#he just shoves his nose under the laptop and pushes it away

[iamallyetnotatall]

Me: trying to write on my laptop that's in my lap

My Dog: *Shoves it away with his nose*

#he just shoves his nose under the laptop and pushes it away #like excuse me sir #I am writing here #he got a haircut recently so has been like extra cold and cuddly #yay canadian fall

[hyunsvngs]

lowkey college has been kicking my ass big time 😭

all i can do to stop myself from having 8 mental breakdowns an hour is thinking abt college bf minho <33

like imagine you'd come back to ur dorm stressed after exams and he would just fuck you senseless until all you could think about was him <3

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 - college au!lee minho x fem!reader

wc: 2k

cw: SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: your cutie college student boyfriend agrees to help you into subspace to take your mind off of your stressful exams.

a/n: idk. i just dont know this happened and i’m not apologising. enjoy. smut warnings under da cut as per!! this is just a lil one but i hope u enjoy<3

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sw: d/s dynamics, oral (f rec), mating press position, unprotected sex, creampie, subspace & mentions of domspace, petnames: kitty & jagi, HEAVY dirty talk, mentions of pubes (as per)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You could barely see the streets on your walk home, eyes bleary with tears and giving you absolutely zero navigation skills. The only saving grace was knowing that your boyfriend, Minho, was in your room and readily awaiting your return. He was lucky to not have any exams this term, only assignments, and you were unlucky to have controlled exams in every single class.

The exam you’d done that day had been the worst thus far. You knew nothing. The whole exam you’d been sat there, hand on your temples just trying desperately to remember something, but nothing had come to you. You’d ended up writing absolute nonsense before packing up your stuff and leaving, crying the whole way home.

Minho was perched on your bed when you entered. His glasses were round, perched securely on his sharp nose and he was casual, hoodie and joggers both grey and clean. There was an anime playing on his laptop, and he was staring at it while shoving crisps into his mouth. When you entered, a small sniffle giving away your return, Minho’s eyes snapped immediately to you.

“Oh,” He blurted, immediately rising to sit up. You dropped your bag on the floor and Minho’s hands went straight to your hips, still covered in some salt from the crisps he was eating. He pulled you into his lap, settled on his thick, dancer’s thighs. When he pushed the hair out of your eyes, it almost broke his heart. “Oh, jagi. Jagi, why are you sad? Did it not go well?”

“Hmph, no,” You sniffed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Minho sighed, rubbing your back over your t-shirt. “I knew nothing.”

“You may have done better than you think, y’know? Don’t stress too much,” Minho’s voice was low, soothing, intertwining with the anime still playing on his laptop. “What can I do to help? Do you wanna watch this with me?”

“Mm, don’t have the attention span right now,” What else could he do? Your thoughts immediately went to the sewers. You were settled on top of his thighs, and you could feel them, clenching and unclenching and… yeah. You knew what you wanted to do. “Min. Could you… take my mind off of it?”

“Take your mind off of it?” He repeated, eyes soft when you finally emerged from his neck. He gazed into your eyes, a loving, fond look in his own. Then, the penny dropped. He blinked, and then he was smirking, hands starting to stroke over your hips instead. “You want me to fuck you, jagi?”

“Please,” You nodded, hands gripping the fabric of his hoodie. “Do that thing, the thing where you… make me feel all fuzzy, ‘n stuff. The thing where I don’t think.”

Minho tilted his head to the side. “You want me to dom you, pretty girl? Send you into subspace?”

Well, when he says it like that… “Yes.”

“On your back.”

You were quick to oblige, stretching leisurely onto your back on your little twin bed. The downsides of having a dorm room, you supposed, but at least your flatmates were fine with you having Minho present constantly. Minho shut his laptop, and then he was looming over you, a strong figure of authority despite having such casual clothing on.

“You know what to say if you need me to stop,” He mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Say it.”

“Red,” You felt out of breath already when his lips trailed to your neck, sucking marks into the skin with eagerness. Minho was gorgeous, and he was even better in bed, especially when he got like this - his dom headspace was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen in your life, and you’d swear by that. He was experienced with it. He knew what he was doing.

You were convinced even more so of that when his lips met your earlobe, his tone low as he pulled your jeans down. “I’m going to eat this sloppy cunt, and then I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know your own name. Got it?”

“Oh my God, please-“

“Stop whining like a little bitch, or I’ll treat you like one,” He nipped your earlobe with his teeth, and then he was moving to position between your thighs. Your underwear wasn’t exciting, just a simple white cotton, but the way Minho looked at you made you feel like a supermodel. He was staring directly at the wet patch starting to soak the fabric, and you shifted, wanting his mouth on you, like, yesterday.

As if he could read your mind, his nose pressed into your core and he inhaled. It was such a strong scenting that you could hear it, his lips parting to let out a small sigh afterwards. Then, his tongue was pressing over the cotton, soaking it with his spit.

“Mm, it’s good. Maybe I need a better taste, yeah?” You nodded at Minho, making him chuckle. He reached up and hooked his thumbs into your underwear, pulling it down and exposing you to the room. You knew your folds were wet and could feel as much when the air hit them - your clit was engorged and poking out of your pussy, begging for attention.

Minho clearly felt pity on you, because his lips were instantly wrapping around your clit and sucking. You gasped, hips bucking up into your touch, and he was quick to pin them down into the mattress with one small hand. From this angle, you could see where half of his body laid off the end of the bed, knees planted on the floor to be closer to you. His tongue laved over the button between your legs, and when his dark feline eyes looked up at you, you knew you were done.

“Min- Min, please, can I have fingers, too? I- I need, need to cum, need-“

“Will you shut up?” Minho pulled away, licking his lips. You would’ve been shocked, but Minho knew him being mean was a sure way to send you into that headspace you so desperately needed to be in. “I know how to make this pussy cum, so don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

With that, he was lowering his head back into your core. Both hands splayed across your hips to keep you grounded, and his tongue swiped through your folds, collecting the slick that had accumulated there. You let your hand drop down to his hair, enveloping the dark strands and pulling slightly against them. It made Minho let out a deep, brief noise, and then he was eating you like a man starved.

The way he was licking between your folds and against your clit had your eyes rolling back, fingers gripping the sheets. It was so, so good, you felt so sensitive, and your head was feeling fuzzy already. He was just so good in bed. His tongue started to trace circles on your clit, and you whined, heavy breaths tumbling from your lungs.

“Gon’ cum,” You slurred, licking your lips to try and bring you back to reality. “Gonna- gonna fucking cum, Min, I can’t-“

“You’re gonna cum?” He pulled away, thumb now rubbing your clit to keep you on the edge. “You know you can’t though. Not until I say you can, yeah?”

You whimpered, thrashing around. “I needa. Need to cum, need to be good, good kitty, am I- hng, am I good kitty? I can’t hold it, I can’t! ‘S too good-“

“Be a good fucking kitty and hold it,” He had shifted now, you realised, face now close to you again. His thumb continued to circle your clit and you gripped his arm tightly, toes curling into the sheets. It was too much. You were going to cum. “Fucking hold it. Do as I say. Do you want my cock?”

Your eyes flickered down to the bulge in his joggers, huge and pulsating. You nodded eagerly, trying your best to focus on anything that wasnt the ache in your core and clenching of your thighs. Then, Minho moved, yanking down his joggers and boxers to position his cock at your entrance. You wanted to cry at the feeling of your orgasm dissipating.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Minho said, forearms supporting him above you. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to cum on my cock.”

“Yeah, I’ll cum,” You mumbled, eyes bleary - although now for a different reason. Minho smiled at you, and then he was pushing in, thick length stretching your hole in the most delicious way. You moaned, hands moving to grip his biceps again as he immediately set a blistering pace.

“Legs up. C’mon, be a good kitty,” Minho pushed your thighs up, and you obediently wrapped your hands around them. He was deeper like this, chest pressing your legs into your body and cockhead ramming against your g-spot. The smattering of hair at his base rubbed against your clit in an awkward, yet satisfying friction, and before you knew it, you were on the edge again.

“‘M close again, Min,” You whined, lips parting. You were drooling, you could feel it, but you had to wait until he said. “Kitty needs to cum.”

“Kitty needs to, does she?” He scoffed, but pressed a kiss to your forehead nonetheless. “Well, kitty better soak my cock then.”

Your jaw dropped in an incoherent moan as you clenched around Minho’s cock, walls pulsating as you let yourself go. The orgasm was white hot, building in your core and travelling down to where your toes curled and up to where your back arched. You could feel it gushing, soaking Minho and the hair that adorned the base of his shaft. Minho groaned, and then he reached down with one hand, squishing your cheeks together to look at him. His pace didn’t falter, still bullying into your g-spot.

“You alright, jagi?” He asked, thumb stroking your bottom lip. You hummed, letting your body be jostled by the forcefulness of his thrusts. It felt like you were floating on a fluffy cloud, even more so after your orgasm - you couldn’t even remember what you’d been so worried about. “There we go. That’s it, you just float like that for me. You don’t need to think about anything, kitty.”

“Need cum,” You murmured, huffing when Minho laughed at you.

“I’m gonna give you my cum, kitty, I’ve got you,” He pulled your hips up, and then he was fucking up into you like you were a fleshlight. You tried to force your eyes open, and you didn’t regret it when they did. Minho’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat, soft dew on his honey skin and his eyebrows furrowed as he ploughed into you. The feeling was almost enough to get you to cum again, if you really focused, but you couldn’t. All you could think was Minho, Minho, Minho. “Let me fuck you like this. J-just, nice and hard, and I’ll-“

“Cum,” You repeated, shifting to fuck back onto his cock. You whined as he gripped your hips tighter, and then he was gasping, eyes widening. He was curled over you, jaw dropped.

“I’m gonna cum, gonna fill this fucking cunt, oh- oh, jagi-“ He was nearly whining, making you clench in approval of the tone of his voice. Minho collapsed over you, hips jolting in a staccato rhythm as he filled you up with his cum. You could feel it in your hole, wet and dripping. He pulled out of you with a now-softening cock, eyes following the leaking of his cum out of your abused pussy. Instead of moving, he collapsed on top of your body, nuzzling at your throat.

“‘M so relaxed,” You giggled, letting Minho kiss your nose.

“I bet,” Minho hummed in response. “I’ll let you float like this for a bit, but then you gotta come back to me, ‘kay?”

“Mmkay,” You chirped. “Cuddles.”

Minho chuckled, moving to lay by your side to pull you close. “Of course, jagi.”

#juno’s asks ♡ #juno’s fics ♡ #asks: lino #lee minho smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #lee know fic #lee know fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfiction #fic: destress

[blueparadis]

Head empty just needy chigiri, whimpering at every teasing feather light touch chigiri, falls apart at your fingers in his hair moaning when you fucking pull his hair chigiri, needs you right fucking now chigiri-

❝ SAY PLEASE ❞ + CHIGIRI HYOMA.

+. CWs —» f!reader, established relationship, flirting, power dynamics, s&d dynamics, cunnilingus, sensory deprivation, c*m-play; word count —0.9k

+. NOTES —» the way I read this and sat infront of my laptop...yep totally normal about him. !!!!! you can read my works via NAVIGATION LINKS.

The first thing Chigiri did after taking a bath was always to lay down on the couch, and watch his play recordings while sneaking glances at you, watching you all busy in the kitchen or humming and talking to your mom over the phone.

You might not be aware but he is mindful of you all the most minor things about you, the pout you do when you’re talking to your dad is different when you’re arguing with your cousin; he notices, all of it; that might have led him to make an exception today. 

Hyoma’s cold wet hands slipped under your top mercilessly as you were busy in the kitchen, his nose grazing the back of your nape, his wet hair tickling your collar as a shiver coarse through your spine. You protest, feebly, “Wh-what’re you doing, Hyoma? I would have hurt myself.”

You shove away his hands and then go back to chopping the vegetables at that very instant. He begrudgingly pulls away but doesn’t leave the place instead he turns on his heel, leans against the countertop, and silently gazes at you crossing his arms as you pay him no heed.

He thinks he could do this all day whereas you cannot; you cannot bear this pin-drop silence accompanied by his piercing stares. “Oh, God! What is it?”, you finally pitch in rolling your eyes out earning slightly puffy cheeks from him.

You secretly blame the dry fruits he was munching. “Nothin’ babe.”, he coos as he finishes the last chew. You scoff and turn around to fetch water for him but he quickly pulls you into his embrace, this time his hands going straight to your chest, your nipples. “Fuck, you sca-ared me.”, you huff. 

When you shift your gaze on him with the intent of shooing him away but all that defence melts away the moment you lock eyes with him.

“Did I really?”, he whispers softly against your lips. Your lips part in anticipation of a kiss yet you tend to believe that it is his rough, cold hands roaming all over your body. It is hard to differentiate, really.

“Um-hm.”, you respond curling your arm around his nape, through his hair strands, lips entangling with each other, body gradually turning under the influence, and suddenly you feel him moaning into your mouth, hands squeezing your curves, muscles, and ass-cheeks. There is something about the way he touches you today, it feels relaxing rather than devouring. His touches feel tired but he is not. 

Chigiri turns your body against him swiftly, his hands on your waistline, and your hands on his naked chest. He chases your lips and you keep moving away until he rests his head against your neckline, chuckling, and saying, “Y/n, what’re you doing?” You put your index on his wet lips saying, “Nothin’ babe.”, quirking an eyebrow and earning a click of the tongue followed by a smirk from him. 

“So, you wanna do this in a long way?”, he utters meekly as he kisses your pointing finger, eyes closing as he sucks it in. You let out a long sigh watching him suck once your finger and then you rub his lips, rough enough to earn a gasp.

He squeezes you in more making you graze against his groin, letting you feel his hard-on. “Ya’know we’ve guest- “Yeah! I know”, he finishes your sentence pushing you against the counter so as to go down on him.

