, this was sweet and adoring.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and the girl was slightly taken aback, having never received that compliment from anyone other than her parents and close friends. Never from a boy. “And I will always, always ask you out. Until you say yes, I always will.”

Y/n let an angry sigh from her nose, “I’ll never say yes.” She told him.

“I don’t believe in never.” James said.

“I don’t believe in always.” Y/n countered.

“Well, opposites attract.”

“Never.” She raised her brows.

“Always.” He finished, smirking

#james & peter & remus & sirius #aanoia #romance #james potter #james potter x reader #marauders x reader #marauders era #the marauders #marauders #marauders map #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

[uguk]

15 Minutes | jjk

➸ pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

➸ summary: 15 minutes with your favorite prisoner.

➸ word count: 5.1k

➸ warning: Sadism, masochism, femdom, baton is used to hit and also for anal, pegging, double penetration, humiliation kink, degradation kink, penetrative sex, creampie, oral sex, dubcon

“Third time this week, is it?”

Jungkook doesn’t react as he watches you sift through the papers on your clipboard. His eyes laser-focus on your knees, one crossed over the other, as you sit before him on the edge of your desk. He can hear the distant sounds of corrections officers chatting amongst themselves in the hallways, of other prisoners shouting and laughing in the commons room a level below your office. If this were one of his first times in your office he would be reacting a lot more–maybe thrashing against the handcuffs that tie his wrists behind the chair he’s sitting on in front of you. Or maybe kicking his feet against his ankle cuffs. But he’s learned his lesson, and he simply stares blankly at your legs that he knows are real soft and supple, hidden below those ugly black uniform pants you wear.

He loses that train of thought about your legs when you suddenly slam the clipboard down onto your desk, a short ‘hm’ the only sound you make as Jungkook jolts in his seat.

“Gonna tell me why you busted Donghyun’s jaw today, snake eyes?”

You look down at Jungkook, but he doesn’t look at you. His tongue pokes his cheek and his brows thread together, anger taking over his features at the sound of Donghyun’s name leaving your lips. But he swallows whatever raging epithets he has poised on the tip of his tongue.

You outstretch the leg that is bent over your knee, using the tip of your shiny black boot to lift Jungkook’s chin. It forces his eyes to meet yours and his gaze is pure venom.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?”

Blood drips from his nose (which is probably busted) over his pink lips and down his chin. But he doesn’t flinch in the slightest. Hell, you swear he doesn’t even blink.

“Hurry up and explain yourself. Before you get blood on my fuckin’ shoe.”

Jungkook snorts, his shoulders shrugging with the action–and yes, the air that rushes out his nose sends more blood dripping down his nose. And onto your boot.

“Disgusting,” you sneer, moving your ankle so you wipe the blood against his throat. You curl your fingers over the edge of the table at your sides and lean closer to him. A satisfied smirk paints your lips when you watch Adam's apple bob up and down his throat–he puts on a brave face, but he knows you’re a tough woman to crack.

“You know if you don’t talk, I’ll have to put you in solitary again. Can’t keep picking fights with your little friends down there.”

“Donghyun And I aren’t friends,” he spits out, as if vocalizing Donghyun’s name stings his tongue.

“So it wasn’t a friendly little chit chat then, was it?”

Jungkook exhales a ragged breath from his chest–you guess he probably got punched in the chest from the way his shoulders stutter. 

“Fuck no.”

You hop off your desk, grabbing his face in your hand as soon as your heavy boots make contact with the ground. He doesn’t even flinch as his bloody lips are puckered within your fingers.

“Didn’t your mother tell you not to speak like that in front of a lady?”

He still says nothing as you angle his face up to look at you, defiance riddling his sea green eyes.

“I’ve put assholes in solitary for less, you know.”

He’s holding back something. You already know Jungkook well enough to know he would be raging like a petulant child if he were Jungkook.

When you let go of his face, he snickers. “I don’t care if you put me in solitary again.”

“Hmmm…” you lean back against your desk, exaggeratedly tapping at your chin with your finger as you look up at the ceiling. “Maybe I should stick you in a cell with your brother.” At this, his eyes widened. The last thing he needs is his brother, the resident lead in a rival gang, to be within spitting distance. “A little family reunion wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

“He’s a fucking psycho,” Jungkook says from behind gritted teeth. Junghyun’s doing life in prison for dismembering a man–someone from his own gang–and feeding the bits to his pet monkey. Jungkook finds it absolutely revolting; at least use a gun or a knife on a guy, but cutting them up into bits? The fuck kinda sick shit is that?

“Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” you joke, but Jungkook doesn’t bite. “Junghyun tells me how much he misses his baby brother, you know,” you reply, your voice hitching up as if you were stifling a giggle–which, you are, admittedly. “I’m sure you two could kiss and make up. Maybe you can tell him why you broke Donghyun’s jaw while you’re at it.”

“Ask Donghyun yourself,” Jungkook mutters. He hates that his eyes focus on your lips–painted red with your bold lipstick choice, curled into a sadistic smile. 

“I would if his jaw wasn’t busted, idiot,” you chortle, like it’s the funniest joke you’ve told all day. Jungkook doesn’t find it very funny, leaning to his side to spit out the blood from his nose that has pooled in his mouth.

You’re lightning fast, a hand reaching for your baton propped up against your desk. Jungkook bucks his knees together, trying to make himself smaller even though he can’t really move his long legs very much with the ankle cuffs on.

“Let me try again.” The handle of the baton is gripped tightly in your right hand, and you flick your wrist as you smack the blunt end against the open palm of your left hand. Jungkook flinches. “You’re gonna tell me why you keep getting into fights, Jungkook. Or–”

“They don’t like that I snitch,” Jungkook replies, in a voice that’s much softer than the harsh words he had spat from behind his pretty marbled teeth. “That I… talk to you.” He says the word talked like it implies something else–and it does, because those ‘conversations’ you have with Jungkook in your office are much less talking and much more… well…

“Taking a hit for me? How romantic,” you coo. Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“You really gonna use that on me?” His eyes flick down to the baton in your hand.

“Depends… want me to hit you with it, or fuck you with it?”

“Neither.”

“I didn’t give you that option, did I?” you ask.

“That shit hurts.”

“Well if I let you out of here without roughing you up, wouldn’t they get more suspicious?” You cock an eyebrow at Jungkook, who stares back at you unamused. “I’ll let go of your handcuffs this time.”

“How kind of you.”

He doesn’t actually believe that you’ll use the baton on him–again–but you push yourself off the edge of the desk and prance over to him like you’re about to play the most fun game you’ve ever played. And that’s because playing with Jungkook is fun.

You get real close to his body, until his bloody face is practically buried in your tits, and with your left hand you reach for the keys at your waist. You use the keys to unlock his handcuffs, and they fall to the floor with a loud clang. You back away, frowning at the blood that stains your uniform–but hey, when you release Jungkook and he’s taken back to his cell, maybe the blood on your clothes will serve as proof that you roughed him up. Maybe it’s not all bad.

As you stand straight Jungkook brings his wrists to his lap, rotating them and soothing the ache in his wrists with his fingers. He tries not to overthink your putting your tits in his face–but damn, his orange pants are starting to feel fucking tight.

“Hurts, baby?” The way you say baby isn’t endearing–it’s not the way a lover would say it. It’s dripping with condescension–you’re always such a good actress, always treating Jungkook like filth until the second you’re bouncing on his cock. So he doesn’t take it to heart.

“‘Course it hurts,” Jungkook looks up at you, his long chestnut strands that were once a curtain around his face sliding down behind his shoulders. “My ankles do too.”

“I’m not letting you off that easily,” you snort. Then your voice goes an octave lower when you speak again. “Get up.”

“You’re not fucking serious.”

“Get up.”

The second he rises from his chair, you grip the back of his shirt and shove him forward until his body’s bent over your desk. Papers go flying, the metal clip of the clipboard digs into Jungkook’s cheek, and he groans–his chest hurts from his previous fights and this isn’t doing him any favors.

But none of that hurts as much as a swift hit of the baton to the back of his knees.

“God, fuck–” He groans as his body leans harder into the desk.

“I’ve decided–I’m gonna fuck you with it.”

“One of these days I’m telling my lawyer about this shit,” he groans again as his hands grip the edge of your desk.

“Tell him how good my pussy tastes too while you’re at it,” you sneer. You can see Jungkook’s elbows bend up, like he’s about to push himself off the desk, so you use the baton, poking it between his shoulder blades, and push him back down with it until his bloody nose is rubbing into the wood grain of your desk. 

“Ah, f-fuck.” His chest really does hurt, but you don’t give him any room to move. You’re way too fucking strong for your size. He would put up more of a fight but the last thing he needs is for the guards to come into your office and for you to act like he’s overpowering you–when in fact you’re the one practically torturing him.

“Stay there,” you tell him as you walk around the desk to the drawers, placing the baton on the desk. “You so much as fucking flinch you’re sharing a bed with Junghyun tonight.”

“You’re the worst,” Jungkook huffs, a pathetic form of a laugh. He can’t do much more, not with that state of his bruised chest.

You open one of the drawers and pull out that all too familiar clear tube–lube. Jungkook grimaces. Damn, you were not joking.

“Yet you always end up right back in my office with your cock as hard as a fucking rock.” You say it like it’s the funniest thing, sticking out your tongue in jest before slamming the drawer shut and taking your place back behind the brunette.

Fuck, he hates that you’re fucking right. That his cock right now is achingly hard against your stupid wooden desk in your stupid fucking office. He hates that he keeps coming back to you like a dog with his tail between his legs, telling you whatever information you want to know about the happenings of the prison and its politics, all to get 15 minutes between your thighs every night. When has he ever been so fucking stupid, so down bad for a woman–and much less a fucking lee. He should be disgusted with himself.

But he whines like a little bitch when you put the lube on the desk next to the baton, freeing your hands in order to feel him up, grabbing at every inch of skin under his orange jumper. He moans when you giggle and stick your fingers in his mouth, pulling him back by his hair to see that defiant look in his eyes when you choke him with your digits.

“Not so tough now, are you, big guy?” You murmur in his ear with that tantalizing tilt to your voice. “What would all your friends downstairs think of you looking like this, hmm?”

He coughs, spit and remnants of blood trailing down his chin when you remove your fingers from his mouth. He feels how damp they are when you slip them under his pants, grabbing his heavy cock into your palm. 

“They already think I’m your bitch,” he sighs exasperatedly as your fist slides up from the base of his length.

His breath hitches when you squeeze your fingers around the mushroom head of his cock. “Are they wrong?”

Jungkook only answers you with a deep, breathy chuckle. He’s a gangbanger for christ’s sake. He’s been with so many girls, and he’s rough with them too, always dominant as hell. So why does being with you excite him more than any of those girls combined? There’s a thrill to it, the way adrenaline pumps in his veins and his heart races in his chest when he hears you deride him, when you’re the one who’s rough with him, when you’re the one who’s fucking him.

Maybe they’re right.

Your free hand pulls down his bottoms, and despite being smaller than him he looks submissive as hell from his angle, his ass pressed right against your abdomen with his clothes pooling above his ankle cuffs. You give his ass a good slap and he fucking whines. He moans like that actually felt good and you snicker at the sound.

“I asked you a question.” Your voice is stern, mean even, and your fist around his cock is fucking tight. Are you trying to rip his dick off? He wouldn’t put it past you, actually.

“I dunno, are they wrong?” He says and even now, with his ass out, he has the gaul to act cocky.

“You’re annoying,” you reply, and Jungkook practically chokes when your hand around his cock moves down and squeezes his balls.

“Part of the charm,” he replies, but his voice is strained, the words rushing past his lips in one breath.

“I don’t have time to play your games today,” you tell him, releasing your grip on his dick and reaching for the lube. He winces when he hears the sound of you opening the cap and the gross squelching sounds that accompany it when you squeeze the tube. “Three fights in five days–if I keep you in here too long they’ll think I’m playing favorites, you know.”

“I’m not your favorite? That hurts,” Jungkook says, feigning a pout. “I thought–” he stutters as a cold finger traces his rim, coating it in lube. “I thought we had something going on here.”

“I got a rep’ here too, ya know,” you remind him as he turns his head to look back at you. “Can’t have the guys around here think I’m going soft.”

“Oh, I make you soft?” He titters, a blood-coated smirk on his face and determination sparking to life in his eyes. “That’s very cute, miss lee.”

“Shut the fuck up or I’m putting your cuffs back on,” you say as you shove your finger into his ass.

“Fuck–okay–fuck.” He changes his tune so fast, shuddering as your finger prods his insides mercilessly. Would it kill you to be a little more gentle? He’s at a loss for words as you rush through prepping him, shoving in a second finger as soon as he’s adjusted to the first, and scissoring them to widen him up, all to the tune of his pathetic little whimpers and groans. He feels his abdomen getting slick with his precum, and he hates that he’s so turned on by you. He might just cum, and he hates it. Imagine the look on your face if he actually cums like this? He knows his pride would suffer a wound greater than any of the ones on his body right now.

But the worst wound to his pride is when you reach for that baton. This isn’t the first time, but you still laugh like a fucking maniac when you tell him, “Better punishment than solitary, dontcha think?”

“I know you have dildos in your drawer. Why the fuck does it have to be the baton?” Jungkook grits his teeth as you tap his ass with it (surprisingly gentle, he thinks).