But you stop him; grab his wrist so as to guide him to the wetting warmth in between your thighs. “Fuck, babe. You’re so wet.”, he rasps. His fingers skillfully rubbing your entrance making your toe curl, mouth open ajar, and breathing becoming irregular.

Your hands run over your body from over your belly to your waist to your boobs grabbing them as he slows down the pace of his fingers. He has not even put it in, not yet.

But watching you arch Chigiri’s lips involuntarily crash against yours. His slick fingers travel back, under your top so as to support you while his other hand desperately slips into your pussy making you jolt and bite his lip in turn. Generally, he pulls away when you bite him, on his lips but today he sucked your lips, biting and then slowly releasing. 

His eyes never leave yours, even if you cannot seem to maintain eye contact throughout. He quickens his pace of fingers as he breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, muttering, “Today.. I missed you, ya’know. at the game.ya’aren’t there…” and he trails off as your soft palms that were rested on his chest, slowly travels to his shoulders, gripping and scratching as he keeps fingering you; murmuring, “i wanted to see you. give you the taste of victory ya’know.” 

You lick your lips as one of your hands aids to his bulge. The moment you touch his cock, and curl your fingers around his member, his pace grew stronger.

You slowly stroke him, making him whimper, moan and not speak anymore. your palm skims through his hair to pull him in, for a kiss but he is fast and more precise than you. Moaning into his mouth, you grip his hair strands as you relish in your orgasm. 

Chigiri doesn’t move, doesn’t let go of the hand he has on the valley of your waist, not until you open your eyes, release his hair, and watch his lovesick eyes glued on you. “Fuck, baby.”, he utters as he licks his fingers saying, “play with my hair when I go down on you next time.”

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@tokyometronetwork

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[lonelywitchv2]

ink and blood (strawberries pt. 3)

hey guys! sorry it’s been so long, i finished the fic but then someone stole my laptop and phone (i had to get new ones) and i got locked out of my email!! it's totally giving ao3 writer but anyways. enjoy <3

summary: this time it was you who broke, not your ink pot.

content: violence, cursing, fluff, lowkey emotional crisis, i think that’s it? idk, sirius is an asshole in this (shocker….)

wc: 2.7k (there was more but i hated it all so i deleted it so expect a part 4 by the end of this year if you’re lucky)

Sirius stormed out of Gryffindor Tower, running right into Remus, who tried stopping him for an explanation. The act was pointless, of course, as Sirius shoved past him and went straight to James.

“Give me the map,” Sirius said.

“Why?” James asked, slightly hesitant.

“James. Give me the map,” Sirius repeated, anger rooted deep within his words.

James eyed the boy briefly, turning to look at Remus before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the folded piece of parchment. Before he could even say a word, Sirius snatched the map out of his hands and disappeared down the corridor, leaving his two friends behind.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” Sirius muttered under his breath, his wand pointed to the now unfolded map. Just as always, ink appeared on the page and painted the familiar picture of the Marauder's Map, along with each and every corner of the school. Sirius’ dark eyes scanned across the parchment, looking for the name of his brother. Finding the name he was looking for, Sirius headed towards the Great Hall, watching on the map as his brother exited the hall and started walking his way. In a matter of minutes, Sirius and Regulus were just a corner away from running into each other.

Regulus had no time to process his brother's presence as he rounded the corner, failing to dodge Sirius’ swing at his jaw, the punch leaving him to stumble back roughly. The younger Black brother looked up, hand instinctively going up to the numb area of his face as he caught the eyes of his brother. 

Sirius was far from over, however, as he launched himself at Regulus, knocking him to the floor and landing punch after punch onto the body and face of his brother. Regulus struggled beneath his older brother, continuously trying and failing to get Sirius off of him. Sirius, blinded by rage, only hit Regulus harder the more he tried to push him away.

When Regulus was finally able to muster up the strength to shove Sirius off of him, he scrambled away from him, leaning against a wall as he struggled to stand.

“What the hell, Sirius?” Regulus exclaimed, a shake in his voice as the pain engulfed him.

“How could you? I saw the letter you wrote to her, Regulus, why can’t you just leave her alone?” Sirius shouted, his throat threatening to close up as he shook the letter at his brother.

“I- that was a private letter, Sirius,” Regulus said weakly, heart dropping to his stomach.

“If you don’t shut up, so help me Godric, I will kill you,” Sirius said darkly, pushing himself up from where Regulus had shoved him and walking towards him. 

Regulus was more prepared this time, albeit, significantly more bloody, and stumbled toward Sirius to defend himself. It was Sirius, again, who made the first swing, hitting Regulus square in the nose, followed by a crack. Regulus was surprisingly quick to respond, even with blood now gushing from his nose, and threw a punch that landed on Sirius’ cheek. 

“You little fucker-“ Sirius muttered, preparing to hit Regulus only to keel over when the younger Black brother hit him in the stomach.

It was then that Professor McGonagall appeared from around the corner, greeted by the sight of Regulus’ bloodied and bruised face and Sirius still hunched over from the hit to his gut, hair covering the bruise beginning to form on his cheek. She was quick to put herself between the brothers in case another fight started.

“What in Godric’s name is going on here?” She exclaimed, furious. 

After what felt like an hour of being chewed out by Professor McGonagall and losing their respective houses 100 points, they went their separate ways, Sirius going to the Gryffindor common room and Regulus going to the Slytherin common room. 

When Sirius entered the common room, he looked over to the couches where he saw you, Marlene, Lily, Remus, James, and Peter all sitting in silence. You noticed his presence first, jumping up when you saw his face.

“Good Godric, what the hell happened to you?” Your hands instinctively reached towards his face as you stepped towards him.

“Why don’t you fuss over your little boyfriend instead?” Sirius said hostilely, slapping your hand away from his face.

Your hands dropped to your sides, face falling as well.

“You guys fought?” You asked quietly.

Sirius didn’t answer, only turning around and walking up to his dorm, faithfully followed by James, Peter, and Remus. 

You still hadn’t moved, but you could feel your heart beating in your stomach, nauseous at the thought of Sirius and Regulus fighting because of you. Your chest heaved, trying to calm yourself before you ran out of Gryffindor tower, feet carrying you down to the dungeons and to the entrance of the Slytherin common room. You looked around, spotting a first-year in green robes walking past you, running up to him and pleading for the code.

Once you entered the Slytherin common rooms, you ran past the people scattered around the room and went straight up to Regulus’s dorm.

Regulus looked up from where he was sitting on his bed as you entered his dormitory and you couldn’t help the shocked gasp that escaped you when you saw his face. His jaw was bruised a dark purple, the skin around his eye slowly turning a similar shade of violet, blood still dripping from his nose, and more bruises across his body. Those, of course, were only the injuries you could see.

“Oh, Regulus,” You whispered, approaching his bed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you in between his legs so his head was against your chest and your hands gently combed through his curls. You stayed like that for a while, Regulus listening to the beating of your heart as you stroked his back, not caring about the blood stain that was certainly appearing on your jumper.

“Let’s clean you up, love,” You said, pulling away from the hug. You placed a brief kiss on his lips before entering the bathroom, grabbing and wetting a washcloth for the blood. 

Sitting next to him on his bed, you gently wiped the blood off Regulus’s face, apologizing profusely whenever he winced. The entire time you were cleaning his face off, his eyes were trained on your face, tracing over your features.

“You look really pretty,” Regulus whispered to you, holding back a grin upon seeing you blush and watching a small smile gracing your face.

“Reg, you should be focusing on yourself and not me,” You responded with a breathy laugh.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, making you pause. 

“I’m not mad at you Regulus,” You answered, cupping his face with your hand and stroking it gently with your thumb. Regulus leaned into your touch, eyes briefly fluttering shut. 

“Alright, don’t fall asleep on me, darling, I still have to check out your bruises,” You said softly, laughing when Regulus groaned, “I promise I’ll let you sleep after.”

You stood up from his bed, a bit reluctantly if you were being honest, and began helping him take off his jumper. Regulus’ light grey jumper, which you had gifted him for Christmas, keeping his neutral-colored closet in mind, was now decorated with droplets of his blood. Once his jumper and undershirt were removed, you let out a sigh. His stomach and chest were littered with bruises, some bigger and darker, others smaller and lighter.

“Damnit, you got beat, huh?” You muttered teasingly, “I’m sorry, Reg.”

“‘S alright, just come lay with me, dove,” Regulus mumbled as he tugged you down onto the bed with him, laying so that you were facing each other.

You tugged the dark green blankets over your bodies, settling back down on the bed, your head right next to his own, his dark curls falling onto the pillow as he turned onto his side to look at you.

“I love you,” You whispered, your nervous eyes looking into his gray ones. You relaxed, though, as you watched his bruised face spread into a smitten smile.

“I love you too,” Regulus whispered back, still grinning.

You lifted your head, just enough to move it an inch from Regulus’s, and pressed your lips against his. The kiss was slow and sweet, your noses gently nudging one another as your lips moved. Your hand gently reaching for his curls to pull him closer as you smiled into the kiss. After Regulus pulled away, he curled his body into yours, his head tucked in the crook of your shoulder, arm draped over your waist, while you let your hands travel along his warm back and through his dark, curly hair. In that position, it didn’t take long for Regulus to fall asleep, with you following soon after.

You and Regulus slept the afternoon away, cuddled together until Evan entered the dorm around 4 o’clock, interrupting your sleep. After the boy mentioned the time, you soon realized you had disappeared from Gryffindor Tower for six hours with no explanation.

“Do you have to go?” Regulus asked, trying to pull you back into bed with him as you sighed deeply.

“Yeah, I do. I’ll see you later, Reg, I love you,” You said, turning to pull him into a kiss.

“I love you too. Don’t let Sirius get to you too much,” Regulus said after pulling away from the kiss, watching in a lovesick daze as you left the room. When he turned to Evan, who was still in the room, he snapped out of it, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“‘I love you too.’ Since when did you start saying I love you and why haven’t I heard about it?” Evan questioned, imitating Regulus’s voice as he plopped down on his bed expectantly.

“You’re such a drama queen,” Regulus joked, earning an eye roll from his friend.

“Don’t you dare call me a drama queen,” Evan said, pointing a finger threateningly at the smirking boy.

When you entered the Gryffindor common room, you were met with the sight of a sulking Sirius holding a towel of ice to his cheek. You both looked at each other, entering a brief staring match before Sirius broke the silence.

“Did you have fun with my little brother?” Sirius asked bitterly, glaring.

“Dear Godric, Sirius, will you stop with that? I was cleaning him up after you almost broke his nose!” You exclaimed, anger rising by the moment.

“Oh, yeah, because wiping some blood off his face takes six hours,” Sirius remarked.

“You know what, Sirius? Fuck you. You went and beat up your own brother because he’s in love with your friend? It’s fucking sad,” You snapped, eyes narrowing on the black-haired boy.

“Oh, so you two are in love now? Regulus doesn’t love people, he’s playing you and you’re too fucking stupid to see it,” Sirius said, standing up so he was in front of you, ice left on the couch.

You said nothing, only letting your hand fly to his already bruised face and slap it, Sirius’ head turning to the side at the force of your hand. Slowly, he turned to face you once more, staring into your eyes.

“Don’t you dare say shit like that again, Sirius Black, or you’ll get a whole lot more than a slap,” You threatened, face hardened in a scowl as you pushed him back and away from you. 

You turned, shouldering past Marlene and Lily, who were standing on the staircase with wide eyes, and stalked up to your dormitory, slamming the wooden door shut behind you. You looked around the room and at the floor by your bed, where your belongings were still scattered and your ink pot was still broken. The dark ink had sunk into the floorboards, staining the wood black.

You began cleaning your part of the dorm, picking everything up by hand despite knowing you could easily use magic, knowing you needed to focus on something or else you would start bawling. The broken pieces of the inkpot, which were still dripping ink, were the last things you picked up off of the floor. A small piece of the glass, so small that you had almost missed it on the wood, sliced through the still-stinging skin of your palm, crimson rising to the surface. You didn’t move, eyes trained on the blood that was dripping from your hand and landing next to the black dots of ink on the floorboards.

You only broke out of your trance when you heard the door to your dorm opening, your roommate, Lana, entering. 

“You alright?” She asked, catching your eyes as you looked up from your hand, which she quickly noticed, “Merlin, what happened? Come on, let’s clean that.”

You dropped the shards of glass, which were now covered in both ink and blood, into the garbage and let Lana lead you into the bathroom to clean your cut. She rinsed your hand off before gently cleaning the cut. When Lana finished cleaning it, she wrapped it and bandaged it before turning to leave.

“Thank you, Lana,” You said gratefully, smiling softly at your roommate as she paused in the doorway.

“Always, it’s what friends are for,” Lana responded, returning your smile.

Lana was on her bed reading a book when you finally left the bathroom to return to cleaning. With your hand now bandaged, you waved your wand and watched the black and red spots disappear off of the mahogany wood.

It was then, as you lay on your bed, that you found yourself wishing your conscience could be wiped clean as easily as the wood was. Every time you shut your eyes, images of Regulus’s body covered in purple and blue marks plagued your mind, alongside the unforgettable sight of Sirius’ bruised face twisted in anger as you slapped him. 

Your eyes flew open, focusing on the ceiling while you tried to blink the images out of your mind. You turned your head to Lana, who was already looking at you with a perplexed gaze.

"Why is he like this? Sirius, I mean. I get that he's mad but, Lana, you should've seen the bruises Regulus had, Sirius hurt him so much," You whispered to your roommate.

“There never really is a good answer in situations like this, just that people get blinded by their anger and do bad things. I’m not excusing Sirius’s actions, Godric no, but he definitely wasn’t thinking straight,” Lana answered tentatively, placing her book on her nightstand.

“I just don’t know what to do now,” You whispered, eyes clouded with tears as you looked away from Lana, “Sirius and Regulus were already on bad enough terms as it was, but now they’re getting in fights and it’s all my fault.”

Lana said nothing, only getting up from her bed and moving to yours, pulling you into a hug. She kept her arms around you as your body shook with sobs, the harsh reality of the situation hitting you like a truck. 