“Because, it’s a punishment, Jeon. I know you like it but–”

“No I fucking don’t.”

“You want a dildo so fucking bad, huh?” 

Fuck… now I’ve done it. Jungkook thinks as he hears the annoyance in your voice. He not only hears, but feels the vibrations on the ground as you walk around the desk again in your heavy boots. He doesn’t dare move an inch but it’s too late–you grab a dildo from the bottom drawer, one with a suction cup at the end, and wave it in his face.

“This what you want, princess?” You place it onto your desk, with force hard enough to make the suction cup grip the surface, right in front of his face. “Stop talking and put your lips to good use.”

This is so humiliating, but Jungkook doesn’t back down–not to you, not to anyone. He’ll suck this stupid plastic cock if that’s what you want. Hell, he’ll do it like he’s enjoying it, because some part of him wants to earn your respect, your praise. He doesn’t understand at all what it is that is going through your head but knowing that you’ll reward him at the end–because you always do–pushes him to take whatever you give him.

He hears a pleasant, satisfied hum from you when he wraps his lips around the plastic toy. “Be a good boy and I’ll reward you,” you remind him in a voice that’s sickeningly sweet. But he doesn’t need to hear it, he’s spent so many strange nights just like these in your office that he already knows what’s to come. 

When he feels the end of the baton, cold metal against the heat of his flesh, he flinches. There’s another sound–more lube–and then the feeling of you pushing it against his entrance. You hear him groaning against the toy in his mouth, and reach out to shove the back of his head down onto it with your palm. He sputters, drool dripping down his chin and coating the toy, as the toy fills the cavern of his mouth and hits the back of his throat. You wish in your position you could see his face, but that’s okay–you’ll see it later, surely.

You can hear Jungkook’s muffled cry as the blunt end of your weapon makes it past his tight rim. His legs quiver and his back arches–you can’t help but tease him. “What a whore,” you tell him, pushing the rod even more into him. “You like being treated like this, like a set of holes, huh?”

Jungkook grunts, his knuckles on the edge of the table turning white as he grips on tight to it. He feels like a whore, letting you emasculate him like this. But, with one hand on the rod and the other hand jerking his cock again, he’s back to feeling pleasure under your touch.

“See? You like it–you slut.” You punctuate the words by driving the rod deeper into his ass and he feels tears begin to coat his lashes. His pleas, muffled by the plastic cock in his mouth, don’t reach your ears. You realize you miss Jungkook’s vocalizations but the sight of him sucking the toy is hot enough to keep him where he is. “Your cock’s so wet… gonna cum like this, Jeon?”

“Mmph.” he hates that the answer to your question is yes, yes he might actually just cum with your hand stroking him and gripping his shaft so tight. You twist the baton in his ass and he reels as it presses against his prostate, shooting pleasure up his spine like lightning. 

“C’mon, pretty boy, cum for me, won’t you?” You coo, your hand moving faster and faster up and down his length. You feel his body tense up as muffled moans hit your ears. And then it happens–he lifts off the toy, drool coating his face as he groans out a low “fucking shit”, his breath ragged as his cum sputters out his length and coats your fingers, your desk, and drips down his skin. His chest, still in pain, heaves as you pull out the rod from his ass and toss it to the floor.

“Up,” you instruct him, wiping your soiled fingers on his shirt like it’s a rag. He turns around with your help (because his ankles are bound, making for an awkward shuffle of his feet). He looks down at you with eyes that are glazed over with tears, pupils dazed and unfocused. The blood from his nose has dried, but his face is damp, caked with tears and drool. The corner of your lips turns up at the sight. “You look so fucked out.”

You reach a thumb to wipe at the wetness on his face but he brings a hand up to push your fingers away. “You’re a crazy bitch.”

“Part of the job description, sweetheart.”

He chuckles weakly, incredulous at how you always manage to outsmart him. And he easily complies, limp like a fucking ragdoll, when you push him back against your desk. His ass hurts, his chest hurts, everything fucking hurts. But still he lets you use him, his heart fluttering in his chest like a fucking simp when you ball his orange shirt in your fist and pull him down for a kiss. It’s so wet, his mouth coated in his spit, but you love it messy. Your tongue delves into his mouth for a taste and he smirks when he feels you hum against his lips. You put on a front but the second your lips are on him he knows you’re just as affected as he is.

His hands come to your hips as you kiss him, and he dares to slip a hand below the waistband of your pants. He’s been a good boy, and so you let him–his fingers snaking in your pants until they find your puffy cunt, clothed by a set of lace panties. There’s no mistaking it–his fingers are drenched even through the cloth.

He pulls away from the kiss just enough to tease you. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“Gonna do something about it?” You ask him, biting back a whine that wants to leave your throat when his middle finger rubs your clit over your panties.

He might still be totally fucked out, his eyes hazy and his mind riddled with endorphins, but he still has enough of a bite in him to say, “Come sit on my cock and find out.”

“You’ve got balls on you, Jeon,” you titter as you bring your hands down to pull down your pants, and your panties along with them. 

“Barely–you squeezed the shit out of them earlier, you asshole,” he smiles like that didn’t hurt to all fucking hell, his lips stained red with either your lipstick or his blood–maybe both. 

“You deserved it,” you tell him as you push on his chest, steering him in the opposite direction to sit back down on the chair in front of your desk. He winces in pain, gritting his teeth. “Sit back.” He trips over his bound ankles but sits down, bare ass to the chair, as you tell him to. He’s looking at you with a gaze that says he has allowed you to boss him around, and not that you actually are bossing him around, his tongue poking from between his teeth like there’s a joke that only he’s in on.

“What’s so funny?” You ask him as you step out of your pants.

“Nothing,” he says, yet he says it like it’s something. You want to wipe the smirk off his face but opt to sit on his lap. He’ll be putty under you soon enough. 

“You talk a lot for someone who just had a stick up his ass.”

“Very funny,” he says, his hands coming to your waist as you crawl onto his lap. His pants are down to his ankles and his cock’s already out, still wet and sensitive from just having cum. You place one hand on his shoulder and the other takes his length into your palm, aligning it with your entrance as you sink down on him. And for the first time that night you let a moan slip, a crack in your facade, as he fills you up with his impressive size. That is the reason Jungkook chuckles. You’re so fucking predictable–every night you treat him like a playtoy, only to find your own pleasure in the end. But fuck it, your voice sounds fucking sexy and your pussy feels like heaven and that makes it worth the shit you do to him.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hands gripping your bare ass as your own hands clamp down on his shoulders. He feels overstimulated, his body’s fucking sore, and your pussy, it’s… “so fucking tight.”

Jungkook leans back in his chair, attempting to widen the stance of his legs, but with the ankle cuffs it’s no use. You use his shoulders to steady yourself as you lift up your hips and slam them back down, feeling practically every vein of his dick throbbing inside you. You bite down on your lips, hard, muffling the sob that’s stuck in your throat. It feels so good–his cock always does–but you hate it when that smug face he makes is validated by your pathetic whimpers.

“Don’t do that.” He reaches up his thumb to pull your lip from between your teeth, and as you bounce up and down again, a moan leaves your lips unfiltered. “Sounds sexy–you’re desperate for my cock too, aren’t you, miss lee?”

You let go of his shoulder with your right hand, only to grab a fistful of his hair and tug it back, until his eyes are up at the ceiling. You were hoping it would shut him up but, the madman, he laughs. He laughs as you start to gain a rhythm on his lap, like he’s heard the funniest story and you’re the storyteller. You’re riding him, clamping down on him as you chase your own high without a care for him. He’s groaning with how sensitive he is but he wants to cum again–to fill you up with him.

“Fuck me, faster,” he practically growls, his nails digging into your ass. “Faster, I know you can.”

“Ah–” you gasp as his hands begin to help you, pulling you up and pushing you down onto his cock at a faster pace. You dig your fingers harder into his shoulders, your hand tugging harder on his hair, but he’s already immune to the pain you give him, drowning in rapture, the warmth of your heat making his cock fucking weep. The sounds are so loud and obscene in your office, the squelching, the way you gasp and your stern voice turns dulcet with your moans, the way he grunts and grinds his teeth with the pain of you pulling his strands. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the words slip past your lips with every one of your movements. “Gonna cum.”

“God–” Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, his lips parting in a silent scream as you squeeze him so tight when you cum, milking his cock with every wave of your orgasm. He keeps bouncing you on his lap, slowing down his movements when he throbs as he coats your insides white with his cum. For just a moment the office is still, just the sounds of your breaths and Jungkook’s chest heaving, feeling pain with every breath. You’re both slick with sweat under your clothes, Jungkook’s cum dripping down as you peel yourself off his lap.

“It’s been way more than 15 minutes,” you finally say, bending down to pick up your clothes from the ground. Jungkook doesn’t move a muscle, even with his pants down to his ankles–he just watches with keen interest as you bend over and put on your panties, his cum trickling down your thighs from your pretty cunt.

“Wait,” he says, just before you pull up your lace undies all the way.

“What?”

“Come here,” he gestures to you with a nod of his head. You come closer and when you’re within reach, he quickly spins you around and pulls you by the hips, until your ass is right by his face. “Can’t have you working when you’re all messy like that.”

“What are you–Jungkook!” For once he has you flustered as you feel his tongue lick a stripe up your dripping cunt. He holds you still as his tongue flicks over your clit, before lapping up the essence that coats your thighs and seeps from where he’d just been inside. He moans like he’s enjoying a fucking feast, because hell, your pussy tastes divine even if it’s got a bit of salt and bitterness from his cum. This is the reward he really wants, drinking down what you give him like it’s the best thing he’s tasted in years.

Just as he begins to suck on your clit, an alarm goes off overhead–the bell that signals the end of the prisoners’ free time, now time for them to head to their respective quarters for the night.

But you’re so close to another orgasm, and you sigh in frustration.

Jungkook snickers when he hears your annoyed whine. For such a dominating woman you could be a brat sometimes.

“Haven’t had enough of me yet?” He asks with a smirk. You push him away and quickly get dressed, while he sits there and watches.

“Shut up,” you mutter. “Put your pants on.”

He first bends down, to pick up the fabric of his bottoms from his ankles to over his knees. Then, he leans back in the chair, lifting his hips, and pulls up his pants the rest of the way. As he watches you straighten up your uniform, he asks, “Am I free to go?”

You hook one of your hands under his elbow, pulling him up so he can stand tall on his two feet. Then you bend to the ground to grab his handcuffs that you had tossed aside earlier.

“So what exactly did Donghyun say to make you bust his jaw like that?” You muse as Jungkook silently turns around and allows you to cuff him up.

He parts his lips, as if to speak, but before any words can be spoken there’s a knock at the door.

“Is Jeon in there?” Bellows a deep voice from the other side of the door–Officer Lim, you realize.

“Yeah,” you call out towards the door. You pat down your hair and hope it doesn’t look too disheveled. “Come in.”

Lim then comes in to take Jungkook away, back to his cell. Never questions why Jungkook spends so much time in the your office–frankly, he doesn’t give a shit. 

“Jeon?” You ask him expectantly, quirking your eyebrows in hopes that he answers your previous question.

He simply shrugs and replies, with a knowing glint in his eye, “Guess it’ll have to wait for our next 15 minutes together to find out, officer.”

#jungkook smut #sub!jungkook #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenario

[amazeingartist]

Mini Demon Ghost Thoughts

No Content Warnings

(initially a twitter thread but got too long lmao)

ghost’s in his usual mini mode one day just chilling with soap alone on the couch in the common room. soap’s talking about whatever and ghost’s indulging in conversation for once

soap pauses mid sentence to ask how it is ghost can actually talk without lips

turns out ghost’s voice box can imitate human speech very well, with some help from his tongue and throat muscles

soap compares ghost to a parrot, letting ghost clamber onto his hand before bringing the demon to meet at his eye level

ghost’s insulted and expresses how he’s much better than any avian capable of speech

it’s obvious soap has some unwanted thought flash through his mind to what would’ve been a pouting ghost had he had lips, and turns away with a light flush on his face

ghost tilts his head and pokes at his human for his sudden change in demeanour, it’s not like soap’s shy but he’s definitely distracted and is refusing to elaborate

now slightly annoyed, ghost grabs soap’s face with his tiny claws to force soap to look at him

soap tries to look unimpressed but the pink on his cheeks says otherwise. he asks ghost what he’s doing and when ghost prods again soap attempts to turn his head away muttering a “it’s stupid don’t worry it”

ghost hisses and keeps soap from moving his head all together, a rumble of a growl is the only sound between the pair as they stare the other down

soap caves after a minute and says he thought about how ghost would kiss without lips

ghost’s growling stop, eyes squinting at soap as he responds “that’s it?” he states that a pretty common thought human tended to have, and at first, he can’t see why it would bothered soap as it did

it takes a second for the answer to pop into the demon’s head and soap can see it happen real time, rolling his eyes as ghost’s slit one’s grew rounder

soap wants to know what’d it be like for ghost to kiss him specifically. how it would work. how it would feel

it bounces around in ghost’s skull for a second before he tells soap that he could kiss ghost if he wanted, and it wouldn’t change much for him

(completely leaving out just how much he’s thought about experiencing this particular type of human affection with soap)

soap drops his head, ghost hands remain on his cheeks as he huffs out his mild frustration about how even one kiss would change a lot for him and is why he couldn’t

especially if ghost couldn’t understand, soap just wouldn’t

lifting to hold his human’s head up, ghost admits to knowing the social implications of kissing has for humans, from minor platonic kisses to kisses far more intimate

soap’s about to cut in but ghost speaks over him wanting to press on

expressing because their relationship is such a special case, ghost, suddenly feeling confident in the matter, says how open he is to any changes that may occur whether permanent or testing

soap’s blush strengthens towards the end and he stutters for ghost to clarify

ghost holds back an eye roll thinking that had been clear enough, but he ultimately doesn’t mind reassuring soap

he gently tugs soap closer, now near whispering that he is not against soap’s human affection in whatever form that may take

in fact he smugly adds, his stance is quite strongly the opposite. soap’s eyes dilate with the confirmation and is obviously itching to follow up

his hesitation comes from ghost still in his mini mode, effectively sitting in the palm of soap’s hand, but the demon assures he’s not fragile and a kiss is hardly a cause for concern

obviously that’s true, but soap’s brain is barley maintaining any form of coherent thought right now so he just nods at ghost

ghost slides his claws down to something closer to a cradle of soap’s head as soap leans in

his eyes flutter shut, but not before seeing ghost’s crown flame flicker and dance with emotion

the sight spurs him on, ghost never does anything he doesn’t want to but seeing how affected the demon is by this fills soap with confidence

out of habit soap tilts his head to accommodate for what would’ve been a nose from bumping into his, but all he can feel ghost’s nasal bone barely press against his face

there’s little gap between them but what is left is for ghost to cross, which he does without hesitation

soft lips to hard bone is a bit of an odd but pleasant sensation. despite their exposure, ghost’s teeth are warm and smooth to the touch

what was supposed to be just a press of the lips has soap trying to kiss ghost in earnest

it’s slow and lacking tongue but soap loves every second of it. he’s so caught up that he almost misses the sudden increase in size of ghost’s hands holding his head or angle of the kiss

in kissing soap, ghost reverted to his regular form in which soap delights by wrapping his arms around ghost’s neck somehow bring the demon closer

now chest to chest the vibrations of what seems to be ghost purring passes right through soap as he softly gasps ghost’s name

ghost seems to just open his mouth when a cough from the doorframe breaks them apart. ghost poofs back into mini mode as soap turns to see gaz looking rather exasperated

apologising yet not looking sorry in the slightest, soap scoops up a balled up tiny ghost and leaves

-

I really wasn’t intending to write a first kiss scenario but hey there it is

#ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish #simon riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #demon au

[msfantasy]

Potion Roulette

Summary: Sebastian presents his friends with a box of potions to play with.

Warming: Sexual Content, Miniors DNI, Smut, Polyamory, Double pen, a little gay, mention of drug use, p in v, pure filth

Ominis x Reader x Sebastian

“Ta - da!” Sebastian announces placing a large box with random potions, labels peeling and some left undeciphered.

“Merlins beard Seb- what on earth are you trying to show us.” You announced edging away from the box of haphazard potions. Sebastian straightens his back in mock commentary.

“My dear friends- I present to you a little game of potion roulette.” He announces, a large grin spreads across his face.

“Absolutely not.” Ominis declares, leaning back with an unamusement, pressing into his features. “That’s a simply dangerous activity- idiotic really.” Sebastian begins pacing around his apprehensive friends, spewing words of encouragement, twisting his manipulations into the very words.

“Live a little! There is no better pass time then to play potion roulette though the night with my beloved friends in the comfort of the Undercroft were prying eyes are kept at bay.” Ominis continues to sit sternly in his seat, unwavering in his earlier declaration. Sebastian sees a slight hesitation in the girls features. Targeting the poor girl Sebastian sits next to her and leaning in with eagerness shining through his eyes. “Common Y/n, your always keen for adventure and fun - think about retelling the this very story. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sebastian says provoking a lapse in your yielding judgment.

“Perhaps it would be fun Ominis… at least just one round?” You announce softly, unsure if Ominis would want to join in your hooligan activities.

Sebastian sits in knowing thrill. He understands all too well that his best friend requires little to no convincing when it comes from their female companion. As expected Ominis relents to Y/n’s suggestion.

The three grab random bottles, and they all look to each other examining their possible substance.

“Mines pink with some sparkles… maybe it’s a beautification potion?” You speak up looking with a scrutinising eye. Leaning to Ominis you see a bottle with deep purple and thick simmer sifting gently. “Yours is purple with deep shimmers, maybe it’s a calming draught?” You guess before looking over at an excited Sebastian.

“Mines clear… could be… anything really.” He says unsure of what to say. He pops the cork and holds his potion bottle out to cheers before downing the contents.

A sweet taste feels your mouth your eyes turndown half-lidded immediately to a soft gaze. Your body grows warm, almost uncomfortably with the clothes you have on. You begin to pull off your outer robes which brings you little relief, you begin to pull your school tie and vest off, not daring the take anything else off.

A light sheen coats Ominis skin, sweat gathering as his clothes touch at his skin uncomfortably, every thread seemingly scrapping along him. Sebastian leans back in amusement watching his friends slowly undress themselves.

“What in Merlin’s beard are you two doing?” He asks with a smirk adorning his soft lips. His eyes boring into your form making your legs clamp at the sudden wetness pooling between your thighs.

Ominis unbuttons most of his shirt not daring to remove anything else. The poor boy reminding himself that it’s the potion, and that he won’t die if he doesn’t take all of his clothes off. His skin feels wrong, like there is something meant to their, misery sets as Ominis leans his head back in a whine.

You place your hand mistakenly on Ominis thigh, asking if he’s okay. The fire running through his skin only subsiding at your touch. A moan of relief escapes his lips. The blonde seems unaware of the lewd sounds escaping him, as he is too focus on the relief your hand is giving him.

Desire filters through your very being, your core throbbing at the sound. “Does it feel better when I touch you?” You ask, meaning to sound concerned, instead you sound needy, as if begging for him to ask for more.

“Yes, it feels so good. The pain is gone when you do that.” He states, the relief slowly slipping away leaving the dull throb of pain at the lack of stimulation. "Move your hand around please." You did exactly as asked, soothing Ominis touched starved leg.

The cushion next to you dips, turning you see Sebastian leaning in unusually close placing a hand on your forehead before cradling your cheek.

"You feeling okay? You're looking very red." Your eyes dart down to his lips, staring longingly at the soft bow. You wonder how it would feel pressed against your own, or how it would feel nipping at your neck, how would they wrap themselves around your fleshy mounds.

Stuck in your train of thought, you haven't even noticed your caressing hand moving up to Ominis crotch, you had been stroking the hard organ. You started lean into Sebastian's face closing your eyes your lips touching just as Ominis grips your wrist and bucks his hips hard into your hand with a groan.

"I think I had a lust potion, I'm not thinking straight, I need to leave." Ominis announces attempting to stand Sebastian pushes his mate back onto the couch.

"You don't want to leave in this state, it would be unsightly to see a Gaunt acting so precocious." He hoaxes, urging Ominis to seek comfort on the couch. "Y/n and I can take care of your needs, we're friends so it's not weird or anything right?" Sebastian asks. Your mind equally as cloudy as Ominis, you nod in agreement regardless.

"Yeah friends help each other out, do you need help Ominis?" You ask sweetly placing a hand on his chest.

"Friends don't usually help like this." He states somewhat coherent, but whatever little self control he had was quickly fleeting at the feeling of you touching his chest.

"That's true, but what else are you going to do? You can't let people see you like this." Sebastian persuades, Ominis quickly shaking his head with feverish words falling.

"I should take care of this myself." Ominis retorts, sounding like he was convincing himself more than anyone.

"Mate, your hand isn't enough even you haven't had a lust potion. What makes you think you'll satisfy yourself?" The trickster begins to message the blushing blondes shoulders. "I hear you from time to time, trying to swallow your moans for non-other than Y/n herself... she's offering her hand right now. Are you not going to accept it?" It was your turn to blush at this.

How many times have you laid in bed thinking and touching yourself to the thought of Ominis ravishing you? How many times have shoved your fingers into your hole desperately trying to replicate the idea of Sebastians cock? The answer is too many.

"Is that true Ominis? Do you think of me when you touch yourself? I've thought about you sometimes..." You answer vaguely, you feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Truthfully, I think about both of you... I know it's wrong." You begin to lean into Ominis face, cupping his neck and guiding his lips to yours, his lustful face turning a brighter shade of pink. "But your both are just so handsome, how can I not?" You capture his lips feeling his tongue instantly shove itself into his mouth desperately demanding more of yourself.

Sebastian moves behind you, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck, groping and kneading your boobs. He slides his hand down your front grabbing greedily at your box. Your breath hitches at his intoxicating touch, he breaks his hand away to continue undressing your figure.

You slide your hands down Ominis chest down to his pants, unbuttoning them and slowly pulling them down. "Let me take care of you okay?" You say as Ominis assist in pulling his clothes off. "Seb - can you show me what I should do?" You ask innocently. Of course you knew what to do, you just wanted to see Sebastian touching Ominis in places friends typically wouldn't touch.

A grunt sounds from Ominis as Sebastian places his firm hand on his shaft. "How about I'll use my hand and you put that heavenly mouth of yours to work?" Sebastian slows his pumping hand to let you lick his tip, only to wrap your mouth around his member, your tongue slugging back and fourth as your sink your head down.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk" Ominis moans in desperate pleasure. Sebastian is entranced at your action, he forgets to move his hand.

"Wow...Y/n I hope you do that for me..." Sebastian says staring hypnotised at you working your skilful tongue along Ominis cock. You begin to grin at the captivated look in Sebastians eyes, reaching out to palm him through his trousers.

"Sebastian, move your fucking hand up and down. Right. Now." Ominis demands, snapping Sebastian back into the moment as he matches his fisting movements to your mouth.

Ominis squirms under the pleasure of your mouth in combination with Sebastians expert hand movements. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum. Quick move your mouth!" Ominis warns pushing your head back only for you to push his member deeper right to the back of your throat, which pushes Ominis over the line. Thick hot globs of cum shoots down your throat as you swallow it down quickly. Ominis rest his head back onto the arm rest with the most delicious fucked out look you’ve ever seen. Your mouth detaches from his twitching member.

"My turn." You demand, placing your thighs on either side of Ominis face, he grabs lazily at your hips still muddled from the euphoria. Sinking your hips down quickly onto his tongue. He begins to lick tantalising circless at your swollen pearl.

Sebastian grabs the back of your neck pulling you backwards into his mouth as you continue to ride Ominis face. His tongue becoming all the more ferocious as his sense begin to return, his cock remaining hard throughout the ordeal.

Sebastian pulls away from your lips as you kept disrupting the kiss from moaning at the pleasure being brought between your legs.

Standing at the arm rest, Sebastian pulls his trousers off, grabbing his member in his hand and begins to pump it with such neediness. He was obviously enjoying the sight of his mate performing cunnilingus on you. You roll your body down onto Ominis tongue chasing your high whilst continuing to lock eyes with Sebastian. The scene was just so scandalous, watching Sebastian pleasure himself unapologetically.

He leans in grabbing you by the base of your hair forcing you to look at him as your close at the pleasure.

“Look at me darling, that’s it - just look at me. I want you to look into my eyes as you come undone. I want to be the first to see it.” That’s all you needed to hear. Your hips grind down onto Ominis as Sebastian grips your hair tightly forcing you to look at him. His mouth drops open in a low moan as you sob in pleasure coming undone on his slick tongue. “Oh that’s a good girl.”

Sebastian slides his hands down your legs, wrapping his fingers around the back of your thighs, hoisting you up to pull your legs around his waist the loss of contact causing Ominis whine. “Bring her back.” He yearns earning a soft chuckle from the brunette.

“Do not fret Ominis.” Sebastian teases laying your body on top of Ominis, like your personal pillow. Ominis grinds his member into your bare ass. “Wait your turn mate. I’ve waited mine.” Sebastian pulls your legs apart, grabbing his shaft he slides his tip along your slit and begins to slide into your wet hole. Ominis clutches greedily at your chest and sucks on your neck as your spine arches off of him, hips pressing down onto his crotch whilst Sebastian slams his hips into your dripping cunt. “Fuckkk just looking at you two greedy brats underneath me- ugh.” His hips start to snap in rapid pace, uncivilised and incoherent words spill from your mouth at the unadulterated bliss.

Ominis’ impatience gets the best of him. His veiny shaft swelling in demand to be in a tight hold. The blonde grabs the base of Sebastian’s cock and begins to push it out of you making way for your slit, he shoves his tip in and begins to buck aggressively up into you. A yelp escapes you as you feel a sudden change feeling a longer prick kiss the surface of your cervix. “Mh-sorry, my-sorry.” Ominis pleads pounding harder into you.

“Oi you greedy little slut, I was first!” Sebastian complains pulling you off his dick. Sebastian begins to lean back, laying down away from Ominis, pulling you onto his lap, he pushes your hips back down onto his own cock. “Ride me.” He demands watching your ass bounce off of him.

“Please Sebastian, I need to be in something right now. It hurts.” Ominis pleads pumping his painfully swollen cock.