Everything has changed.

So much had happened over the past week- everyone found out you and Regulus were dating, you got banned from seeing him, Sirius ransacked your room and then fought with Regulus, you slapped Sirius, and now you were here. Crying in your roommate’s arms.

“I feel like all I’m doing is hurting people. I hurt Sirius and betrayed his trust. I’m the reason Regulus and Sirius got in that fight. Bloody hell, I slapped Sirius,” You cried, your breath stuttering as you spoke.

“Listen to me, this isn’t all your fault. You aren’t doing this to hurt people. Sometimes, things don’t always go the way they should and that’s just a part of life. Regulus loves you and you love him, it’s only a matter of time before Sirius sees that and he’s just gonna have to learn to accept it,” Lana said firmly, “And he will accept it, trust me. He might be mad now but he’s not going to lose you over this.”

You couldn’t even respond at that point, your body shaking with tears and sobs as Lana hugged you.

#regulus black x reader #marauders x reader #regulus x reader #marauders fanfiction #regulus black #harry potter #marauders

[eumivrse]

TEN MINUTES : armin arlert

warning(s) fingering, semi-public

word count 1,165

“Agh! This doesn’t make any sense, ugh!” This was probably the fourth question you’ve attempted on your statistics homework, the red ‘error’ screen bombarding the gloss screen of your laptop from getting a question from a practice test wrong again.

Studying in the campus library study rooms has become a frequent routine for you and your boyfriend. He helps you study and your presence alone gives him a sense of solace, so it’s a win-win.

Armin notices your frustration, his hand innocently sneaking down and squeezing the plush of your thighs under your dress. “Baby, are you okay? Maybe you just need to take a break…”

You slam your palms on your face, steam nearly fuming out your ears from sheer anger and slight embarrassment that you’ve been stuck for nearly an hour now. “No- god! You wouldn’t understand. Not everyone is as smart as you,” You snapped, loud enough that people walking past the room glanced towards the small door window to see what the commotion was about.

Armin just sighs, keeping himself calm despite your sudden outburst. He understands how frustrating learning new material from a class can be, so maybe he can help relieve some stress. “How about this?” He closes your laptop before continuing. “We take a 10 minute break, then I’ll walk you through it step by step. It’s hard to work when you’re overwhelmed, you know?”

He rubs small circles on your thigh to comfort you, it really was innocent at first. “Okay, yeah... I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Your face relaxed, turning your head to look at him with your lips jutted into a pout.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s not a big deal, just… lemme take care of you, alright?” He caressed the back of your head, pushing it slightly til you were staring directly onto his button nose. His lips are tender and gentle, brushing it against yours and distracting you enough that you didn’t notice his greedy fingers shoving the fabric of your panties to your inner thigh until you felt the cold sting of his finger tapping on your clit.

You giggle, gasping as you pull away, one hand on his chest and the other holding a firm grip on his wrist before he teases you any further. “Armin- we’re at the library, what if someone hears?”

Armin swats your hand away and continues to rub your clit with his thumb with ragged circles. “Then it’s your job to keep your mouth shut for me, yeah?” His words were harsh, but he knows it’s what gets you off.

When he’s being a little condescending.

He had his face snuggled on the crook of your shoulder, teeth grazing against your supple skin. You wrap your palm around the side of his neck, fingertips strumming on his adam’s apple as he slides a finger in your tight hole, your thighs immediately clamping close.

“Fucking open them back up.” He hisses and you immediately heed to his demand, your legs hesitantly prying back apart as he proceeds to shove another one in, fingers curling and thrusting up your seeping cunt, appreciating the way your walls would so kindly flutter for him. You drape your right leg over his thigh to keep yourself spread, Armin whispering encouragement and praise in return. “That’s it… that’s my girl.”

Armin kept a greedy smirk across his face all the while you were breathing heavily, arms around his neck to keep him close to you, breath fanning over him so he could be the only one to hear your whimpers. The gloomy shadow of stress has been lifted off of you almost instantly, you only had a couple things in mind at this moment.

Your boyfriend and your desperate urge to orgasm.

Your walls squeezed him, hips rolling along his fingers, face warm as blood rushed up to your cheeks at the realization of how risky this all is. Fortunately for you, the study room has a blind spot— no one can really see you two through the small window of the door unless they make an effort to peek through, which won’t be a problem if you don’t do anything that’ll catch their attention.

Whining, you whispered. “Armin… s’too much…” He just sneered at you because of how little effort it took you to fold. Pulling his fingers out, he used his two slimy digits to caress the skin around your clit, inflicting light smacks to keep you giddy.

He swiped his fingers side to side, up and down, then in circles, your mouth huffing out curses while pulling him back in for an hungry kiss, his lips devouring and swallowing all your moans. Both your hands were crumpled onto the collar of his sweatshirt, tugging him closer to you while he continued on with the same rhythm on your tender clit.

Truth be told, Armin almost fucking came just by watching you try to be quiet so the neighboring study rooms wouldn’t catch you. His pants were rigid and tight, his cock nearly poking up against his pants. As much as he wants to bend you over the table in front of you right now and pump you full of cum, he reminds himself that this is all about you, not him.

It’s more than enough to see you enjoying yourself just with a little flick of his fingers.

You kept your face close to his, eyes fixed on his lips which curved up into a mischievous smirk. Holding your breath, you attempt to suppress your cries, drool dripping on the side of your mouth. He alternated between plunging his digits in and out then jerking your clit with the flat of his fingers, squelching sounds reverberating around the room.

“Armin, hah, Armin— please…” You clench your fists, basically begging for him to finish you off already.

He grins, “It’s only been 5 minutes, love. I said 10, no?” He slaps your clit lightly twice, the impact making you jump, half your ass sliding off the flimsy chair.

You plead, eyes basically seeing stark, and on the brink of yelling for everyone outside to hear. “Baby, please, ‘need it. ‘M gonna cum soon.”

For a moment, you couldn’t care less that Armin was holding you from cumming— you sucked your breath in a gasp, hands clawing the wooden surface of the table, streams of fluid spurting out of your cunt, hole pulsating as Armin kept rubbing your clit to aid in helping you calm back down from your moment of ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re okay, baby… good job,” Armin hums, kneading the plump of your thigh, kissing your jawline to ease your high. Your release had left a print on the carpet floor, pussy still trickling with arousal.

Armin placed your leg back on the ground and you turned to look at him while you pulled your dress down. “Well, that totally worked. I feel so much better.” You smile weakly.

He gives your cheek a peck. “ ‘Glad to be of help.”

#istg if this doesn’t show up on the tags again im gonna fucking quit tumblr #armin arlert #armin #armin smut #armin arlert smut #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader smut #armin arlert x reader smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #snk smut

[kpoping]

Tease

Summary: ur boyfriend was looking so good for u to not have sinful thoughts about him. Or where Fuma notices the way u r fucking him with ur eyes so he decided to make it easier for u and fuck u good.

Pairing: bf!fuma x gf!reader

Warnings: pwp, p in v, unprotected sex (cause it's a fiction), use of pet names (mostly baby and literally two times of calling the reader a slut), cream pie.... i think that's all

You were just chilling on your bed, scrolling on your phone, shifting from side to side while eyeing ur boyfriend every now and then, scoffing as he was still working in his laptop for 4hours straight. You are not a clingy girlfriend at least that's what you want to believe, but you can't help it but want attention when ur man is looking like this (like come on it's fuma we r talking about i'll melt right away if he looked at me for a mere second), brows so furrowed concentrated on his boring job while wearing the most tempting outfit ever, his arms flexing everytime he moves his grey tank top not doing any job at hiding his muscles it always makes u drool. U couldn't help the sinful thoughts that were consuming you at this moment, just wanting for his arms to be wrapped around, for his hands to grope u around...

He could sense ur eyes on him, smirking inside knowing exactly what's going on that small head of urs but waiting to see what'll do. He fixed his hair, dropping his head to show his neck, wetting his lips with his tongue as he heard u shift in ur bed, ohhh he is gonna have a lot of fun. You leaned on the headboard of ur bed, trying to distract urself from ur thoughts, cheeks heating up from embarrassment what's wrong with you! But as much as u try u can't take ur eyes away from him, not when he moved his chair to make room for his legs, leaning on the chair while manspreading, making you clear ur throat that's craving what's under those useless sweats, u could feel urself getting hot fanning ur face and shoving the hair falling on ur shoulders away. U widen ur eyes when they met with his, u could see the amusement on them and it just made you feel hotter, he smiled at you the warmness of it skipping ur heart and going straight to ur core, it never fails to amaze u the way this man can affect u this much while doing the least. "are u bored baby?" he asked voice deeper than ever, and u almost moaned at that alone, u gulped nodding ur head slowly, ur phone dropping by ur side as u played with the hem of his big hoodie that was mid thight long, his smell stuck on it making u hornier, his eyes scanned u loving seeing u wearing his clothes, ur panties flashing him as u hugged ur legs nervously, u want him and now, u bit ur lips eyes on his lap and he almost groaned at how eagerly u were looking, his cock twitching at ur neediness, he spread more his hand resting on his muscular thighs making u shift ur focus on them now, ohhh god why is it that every detail about this man is perfect, he tapped his thigh for u to come and the speed u went there at should of embarrassed u if u weren't this horny, sitting on his lap, feeling his hardness right at ur core,his strong arms wrapped at ur waist massaging ur hips gently as he stared right into ur soul, looking as cocky as ever "what do u want baby?" he asked as if it wasn't obvious how much u want him "you, i want you" u mutter as he leaned closer nosing ur neck, placing gentle kisses there, his hands slowly traveling down from ur waist to ur ass, squeezing them making u moan "what about me?" he continued, biting your neck marking you as his, u could only moan loudly gripping his shoulders, "ugh fu-fuck me" he chuckled "yeah?" he teased "please, please i want you, i want you so bad" u begged and that's all he needed to hear, his lips were on yours hungrily sucking them, u moaned in the kiss, opening ur mouth to let his tongue roam over as he grinded against u, his hands were on ur ass pushing u down to his cock, moans leaving both of you at the friction.

You were gasping for air, his lips moving to your neck, sucking on ur sweet spot while you were grinding on his lap, "you're so desperate baby, can't help it when i look like this huh?, want my cock that much" u nodded, "yes" u moaned "want it, want you, want your cock, want your cock so bad" his hand traveled under his hoodie, fingers tracing circles on ur skin, stopping at ur chest to squeeze ur boobs, thumb and forefinger rubbing ur nipples, your eyes rolling to the back of ur head. He stopped his hands to move his hips, pushing his erection into your core, you were already wet enough to not need any lube. "Fuck" he groaned, his head dropped at ur neck, hands gripping your waist, his hips were moving up and down, humping you, both of you were moaning, panting, breathing heavily, your arms were wrapped around his shoulder, one hand gripping his hair, he pushed his top up showing his stomach and u were quick to place your hands on it, feeling his abs, his muscles contracting under ur touch, "i love it when you're like this" he said kissing ur collarbone, "i love it when your needy and wanting, when i can make you beg" his hand traveled to the front of your panties, cupping you, rubbing his fingers at ur clothed clit groaning as he was met with ur slick coating the material, "please" u whispered, "please" u whimpered, "please what baby?" he was teasing u now, his hand rubbing u but not enough, he wanted to see u squirm, "fuck me, fuck me, please, please" you begged, he moved your panties to the side and shoved his two fingers inside your wet hole, cursing under his breath at how wet and tight u were, "fuck, your pussy is so tight, can't wait for my cock to stretch it open" you moaned loudly at his words, his thumb on your clit, his fingers were moving in and out of you, u were a moaning mess, panting, gripping his shoulders, head leaned back, mouth slightly opened, sweat running down ur temples, his forehead on ur chest as he was watching his fingers fucking you, the sloppy sound of your pussy echoing the room, he was cursing, he wanted nothing but to have his cock buried deep inside you.

He removed his fingers and pushed you on his lap, "take it off" he said as he licked his fingers clean, u moaned at the sight, pulling his sweats and underwear down, his cock finally free, he took it in his hands, pumping himself a few times before rubbing his tip against your folds, teasing you, he looked into your eyes, the lust in them making your pussy throb, u whined and he gripped your waist, pushing you down, both of you moaning, "fuck, it's so good, so good" u cried, he was so big, it always feels like the first time, he gripped ur waist and moved you up and down his cock making you lose it, "fuck" he groaned, his pace increasing, you could feel yourself about to come, he sensed it and slowed his pace down, u whined in protest, he slapped your ass making you moan loudly, "not yet" he said and u nodded, the sound of skin slapping, of ur moans and his grunts filling the room, he leaned back, admiring the view, his cock disappearing in your pussy, the way your boobs were jumping so erotic he couldn't resist but to cup them, squeezing and pinching ur nipples, "ahh fuck" u moaned, "you're such a slut baby, can't even keep it quiet, i bet our neighbors can hear you, can't wait till they know what a little slut u are, how much of a slut u are for my cock, hmm?" u nodded, "yes, yes" u moaned, "so pretty" he said, "look at you" he said, his eyes staring at where his cock was entering u, his thrusts were deep, and fast, and so so good, ur thighs were shaking, sweating all over, his name coming out of your lips like a chant, a prayer, he was close, u could feel it, his thrusts were getting sloppier, "come on" he groaned, one hand on ur waist while the other went down to rub ur clit making u flinch from how sensitive u r, "come on baby, cum on my cock" he said and u were shaking, coming with a loud cry, gripping his shoulders, he came after a few thrusts, cumming inside you, making a mess inside u, his cum dripping out of your pussy.

BYE M DYING, PULLING MY HAIR, I WANT HIM NOWW!!! The way i wrote this in 10 minutes after seeing that picture bye why am i like this, but yeah hope u enjoy it.