“Then use me.” Sebastian encourages spreading his knees further. “It won’t hurt me I promise.” You slow your bouncing down opting to encourage the nervous Ominis.

“Do you need help stuffing him sweetie?” You run your fingers in his hair, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You pull away from his mouth opting to spit into your hand, you lower your hand rubbing Sebastian’s ass. “There sweetie.” You pull him back into a kiss as he lines himself up to Sebastian’s ass and begins to spread him apart. Ominis just moans into your mouth at the relieving sensation of the pleasant grip.

You continue to slide your tongue around Ominis mouth watching him snapping his pelvis into his best friend. You resume to grinding onto Sebastian.

The poor guy lays blissfully in a heaping sweaty mess. Too pleasured to utter a single word, instead he resorts to mixing his moans, groans and wails at the feeling of being fucked in every way possible.

Sebastian yearned to continue feeling this, but is balls demanded instant release. His gut tightens in extreme pleasure. “Cumming - cumming.” He says causing you and Ominis to speed up your movements to quickly chase your own highs. Sebastian’s vision blurs seeing stars his head goes light as he unloads the biggest creamiest cumshot of his life into your fluttering hole.

You slam down into his laps for the final brush of his pulsing cock throwing your right over the edge.

Ominis breathes a breathy groan unloading himself for the second time into Sebastian’s ass, his hips slowing to a halt. You pull out Sebastian’s deflating member with a slight whine. Collapsing back first into his chest. “That was- that was - yeah.” You say with a big smile, unable to process simple language. You look down at Ominis hunching over and noticing he’s stroking his cock once again.

“Ugh I need go cum again-" He begs pulling your knees apart.

“Wait.” You beg, you were far to stimulated to keep going. Ominis was too consumed to hear your pleas as he drove his dick right back into your slit.

“Ahh you feel so good.” Ominis moans snapping his harsh hips right back into your tingling one. Sebastian grabs the back of your knees pulling them towards your chest, opening yourself up more as Ominis slams repeatedly into your special spot.

“Fuck- wait!” You scream as the knot in your stomach snaps instantly causing you to squirt. Ominis continues to slam his hips into your own drawing out his undoing for the third time that night.

You all lay lazily on top of one another heaving air back into your lungs after the worlds most intense exercise.

Sense starts to return to you, this was a terrible idea. The friendship was ruined all because you were horny from a love and lust potion.

"That was a wretdream come true." Ominis sighs drawing lines on your belly. "I hope we can do that again." Sebastian reaches around stroking his mates hair, wrapping his free arm around your waist.

"Me too."

______

It was the next morning, and you had spent majority of it sitting in the bath tub, soaking in bubbles to help soothe your aching muscles. You had noticed when dressing that a strong glow adorned your skin.

You walked slowly through the great hall, still aching from the harsh fuck-fest which was last night. You take your usual seat next to Sebastian.

"You're looking radiant today Y/n." Imelda comments with a slight smirk. "It's pretty funny how you two both walk a little funny this morning... and how you happen to have this skin glow today..."

"What ever could you mean?"Sebastian questions, with little effort.

"I'm just saying how interesting it is that Y/n didn't come back to our room until this morning, fresh from the bath tub... rather unusual isn't it?"

"Good morning!" Ominis announces, a chipper smile plastered across his face he too holding a glow.

"No freaking way! Y/n you dirty girl! I didn't know you had it in you!"

#Sebastian sallow x reader #Sebastian sallow x mc #Sebastian sallow x you #Sebastian sallow imagine #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt imagine #Sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut #Sebastian sallow x reader smut #ominis gaunt x reader smut #Hogwarts legacy smut #Hogwarts legacy x reader #Hogwarts legacy imagine #ominis x reader x Sebastian #Sebastian x reader x ominis #Sebastian Sallow x Reader x Ominis Gaunt #Ominis gaunt x reader x Sebastian Sallow #Sebastian x reader x ominis smut #Sebastian Sallow x Reader x Ominis Gaunt smut

[barbiecrocs]

Irresistible

Gojo Satoru

tags! cheating(you), phone sex, dirty talk, no piv(only describing it), praise

WC. 2283

Barbie's note... Yall im not even gonna come up with an excuse for why i have posted in so long. just enjoy the story:>

Damn, he misses you. He misses you so much, so much that he's been scrolling on your page for an hour and a half. It's common sense that he shouldn't believe everything that he sees on the internet or take it at face value, but it's only been a week since the break up and you've been acting so carefree and unfazed. You've posted a month's worth of bikini pics in such a short time period. This must be a revenge scheme and it was lowkey highkey working. He was pissed. The dozens of skimpy bikini pics with your friends. The friends that always encouraged you to go against his wishes and wear slutty round whore clothes.

 A shot of you tucked into a baby pink and white striped bikini that covered nothing but your pierced nipples. One bounce and they'd pop out, no, one breath and the whole thing would rip in half. How dare you wear that out in public? How dare you show off what belongs to him? The whole swim set could double as a long thread of floss. 

 The caption reads, "Hot girl summer with Dontae."

 He feels a blood vessel in his head nearly pop as his eyes drag across that sentence. He doesn't know a Dontae, so who the fuck is Dontae? The next picture was a selfie. Your camera was aimed high above your head making the baby doll eyes that always got you what you wanted very prominent. A cute and innocent smile playing on your face as you threw up a peace sign. The white cami that sat on your chest was tight and thin, leaving nothing to his imagination. Your thighs pressed together, basically swallowing the little triangle that was cover in your swimsuit bottom.

He swipes again, arriving at the second to last pic. It's an over-the-shoulder video of who he assumed this "Dontae" guy was. He's seen fluffing your butt and using it as a pillow. "Donnie, you are so funny." You giggle. Once he notices that you're recording he covers his face and plants it in the crevice under your ass. "Rate the softness." You clench your cheeks above his head as he gives you a thumbs up. 

Gojos' jaw clenches with jealousy, anger, and anything else that screams he doesn't like seeing you with someone else. Someone else touching what's his.  

God, he really fucked up with all the jealousy and possessiveness. Because now it seemed like you were glowing once you left him. All these photos of you dolled up just the way he liked it. The date night posts with light makeup, hair and nails done, and a beautiful evening gown. A silk white maxi dress that hung low around your breast, but hugged all your curves perfectly. A dress that you wore for him once upon a time.

 A dress that he loved to peel off of you in the privacy of your house. His lips would be locked with yours as he backs you onto the bed with a tiny bounce. A dazed look plastered on your face as you shuffled farther up the bed. For every scoot backward, he'd step closer on his knees. "Does towering over me make you feel big and bad?" You'd say, your back hitting the headboard, signaling that you backed yourself into a corner. "No, it makes me hard." He'd say, before dragging you closer by your ankle, and stripping off your dress. Then he'd take care of all your needs before using your body for himself.

 The uncomfortable tightness in his pants pulled him out of his thoughts and reminiscing. It's not a surprise, but he's hard. What else would he be when he's thinking about fucking you every which way? A heavy sigh leaves his lips when he rubs the space between his eyes. It's not like he has to take care of it, he could leave it alone, but where's the fun in that. You know, he could turn this little situation into something he doesn't have to enjoy alone.

 He sits up slowly, letting the blood in his body even out, more of it pumping into his erect cock than anything else. He looks down at the tent in his pants, conflicting thoughts circling his head. A tiny angel Gojo on one shoulder telling him to move on and that this action is naughty. On the other shoulder was a tiny devil Gojo telling him that there was no harm in it. To be honest, he couldn't care less about what the tiny gojos said because who does his good side think he is. He's never been the one that would be opposed to being a little naughty. So, why shouldn't he give you a call and show you the problems you caused.

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 "Babe. Can you make some more popcorn? If you miss anything important I'll tell you." You say, handing your boyfriend a greased up bowl that once had kettle and butter popcorn in it. "Try mixing cheddar and caramel corn this time." You turn around on the couch to watch the rest of the movie, but before you can refocus, your phone starts ringing. You lazily slide it off the table, looking at the unsaved but familiar number. "Hey, I thought we said no phones today. You're always on it."

"I'm sorry baby. I gotta take this real quick."

"What? But who is going to tell me what's happening in the movie?" You rush upstairs to the bathroom regardless of his complaints and concerns. You shut the door before locking it and toss your phone on the marble sink. 

"Um, hello? Who is thi-"

"Y/n-"

 His taunting voice reaches your ears and you hang up immediately, chills running up and down your spine. Your plan worked. He called you, your ex Gojo. Either he fell right into your trap or he caught on. He calls back and you pick up, giggling in his face. "Oooooh, you think this is funny? You must know that I'm nursing a hard-on right now." You can imagine him laid out on his bed, legs spread, phone held to his mouth with one hand and the other palming or stroking his erection.

 "Hmmm, I don't know. That seems like a you problem." You take joy in knowing that if he was here with you right now, he'd bend you over his knee like a bad girl for sassing him. "More like a problem you caused with those damn near naked pics." He hisses.

 "So you've been stalking my page?" 

 "Oh don't play dumb, it doesn't look good on you. You know what you're doing and I know that you avoided blocking me for a reason. You want me to see you in these skimpy outfits with this rando. I'm not dumb. I'm more than just a pretty face, Y/n." He hisses out once more.

 You roll your eyes at his insults and focus on the one unnecessary part, "Who said you were pretty?"

 "You, when you were hanging onto my hair for dear life while screaming about how I was your pretty boy who fucked you beyond imaginable." Your legs squeeze together as you think back to the said time. "Does that ring any bells or should I go on?" Of course it does, but why let the banter end now? You're already deep into this. Why not go deeper? Before you speak, your hand lifts up your skirt and slides your panties off. "I think you should go on." You circle your clit, muffling an airy moan. "Really, now? How about the time where I was tongue deep in that pretty pussy while you rode my face, hm? Begging your pretty boy for extra seconds, when you were basically suffocating me by rolling your hips an endless amount of times. I'd double tap your thigh for air, but you roded for an extra three seconds because it was so good. Maybe even too good. My breaks were short too, only four or five breaths before you plopped back down for another 20-30 seconds. Does that ring any bells?" Your legs fall open wider as you relax and think about his head between your legs. Suddenly gaining the urge to shut them when you find the perfect rotation on your clit. 

"Hmmm, I don't remember that either." A moan escapes your mouth at the end of your sentence. You quickly cover your mouth hoping that your silence would reverse your actions. "Oh princess, there's no hiding that. Are you touching yourself? Naughty girl." Heat rises to your cheeks, "You have no right to tease me! I know you're doing it too!" You hide your face in your arms even though he can't see your flustered expression. "Lemme see." His voice is deep and low as your head shoots out of your arms. "What…What?"

"You heard me. I said, "Show me". I wanna see you stuff that pretty pussy."

 Your boyfriend was downstairs waiting for you to finish your movie night and here you are on the phone with your ex, touching yourself, wishing he was here with you. The angel and devil on your shoulder bicker about what's right and wrong and what you should do. Yeah, you have a boyfriend, but… you also have Gojo. There isn't much thought behind your decision, "Oh, such a pretty pussy. Is all that schlick for me? I'm honored." He snickers. You're silent for a couple of beats, really feeling the guilt before shaking it off. Your knees come together, shutting your legs to show him that you weren't gonna continue yet. "I wanna see you too." 

 There is absolutely no hesitation before you hear the slow sound of his zipper coming down and some rustling from the other side of the phone. "Fair enough." Is all you hear before his camera turns on and he tugs his underwear a little lower than his balls. "Like what you see, doll? You miss this big dick? How the tip would slide up and down your wet folds, teasing you until you begged for it." His voice is low and rough before he spits in his palm and uses it as lube to stroke his length. You spread your legs, finding the perfect rotation on your clit again as you prop your phone on the tissue stand across from the toilet you were sitting on. "God I miss that perfect pussy so much." His head falls back toward the headrest of the couch, starting his slow and vertical strokes on his cock. Something inside of you snaps as you watch him stroke himself just to the mere thought of you. Only then do you fully reciprocate his desire, "She misses you too. I miss you. I want you." Your voice has a sultry tone to it with an ounce of desperation as your hands greedily speed up in motion on your aching bundle of nerves.

 "Shit, you should have let me know sooner. I can make all of your wants reality, just say the word." From the way that he goes silent, hanging onto the emptiness in the air, he must be expecting you to say something. Something similar to granting him permission to come over and fuck you like he'll never see you again. "Gojo, we can't." His strokes slow as disappointment takes over. "I'm at my boyfriend's house." There's a sliver and sadness and hesitation in your voice, just saying that sentence makes you feel dirty. Knowing that you have a boyfriend yet you're here entertaining your ex. You could try to come up with an excuse to make yourself feel better and push all accountability off your shoulders, but there isn't one. Your boyfriend isn't mean, controlling, or possessive so why would you do him so dirty? That was a question you didn't want the answer to for numerous reasons.

 "Oh naughty girl. Cheating on your boyfriend with your ex? Kinda makes me wonder if you cheated on me before." 

 There is no hesitation whatsoever, "Of course not." It's very clear where your priorities stand. Oh who are you kidding, you only went out and got a new boyfriend to make Gojo jealous. You guys were on a break technically, but he decided that he would talk to other girls so you did the same. Maybe you got a little sidetracked with this mini-quest and actually planned on giving it up for him. Today was supposed to be that day, "We were supposed to fuck today, but then you called." He tsks, "Glad I did. Don't you ever give up what's mine, you hear me?" You nod, too busy entertaining yourself to talk. Everything was moving so fast the conversation, your rising orgasm and the minutes ticking by until your boyfriend decided to drag you back downstairs, but would come to the realization that you were cheating on him. "To hell with him, why don't you come over here? I'm just aching to fuck you." He speaks before he thinks and there are a couple beats of silence before you respond. A pathetic please hanging on the tip of his tongue. "Okay." He half expects you to have an argument behind that one word or anything else, but by the looks of it you were aching just as bad as he was. You dreadfully moved your hands from your aching clit, your orgasm was right around the corner, but so was Gojo so you could stick it out for him. He's amazed at how fast you cleaned up, made an excuse, and kissed your boyfriend goodbye. Before he could make a comment on it, you were whipping around in your car and telling him that you'd be there in five then ended the call.

#smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen

[miasmaghoul]

i uh. i am entirely too gay for this shit. aether in bootyshorts was excellent, but now i raise you..the big boys in thongs? dew gets his fair share of feminization, but how about swiss walking around with the straps of a thong peeking out of his sweats?

huehuehue

HUEHUEHUE

@bluravenite drew the ghouls in thongs once did u know that

delightful

under the cut for slut activities, but no actual smut (gasp)

Swiss struts into the common room mid-morning, whistling and picking at a claw. Mountain and Dewdrop are there, the former buried in a thick book and the latter watching garbage television with a casual hand in his boxers.

"Mornin' boys," he says, sauntering to the fridge and scratching at his bare chest. He sees Dew's head tip back out of the corner of his eye, sees how Mountain peeks out from behind his pages.

"What the fuck?" Dew snorts as Swiss bends to grab a handful of grapes. Swiss smirks as he pops one in his mouth, striding over to lean on the counter as Dew shuffles to his knees. He stares blatantly at Swiss's hips as he crosses his arms over the back of the couch.

"What, see somethin' you like?" Swiss winks as Dew rolls his eyes. Swiss cants his hips forward and Dew's ears go pink. He hooks a thumb into the waist of his low-slung sweatpants and eats another grape.

"Is that what I think it is?" Dew asks incredulously, raising an eyebrow.

"Depends on if you think it's a bright pink thong, I guess," Swiss chuckles, watching Dewdrop's blush spill to his cheeks. He tugs one of the straps sitting high on his hips and snaps it against his skin.

"Where did you even get that?" Dew tilts his head unconsciously as Swiss repeats the motion, entranced. Swiss shrugs.

"It was in my laundry. Think it's Sunshine's."

"Then why are you wearing it?" Dew's voice cracks a little and Swiss grins.

"I'm outta clean undies, I guess. This was all I had left." Swiss gestures at himself. "Hence the laundry day attire. I gotta say, it's comfy. Plus is makes my ass look even more fantastic than usual." Dew makes a gagging sound, flushing red right down his neck as Swiss turns around.

"Oh yeah?" Dew chokes out, clearing his throat. Swiss is endlessly amused by how flustered he seems - their positions are reversed often enough behind closed doors, but something about Swiss in women's underwear seems to be pulling a certain thread for the little ghoul. Swiss looks back over his shoulder to find Dew honed in on the curve of his ass in his gray sweatpants.

"See for yourself," he purrs, tugging his sweats down to his knees much slower than necessary. He rolls his hips and arches his back, and Dew makes that gagging sound again as he leans over the counter.

Dew starts grinding his hips against the couch, and Swiss is certain he isn't aware he's doing it. His eyes are blown out, his mouth hanging open. Dew's claws are dug into his own forearms.

"Oh, she likes it," Swiss croons and Dew seizes, fangs digging into his lip to hold back the moan Swiss can see in his throat. Swiss stands and rubs his fingertips over where the elastic digs into his skin. Swiss turns to face Dew and the fire ghoul sounds like he might choke on his own tongue.

"I-is-," he swallows hard, hips twitching harder, "is that -"

"A rainbow unicorn," Swiss chimes in with a grin, glancing down at his crotch. "Like I said, think they're Sunny's."

"Lucifer," Dew breathes, and Swiss is sure he isn't meant to hear it. He looks over his shoulder. "Mount, you seein' this shit?"

Swiss had forgotten the earth ghoul was even here, still face-first in his book. Mountain peers over at them without so much an interested eyebrow raise. He flags his page and sets his book down, adjusting his glasses. He tilts his head, thoughtful.

"Not bad, if you like that sort of thing," Mountain says as he stands, casual as anything. He tugs his pajama pants over his hips and Swiss's jaw hits the floor. "I prefer something more like this."

Mountain is in a pair of lacy black panties, the fabric stretched over his half-chub. They sit low on his hips and press so very perfectly into the slight softness of his sides. Dew sounds like the wind's been knocked out of him. Swiss's grin turns predatory as he watches the fire ghoul's chin drop to his chest, watches him start rutting against the sofa with purpose. He winks at Mountain.

"Someone's learning about themselves this morning," he teases, and Mountain smirks. "Shall we teach him?"

"Absolutely," Mountain rumbles. They descend, and Dewdrop sobs.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlet #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul

[rayraygo1267]

A Gabenath Fanfiction: Threads of Warmth

Note: OMG YOU GUYS! I’VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LOOOOONNNGGGG! I’M SO SORRY!

I’ve had a lot of stuff in my personal life going on and I did kinda lose my motivation for a bit but I’m back now. I do not know if I will be posting daily like I used to, but I will still be posting much more frequently. As a way to make it up to all of you I made this little fluffy gabenath one-shot. I hope you all enjoy and again I’m so sorry I’ve been gone for so long. 😭😭😭

Rated: K

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,674

Summary: Nathalie and Gabriel find themselves both awake in the wee hours of the cold, wintry night and decide to take a midnight stroll. Some minor angst and fluff ensues.

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The frost on the window was pristine and crisp. A fog trailing along the opaque glass, curling in various designs that reflected out to the sparkling puddles of snow from the outside. 

Nathalie Sancoeur exhaled sharply. It was the first snowfall of the season — the sky was a sea of flying diamonds. She had to bite her lip to prevent a burst of laughter at the small childish desire that coursed through her, the desire to go out and wait for flakes of crystallizing snow to fall on the tip of her tongue and dissolve with a flourish. 

A gust of a windchill met her as she popped the latch of the door. Flurries dashed past, causing her eyes to widen in awe. It wasn’t as if she’d never seen snow before but the first remnants of it never failed to leave her mesmerized. 

She walked on the white powder, her silky slippers crunching in the icy mist. The moon was a balm of white light shimmering down on her, making the small icicles hanging from tree ledges and house fronts sparkle and gleam. 

“I didn’t think you’d be one to go out on midnight strolls,” came a soft intone. Nathalie felt a spritz of shock waver through her system, a poignant gasp leaving her lips. She hadn’t thought anyone else was out, much less at this hour. 

A chuckle reverberated, adjacent to the sound of doming bells. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

Nathalie paused and upturned her gaze, her expression regal despite the quick patter in her chest. “I figured you’d already be retired for the night sir.” 

Gabriel Agreste sighed, running a hand through his hair, pushing back the black beanie that obscured his head. He wore a pair of tight knit leggings that perfectly aligned with the outline of his hips and a maroon colored turtleneck sweater that climbed up his chest. 

Nathalie pursed her lips, a small pink flush rounding her cheeks. He seemed to be dressed quite appropriately for a winter night promenade; unlike her who only adorned a light nightgown, which although kept her covered was still quite flimsy, as it draped over her bodice, flowing lightly in the rashful breeze. In short, not the best choice of clothing for an icy outing on her part. 

“I couldn’t sleep. I tried to work on some designs to clear my mind but…” he paused, his throat working as he sighed once more, a puff of air fogging out into the wind. He trained his eyes on the snow covered path ahead of them as he spoke his next words. 

“My thoughts get too crowded sometimes, especially at night.” 

Nathalie was aware of this. As much as Gabriel tried to hide it, Nathalie could see through the dark circlets under his eyelids and the container of empty coffee pouches, accompanied by  the kitchen sink full of various drained coffee mugs, that Gabriel rarely, if ever, slept. 

Not that she could blame him, she herself didn’t get much sleep either. Perhaps that was something they shared in common, in the wee hours of the night their hearts would race and thrum due to the constant whispers of their anxieties and misfortunes daunting them. 

“I understand that. Sleep is…well…sleep is just difficult,” Nathalie chuckled lightly, brushing a stray wisp of her hair behind her ear.

Gabriel scoffed ruefully, “yes, well it doesn’t get much easier when all you can think about is the smell of rosemary poppy lotion and light feather skin…” 

Nathalie could hear the lonesomeness anguish in his voice as he spoke. She could practically feel it seething in her bones. 

He always got like that when he spoke of his flower — his Emilie. 

Nathalie felt the sprinkle of dots of snow dropping on the tops of her own skin, causing a sparse gooseflesh, as she reached out and placed her hand on Gabriel's padded shoulder in a supportive embrace. She knew there were not many words out there that anyone could say to soothe the heartache of the loss of a loved one. 

She knew enough of her employer to know that the torch he carried for his dear Emilie was one that could not be extinguished, in fact it only seemed to grow more vibrant — a pipe of gasoline dousing the remains of a nearly burnt out candle. 

Nathalie’s gaze roamed down Gabriel’s body, right from where her hand pressed on his shoulder, their mingled breath was meshed between them in moats. 

“I know this is your first winter without her sir. I know…” she blew out a breath, “I can see that you’re hurting.” 

She speaks with tenderness almost as if she were trying to coax a wounded animal out of a den. Though in this case she might be the wounded animal considering that Gabriel was known to always be ready to pounce. 

She waited, her heart a soft tick like a hummingbird's wings. 

To her astonishment, Gabriel’s eyes seemed to soften, though whatever thoughts he had on her statement he had chosen to keep to himself. 

He turned and headed down the gilded footpath in front of them, his eyes lingered on her, seeming to signify that he wanted her to follow and despite her lack of proper dressing for the occasion, she couldn’t stop herself from allowing him to guide her. 

They walked on in silence for a while. Their surroundings were too vacated in darkness to differentiate in which direction they were headed, but Gabriel appeared as if he knew where he was going, so Nathalie did not feel the need to comment. 

Her eyes studied the treks Gabriel’s long fur-lined boots made in the sleet. The firm imprint that his feet made in the ground was an easy compass for Nathalie to follow. At some longer intervals Gabriel would stop and look back over his shoulder to make sure she was still keeping pace with him. Although she would find herself taking lengthened strides to match his own, he never made out to rush her. He would wait for her until she stood only a few short feet away from him, the heat emanating from his body washing over her. 

Mixed in with the brisk air, the sparkling icicles  and the illuminated moonlight, Gabriel stood out — his golden hair a shining beacon in a world of shadows. He was a tall man with a firm build, easily recognizable. He always held himself in a stoic manner, one pertaining to confidence which was partly why Nathalie could always spot him in a crowd. He was hard to miss. 

Eventually they reached a small secluded grove, shrouded by wistful bare willow trees. From the tips of the elongated branches hang glacier spears that glistened and sparkled. Muffin-like puffs stuck out, covered in mounds of glitter that was snow. These puffs enlightened into bushes during springtime, but for now they were starry abstract shapes that swayed and danced on a pond of frost that Nathalie imagined had been gilded on by the ice skates of many neighbor children in the past, perhaps even Adrien as well. 

Despite the desolate beauty of the landscape before them, this meadow of crystals still had a cold bite. The adrenaline and the flush rounding Nathalie’s cheeks had kept her aboard and heated earlier but now here, in a stalemate with this whimsical winter wonderland her eyes couldn’t help but drift to the warm concealed body next to her. 

“Emilie and I shared our first kiss here, right in the center of that circle of ice.” He lifted his finger, pointing out where he and Emilie had stood. Nathalie’s eyes drifted to where his finger lay. She can imagine it. A young and dumb Emilie pulling a head over heels Gabriel onto the ice. Emilie’s hair would be voluminous, dashing around in the breeze, her eyes a plume of periwinkle. Gabriel would follow her lead, hanging on her every move. 

Nathalie could see vividly in her mind the moment their lips touched, warm and passionate despite the fierce chill surrounding them. Nathalie felt a prick of an unpleasant indescribable feeling strike her, a flurry, like a jab of ice. 

A poignant, feverish shiver ran down her spine, filling her from the inside out. Suddenly the adrenaline pumping her didn’t seem so potent, as it felt as though a mask of icy glaze was overcoming her. The corners of her vision were clogged, perhaps with flakes of snow or perhaps tears, she didn’t know. Even out and fully alert, her tiresome thoughts did not cease. 

“Are you cold?” 

Gabriel’s inquiry pulled Nathalie from her musings. She shrugged, a crimson coating her cheeks. 

Gabriel’s brows creased, “you’re shivering.” 

Nathalie chuckled nervously. “Am I?” 

Gabriel smiled softly, the corners of his mouth perching up. He placed a warm gloved hand on her shoulder. Her body stiffened and stilled.

“You’re not even wearing a proper coat!” 