#&team smut #kpop smut #&team fuma #&team fuma smut #fuma x reader #fuma imagines #andteam #kpop fanfic #murata fuma #smut #smut fanfiction #smut fic

[mrkis]

pretty & nerdy. (x.dj)

PAIRING: xiaojun x reader GENRE: smut WC: 2.9k

SYNOPSIS: having sex in a library doesn't sound too bad until you realise you're in a library.

CONTENT: established relationship, public sex, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotective sex, overuse of the words 'baby' and 'pretty girl'

A.N: for @thetypingpup

“You know, when I asked you if you wanted to work on this project together, I actually meant work” You tell your boyfriend who sits across from you at the library, a sly smirk on his lips as his foot slides up your calf to your knee, the material of his sock tickling against your skin and you almost snort at the thought of him only wearing one shoe beneath the table if it weren’t for the teasing touches he gives you while nonchalantly twirling his pen between his nimble fingers, sliding further down his chair to press his foot in between your thighs.

“I know you like it” He responds cheekily, bringing the tip of his pen to his glasses to push them up his nose.

“Maybe so” You quip, flipping the papers on the table around and sliding them across the wood in his direction. “But I also like getting good grades. Be a good boy and fill out the bottom half while I find another resource book, will you?”

Xiaojun’s tongue pokes at his cheek as he grins, his head bobbing in a short nod as his foot slips from between your thighs when he sits up in his chair to do what he was told and you smile at the obedience, pushing yourself up from your seat to stand and walking over to the shelves in search for the book. 

You take note of how many students are dotted around the library; a few with their eyes trained on laptop screens, others with their head shoved into books and headphones covering their ears. You even notice a couple tucked away in a quiet corner, sharing hushed whispers and flirty giggles while their hands innocently wander.

The pair remind you of yourself and Xiaojun, although you wouldn’t exactly call your wandering hands ‘innocent’. There’s been a few scenarios where you’ve been out in public, hands shoved down each other's pants or you on your knees as you blow him, or maybe even him laying you down on top of a flat surface and devouring your pussy like a starved animal. The thrill of being so close to getting caught excites you just as much as it excites him and the thought alone sends an ache to your core.

You avert your eyes away from the pair with a smirk when they catch you eyeing them from your place and they’re quick to gather their belongings, their heads ducked as they scurry away hand in hand, embarrassed to be caught.

“I know you like the feeling of being watched but I didn’t realise you like being the watcher too” Xiaojun’s voice speaks lowly in your ear and you’re not surprised at his sudden appearance, melting into his body when he presses up behind you, chest flush against your back, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “Is there something you would like to tell me, pretty girl?”

“Nothing that you don’t already know” You tease, resuming in trying to find the book you needed as you feel Xiaojun’s arms slowly slide around your waist, the palms of his hands pressing on your stomach to pull you into him even more and the corner of your lips lift as you feel his fingertips dip beneath the material of your shirt. “Did you finish your section on the paper?”

Xiaojun hums instead of giving you a verbal answer, his lips far too busy kissing your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive areas that make your head roll back against his shoulder. His hands crawl under your shirt, stroking the skin of your stomach and the goosebumps immediately rise to the surface. You feel him grin on your neck, his glasses nudging against your head as he chuckles at the reaction he easily caused. 

“Anyone can catch us here, you know” You whisper, your own hand reaching around to rest on the back of his head, fingers slipping through his dark blonde locks, nails scraping his scalp as you gently pull which causes a groan to emit from his chest. “Someone could look over, see your hands up my shirt… maybe they’ll walk on over to find a book and see you pressed against me like this… what would they think, hm?”

“Do you care what they would think?” Xiaojun whispers in your ear and you shake your head, letting out a small gasp as his hands slowly slide downwards to cup you through your skirt and you push back into him, ass rutting against his growing cock. “Do you wanna know what I think? I think my pretty girl enjoys the thought of someone seeing my hands on you like this”

“I do” You hum. “So are you actually going to do something about it or—”

“Shh, baby, patience” He coos softly as he fists at your skirt, dragging the material up so he could dip his hands between your legs. “It won’t feel good if we rush it”

You want to roll your eyes and tell him to speed up but you know how right he is. You like it slow, you like it when he takes his time with your body, preparing you for what’s about to come so you allow him to do what he pleases.

Your body relaxes into him, gripping his hair even harder as his lips attach to your neck in gentle, affectionate kisses with his fingers stroking over your covered folds, knees almost buckling when his fingertip circles over your clit. Your body feels too hot, clothes sticking to your body like second skin and you’re desperate to peel them off to finally let yourself breathe, but your free hand shoots out to grip the shelf in front of you when your panties are eased down your thighs and the cold air hits your core.

“This okay?” He asks you as he gently massages your outer thighs, his thumb kneading into the skin and your body buzzes at the contact. “Can you talk to me?”

“More than okay” You reply quickly with a frantic nod of your head,  “Just please touch me”

He smiles against your skin, “I will”

Your mouth opens in a silent gasp as you feel his fingers touch your pussy softly, spreading your folds and dipping his middle finger in your arousal, chuckling lowly in your ears as your hand leaves his hair to grab onto his wrist for support. He praises you when his finger pushes through your entrance, thrusting in once and out before adding a second finger to stretch you open, curling them when he’s buried knuckle deep in your warmth.

“Fuck—”

“You’re going to have to be quiet if you want to continue this” He warns you, halting his movements as his eyes peek through the shelves to observe the area, seeing students still with their noses shoved into their work. “We’re in a library, baby. Did you forget already?”

You click your tongue against your teeth, “You’re talking pretty confidently for someone who’s breathing heavily in my ear every time I move against you…” You crane your neck to look at him, smirking as you see the surprised look on his face, “What? Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Come on, now… I thought you were smarter than that”

Xiaojun doesn’t say a word because he knows you’re right. He’s hard, cock straining uncomfortably in his pants and with you flushed against him, your ass rubbing over his sensitive tip every time you press back into him sends him spiralling and he’s unable to stop the heavy breathing in your ears. It always fascinates him knowing how he’s the one with his hands shoved between your thighs yet you’re the one that always seems to be in control. 

But he has you quietly gasping once again as he starts up his movements, pumping his fingers into your pussy with his thumb stroking over your clit at an angle that has you trembling. Your lips pull together in a smile, arching your back, head shoved further on his shoulder as you chase his fingers, meeting his pace and sending your body into overdrive. You’re buzzing once again, veins electrifying with each pump of his fingers.

The arousal only builds even more in the pit of your tummy when you see a student rise from their seat and head towards the shelves to grab their needed book. They don’t walk over in your direction, they don’t even look in your direction, completely unaware of what’s going on a few aisles down but yet there’s a small part of you that wonders what would happen if they just turn their attention to the left just a tad bit more, to see the sight of your boyfriend fingering you beneath your skirt, pressed up against your body while covering your neck and shoulder in wet kisses. 

Realistically, you don’t want to be caught, but the thought of it is enough to clamp your thighs around Xiaojun’s hand and cry out quietly.

“You’re close” Xiaojun mumbles against your skin. He knows your body all too well. His movements are slow due to you caging his hand in with your thigh so he opts to circling his thumb over your sensitive nub. “Do you want me to make you cum like this, pretty girl?” You’re unable to speak, too enhanced with how he plays with your clit. “Talk to me, baby. You know I won’t do anything if you don’t talk to me”

“I don’t want to cum like this” You tell him quietly as you watch the student sit back down in their assigned seat and the grip you have on Xiaojun’s arm tightens, fingernails subtly pinching his skin, “I want to cum on your cock—I need to cum on your cock”

“You need to?” He repeats teasingly. 

“Want to make you feel good—” You pause to pant, body jerking as he presses a little harder to your clit. “—need to make you feel good too”

“Always so thoughtful, aren’t you?” Xiaojun teases as he slips his fingers away and you mewl at the emptiness, almost second guessing yourself at stopping so short but you’re reminded what’s about to come when you hear him shuffling behind you, pulling his sweatpants down to his thighs to free his cock. You yearn desperately for him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you and you’re on the verge of raising your voice to show your impatience until you feel his hands bunch your skirt around your waist, cupping your ass in his palms.

You can’t hide the smirk on your lips when you provoke him, rubbing yourself back into him and you squeak when he sends a sharp tap to your ass in warning for you to be patient. You listen to him despite the internal struggle and you almost lose yourself when he presses his cock against you, his tip prodding at your entrance and rubbing between the folds. 

You brace your hands on the shelf in front of you, the tips of your fingers brushing against the books and you snort when you see a book about mushrooms and fungi, a little something to remind yourself once again exactly where you are right now but you don’t care, not when you can feel Xiaojun ease his cock into you, stretching you out to fit around him perfectly.

His hands are firm on your waist when he begins rocking his hips into you at a slow and leisurely pace, dragging his cock along your walls and the ache burns pleasurably around your thighs, his size never ceasing to amaze you. You clench around him with laboured breaths, wanting him deeper, wanting him to go faster and fuck you against this shelf like you truly deserve but he keeps at his steady pace, whispering affections and praises in your ear.

“So good” You whisper, rolling your hips back into him. “Feels so good, Xiaojun”

“Yeah?” He hums, his tongue licking the shell of your ear. “My cock is made just for you, baby… all for you”

“All for me” You purr, his hips jerk when you squeeze around him. “I’m all for you too”

“Fuck, I know, baby” His voice trembles, hand sliding down between your legs to play with your clit as his hips quicken. “I know”

He pushes your legs further apart with a light tap of his foot and you spread them quickly, the grip you have on the shelf tightening with each thrust of his hips, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit sending you into overdrive. Your body starts to shake and you wonder if you’re able to keep yourself up, glancing up at the shelves to see if they jolt in time with your body but you’re too slow to notice when Xiaojun slips out of you.

He carefully turns you around to face him and your back is uncomfortably shoved against the shelf, the wood digging sharply into your spine but you take no notice when Xiaojun’s hand slides around the back of your thigh to grip, hooking your leg up over his hip and ducking his head low to kiss you as he pushes himself back into you with a airy sound, almost similar to a whine and your head spins.

You kiss him back tenderly, knocking against his glasses as you turn your head to the side to kiss him deeper, lips moving in sync with his as his hips start to move again. Him thrusting his cock so lazily and slowly inside of you almost brings you to tears at how good it feels, his tip hitting all the right spots that has your leg curling around his waist, trying to pull him in deeper.

His free hand delicately touches your cheek as his tongue prods into your mouth, dancing with your own lazily as his cock hits a certain spot that has you reeling back, sucking in a deep breath as your orgasm starts to build slowly and your fingers rake through his hair, tugging at the locks desperately and he moans, his breathing getting heavier as he looks at you with dark eyes.

“I’m… I—”

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, brushing the stray hairs out of his face and fixing his glasses that are crooked from the kiss. Xiaojun doesn’t answer you for a while and you grow concerned, stilling his thrusts as you press your leg into his side to get him to stop as you whisper his name. “Baby boy, what’s wrong?”

“Forgive me, I’m—shit—I’m sorry, I—fuck” He’s unable to complete his sentence as his hips start up once again, suddenly thrusting into your pussy as at a pace that has you dropping your mouth in complete shock, hands sliding down from his hair to his shoulders to balance yourself. “Fuck, I can’t—need—”

You struggle to keep yourself quiet as you moan out loud, “Xiaojun…”

“Shhh” He shushes you, his palm covering your mouth, not even bothering to check around so see if anyone has heard you as he keeps his eyes locked on yours, but the eye contact deems too much for him as he lets out a small whimper of affection. 

Your own hand comes around to cover his mouth to keep him quiet and you both stay like that, his hips erratically thrusting into yours, pussy sucking his cock in deeply as you stare into each other's eyes, all sounds muffled behind your palms. Your thighs start to shake with each frantic thrust he gives you, too wrapped up in the tightness of your pussy to notice how you’re so close to cumming and you try your best to grind your hips to meet his pace.

He curses beneath your palm as his body jolts suddenly, his eyes widening before rolling to the back of his head behind his foggy glasses, hips snapping forward with one particular hard thrust and you immediately feel him fill you up with his cum. The sight of his face alone is enough to tip you over the edge, your walls convulsing around his cock as you shudder, your orgasm hitting you like a wave.

You’re quivering, unable to stop the movement of your body as the euphoric feeling takes its course through your veins with silent cries. Xiaojun slumps against you, eyes fluttering as he tries to regain focus, his hand dropping from your mouth to curl around your waist beneath your shirt, the skin on skin contact calming him down.

“You lose” You tease softly through laboured breaths, taking your own hand from his mouth to thread your fingers through his hair, affectionately tugging at the strands and he smiles dumbly, leaning into your touch.

“Didn’t realise it was a competition to see who cums first” He licks at his lips before pressing a soft kiss to yours. “Does that mean I won the other times?”

“Perhaps…” You smile, kissing his lips once more. “Let's get out of here, hm? Take a bath, eat some food and we can list ‘the library’ on notes of places we’ve tainted”

“I like the sound of that” Xiaojun chuckles, staring at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes that it makes you feel a little emotional and you struggle to hide the smile that spreads across your lips as he cups your cheeks, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. “I’m so unbelievably in love with you, you know that?”

“I know” You whisper, turning your head to the side to press your lips to his palm, “I feel the exact same way”

 ©mrkis

#nct smut #wayv smut #xiaojun smut #xiao dejun smut #oneshot: pretty & nerdy

[sigritandtheelves]

All Along, Like Fire (Part 7)

FINAL PART!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Mature | 3.4k words | MSR, AU

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October 13, 1995

Mulder sat alone in his apartment, head in his hands, staring at the floor and thinking. Diana was gone—her things gone, most of the furniture, even the crock pot his mother gave them for their wedding. He wanted to believe that all of this wasn’t his fault, but he felt like a failure for the way their marriage had ended. And for the decisions he’d been forced to make because of it. At his feet was a lone cardboard box of photocopies, the most important documents he was able to salvage. It was the all he had left of the X-Files.

His clothes were also boxed up, along with his books, his trophies, his diplomas and knickknacks. Tomorrow morning, a moving truck would arrive, and he would say goodbye to this place forever. He wasn’t sorry. Just sad, a little ashamed. He’d let Diana make a fool of him here, let her seduce truths out of him while he was blindly manipulated for years. He’d planned to sulk alone until it was time to load the truck, but a knock on the door startled him. He opened it to three familiar faces.

“Well well well,” Frohike said. “If it isn’t the spooky birthday boy on Friday the 13th.” The little man shoved a bottle of Jack Daniels into Mulder’s chest and pushed into the apartment.

“Happy Birthday, man.” This from Langly who toted three pizzas, which he tossed onto the coffee table. Byers echoed the sentiment, carrying a mysterious white box under his arm.

“What are you guys doing here?” Mulder asked, not unkindly.

“Couldn’t let you sit alone on your birthday, could we? We’ve got a lot to celebrate.”

“We do?”

Frohike was digging around in the kitchen cabinet for glasses, but they were almost all packed away. He settled for a quartet of coffee mugs and plastic novelty cups. “Yes! Imminent divorce and new beginnings! Fighting the good fight!” He carried the dishes in and passed them around.

“We’re gonna miss you, Mulder,” Byers said. “But we all agree this is a good step. You can do some really good work this way.”

“Then why do I feel so crappy?” Mulder poured shots of the Jack Daniels into the mismatched cups.

“When’s the last time you saw Scully?” Langley asked, flipping open the first pizza and digging in for a slice.

“Last week.” Mulder frowned.

“Well, there’s your answer. Cheers.” Frohike knocked mugs with Mulder and threw back a shot. “All in good time, my man.”

Mulder downed his shot with a wince and reached for a slice of pizza. “What’s in the box?”

Langley waggled his eyebrows. “Goodies,” he said.

“Open it up,” Byers tapped the lid of the unmarked container.

Inside were several gadgets, one of which looked like a large gray brick, and at least two bulky phones with fat antennas.

Byers explained, “Those are hacked satellite phones that will connect from anywhere. They’re essentially untraceable and should hold their battery for several days between charges. Good for off-grid work.”

Langley was too excited to wait for him to ask about the brick. “And this one’s a hacked satellite modem. You’ll have internet no matter how remote you are. New tech, definitely not consumer hardware.”

“So you can stay in touch,” Byers added.

At the bottom of the box was a new laptop, which Mulder was sure had a range of nonstandard additions and upgrades.

“And we’re gonna come out to visit,” Frohike said. “Soon. Maybe this winter if that’s okay.” If Mulder didn’t know better, he’d think the man was choking up. He was touched, and another wave of sadness washed over him.

“Thanks guys,” he said, voice thick.

—

San Diego, CA

The warm California air made Scully think of her childhood—fond memories with Melissa on base housing, sticky summers when freckles appeared on all the Scully children’s noses. She drove up in front of a small house that was so like the one in which she’d spent those years. She double checked the address against the one on her paper; it was right, though she couldn’t imagine this unassuming abode as the site of any secret research. There was a small garden out front, wind chimes hanging from the porch roof. She breathed in deeply. There was no reason not to go in now except the terrifying thundering of her heart and the sense that there was no going back after this. She opened the driver’s side door and got out.

On the porch, she was greeted by two unsmiling men—not hired muscle, she thought. Maybe doctors in plainclothes to blend in with the suburban atmosphere. They wore khakis and polo shirts and the looked around, suspicious, before letting her in. Beyond the foyer, the inside of the house couldn’t be any more different than its outside. It was sterile, white, and filled with beeping machines and medical equipment.

“This way,” one of the men said. He led her up the stairs to the second floor landing, where a woman in scrubs was backing out of a room, closing the door behind her. The man led Scully to the left, to an open bedroom door that was just as sterile, just as white as the downstairs. Here, though, a crib sat in the corner—also white—with a mobile of farm animals hanging over it. In the center of the room stood Diana Fowley. Scully’s eyes ping-ponged between the crib and the woman she didn’t trust at all.

“Agent Scully,” Diana said.

“Not anymore.”

The other woman’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Right, of course.”

“Where is she?” Scully’s heart was pounding, and she wouldn’t allow herself to think about what—or who—was behind the other doors of this nightmare suburban experiment.

“In the crib,” Diana said, stepping aside to let Scully see. “She’s sleeping.”

Scully took three steps closer. She couldn’t breathe. As she approached, she saw a tiny figure in a onesie covered in stars, little fingers curled into fists on either side of her auburn head. “Oh my god,” she whispered.

The child looked perfect. She moved her lips into a subtle dreamy frown, and her long lashes lay against pink cheeks. Scully bent over to lay a hand on the baby’s chest, to feel the movement of her steady breathing and the tiny flutter of her heart.

“You can pick her up,” Diana said. “She’s yours now.”

Tears were blurring Scully’s vision. She tried to blink them away, but one slid down her cheek. She swiped it quickly. “And she’s well now? She won’t get sick?”

“She’s healthy,” Diana confirmed. “But she’s chipped. Like you are.”

A brief wave of anger flared through Scully, but she swallowed it down. She knew what she’d bargained for. She’d accepted the price. She brushed a finger against the baby’s cheek, and the child turned into it, as though seeking out comfort. “Does she have a name?”

“The nurses were calling her Emily, so that’s the name we put on the paperwork. You could change it, but that might take some time.”

Scully shook her head. “No,” she said. “No, I like Emily.” She couldn’t imagine giving up a single minute with this baby for the sake of another hoop she’d have to jump through. She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat, then reached both hands into the crib to scoop the child up. Emily wrinkled her little nose and let out a whimper, but didn’t wake. Scully held the baby against her chest, buried her nose in the impossibly soft skin of her neck, her downy head.

“Hello Emily,” she said, and closed her eyes against the enormity of it.

—

Traveling with an infant was a new experience for Scully, and not easy while alone. She was terrified that the baby would stop breathing in the back seat while they drove, that she’d be too hot, too cold, too hungry. But little Emily seemed happy enough, and slept for much of the first day’s drive. Scully had bought a pack-and-play, formula, bottles, and diaper packages in two sizes. Instant motherhood was even more frightening than leaving the job she’d worked so hard to prove herself in.

At a rest stop in Santa Rosa to change the baby and get some caffeine, Scully discovered something hard buried in the package of clothes Diana had sent with her. It was a small cryo-package containing three vials. One was clearly blood: Emily’s, she thought, dated July of this year. Before she’d been cured. Another was mysteriously green and unlabeled. The third looked familiar, an amber liquid she’d seen before. It was labeled Purity - 3.9506. A dated code: the current iteration of the vaccine. She almost didn’t notice the note tucked below the package:

         To get you started.

                   - DF

Scully wanted to hate Diana, but she found herself unable to conjure the same fury she’d felt last year. This was a gift that Diana taken great risks to provide. Whatever bargain she’d made to keep herself safe, it was clear that the woman was still ensnared by the Syndicate’s poisoned grasp. Scully allowed herself to feel grateful to her, despite everything she’d done. Scully placed the vials back in the chamber and made a note to store them with her own recovered ova. Emily had woken up when the car stopped moving, and was beginning to fuss. Scully shoved the clean onesie into the diaper bag and unbuckled the baby, hushing softly to her and humming.

“Shh, it’s okay,” she murmured.

Scully was unaccustomed to the number of strangers’ smiles that greeted them. An elderly couple stopped to coo over the chubby infant, to remark how like her mother she was. Scully’s smile was tight-lipped and nervous. They weren’t wrong—the child did look like her. She had the same blue eyes, the same fair coloring. She tucked Emily’s warm little body against her chest and nuzzled her head.

“Let’s get you some food, hmm?”

By the third and final day of driving, fear had turned overwhelmingly to love. When the baby woke in the morning light, she greeted Scully with a wide, two-toothed grin. She sat up in her pack-and-play and pushed at the mesh sides.

“Good morning!” Scully laughed and felt a flood of warmth accompany her own smile. The little girl babbled a steady “yah yah yah.”

They had six more hours on the road, and then a whole new life ahead of them.

—

Lummi Island, WA

October 20, 1995

Beyond the mainland, the salt air reminded Mulder of chill mornings on the Vineyard. He could go fishing here, or watch the sunrise from a boat, every day if he wanted. Though the coastline and the island were different from the ones where he’d grown up, the place felt like home. The closer he drew to his final destination, the more the melancholy that had clung to him in the last two weeks melted away. He was nervous, but it felt more like excitement than anxiety now. He fiddled with the radio—there wasn’t much signal to pick up on the island, but he needed something to fidget with. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

He rounded a grove of trees and finally caught sight of the little house up a short driveway: blue clapboard, a tiny porch, a brown shingled roof over the cozy two-story cottage. He pulled up alongside a white fence—honest-to-god picket—and climbed out, stretching his limbs with a massive heave of his chest outward.

This was it. This was home, now.

The front door of the house opened, and he felt his heart stutter, then swell. There she was. There they both were.  Dana Scully walked toward him with an impossibly cute baby on her hip, smiling broadly in jeans and a woolen sweater.

Mulder couldn’t help the grin that broke out over his face. He pushed through the waist-high gate and walked up onto the porch.

“There are my girls,” he said.

Scully blushed. “You made it.”

“I did,” he said as he reached them. He leaned down to kiss the woman he’d ached for over two long weeks. Her lips were soft and sweet, and her eyes dropped closed at the contact. He cupped her cheek, curled his other hand at her waist, and felt the pull of her middle toward his. “I missed you,” he said into her mouth.

Scully breathed deeply, eyes still closed for a moment, and nodded. Then he turned his attention to the baby.

“And you must be Emily.” The infant eyed him curiously and reached a finger out to touch his nose. “Hi baby.” She pulled the hand back and tucked two fingers into her wet mouth. Mulder booped her own nose in return, which earned him a shy half-smile as she tucked her head against Scully’s neck. “She looks just like you said. Just as perfect.” Mulder palmed the baby’s downy head, where blonde hair was growing in soft and fair. The little girl didn’t pull back or object, just watched him with something like awe.

“She’s been really good,” Scully explained. “I think she’s only cried twice since I brought her here. I mean she fusses, but…” Scully shrugged.

Mulder tickled the baby’s belly, and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a tiny stuffed fox about the size of his hand, and Emily’s eyes went wide. “You like him? That’s Mr. Fox.” He handed over the toy, which Emily grasped with both hands. “He’s like me.”

Emily pressed her little fingers into the fox’s button eyes, her tiny fingernails scritching at the plastic.  Then she brought the fox’s head toward her mouth and bit down on the pointy nose.

Scully laughed. “She likes it.”

Mulder bent to kiss the top of the child’s head, then added another to Scully’s head for good measure. “Let’s go inside, hmm? I can’t wait to see how it looks in person.”

—

Later that night they lay facing each other on her bed—their bed now, Scully realized, and the thought made her heart beat faster. They were tucked under quilts and printed flannel sheets against the autumn chill. Emily slept in the second tiny bedroom next door, warm and safe with a mobile of colorful planets and her little fox beside her.

Scully felt the momentousness of this night, now that it was just them, now that they were really together. She found herself watching Mulder for doubts, for guilt, for regret. She held her own small sorrows: leaving her mother, leaving her job. But she feared most that Mulder would come to resent her for the loss of their work in D.C., their resources, their allies inside, as it were.

Mulder pursed his lips in a frown. “What are you thinking?” he asked.

Everything, everything. Her mind was spinning: What if we fail? What if we lose her? What if they take back the bargain and come for us all in the night? What if you never forgive me? But Scully just shook her head. It felt like too much to talk about now. “It’s nothing. It’s okay.”

She knew he wouldn’t believe her, and he didn’t. He moved his face closer to hers on the pillow. “It’s not nothing.”

Scully’s fingers fidgeted under the blanket. She heaved a deep sigh, and decided not to begin their new life by hiding things, by keeping anything bottled up. “I know we have a plan,” she said. “I know we’re not giving up and that our work will just be different here, but… it’s pretty enormous change—all of this. You must have doubts. I just don’t want you to… regret this. Because of me.”

Mulder was quiet for a long moment, his brow furrowed in thought. “I understand why you might think that,” he said finally. “I know that in a lot of ways, this feels crazy.”

It did, Scully conceded. Two months ago, they woke up in their separate city apartments and put on suits to go to work for the government. Mulder was married to another woman. Now they were on a remote island off the west coast, with a baby for god’s sake, planning a resistance to a global colonization in secret. Their lives couldn’t be more different.

Mulder reached an arm across the space between them and took hold of her hand under the blanket. “It’s hard for me to explain why, but this feels right.” She could barely make out his features in the dim light, but she sensed how serious his face was, how intense his look. “Scully, all of this started for me, because my family lost a little girl, and it ripped us apart. I lost her. I lost my family. I needed something to fill that emptiness, and I did it with work, which I thought might help me find her again. I wanted so badly to fix what happened to us.”

Scully nodded. She felt her chin wobble at the profundity in the pause between his words.

“But the same evil that took my sister also gave me another little girl. And it gave me you.” He squeezed her hand. “I still need to know what happened to Samantha after my father used her as a bargaining chip. And I will find out. That hasn’t changed.” He swallowed hard, and Scully wanted very badly to lean over and kiss comfort into him. “But this,” he motioned between them, “is a real chance at family, and that’s something I never thought I could have again, not even with Diana. I don’t know what kind of father I might make, if that’s even what you want from me. I didn’t have a good role model. But… I want us to try.”

Tears were dripping down Scully’s nose now into the flannel pillowcase, and she found it hard to speak. She sniffed. Nodded. Bent her forehead to touch his. “I want that too,” she managed to say. “And I want… Emily to think of you as her father. If that’s okay, I mean. If you want it.” She shook her head at her nervous rambling. “I just know you’d be a really good dad.”

Mulder nuzzled her nose with his own , unmindful of the damp. Then he tipped his chin to kiss her lips, sliding his arm around her middle and pulling her toward him. They held each other tight in the near-dark. “Yeah,” he croaked, and Scully realized he was on the verge of tears, too. “I want that.”