His voice sounded as a drumbeat — exasperated. 

Nathalie felt the crimson dotting her cheeks begin to slither down her body like an unforgiving snake. 

“Well I didn’t think we’d be walking this far!” She argued, with a furious, maddening flush that didn’t seem to want to disappear. Gabriel chuckled softly to himself, causing Nathalie’s blush to only deepen. 

“Here,” his hands moved to his abdomen, “why don’t you take my sweater?” 

Nathalie’s brows raised to her hairline. 

“Sir—“ 

She couldn’t even muster another word, before the maroon velvety sweater was sliding off Gabriel’s body. The heated flush consuming her insides was like a replant to the bitter cold. She imagined her skin was as red and bright as the steaming star of mars. Then it was in a flash of a second. Everything seemed to move at the speed of light and then abruptly slow like a hockey puck sliding on withered ice. 

Underneath his sweater, shining out against the droplets of snow was Gabriel Agreste’s chest, though not completely bare due to his clear white undershirt, the contours and flexes of his chest were clearly, unmistakably visible. 

A puff of air that appeared as smoke escaped Nathalie’s lips in a plume as her mouth fell agape.

“I…” she somehow mustered out, though her throat was croaky as full of rasp from her shock. 

“Here Nathalie. Please, I insist,” his hand was outstretched, his arm as light and pale as the balming moon. His bare, naked arm. Nathalie’s breathing shaked, the warm puffs of it in the air quivering like notes rising up a music staff. 

Her fingers twitched and grappled at the texture of the cotton sweater. Her eyes darted down to it. It was long and slim and smelled of cologne and of newly dried laundry. 

Her gaze traveled back up to the eyes of her superior. His steely bluish gray eyes were misty and soft — kind. Nathalie felt as though she were deflating like a balloon. 

“Are you sure about this sir? I don’t want to be of any trouble…” she gulped, her throat closing for a brief pause. “Won’t you be cold sir? That…” she cleared her throat with a forceful swallow, “that is a very light shirt you are wearing.” 

Her rambling ceased though when she felt a gentle squeeze on her fingers. 

“Please Nathalie.” His tone was fierce and sincere however churned with a slight undertone of sternness. 

And yet with the way his eyes were pleading with her and how his grip on her hand did not loosen in the slightest, she could not bring herself to deny him. 

“Yes sir.” 

She didn’t allow herself to think, as she threw the sweater over her head, permitting it to mold with the shape of her torso. Though she should have because her senses were suddenly overwhelmed by a potpourri of stimulants. The cologne and musky scent of Gabriel’s sweat filled her nose along with the cloud of fuzzy warmth that soothed the goosebumps and trembles racking her body. The fringe of the turtleneck coursed around her neck and the fabric clung to her body, complimenting her curves. 

She felt as though she were wrapped in a warm comforting shield that would hold her up so she wouldn’t be blown away from the winter weather wind. 

Her eyes found Gabriel’s again. He stared at her a moment, his lips parted as if he were about to speak but couldn’t get the words out. 

He eventually closed his mouth, choosing not to comment at all. 

“Thank you sir.” Nathalie murmured, not knowing what else to say for this moment seemed so oddly intimate and yet so oddly fragile — a bubble that could pop at any moment. 

After another pregnant pause Gabriel finally spoke, though his voice was in a hush as if he were trying to whisper a secret. 

“Emilie gave me that…it was the first thing she ever gave me.” His fingers played with the lower  hem of the turtleneck, turning Nathalie’s heartbeat from soft pitter-patters to blazing gunshots. 

A sound of surprise and awe left her throat. Suddenly it felt a lot harder to accept this gesture. Gabriel didn’t seem to notice her unease. 

“I had stopped wearing it,” he admitted with a withered, grief stricken sigh. “In fact, I couldn’t  even bear to look at it…it hurt too much.” 

A gust of air left his lungs, a confession finally free from his conscience. 

Nathalie nodded in understanding, her gaze never leaving his. As he spoke she didn’t comment on how she could feel him guiding her forward. She didn’t comment as her feet turned to crystals when they met the ice. She didn’t comment as she felt herself sliding forward into a moonlit abyss. 

Suddenly they were standing in the center of the frozen over pond. 

Right where Gabriel and Emilie had once stood, hand to hand, mouth to mouth. 

Gabriel’s hushed voice returned, the only sound reaching Nathalie’s ears. 

“And then I think to myself…perhaps this sweater that holds so many memories and so much happiness and heartache deserves a new beginning. I am a man of my roots, a fashion designer at heart and I think…” he exhaled slowly, a plume of smoke arising from his mouth. “I think this sweater, fueled with the stitches and threads of Emilie and my love, deserves a new home.” 

Nathalie’s eyes widened, her glasses fogging with her breath and the watery glaze covering her irises. Her heart rate doubled when she fully managed to comprehend his words. 

“You want me to keep it sir?” She murmured, overwhelmed, confused and slightly unsure. 

Gabriel did not hesitate with even a breath on his response. He lowered his head, looking down upon her. His hand found its way around the side of her moisture covered and frost coated cheek.  His hand was warm yet cool at the same time — cold with a warm interior, just like Gabriel Agreste himself. 

He pushed back an errant strand of the scarlet streak in her hair, curling it back behind her ear. 

“Yes…” he breathed, his puffs of breath mingling with her own. 

Could this really be happening? Were they really this close, mere inches apart? 

The warmth of Gabriel’s hand and the comfort of his sweater took everything surrounding them away. Was this how Gabriel and Emilie felt when they were here at this pond? Nathalie pondered. Like they were at the center of this rink and even if they were to fall through and sink to the bottom it wouldn’t matter because they were all that mattered? 

Did that even make sense? 

Did any of this make sense? 

Nathalie decided that didn’t matter. All that mattered was this, her and Gabriel were at the center of this pond, breaths away from each other, surrounded by diamond filled weeping willows. 

It didn’t matter if Gabriel walked off now, even though Nathalie knew he wouldn’t. 

It didn’t matter because she knew his gift — this sweater — concealed with so much history of love and loss would keep her warm. 

Gabriel’s threads of warmth would keep her warm always.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think, I love feedback. Also if y'all have any fanfic requests let me know and I'll get to them as soon as I can! Again I want to apologize for my absence and I hope this little fic will be a good way to make up for it.

#gabenath #gabenath fanfic #mlb gabenath #miraculous gabenath #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #mlb nathalie #mlb gabriel #gabriel agreste x nathalie sancouer #gabenathship #mlb fanfic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous ladybug gabenath #gabriel x nathalie #miraculous ladybug #mlb shipping #adrien agreste #emilie agreste #emilie graham de vanily #gabriel x emilie #mlb fanfiction #mlb fandom #gabenathnation #miraculous gabriel #one shot #angst with a happy ending #light angst #fluff #apology #miraculous ladybug fanfic

[ikeromantic]

can there be a sequel with belle who is getting married soon and the princes are jealous because they thought they really would have a chance to marry belle one day ?

Thanks for the ask! I meant this one to be a bit funny when I started writing, but I think it's also a bit sad. Heartbreak, loneliness, and jealousy are fast friends. Approx. 2400 words

The day was perfect. Blue skies, a warm golden sun, bird song and flowers in bloom. The former Belle could not have asked for a better wedding day. Her dress was simple but fine, the fabric a pink so light it was almost white, the edges embroidered in gold thread. She wore a crown of flowers instead of gems, and her slippers were not satin, but she was happy.

Happy to be marrying a writer. His name was Nathaniel. She’d met him after leaving the palace when he brought a few copies of his book to the shop. He let her have a copy, and she’d fallen in love - first with his prose, and then with him.

Today, she would make it official. It was the best day of her -

“Emma.” 

That sharp, calculating voice interrupted her thoughts and pulled her eyes to the entrance. Sariel stood there, his expression one of intense disapproval. 

“Lord Noir.” She dropped into a practiced curtsy, his lessons flooding back. “Welcome. I - I didn’t expect to see you today.”

“I expect you didn’t, considering not a single invitation to this event made it to the castle.” His lips curved into a disapproving frown. 

Emma sighed and straightened. “You told me no contact. Clause 99.”

Sariel tsked. He was about to say more when Yves pushed past him and came into the room. For a moment the prince’s eyes went wide, his mouth open in a small ‘oh’ but he quashed the expression, replacing it with haughtily raised brows and a sharp smile.

“I don’t know what I expected from a commoner wedding. But surely our Belle could do better than this.” Yves stalked across the room, moving more like an angry cat than a graceful prince. “Who did your hair? And - this make-up?”

Emma winced. “I did?”

“This is why you should have sent me something. Now I’m going to have to spend time undoing this mess before I can fix it.” Yves pulled out the little stool from the vanity table. “Sit.”

Emma sat. “I really would have, Prince Yves. But Sariel made it quite clear that I-”

“A writer! You turned me down for a writer!?” Nokto sauntered into the room. “This must be some sort of joke. Did Clavis rope you into this?”

“N-no?” Emma tried to turn her head to look at the newcomer, but Yves wouldn’t let her. 

“While I do believe our former Belle could have done better than a scribbler, she could do better than you. With all due respect, Prince Nokto.” Sariel’s smile was worse than his frown.

“Nearly anyone would be better than you, Nokto,” Yves added. “Like me. Not - not that I would ever marry a commoner. But if I were interested. That’s all.” He cleared his throat.

Nokto sniffed. “There isn’t anyone better. I’m an experienced lover, good with a blade, better with words. Impeccable fashion -”

“You must be joking,” Yves interrupted.

“He is.” Licht’s voice came from somewhere behind Nokto. “He’s just jealous. But it’s ok Emma. I know why you didn’t choose me. I’m bad luck. So I’m not jealous. I’m . . . happy . . . for you.”

Nokto turned to raise an eyebrow at Licht. “That was practically a speech, brother. Did you practice it? Because you need to. Even I didn’t buy the last line.”

“I umm, I hate to interrupt? It’s really nice that you all came to wish me well but I really need to finish getting ready. The ceremony starts soon and I am not going to be late to my own wedding.” Emma tried to sound commanding but it didn’t have the desired effect. 

“Late, hm? I wonder what your groom would do if you simply did not arrive?” Sariel sounded contemplative. Terrifyingly so.

“Lord Noir, do not follow that line of thinking. If anything happens to Nathaniel, I will be very angry with all of you.” The former Belle gave them the look she wore when moments from slapping.

Nokto was quite familiar with it. He winced a little and took a step back.

“We should probably leave,” Licht sighed. 

“Yes, you should all go so I can repair her makeup.” Yves made a shooing gesture. 

Sariel nodded. “I will see you at the ceremony then.” He led the others out, leaving Emma alone with Yves.

“You know,” Yves spoke softly, close to her ear. “Clause 99 isn’t absolute. And it only applies to the king, really.”

“Prince Yves,” Emma struggled to find the words he needed to hear. She liked the arrogant but kind prince. He was like a hedgehog, prickly on the outside by such a softie underneath. And she realized her leaving had hurt him. “You know that you and your brothers are very important to me. But I’m not a noble.”

“A situation easily remedied.” Leon’s voice came from the hall outside. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” He came into the room, his easy smile absent for once. “I hope that isn’t the real reason you left, Emma.”

The former Belle began to rise so that she could curtsy but Leon waved her back into her seat.

“No need for that. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“But you’re king. I can’t just sit here, Your Highness.”

Yves tsked. “I need you to hold still, Emma. And shut your eyes.”

“Go ahead,” Leon chuckled. “We can talk while Yves finishes up.”

“Okay.” Emma gave him a nervous smile and then shut her eyes. She hadn’t imagined the King of Rhodolite would crash her wedding. Nathaniel and his family would be beside themselves. 

“Did you leave because you lacked a title? I would have granted you one, if it meant you might stay.” Leon pulled up a seat nearby. His voice sounded very close.

Emma sighed. “No. It’s not just that. I knew Sariel was right. If I stayed, I would end up hurt. It might even affect you and your brothers negatively. It wouldn’t have been right.” 

Leon took her hand between his. His rough palms held her gently. “I know you would never reflect badly on the royal family. Not anymore than we already do to ourselves. I mean, have you met Clavis?” They both laughed a little at that, then Leon went on in a more serious voice. “We miss you. I hope you know that.”

“I miss you all too.”

The king cleared his throat. “If - if you could, would you come back? To the palace, I mean?”

Emma squeezed his fingers. “To visit, yes. But I wouldn’t want to live there again. I have a good life in the city. And today, I’m marrying the man I love.”

Leon was silent for a moment. He let go of her hand.

Yves let out a long sigh. “You’re perfect now. You can open your eyes.” He held out a mirror for her to see what he’d changed. 

She didn’t really need the mirror. Emma could see the pride in Yves gaze as he looked at her, and Leon’s parted lips. But she checked anyhow. The small changes to her makeup and the style he’d chosen for her hair were more than perfect. She didn’t think she ever looked so beautiful. 

“You really are,” Leon stopped, swallowing. “You really are beautiful. That Nathaniel is a lucky man.”

“Too lucky,” Yves muttered. Then crossed his arms. “Well, that’s done. Don’t touch your face and if your hair starts to fall, I’ll be around. Come and get me to fix it. I know if you try to do it yourself, you’ll just mess it up.” Despite his haughty words, his lashes were damp and he wouldn’t meet her gaze. 