Her head fit perfectly, tucked under his chin. Her face pressed against his t-shirt where she could feel his heart beating, and she pressed a kiss there. She pushed one knee between his and breathed deep, letting the smell of him, of them together, fill her with warmth and need. God, she loved him so much. It was like she’d been holding her breath her whole life, and now she was gulping in oxygen. She knew, then, that they would make this work.

“Well,” Mulder said, his tone lighter now, “if I am any good at it, we’ve got all those little frozen uber-Scullys in storage. Maybe we’ll just make a whole tribe, huh?” His hand was on her waist, and he slipped it between them to poke her belly.

She laughed through her tears, nodding. “Yeah, maybe we will.”

And then he was kissing her and she was kissing him back and it was getting too hot under the blankets for all these pajamas. They were hungry for each other. He touched her like she was the only thing he’d ever wanted, like this was the only thing that mattered. They made love in tear-streaked desperation: clutching, dizzy love—though they were quiet and mindful not to wake the baby (their baby) with too much noise. After, when they’d slept an hour or so, he woke her gently with more kisses. This time their lovemaking was slow and gentle and reverent—like they had the rest of their lives.

— END —

A/N: I had many ideas about what their big plan was to save the world, how they’d build a network of allies through the Hosteens (and the Lummi people that they are so close to now), because who better to help them survive colonization than the people who have already survived it? But this ending also felt right and I think I’m happy with it. Thank you so so so much to everyone who has read and left hearts and kudos and comments. This was supposed to be a one-off little thing. It’s no novel, but it’s more than I’ve been able to write in a while.

#a thing i wrote #xf fanfic #msr #au #all along like fire #part 7 #FINAL PART! #it's done y'all

[narcissisticmf]

anguish | sam winchester x gn!reader

request: ""go away." "that's the last thing you need from me right now." - Sam Winchester please 🙏 (him saying go away and reader saying following lines) and angsty?!❤️" from @bitchjerksammy

description: while sam is struggling mentally, y/n believes they can help him.

trigger warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety, mentions of depression, fluff, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

The bunker was quiet, the only subtle sounds came from old pages turning in books of lore and the furnace running lowly through the vents. The lamps flickered gently every so often as you sat in the bunker's library with a laptop propped open and an old men of letter's book beside you.

Your gaze rose to look at the time imprinted against the screen on your laptop. It read 10:56 AM. Your brows furrowed as Sam was nowhere to be seen this morning, the two of you had planned to do some case looking that morning.

Standing up from the table, you pushed your chair out and walked around the table to head down the hall towards Sam's room. Once you made it through the long corridor, you were before the youngest Winchester's bedroom door and knocked softly.

There was a pause. Stillness ran through the otherside of the door.

"Sam?" Your voice was soft as you leaned your head closer to the door.

"Yeah?" Sam answered, his voice muffled from the other room.

"Are you okay? You didn't forget about our plans this morning, did you?" You asked as you respectfully kept your hand off the doorknob.

There was no answer.

"Sam?"

Still no answer.

"Can I come in?" You asked.

There was a long string of silence before the doorknob twisted and the door was pulled opened. You saw the room was dimly lit by the lamp on Sam's beside table. You stepped in and saw that he walked away from the door and sat against the edge of his bed, still in his pajamas.

"What's going on?" You questioned.

"Nothing," Sam shook his head, avoiding eye contact

"Sam, cmon, you slept in past 7, that's not like you," You stood a fair distance from him as you watched him stare down into his lap.

"Y/N, I'm fine," He stated.

"Yeah and I'm the queen of England," You scoffed sarcastically. When Sam didn't chuckle or grin, you released a soft breath and took a seat beside him on his bed, keeping your gaze locked with his profile.

"Just.. go away," Sam mumbled.

"I think that's the last thing you need from me right now," You replied with your lips pressed together. "You either talk or don't, but I'm not leaving."

Sam lifted his head and turned his head to meet your warm gaze. You formed a small grin to create a sense of peace for him.

"You're really annoying, you know that?" Sam tried to fight his smile, but he failed miserably

"Maybe, but you love me," You smiled and nudged his shoulder with your own.

"Sure," Sam chuckled lightly.

"Ah cmon, I'm adorable," You laughed.

"Yeah, whatever," The youngest winchester had a smile on his face as he looked at you. You admired the way his lips curved into an upturned manner.

"We have work to do, so get changed and brush your teeth, your breath is smelly," You plugged your nose as Sam lightly shoved you in a playful approach. The two of you laughed as you stood up from the bed. You leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead as he sighed contently.

"I'll get you some coffee, okay?" You stated as Sam nodded with a warm grin.

Before you got the chance to leave the room, Sam stopped you, "Hey, Y/N/N?" You turned to look at him as you were under the doorway. "Thanks," He smiled softly.

"For what?" You furrowed your brow.

Sam continued to smile, "For checking on me."

"You don't have to thank me for that," You replied, "You're important to me, Sam. It's important to me that you're okay and when you're not I still wanna be there with you and for you."

Sam grinned and released a content breath through his nostrils, "I'll be out in a minute." You nodded with a smile and left the room, latching the door shut behind you.

.

a/n: thank you so much for your request!! AND FOR 1k!!! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING and i literally love you all so so much. you have brought so much confidence in me with my work and i'm always so happy to write for you. thank you for reading and for taking part in my 1k followers event! <33 — angelina.

#smut #imagine #reader #x reader #edit #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #sam x you #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #winchesters x reader #winchesters #crowley #demons #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagine #spn family #spn fandom #spnedit #spn smut #spn fic #1k event #narcissisticmf 1k event #event #writing event

[carriehobbs]

Netflix and Chill

I know that the MC wakes up in their own room at the beginning of Chapter 3 in Blood Moon (by @barbwritesstuff), but I've always had this image in my head of my Marco-romancing MC, Mia, falling asleep with him while watching Netflix at the end of Chapter 2. So I wrote about it.

After an exhausting night finding Carrie, bringing her back to the den, and meeting with the Alpha, Mia and Marco watch a documentary. Marco/MC, 1417 words.

Read it on AO3

“This octopus here has sustained damage to one if its nerves. As a result, the octopus can no longer change the colour of its skin, which is controlled by cells called chromatophores. The Octopus vulgaris, or common octopus, however, will regain control over its colouring as the damage to the impacted nerve is naturally repaired over time,” the documentary’s narrator explains as the camera zooms in close on the image of a lone octopus sheltered in a cluster of underwater rocks. The skin of the octopus’s mantle is a milky white in stark contrast to the speckled brown of its arms.

For a second all Mia can think about is the stray, down on the ground in the dirt by a rusty swing set. The taste of rotten blood. Pale skin under ugly, flickering streetlights.

Mia reaches up abruptly to adjust the angle of the laptop screen. Marco shifts slightly beside her, his weight pushing down on the cheap mattress.

It’s only been about twenty minutes since their documentary started. The laptop rests on Marco’s stomach, balanced precariously and with its screen tilted ever so slightly more towards her than him. Marco’s blankets are kicked haphazardly to the foot of the bed, shoved away when they’d settled against Marco’s flattened old pillows, and his right earbud sits uncomfortably in her left ear. Mia feels the prick of cool, early-morning air on her exposed skin where her shirt rucks up on the right side. This moment is still a million times better than the cold patrol or the crammed ride home or the awkward report to the Alpha that followed, though that’s mostly because of the way she can bask in the warmth of Marco pressed flush against her, side-by-side from toe to shoulder.

“You still watching?” Marco asks softly, jostling her as he tries to glance down without jabbing her in the forehead with his chin. It’s the first time either of them has spoken since Marco pressed play.

“Yeah,” Mia mumbles. She leans her head against his shoulder, crown against bone, and watches the octopus crawl out from its hiding place between two rocks.

“I wouldn’t blame you, you know,” he says, but Mia can practically hear the smirk he must be wearing on his stupidly handsome face. “I’m pretty fucking tired too.”

Mia blinks, slow and heavy. “’m not tired.”

Marco laughs, a quick breath out through his nose that is more like a strong exhale than anything else, but he doesn’t challenge her claim.

They settle into relative silence again, their quiet breaths only interrupted by the documentary narrator’s voice coming tinny and uneven through their earbuds. Marco doesn’t normally let their movie nights get this quiet; usually she has to shush his stream of commentary during what he considers to be the boring parts of the movie. It’s nice, though, to sit here with him and feel his every breath through where she touches his shoulder. If she listens closely enough, she can pretend to hear his heartbeat.

While their movie nights are fairly frequent, they’re hardly ever planned more than a few hours in advance. They’re typically prompted by Marco, who drops the suggestion apropos of nothing in the middle of a conversation over lunch or on patrol or really any time it’s just the two of them. Mia always agrees and flushes warm all over in a way that makes her feel so obvious and girlish. Then he smiles that wide, familiar smile and she schools her hands into fists in her jacket pockets so that she doesn’t reach out and ruffle his hair or touch his shoulders or his jaw or his mouth with her mouth. Later, they hunch over Nikolas’s DVD collection and debate which movie to watch and her pick almost always wins.

Some nights, when the pack is asleep, they sequester themselves with Marco’s laptop in one of their bedrooms the same way they’ve hidden away tonight. Mia’s favourites, though, are the nights where they commandeer the TV and the use-worn bottle green couch in the den’s living room.

On those nights she has to sit so close to Marco in order to share the popcorn that she can feel the warm, solid press of his thigh against hers through their jeans and smell the scent of laundry detergent and his cheap cigarettes on his clothes. Sometimes, blissfully, they even fall asleep there on the couch, wrapped up together in the same blankets. These nights are the closest anything’s ever come to being perfect, even if she has trouble looking her packmates in the eyes the next morning because of the creeping, itching feeling along her skin that they can see through all her transparent excuses.

Mia subtly turns her face in to Marco’s shoulder and inhales with eyes fluttering shut, long and deep and slow. Laundry detergent and cigarettes. Even after tonight, he’s still her Marco.

“I can turn it off if you want,” Marco offers and for a foggy-brained second Mia doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“I’m watching,” she insists once she catches up.

Mia rolls to her left, in towards where Marco’s weight dips the mattress, and accidentally kicks his blankets the last few inches off the end of the bed where they land with an almost inaudible thump on the floor. As she settles again, she manages to resist the urge to drape her arm, heavy, across his body and pull him in close until she’s wrapped around him and can keep him near her forever. It’s a very near thing.

A few suspiciously-long seconds pass before Marco speaks again. “Your eyes are fucking closed. You can’t see anything.”

“No,” Mia lies, eyes closed.

“You’re totally not watching.”

“I’m listening.”

“Bullshit. If you’re watching, then what’s happening?”

“Shh,” Mia hushes. “I’m listening. You’re being too loud.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” Marco repeats toothlessly while Mia presses her face firmly down into his shoulder even though it squishes her nose.

When Mia blinks her eyes open again, still lethargic and slow, it’s against the soft dawn light filtering past Marco’s thin curtains. Marco is fast asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly and evenly under her head and her palm, which is curled into the fabric of his shirt over his pectoral. Marco’s laptop lays abandoned on his stomach; the screen is dark.

For a second Mia just watches him, trying to commit to memory the way the stillness of sleep transforms his expression into something peaceful, so different from the bright smiles he usually lets her see. Then she slowly uncurls her hand from Marco’s shirt and smooths out the wrinkled fabric. Her face feels embarrassingly hot and she hopes that Marco had at least already been asleep before she grabbed at him like a child clinging to a favourite toy in the night. Not tonight, she had promised him, and she had meant it.

Mia closes the laptop and places it gently on her abandoned side of the bed, the space still warm and inviting, before slipping to the door as quietly as she can. Slowly she turns the doorknob and pulls the door open, glancing behind her one last time at Marco’s sleeping form. He hasn’t even stirred. Mia closes the door behind her with equal caution, gently settling the door back into its frame before turning the doorknob to prevent it from clicking as the mechanism latches.

Her trip one door down the hall to her own room is mercifully short. She strips off her day clothes perfunctorily as soon as the door is closed, leaving them abandoned in a heap in the middle of her floor to be dealt with later. She wriggles into a pair of worn cotton sleep shorts and an oversized, hand-me-down t-shirt and flops inelegantly down onto her own bed, paradoxically less comfortable than when she’d woken. Mia huffs a slow, deep sigh and drags a pillow towards herself to cling to before closing her eyes again. Hopefully she can eke out a few more hours of sleep before she has to deal with the pack, the stray, and the fallout from the night before. She lays her head down on the edge of the pillow, what little of it isn’t clutched in her arms. It’s a poor substitute for Marco just one room over, she can’t help but think as sleep drapes like a thick blanket over her, but maybe, just maybe, she will only have to make due with pillows for a little while longer.

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(1) The fact about octopus’ nerve regeneration doesn’t actually come from a documentary, it comes from Imperadore, P., Parazzoli, D., Oldani, A., Duebbert, M., Büschges, A., & Fiorito, G. (2019). From injury to full repair: nerve regeneration and functional recovery in the common octopus, Octopus vulgaris. Journal of Experimental Biology, 222(19), 1-11. doi.org/10.1242/jeb.209965. I believe there were a few documentaries about octopuses released in 2019, but, as it turns out, I’m much better at finding journal articles than I am at finding documentaries online. I don’t know what kind of documentary Mia and Marco would have had to be watching to learn this information, but hopefully it interests someone.

(2) I’ve always pictured the pack as having a (sort of musty) old green couch for some reason. The pack’s musty green couch is a real Blood Moon character to me.

(3) The image of Mia and Marco falling asleep on the couch during their movie nights was inspired by this piece of art by @/toads-treasures here on tumblr.

#blood moon if #marco blood moon #my writing tag

[slightly-more-valid-prongs]

tw: negative self-talk, panic attack, hair pulling and hitting (sh)

“what is wrong with me?”

james sits at the kitchen table, swiping two fingers on the trackpad of his laptop, his eyes tracing the text on the screen. he tenses his arms over and over again, trying to make it feel right, trying to make them feel even, as he interchangeably kicks at his heels. his nose begins to twitch, unbalancing his glasses and forcing him to use one of his hands to push them back up his nose. “i need to write. i don’t have time for this. just move.” he pleads, begging himself to stop scrolling and switch over to the chapter he had been working on. he continues to twitch, tensing his legs in time with his arms, growing increasingly frustrated.

he rips his glasses from his face, throwing them against the wall as he slams his laptop shut. “it’s not that fucking hard. just do something. do anything.” he grasps at his hair, yanking it from the root as he squeezes his eyes shut. he begins to subconsciously tense his arms again, forcing him to cry out. “i can’t even get my arms to feel right. they’re uneven. it’s just all wrong. i’m just all wrong.” he grabs at his elbow, trying to force it to stop tensing, but quickly switching his attention to the laptop’s quiet whirring. blinking blankly, he shoves it off the other side of the table, staring as it falls to the floor, sending small shards of glass cascading into the carpet.

he stays completely still for a moment, before his breathing quickens, “fuck, fuck, fuck. i didn’t save. i didn’t get anything done. i need… i need…” he crawls off the chair, tucking himself into a ball. he begins to rock, grasping his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. his breathing growing increasingly more rapid, he begins to shake slightly, trying to force himself not to keep twitching. suddenly, he reaches downwards, ripping his socks off and throwing them away from himself. he tucks himself back into a ball for several moments before sitting upright, ripping his shirt off. he sits cross-legged, rocking back and forth gently. “make it stop.” he hits the side of his head, forcing him to fall over again. “i don’t know how to make it stop.” he sobs, coughing and spluttering through his tears.

he remains that way for several minutes, maybe hours, before he slowly stands up. he gathers his things from the floor, placing the laptop back on the table, before making his way upstairs to his room. he climbs under his bed covers, covering himself almost completely in his duvet, hearing the front door open as his parents come home.

“james, we’re home! are you still awake?” james hears them clatter around downstairs, taking off coats and shoes. eventually, they begin to climb the stairs, first euphemia, then fleamont. they stop outside of his door, “i hope you’re okay. goodnight, love.”, before continuing down the hall to their bedroom.

“i’m fine.”

#james #james potter #prongs #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #hp #harry potter #hogwarts #post hogwarts #angst #marauders angst

[lorebite]

I have a small request 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 could you make a small short fic where jason takes care of y/n when she is having extreme back pain and cramps? I would appreciate it so much💓

Sure, love. Thank you so much for being so patient with me until I finally got this out.

i got your back || Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings: a little swearing. Taking a bath with Jason. Some banter and teasing. Also, a very slight allusion to Reader having longer hair.

This has been the third time in the past few minutes which Jason’s walked by your shared bedroom door and given you a long, expectant stare. Each time you made a vague hand gesture without prying your eyes off of the laptop screen sat in your lap, muttering an absentminded just five more minutes, before you were lost to work once again.

He didn’t once voice his protest, merely sufficing to a slow understanding nod before disappearing around the corner. But he always returned shortly after to repeat the cycle.

This time, you finally looked up at him and chuckled softly. “Why do you keep doing that?”

Jason stepped into the room, his feet dragging across the floorboard as he made his way to the bed. He flung himself on the mattress, making you bounce beneath his weight, and he scooted closer to your stretched out legs. Propping himself up on an elbow, his warm fingers caressed your thigh.

“Let’s take a break. Remember, just—”

You interrupted him. “Just one hour. I know.” You heaved a sigh. “But I’m not done, yet.”

“Babe, work can wait. And you’re doing that again,” he motioned lazily at you as you stealthily tried to stretch your back.

The hot water bag pressed against the small of your back had grown lukewarm. And if not for that, your neck hurt from constantly looking down at your keyboard. Another sigh flitted through your lips before you could hold it in.

“Fine. I’ll take a break. But just a little. Okay?”

“Sure.” He lilted, smiling. You narrowed your eyes at his oddly cheerful tone and he only gave a shrug, his grin broadening. “I ran a warm bath for you. Come on.”

He took your hand and urged you off the bed. The small walk to the bathroom wasn’t completely devoid of your complaints. Jason rolled his eyes as he pushed a palm to the bathroom door, raising a brow at you as you continued to object. His hand then found your shoulder and shoved you gently inside.

“Get your ass in there.”

You turned your head over your shoulder to stick your tongue out at him. He slapped a hand to your behind, pushing you towards the bathtub.

“You like this one?” His voice came from behind you as you slipped your shirt over your head.

You hummed questioningly and tilted your shoulder to look at him. He held up a bath bomb to your face. You shrugged.

“That’ll do.”

“What about some bath salt?”

“Just you, Jason.”

You heard his faint chuckle as you stepped out of your pants that were now pooled in a heap around your ankles. He tossed the bath bomb inside the tub before moving to shed his own layers.

He sunk in the water before you, beckoning you with a curl of his fingers to sit between his legs. You followed, leaning back against his warm chest, and his strong arms wormed around you instantly. His lips pressed snuggly to your temple.

“Isn’t this nice?” He asked, and you hummed in response, lips giving in to a content smile. “See? Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

His hands loosened from around you to move to your back instead. His fingers brushed away your hair before finding purchase on the back of your neck. Gentle pads pressed the worn muscles with care, kneading them in short upward strokes.  

He slowly moved along your spine, thumbs climbing down with rhythmic pauses throughout. You felt his warm breath as he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your neck. Your shoulder twitched as the ticklish sensation stirred beneath your skin. He breathed a giggle under your ear, nudging his nose to your cheek.

You heard the quiet ripple of the water as Jason’s hands dipped under to press against the small of your back. His lips continued to pepper kisses to the back of your neck as his fingers pushed tenderly into your skin, working the stubborn knots loose little by little.

A satisfied sigh slipped through your nose as your shoulders relaxed. You felt the definite upturn of Jason’s lips against your skin, claiming it with, yet another adoring kiss. An instance later, his mouth was by your ear again, speaking quietly.

“Why do I gotta drag your ass out here every time?”

You craned your neck to give him a look over your shoulder. “You’re not much better yourself, sweetie.” You smiled as his hands wound around your waist again, and you leaned into his warm embrace.

“Hey, don’t turn this around on me. You’re not supposed to be like me anyway.”

You gave a one shoulder shrug. “I can’t let you take the crown, you know. Someone’s gotta be worse.”

“Oh, is that so?” He drawled, voice melodious and drawn out. His hold came undone from around you, mischievous fingers coming to brush across your sides. Quiet giggles coaxed free from your lips as you wiggled instinctively. “You’re gonna fight me to the death? Spear your sword through my heart and take it?”

“Jason—” Your words turned into gasps of laughter as Jason’s tickling hands attacked you relentlessly.

“I’ll have you know, sweetheart. I ain’t going down without a fight.”

“Stop, stop! Fine. You win.”

“Giving up already?”

“Oh, my god!” You cried out, voice riddled with uncontrollable laughter as tears pricked the corner of your vision. “I take it back. I take it back.”

Jason’s chest hitched with laughter against your back and his hands returned around your waist.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

You rolled your eyes fondly, slapping a hand against his arm which only brought out a louder laugh from him.

A comfortable lull then fell upon you. The calm air of the room roiled by nothing but the soft flow of Jason’s breaths over your shoulder and the occasional glide of your hands rippling the water. His arms tightened around you at one point, his nose sinking into your damp hair as he kissed the shell of your ear.

“I got your back, okay, baby?”

You smiled. “I know you do.”

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[katsu28]

Please I need a JJ and reader(girlfriend) fic, going on their first vacation together!!

this has also been sitting in my inbox since forever, really sorry for taking so long but enjoy!! <3

winter wonderland

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader 

summary: see prompt! 

warnings: light swearing, mentions of sex (no actual sex tho, poor JJ), hella fluff 

a/n: lil fun fact about me, i’ve never seen snow irl before, so this all just speculation lol 

also i know it’s not winter but something about a snowy, cozy vacation just seems so cute!

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(gif from google, credit to owner)

“Okay, what about this one?” You called distractedly, eyes glued to another Airbnb listening on your laptop. JJ leaned over the back of the sofa from where he was scarfing down cereal at the kitchen table, peering over your shoulder at the bright screen curiously. “It’s within our price range, it’s kinda secluded—” 

Right now, you were planning yours and JJ’s first vacation together, and what better way to spend your time than to head up to the mountains for a few days for some rest and relaxation? Bonus points because it was winter, and neither of you had ever seen snow before, but you’d always wanted to. So now here you were, combing through Airbnb listings to find the perfect place for both your first times. 

“Kinda secluded??? Baby, that’s in the middle of fucking nowhere.” He protested. “Have you learned nothing from horror movies? That’s literally how people get murdered, and I don’t feel like dying a slow painful death anytime soon.” 

You rolled your eyes, shoving his forehead lightly but scrolling down to the next rental nonetheless. “You’re so dramatic.” 

“It’s called being realistic.” 

“Ooh, what about this one?” Your annoyance at him quickly dissipated at the sight of a cute little cabin listing. “J, it’s so perfect!” 

JJ squinted over your shoulder again, eyes skimming the photo and description. It was a small cottage type house, not super secluded but also not in the middle of nowhere, and surprisingly within your price range. He honestly couldn’t care less about the specifics of the place (other than the chance of being brutally murdered), seeing as all he wanted to do was spend some well needed alone time with you, but one look at the excited smile on your face had him sold. 

“I love it. Book it, baby,” He beamed at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pushing off the cushions and wandering into the kitchen to put his bowl in the sink. “Alright, I’m off to work. I’ll see you later, okay?” 

You set your laptop off to the side to give him a quick hug, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “Be safe, I love you.” 

“Love you most, sweetheart.” 

With another kiss (or three), you watched JJ zoom away on his motorcycle, leaving you to spend the rest of your day off from work booking the cabin and planning your upcoming vacation. 

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“That’s it, I hate the snow.” JJ huffed, pulling his beanie down tighter around his ears. You snickered from the porch of the cabin, watching amusedly as he slogged through the shin-deep snow, pouting all the way to you. “Why is it so fucking cold?” 

“Sorry, surfer boy, this isn’t the Outer Banks anymore,” You laughed. “I kinda like it, actually. The air smells so fresh here.” 

“Fresh air, my ass, my nose hurts!” He complained, rubbing at his red nose vigorously, but at the sight of your raised eyebrows, stopped and smiled sheepishly. “I’m good, really. Just happy to spend some time with the love of my life.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement, fishing the key to the front door out from under a rock on the porch, swinging the door open, and flicking on the lights with a flourish. “Welcome to our home for the next four days!” 

JJ nudged past you, picking up the mini chalkboard on the table next to the door and letting out a snort of laughter. “Mr. and Mrs. Maybank, huh?” Now it was your turn to offer him a sheepish smile. “I like the sound of it. Really has a nice ring.” 

“Nice ring, huh?” 

“In due time, baby. In due time.” 

“Whatever. Isn’t this place adorable?” You changed the subject instantly upon taking in the interior of the cabin gleefully. It was even better than it looked in the pictures, just the cutest little house you’d ever seen. 

“Yeah, adorable,” JJ echoed, but when you glanced over at him, he wasn’t looking at the house. He was grinning stupidly at you, calling you adorable. “I love you, sweetheart.” 

“I love you more, J.” You beamed, bouncing over to where he was standing and throwing your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. 

“Not possible.” He mumbled against your lips, nudging you backwards until your legs hit the couch and you toppled over, bringing him down on top of you. His fingers fumbled at the buttons of your jacket clumsily. “Let’s christen this couch, yeah?” 

You let out a giggle, pushing JJ away despite the whines he let out. “Later, I wanna go jump into the snow!” 

“You would rather jump into the snow then have sex with me?” He asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing in completely real offense. “I feel like that’s really saying something about my skills in bed, babe. And not good things either. You wound me. I’m hurt.” 

“Come on, you big baby,” You huffed playfully, dragging JJ off the couch and outside to the bank of fluffy white snow that had blanketed the driveway of the cabin. “I’m gonna push you in.” 

“No you’re fucking not, you little—I’m serious, get away from me! Back, gremlin, back! Y/N, I swear to god—” Whatever he was going to threaten you with was cut short when you all but tackled him face first into the snow, cackling gleefully at the way he spluttered when he resurfaced. “I hate you.” 

“You love me.” 

“Whatever.” 

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Being on vacation with JJ was better than you’d ever expected. Since it was just the two of you, you were able to enjoy each other’s company without a care in the world, unplugging from everything going on in your lives and just going with the flow. You’d gone out in the snow almost every day, jumping around like little kids until your noses were raw from the cold and you couldn’t feel your toes anymore, but it was the most fun you’d both had in a really long time. 

Today was the last day of your mini vacation, and to say you were bummed was an understatement. In the short time that you’d been up in the mountains, you’d grown to love everything about this place, from the postcard-esque winter wonderland (you’d taken so many pictures to print and hang on the walls when you got home), to the fresh, crisp smell of something other than saltwater and fish bait. 

You almost didn’t want to leave. 

“C’mon, baby, quit moping around,” JJ sighed, sliding his arms around your waist as you stared out at the falling snow outside from the front window with a steaming mug of hot chocolate clutched in your hands. His chin nestled comfortably in the crook of your neck like it was second nature, lips pressing a soft kiss right under your ear. “We don’t have to leave here til three, there’s still time to take it all in.” 

“I know,” You mumbled, setting your mug down on the windowsill. “It’s just…this has been so nice and relaxing, I’m just a little sad is all.” 

“I’ve had the best time with you too, sweetheart. And if we could stay here forever, just you and me—I would.” He hummed. “Hey, one day when we’re gray and old, we can retire up here. Deal?” 

You turned around in his arms, looping yours around his neck with a hopeful grin. “Really? You’d give up your surfing days for me?” 