“Thank you.” Emma patted Yves arm. “You are both such precious friends. If it really is alright to contact you, after this maybe I could visit?”

“Or we could visit you.” Leon smiled. He took Yves by the arm. “We’ll give you some time to yourself. I think the ceremony starts soon.”

Meanwhile . . .

“So you’re the guy.” Jin leaned lazily against a doorframe, a lollipop jammed in his mouth. His garnet gaze focused intently on the young man standing on the other side of the small room. 

“I’m Nathaniel. Are you one of Emma’s friends?” He eyed the stranger with a little nervousness. This guy didn’t look like the bookish sort and as far as he knew, Emma’s only guests were her assistant Rio and the owner of the bookshop. 

“You could say that.” Jin crunched the candy and pulled the bare stick from between his lips. “My name is Jin.”

“Or you could say we were lovers.” Another man sauntered past Jin, ignoring him completely. 

Jin grinned. “In your dreams, Clavis. Stop messing with the guy. Look at him. He’s confused already.”

“He really is.” Clavis pouted. “It seems our Emma didn’t tell him about us at all.” He closed the distance, until he stood too close to Nathaniel for comfort. “Did she really never mention us? Not even me? The most handsome gentleman of all?”

That was when it hit Nathaniel. These were the princes. Royalty. In his dressing room right now. He swallowed. “Actually, uhm, she did. I’m . . . pleased to meet you.” 

“Oh good,” Clavis clapped his hands together. “I was beginning to worry.” He leaned close, examining Nathaniel as one might a strange bug crawling on the wall. “About how much would you say you weigh, hm?”

“Weigh?”

Jin held up a hand. “Don’t answer him. You’ll just encourage whatever trap or prank he has planned.”

Nathaniel glanced between them. “I’m very confused right now, if I’m being honest with you. Emma didn’t mention that any nobility would be attending and I - I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is here.”

“No proper etiquette,” Clavis grinned. “All you have to do is answer our questions. 

Jin straightened. “You can start by telling us how you seduced Emma. Because I can tell you, she’s a tough cookie. She doesn’t fall for the typical methods.” He pulled another candy from his pocket. “So. What’s your secret?”

“I . . . I don’t know? She liked my book?” Nathaniel was beginning to feel a bit threatened by these two. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but it sounded like the princes might be in love with his fiancée. 

A voice as cold as a deep winter storm interrupted whatever response Jin and Clavis might make. “I doubt that. The book was an amateurish effort at best. A play on tired tropes, the characters dull, the ending predictable.” 

All three of them turned to face the newcomer. He was terrifying. Tall and blonde with wide shoulders, a face carved from marble and set with pale blue eyes. Everything about him spoke strength and violence. 

Nathaniel didn’t need introduction to this one. He knew without asking that this was the Brutal Beast. The terror of Bloodstained Rose Day. He bowed. 

“Get up.” Chevalier walked into the room, his gaze evaluating and dismissing what he saw in the same moment. “Clavis, go dismantle the trap you set in the chapel. Now.”

Clavis smiled. “What trap is that, big brother? I have no idea-”

Chevalier’s sword flashed, the tip stopping just short of Clavis’ neck.

The younger prince smiled more widely. “I see. Then I best go check and make sure the chapel is safe. I’d hate to get blamed for someone else’s prank.” He sauntered out as if he hadn’t nearly been stabbed a heartbeat before.

Jin watched him go, hands in his pockets. The lollipop stick bobbed between his lips. “I should go too. I have some people to talk to in Grey Cliff.”

“Grey Cliff? That’s where Emma and I are going for our honeymoon.”

“You’re very simple.” Chevalier’s sword hovered in the air between him and Nathaniel. 

Jin just smiled and left, crunching his candy. 

Nathaniel wasn’t sure how to respond. This was a prince, and ingrained politeness told him he should agree with what the noble said. But his pride warred against being called simple. He ended up saying nothing.

The two men stood there, staring at each other. Chevalier’s ice cold gaze pushing back against Nathaniel’s warm brown eyes. 

“I could pay you to leave Rhodolite.”

“What? Why?” Nathaniel drew back in surprise. 

“Killing you would upset her.” Despite saying this, Chevalier didn’t lower his blade. 

Nathaniel took a steadying breath. Apparently there were more palace stories Emma needed to share. Because this was not something he expected. Getting death threats from a prince! “It - it would, yes. For whatever reason, Emma loves me very much.”

Chevalier’s eyes narrowed. “And you love her.”

“More than anything.”

The sword moved so fast that Nathaniel didn’t have time to be frightened. One moment, it hung in the air between them and the next, it pressed against the side of his neck. Cold and sharp and final in a way he couldn’t have imagined. 

“She is worth more than every writer in Rhodolite. More than every book you might ever pen.”

Nathaniel squeaked out a yes. 

Chevalier’s grim expression did not change. “If you hurt her. If she is hurt in your care. If she is unhappy. If I think she might be unhappy . . .” The sword pressed painfully into the skin of Nathaniel’s neck leaving a thin line of beaded blood. 

“I . . . I understand.” 

The sword drew back. Chevalier wiped the blade and sheathed it carefully. With a last haughty look at the trembling bridegroom, he turned and left.

Later . . .

Rio walked Emma down the aisle. Though his cheeks were damp with tears, he smiled broadly as he handed her off to Nathaniel. 

Emma made no comment at the hastily rearranged chapel flowers. She’d caught sight of Clavis carrying out some suspiciously heavy vases and had a good idea what might have happened. The scratch on Nathaniel’s neck worried her more, but he didn’t seem too concerned. 

His eyes lit up when he saw her, and her heart sped when he took her hands. 

The only royal that didn’t have his eyes fixed on her radiant expression was Luke. He’d passed out drinking mead before the ceremony started, and now he lay between the pews in a dead sleep. And even he dreamt lonely dreams of chasing sweet Emmas through long corridors, where she was always in sight and never in reach.

Each prince watched with varying degrees of envy. It seemed the Belle made her choice, and while she wasn’t selecting a king this time, the decision felt just as momentous. Every one of them wished, in that moment, to trade places with Nathaniel. What good was position and power without love? But they’d missed their chance and they knew it.

#ikemen prince #ikeprince au #ikeprince #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff #light angst

[rach-amber]

Chatgpt wrote me a Rachel Amber X Cassidy fic

I'm in disbelief

Title: "Unexpected Bonds"

Summary: Cassidy, the free-spirited traveler from "Life is Strange 2," finds herself in Arcadia Bay and crosses paths with Rachel Amber. Despite their different backgrounds and life experiences, a chance encounter leads to an unexpected connection.

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The coastal town of Arcadia Bay was a far cry from the open road and endless possibilities that Cassidy had grown accustomed to. Yet, as her wanderlust had brought her to this picturesque corner of the world, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

One sunny afternoon, while wandering through the town, Cassidy noticed a group of students hanging out near the lighthouse. Among them was a striking girl with piercing green eyes and a fiery aura. It was Rachel Amber, a name that echoed in the town's stories and legends.

Rachel's eyes, a captivating shade of green, caught Cassidy's attention as their gazes met. A curious smile played on Rachel's lips as she approached the traveler. "You're not from around here, are you?"

Cassidy shrugged with a grin, her backpack slung over her shoulder. "Nah, just passing through. You could say I'm a traveler, going wherever the wind takes me."

Rachel chuckled. "I can relate to that. Arcadia Bay can feel like a world of its own sometimes."

As the conversation flowed, they discovered common threads in their lives despite their different backgrounds. Rachel, a student with dreams of escaping the town, found herself intrigued by Cassidy's stories of the open road. Cassidy, in turn, was captivated by Rachel's passion and spirit.

Days turned into evenings spent sharing stories by the campfire on the beach and exploring the town's hidden gems. The unexpected bond between the free-spirited traveler and the aspiring artist deepened with each passing moment.

One evening, under a sky painted with hues of orange and pink, they sat by the campfire, their words more intimate than ever before.

Cassidy leaned in closer, her voice soft. "You know, Rachel, I've traveled to so many places, but it's here, with you, that I feel like I've found something truly extraordinary."

Rachel's green eyes met Cassidy's, and a warm smile graced her lips. "I feel the same way, Cassidy. It's like you've brought a piece of the world to me right here in Arcadia Bay."

Their conversation faded into a comfortable silence, and in that moment, as the stars began to twinkle overhead, Cassidy and Rachel found themselves drawn closer still. Their lips met in a tender, unexpected kiss, sealing the bond that had formed between them.

It was a moment neither of them had foreseen, yet it felt right, as if the universe had conspired to bring two souls from different worlds together in this small coastal town.

Chat really is insane.

#rachel amber #cassidy #life is strange #rassidy? #life is strange bts #life is strange before the storm #lis #life is strange 2 #life is strange fanfiction #chatgpt #ai #lgbtq+ #gaming #omg

[kamisamawashinda-tte]

I don't know what you ship but if you're willing, EiRitsu with "a kiss for good morning". Or you can do a ship of your choice for the same prompt!

when it comes to me, the better question is what don't i ship because i find it hard to Not see beauty and intrigue in every fictional interpersonal relationship Plus im delusional and everything is romantic to me

never change // eiritsu 1.3k gen reminiscence based on prompt 1

I remember begging time to let this stay, to let us be, and so we have if only at her mercy. I remember feeling sick with all that went unsaid, what went unseen, though memories of back then have since bled into my dreams. It's hard to say- it's gross to say- but it just might be that I liked it better that way.

or: ritsu has a fun little nostalgia trip and a totally awesome happy time

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His head slumped further down against his propped up arm- not an uncommon occurrence for him- but his eyes stayed open and focused. Very uncommon for Ritsu, of course, was the perfect naptime opportunity passed up. Perhaps the most uncommon for him was not being able to let that opportunity take him. To be awake against his will really should not have been possible for a practiced and skilled sleeper such as himself.

To fail at his greatest talent... Ritsu very much wanted to pretend he couldn't figure out why. Maybe a problem left unaddressed dissolves into nothing, and maybe a young man with no problem finds sleep with ease.

He wanted to stray his gaze away from the café window, to pry his attention away from what lay just outside. What should have been harsh against the eyes, bright magenta under the unfiltered sun, poured into his own so soft and dull.

Proud, flowering larkspur swayed with grace in the afternoon breeze. Up against the building's sides where the owner kept her love to share with customers and passersby alike. All purple and pink, a bright, happy sight intended to fill the heart and calm the mind.

Ritsu could feel a tinge of strain behind his eyes from how fixed remained his stare. Threads in his chest pulled tight as if trying to unravel, while clouds in his head grew heavy and hazy in the most uncomfortably conscious way.

He frowned as his coffee touched his lips. He'd ordered coffee, for fuck's sake.

The FLAVOR meet-up hadn't gone all that different from usual, not at all in a way that could warrant such a sorry after state- even if they did end up in a café, Ritsu's very least favorite place to wrongfully dignify with such a sacred ritual.

How Hajime's whole face, typically kept composed and reserved, lit up at the mention of such a cozy spot's reopening. How Hiyori was delighted to find that two other members knew the place he'd brought up. How gently excited Tatsumi seemed to stumble across another common item of interest to bond over.

"Well then," Eichi had stood up off of the couch abruptly, "what are we all still sitting here for, hm?"

Through haste and giggles, the five of them collected up all of their tea leaves for the day and shuffled out the door of Tatsumi's shared Starmony Dorm where they had initially planned to hold the gathering.

From there played out the same old catching up, the same old gossip that some preferred to pretend wasn't gossip, and the same old refreshing wave of contentment.

The group split off at the designated hour, all but one having planned carefully around arrangements for a neat and productive schedule that left no room to dawdle.

Ritsu remarked something like that he really couldn't be bothered to get up with all the warm treats he'd indulged in. Everyone decided that this was a very Ritsu thing to do, and a very Ritsu thing to say. They exchanged their farewells and let the sloth laze.

His cup met the table with a hesitant removal of the hand that had to work without a guide. Not once did his gaze falter.

He watched the flowers dance like they meant to taunt him. How blurred the rest of the world became while those joyful little larkspurs stayed sharp and clear.

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Ceaseless colors, bright by nature but muted to better please the eye, wrapped around and dyed the endless stream of shapes that flew behind his eyelids while they rest shut. The shapes came in patterns, playing out like a program aired with no discernable purpose. As fast and clear as they'd started out, lines began to slow and blur shortly. Colors mixed, light swirled, and everything felt... fuzzy.

Ritsu Sakuma reluctantly flitted his eyes open to see two arms. One was his own, splayed carelessly against the tall, slightly wet grass. The other extended from a point just out of his hazy view. Adjacent to where his terrible mess of hair rested with grass and dirt ghosted a gentle hand from above.

The sensation of light tugs gave him the impression that those fingers had just been entwined with his hair before trailing softly down his face.

And when he lifted- well, rolled over- his head just enough to get a fuller perspective, the tender touch followed his cheek.

Eichi Tenshouin's fond look grew into a radiant smile rivaled only by the morning sun rising behind him.

"The whole night?" His words were chosen to chide but came out amused. "We leave you for a little afternoon nap in the garden, and you manage to sleep on campus for the whole night..."

Ritsu put on a little show with his eyes, throwing his gaze in every direction before responding with, "Looks like it~"

Sunlight hit them disproportionately, framing Eichi where he knelt in the grass like a halo from behind and thus coloring Ritsu with his warped shadow.

Far passed his waking, and his senpai still hadn't stopped petting his face. Rather than bothering to wonder why, Ritsu moved the arm he couldn't see from where it lay across his stomach to hold the back of Eichi's hand in his own. The silence that composed the space between them was, against all odds, quite comfortable. Reflecting in each's eye was the other, infinitely intimate and uncannily understanding.

Following more than enough stagnant air, Eichi breathed out a curt chuckle through his nose. "Do we think it is about time to get up?" His adoration couldn't- perhaps pointedly wouldn't- be masked, every word woven with warmth. "I'm sure your dearest Knights are wondering what you've gotten up to."

They were not. Both boys knew this.

Ritsu humored him anyway. "Hmm..." his eyes closed while he gently stroked the fingers playing in his hair with his own. "I don't kno~ow..." He barely even reopened his eyes before glancing back up through his lashes. "The garden is just so comfy that I don't see any point in moving without some kind of motivation, Ecchan~"

He was well aware of how his naturally absurd disregard for rationale captivated his senpai so. Well aware of the fact that if Eichi had been born just a little healthier, if he had been saddled with just the littlest bit less of responsibility, then his next course of action would most likely have been to lie right down next to Ritsu in the grass and let the clouds be their teachers for the day.

But, realistically, Eichi only had so much time.

He let his hand fall from his kouhai's hair, landing their now interlaced fingers in the grass just beside them. With that, he leaned off of his legs and more over Ritsu, all the while lowering himself so as to level their faces.

Ritsu blinked up at him lazily, expression unchanging- though not exactly that Eichi's expression had really changed so much since he'd woken up either.

Eichi shut his eyes this time around as he made the final move for their lips to meet. The speed at which Ritsu responded gave away his current charade of debilitating fatigue.

Similarly quick to his upper back was a supporting hand when he began to sit up- if only as an excuse not to end the kiss as Eichi started rising himself.

Amusement foiled them anyway, Eichi being unable to hold back a less than dignified snicker.

"Oh? Are you 'motivated' all of a sudden?"

Ritsu's eyes focused on a shining star, accentuated under the sunlight and framed by gorgeous larkspurs, purple and pink.

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..

...

He could feel a faint tingling on his lips, uncomfortably unforgettable how soft, how sweet the kiss of a living corpse.

And very much more unbearable was the memory of a world no longer real. Of someone who would still look his way, but now with a wandering gaze.

Ritsu leaned back in his booth seat and looked up at the ceiling light. He hoped it could blind him if he stared long enough.

#eiritsu #enstars fanfic #ritsu sakuma #eichi tenshouin #fic prompt #that black tea gacha did something to me #theyre so fucking weird

[x-ceirios-x]

City of Bones: Epilogue

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

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Clary looked at herself in the mirror in the elevator in the Institute. The doors shut behind her with a quiet creak. Most of her bruises and scrapes had faded to invisibility. She wondered if Jace had ever seen her looking as prim as she did today—she’d dressed for the hospital in a black pleated skirt, pink lip gloss, and a vintage sailor-collared blouse. She thought she looked about eight. 

Not that it mattered what Jace thought about how she looked, she reminded herself, now or ever. She wondered if they’d ever be the way Simon was with his sister: a mixture of boredom and loving irritation. She couldn’t imagine it. 

She heard the loud meows before the elevator door even opened. “Hey, Church,” she said, kneeling down by the wriggling gray ball on the floor. “Where is everyone?”

Church, who clearly wanted his stomach rubbed, muttered ominously. With a sigh, Clary gave in. “Demented cat,” she said, rubbing with vigor.

She heard a door click shut behind her and a familiar voice sound from a few feet away. “He’s not all bad. Though I’ll never forgive him for the time I was looking for Alec after I went on a solo mission at fourteen and he brought me to Hodge.”

She stood and turned to see Rowan leaning against the wall. They looked better than the last time she’d seen them—then again, that was in the back of Eric’s car, almost bleeding out from a giant gash in their hip, clothes torn and bloodied. Now, they stood clad in sweatpants and a plain black tanktop with a slouchy, worn-out sweater hanging off their one shoulder. The sweater was undoubtedly Alec’s in the way it was entirely too big for them. Their hair looked like they’d just woken up from a nap but they clearly didn’t look rested. She didn’t think she’d ever seen them look rested. Always tired. 

“How’s your hip?” she asked gently, not wanting to pry. They seemed like they always had an issue with her, but she wasn’t sure what she did that made them dislike her so much. She chalked up Alec and Isabelle’s initial reaction to her as being the new person, but Rowan had been outright hostile without provocation in the beginning. More so than Alec and Isabelle combined. 

They shrugged. “It’s better. Lots of rest for Alec and I. Isabelle’s being all mother-hen about it. I’m barely allowed to move and I didn’t even break anything.”

She smiled at them. “Glad to know you’re both healing. It’s, ah…” she paused, trying to think about how to phrase the next thing she wanted to say. They didn’t like her—she acknowledged that. And it was weird to get sentimental with someone that didn’t like you. She forced up the courage, anyway. “Thank you,” she said slowly, almost apprehensive. “You didn’t…have to take that hit for me. But you did.”

She was almost annoyed that they rolled their eyes, but she figured that was how they dealt with sincerity. Letting it roll off their back like nothing hurt them—it seemed to be a common thread among the shadowhunters she knew.  

“Don’t worry about it. Any friend of Jace’s, right?” they asked, but she could tell they didn’t mean what they said. She was determined to figure out why they’d do such a thing for someone they only met two weeks ago and seemed to hate but now wasn’t the appropriate time for all that. 

“What’s your deal with him, anyway?” she asked, voice much lighter. She was just curious—they seemed to have some feud that no one wanted to talk about. “You two get into a fight or something?”

They laughed. Really laughed. Even Alec made jokes when he was nervous, but they’d never seen Rowan look relaxed enough to find anything funny. They were much more stoic than he was. “Ask Izzy. She’ll give you the details. Long story.”

“Clary!”

It was Isabelle, swooping into the foyer in a long red skirt, her hair piled on top of her head with jeweled clips. “It’s great to see you!”

Rowan scoffed. “Speak of the devil and she shall appear.”

Isabelle shot a half-hearted glare over her shoulder at Rowan, who threw their hands in the air in surrender and stalked off with a slight limp. She did hope they healed okay after quite literally saving her life.

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#xx.rowan #magnus bane #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #alec lightwood #clary fray #shadowhunters oc #shadowhunters ocs #simon lewis #the mortal instruments oc #the mortal instruments ocs #isabelle lightwood #jace herondale

[another-corpo-rat]

Prelude of Ours

I’m back on my AU bullshit and I’m dragging Jackie’s ass into it now.

Regency AU Jackie Welles/Fem V | One-sided Arthur Jenkins/Fem V Summary: V’s life is in danger of becoming unbearably changed, Jackie has an offer to make it a lot more bearable.

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The bite of the cold air is a welcome thing as Valerie slips free into the gardens, her skin warm from the heat of the tightly packed ballroom, blood abuzz from the energetic plucking of strings and the steps that follow to their rhythm. At least, that’ll be her excuse for the pinkness in her cheeks and the tip of her ears should someone come to inquire the reason for her slipping out as quiet as a thief. The truth of it, that the sickening warmth had clawed up her chest at Jenkins’s proposal was entirely too likely to raise more questions and invite a chatter she didn’t have the strength to bear for the foreseeable future.

She could only pray that he would keep it between them for now – that he would make no effort to approach her father with it instead, or that it perhaps was even one of those business hypotheticals he was so keen on prattling about while also waving away her own mild interest with the claim that she wouldn’t understand the true grandness of it all. The business in this instance was simply marriage. To him.

There was certainly lead or something of a familiar weight in the night’s drinks, as her stomach felt heavy with the thought yet the pace of her steps hurried, carrying her further away from where curious eyes might pry. She had little doubt her father would give under the consistent pressure of mother and her insistence that Jenkins would be a good fit for his only daughter, that he was indeed a good man – for her mother made no distinction between wealthy and good, and Arthur Jenkins despite the unshakable unpleasantry of his temper and the many more displeasing facets of his personality, was considerably wealthy. There would be a mere pretence of choice in the matter, if she was offered the pretence at all. She would not choose Jenkins as a partner in any matter; he was dreadful enough as a dining guest, or a dance partner, as stiff in the steps as he was in conversation with any he deemed below him. No, she would much rather—

“Jackie?”

Despite her surprise, she is still cautious of the pitch in her voice; her shock little more than a whisper into the night’s air but still enough that the man in question, who was currently halfway over the hedges, pauses in his venture. She imagines his expression must mirror her own for a brief second; wide-eyed surprise, his lips parting into an ‘o’ as his head snaps to the sound of her, but his surprise is much more short-lived than hers, his expression easing into something much more familiar – that bright, doe-eyed smile that lights his face upon seeing her. No matter how many times their paths may cross or however short their time spent apart, it never fails to alter his already handsome features into something much more beautiful to behold. It eases her somewhat, the fanciful little voice in her head drawing threads from old tales of princesses and knights; that he must be hers to come to her now, when her chest is so tight she fears it may squeeze her heart into stopping. But still— “You shouldn’t be here.”

His dismount from the height is a practiced thing, done with such ease that she has to remind herself of his life as a petty thief and that those cat-like landings, heavy as they were, were honed from necessity rather than any natural skill. She watches as he rubs his attire down, casting aside stray leaves and twigs caught upon fabric, and notes that it is significantly different than what he’d usually wear; gone is the apparel of a common man and in its place is the finery she’d expect from her peers – or that she would expect, were it not a lifetime out of fashion and ill-fitted on his broad frame.

“I know, I know,” he placates, his hands outstretched between them, palms facing her. She can see the roughness of them even in the dark, well known to her mind’s eye from the time she has spent meticulously mapping them with her own delicate fingers. She’ll cling to those memories should her fears of the night come to pass. “They’ll think I’m your…your…what was it again?”

“A cur I lifted off the street.”

“Right, that. So,” he gestures proudly to the outfit, puffing out his chest and giving her a slow spin to appraise it further than she already has. She takes the opportunity of course, and deems that it is acceptable in its complimentary tightness around certain assets of his figure. “What do you think?” She thinks it doesn’t suit him, that is ill-fitting on him in a way she’d struggle to articulate beyond stating the sight as wrong. But she spares him that, knowing it will bring the tightness back to her chest and that he would set whatever hopes and plans he had for the night aside to take her hand in his and soothe her nerves. He was terribly skilled in that art even before she realised he had stolen away a facet of her heart, when their relationship was soundly a thing she could call friendship and not—not whatever she wished it to be now.

“I believe you’re in great danger of being assumed a Spaniard.” He lays a hand over his heart at her words, bracing as if she had struck him and muttering to God in a tongue she regrettably never learned. That’ll be her excuse she thinks as she feels her expression tighten and her lungs heft with effort, for why her mood has suddenly turned, for why she doesn’t share in his usual exuberance at seeing him again. His own countenance turns to concern, stepping forward to brace her with rough hands in a gentle hold as she draws in a too purposeful breath.

“What’s wrong, cariño?”

And it is a lacklustre excuse she realises quickly, unfair to them both but especially to him – he is no idiot. He knows her well enough to know her moods, and that a lack of skill would nary be enough to move her to tears.

“I…I believe I may be engaged before the night’s end, or perhaps by teatime on the morrow…” She wishes to prick at her nails, or chew on her lip, both until the part in question is bloodied. The sting of it will hurt less than the ache blooming in her chest, an ache that Jackie shares in but presses down, his hands upon her arms trembling as his thumb traces a comforting motion. It is not enough. She steps closer, pressing herself tightly to him and yet yearning to be tighter still even his arms curl around her.

“Do you remember that night on the docks?” His voice is quiet, breathy and warm against her ear and yet cautious too, as if he were treading on ice. She nods without lifting her head from where she has it buried against his shoulder, breathing in the faint spice of his cologne. As if she could forget that night and the promise he extended at the same moment he held his own heart out to her. “The offer is still there, Valerie.”

“And where would we go?”

“Anywhere. Wherever you want, we can go and find El Dorado if that’s still on your list.”

“You remembered…”

“Always do…or try to, when it comes to you.”

She knows what her answer should be, knows that she shouldn’t even consider his offer as anything more than a flight of fancy that will have her plummeting within weeks of accepting. If not for herself, she should consider her family; the scandal she would stir, the whispers that would follow for generations. The shadow of the runaway-daughter looming so greatly even over the grandchildren of her future nieces and nephews, twisting into some warning or another. And yet—

“Let’s go, Jackie. Together.” She lifts her head to look up at him, smiling through teary eyes as he lifts a hand to cup her cheek, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. The warmth of him pleasant.

“Together.”

#cyberpunk 2077 #Jackie Welles #Fem V #fic tag #my writing #Regency AU #you can tell where i got tuckered out on the denser writing lol #aw well #still quite fond of this despite that #dont know if ill continue this one #but if i dont its important to know that they live happily ever after #V is a bit miffed they don't find El Dorado #but she finds something even better #(Jackie's everlasting love and affection <3)