“Well, I’ll probably be 70 and have brittle bones, so I don’t see much surfing in my old man days, but yeah sure, we can go with that.” 

“JJ.” 

“I’m kidding. Yes, I’d do anything for you, Y/N. Anywhere you go, you bet your cute ass I’m coming with you. You get pinched by the cops and end up doing time, I’ll commit grand larceny to come join you.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in thought. “I feel like you’d commit grand larceny anyways.” 

“Y’know I was trying to be sweet, but you make a solid point.” 

“I love you, J.” 

“No, see now you’ve got me thinking about the whole grand larceny thing!” You shot him a pointed look. “I’m kidding. I love you more, baby.” 

“How much more?”

“Enough to commit grand larceny for you.” 

“Will you drop the whole grand larceny thing already and just kiss me?” 

“Baby, I can do more than kiss you.” JJ murmured, lifting you into his arms and starting to make his way towards the couch. “Remember what I said about christening the couch a few days ago?” 

“How could I forget?”

“Let’s do that.”

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[kurosukii]

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨

a/n : because i want to be eaten from behind . and i also want to be iwa’s gf and stress reliever <3

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, spanking, overstimulation, cooch sniffing. service dom iwa <3. 1119 words. (pls)

iwaizumi hajime is a simple man.

living life without too much worries, doing what needs to be done, and at the end of the day, he goes home to his favorite girl.

but sometimes, the weight of the world gets to him (such as a tiring and off day at work) so he turns to you, his lovely girlfriend, for relief and comfort.

when iwaizumi gets home from work and drags his heavy feet towards your shared bedroom, he finds you lying on your stomach on the bed, softly swaying your head side to side as you watch your favorite show on the laptop.

you only realize he’s there when the bed shifts underneath his weight, causing you to look behind you, and your heart sinks when you see your boyfriend’s worn and tired face. you immediately remove your earphones, laptop and show forgotten.

iwaizumi shakes his head, his large hand pushing you back on your belly as your expression twists into confusion.

“don’t have to move, baby.”

his voice is deep and gravelly, the rough timbre sending shivers down your spine. his exhaustion is unmistakable, but you know your boyfriend—this is his way of unwinding, getting lost in you.

iwaizumi lets out a deep exhale, his hands dropping to your covered ass while they knead and rub the supple skin. his hands massage you for a few minutes, and you know that you’re supposed to be the one doing this to him (preferably to his muscled back) but you just can’t help but melt under the pads of his skilled fingers.

iwaizumi can tell that you’re on cloud nine, judging by your soft sighs and pleased hums, which is why he takes advantage of the opportunity and quickly shifts on the bed and buries his nose in your covered pussy and inhales deeply.

you squeal, trying to scramble away from his face but his hold tightens. his grip is not tight enough to feel the indents of his fingers digging into you, but firm enough to let him keep you in place.

“hajime! i haven’t showered yet!”

“don’t care, wanna smell you, it’s calming.”

he says directly to your pussy, the vibrations from his voice sending tingles down your spine. iwaizumi is like a caveman with his direct-to-the-point sentences, and it makes your lower belly tingle with how his face is comfortably shoved between your legs.

you’re in an awkward position, legs spread out with your boyfriend sniffing your dampening cunt like a dog. his tongue comes out and licks you through the thin fabric of your shorts and your surprised squeak turns into a moan when the pressure of his tongue on you increases.

your boyfriend licks you through your shorts until the junction between your thighs is wet and sticky, your folds clearly outlining through the fabric.

iwaizumi relishes in your soft whines and subtle grinding before he hooks his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down your thighs.

he releases a content sigh through his lips, already feeling the tension in his shoulders abating when he sees your wet pussy glistening for him. you squirm on the bed as iwaizumi squeezes the globes of your ass, squealing when he pinches the skin.

“haji!”

he smirks at your whiny tone before he pulls your hips upward until they’re raised and you’re kneeling on the bed. his palm pushes on your lower back until it forms a deep arch.

“i had a long day, need your pussy, baby.”

then he dives in, instinctively groaning at the tangy flavor of your cunt after a long day. he never told you but he prefers your pussy like this, rather than when you’re freshly clean and showered.

so to him, it’s like he’s in a candy store, and he’s eating the best candy there is.

you moan loudly, crying out his name just as his hips start rut against the bed, hard cock straining against his pants. his tongue licks up and down your folds, swirls around your pulsating clit, but he wants more, he wants you to cum in his mouth and take everything you have to offer him.

it’s what he deserves after a long and gruelling day.

“h-haji, hnng—f-fuck!” you whine, your fingers squeezing the sheets with your cheek pressed to the mattress. you visibly shiver, hearing the smack of his lips as he slurps and groans.

he’s clearly enjoying himself, enjoying you and really, there’s nothing to complain about—except, you want to see his handsome face devouring you like you’re his first delicious meal in years.

two thick fingers slip inside your tight walls as he curls and uncurls them, simultaneously licking and suckling on your clit. drool from your mouth stains the bed as you moan unabashedly, mindlessly grinding on iwaizumi’s face.

he growls at your movement, getting spurred on as you take your pleasure from his mouth. he slaps your ass, making you arch your back as you brokenly moan his name. he slaps you again, causing you to whimper this time as you tremble.

the ministrations from his fingers, lips, and tongue are too much for you to handle. his longer and thicker fingers curl against your spongy sweet spot just as his lips suck your clit into his mouth, tongue vigorously swirling in tight circles.

“i’m g-gonna cum!” you scream, pushing your lower back further into his face just as the tight spring in your lower abdomen snaps.

“hajime!”

your cry rings throughout the room, body jerking just as your pussy gushes all over his mouth and chin. iwaizumi moans, tongue leaving your clit in favor of slipping it inside your tight walls just so he could taste everything. you’re a whimpering and shaking mess, eyes glazed as he laps up every drop of your release.

he lifts his head away from you, his lips shiny and chin dripping with your slick. he kisses the back of your trembling thighs, your ass cheeks; you’re boneless after all that, immediately slumping on the bed as soft whimpers fall from your lips.

iwaizumi surprises you by flipping you onto your back, quickly lowering his head to devour your pussy again. he places your legs on his shoulders and your hands tug on his hair just as he groans into you.

his actions are faster and sloppier than before, less precise as he practically makes out with your drooling cunt.

“t-too s-sensitive, haji!” you whine, but he doesn’t pay you any mind because he’s too pussy drunk to think about anything else.

when iwaizumi said that he can eat your pussy for hours, he really meant it; and it looks like you’re about to be in for a long night.

#iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi hajime x reader smut #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi hajime drabble #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi hajime scenario #[ 🁤 ] – drabbles #[ ❃ ] – aoba johsai

[mrkis]

I’m really really sorry you’re feeling so rough, I really hope things get better for you, if it’s okay maybe you could write twlg hyuk hitting on Jeno? Like him being overly annoying and Jeno just brushing him of or the like, for fun :D

thank you my sweet angel <3 sorry for posting this late, i'm getting through them all slowly. thank you so much for your patience too, it means the most during this time

"You look really good today" Donghyuck teases, eyeing Jeno across the table while swirling a pink sucker around his tongue, leaning on his elbow as he admires the man in front of him. Jeno hums, not really taking much notice in Donghyuck as he pushes his glasses up his nose, going back and forth between his notes and his laptop.

Donghyuck grins, holding the sucker between his teeth as he reaches across the table to teasingly stroke Jeno's hand, the pad of his finger gliding over the knuckles and the veins that protrude from the grip he has on his pen. The fact that Jeno doesn’t reel back from his touch makes Donghyuck’s head swirl, filling with excitement which soon turns into giddiness, wanting to test how far he could go with Jeno telling him off.

“Blue looks really sexy on you… you know” Donghyuck compliments, checking out the royal blue overalls that cling to Jeno’s body, something all engineering students have to wear whenever they come into their respected class. Donghyuck trails his hand down Jeno’s, moving around his arm and dipping beneath the sleeve of his overalls, his nails scratching against Jeno’s skin.

“What are you doing?” One of Jeno’s classmates questions as he walks over, holding a fruit cup in hand as he stares at the pair in amusement, using a plastic fork to dig out a strawberry and shove it into his mouth. 

Donghyuck’s eyes flicker to the person’s name badge. Kim J. He looks back up at the bleach blonde. “Appreciating my secret lover. Jealous?”

“Not at all” He grins, his attention turning to Jeno as he chews on a blueberry. “You’re not bothered?”

“He does this all the time” Jeno mutters under his breath, scribbling rough notes on his paper, not even moving Donghyuck’s hand that travels up his arm and over his chest, his body pressed awkwardly against the table as his fingers pop open the top button of Jeno’s overalls, revealing his collarbones that are hardly covered by a white tank. “Donghyuck”

“Yes, baby?”

“If you wanted to see naked…” Jeno pauses, pulling his attention away from his work to meet Donghyuck’s eyes, matching the teasing glint with a smirk. “I can take you to the back room right now and show you”

#[ haechan bday special ! ] #sorry its late #twlg: behind the writing #fic: the way life goes #nct dream #nct #nct haechan #nct jeno

[teatimeallovertown]

It's graduation season and seeing all the graduation pictures made me think of Mickey getting a degree, for some reason. Because he's smart as hell even if they writers tried to make him seem like an idiot in season 11. So here is a quick little fic of Mickey graduating and Ian being a total cheeseball about it. Ft. the Gallaghers supporting Mickey.

It’s stupid. The whole thing is stupid.

It’s an associate’s degree in business. A year and a half worth of classes (he got a semester shaved off with credits for prison).

It was mostly just math and learning how to use excel. And trying not to call the professors anything mean when they gave extra coursework.

He didn’t want to walk. He didn’t even know community collegse had graduation ceremonies. He’d crumpled up the form about cap and gown orders and shoved it into a pocket of his backpack. But of course Ian had made a point of picking Mickey’s backpack up off the floor and hanging it on the hooks he’d so meticulously mounted next to the door. And of course Mickey hadn’t zipped the pocket all the way so the crumpled paper had fallen out and Ian had picked it.

“What’s this?” he’d asked, smoothing at the edges and walking into the living room where Mickey was finishing up his assignment, hunched over his laptop at the dining room table. “Cap and gown orders?”

“Huh?” Mickey’d asked, only half listening, trying to get the excel formula to give him the answer he knew was right.

“This,” Ian replied, pushing the paper under Mickey’s nose. “It says your ceremony is on May 7th.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess. Doesn’t matter.”

“Why not?”

“I mean I’m not fucking doing it. It’s a two year degree from community college. Plus you gotta pay for the robe and shit.”

“We have the money.”

“Not for dumb shit like that.”

“Mickey, this is a big deal. You’re getting a degree.”

“Not a big deal.”

“I don’t have a college degree. No one else in my family does. Or yours.”

“So?”

“So, you have to walk in the ceremony.”

“Uh no, I don’t.”

But of course, he lost that argument. Immediately. With a quick show of puppy dog eyes and pouting lips and now Mickey’s standing in their bedroom, frowning at himself in the mirror.

The robe is shitty as hell. Made of cheap plastic with wrinkles in obvious places. The cap doesn’t fit quite right, tilting a little bit to the left and making him look like a fucking nerd.

He can’t believe he fucking agreed to this. He feels like an idiot. He’s not a fucking college graduate. He just wanted to look a little fucking better on his resume so they can up their delivery prices.

And alright, maybe doing well in his classes was kind of cool. And he liked the evenings when he would sit on the couch, finishing up his assignments, feet in Ian’s lap, Ian’s boring hipster music playing through the speakers in their living room. 

But still, it’s just a two-year degree. He doesn’t need a fucking ceremony.

He glances away from the mirror where he’d been trying to fix the neckline of his robe and sees Ian leaning against the doorway of their bedroom, watching Mickey with the softest fucking expression Mickey’s ever seen.

“Quit it,” Mickey snaps, feeling his cheeks go red at the attention. “I look like a fuckin’ nerd.”

“You look like a college graduate,” Ian replies, walking over to the Mickey and reaching up to straighten the cap.

“College graduate from a community college with an associate’s degree, “ Mickey replies but relaxes a bit as Ian’s hands find the collar of his shirt, smoothing it down. 

“More than I’ve got. Or anyone in either of our families.”

Mickey frowns a bit at that. They’d talked about Ian going back to school. No doubt he was smart enough. But it had been a precarious few years, balancing the new job and responsibilities with Ian’s ups and downs. They’d both agreed school on top of that would be too much, at the moment. 

“Just shows you how easy it is. Even I can do it,” Mickey responds.

Ian rolls his eyes, taking a moment to straighten Mickey’s tie before moving his hands up to Mickey’s face, forcing it upwards enough that they’re looking into each other’s eyes.

“I’m proud of you. We’re all proud of you. You did something awesome and we’re going to celebrate it. Stop shitting on yourself.”

It’s a conversation they’ve had a million times. Ian trying to force Mickey to acknowledge his accomplishments, no matter how insignificant they seem.

Mickey’s not sure how to explain that none of this shit matters to him. He just wants to be happy. Just wants to have a good life with his husband. Wants to be able to afford Ian’s stupid organic produce and pilates classes.

But unable to break away from Ian’s eyes, he supposes what he did is kind of cool. Worked full time and took classes at night. Got all As and Bs. Made a fucking LinkedIn profile. 

“Alright, softie,” he relents, pressing up on his toes to kiss Ian’s lips for a moment. “Let’s go so I can make a fucking fool out of myself at this graduation bullshit.”

Ian grins and pulls Mickey in again, this time for a longer, slower kiss.

(They’re almost late to the ceremony and Mickey’s tie is totally off-center.)

He sits near the front, in between a few classmates he recognizes, and surrounded mostly people he doesn’t know. There’s a surprisingly good turnout, considering the cost of the crappy robes. A bunch of boring people talk about perseverance and strength and Mickey tries to keep his eyes open in the slightly too warm gymnasium.

Ian’s somewhere in the back, sitting with the rest of the crowd. Mickey’d tried to spot him when he walked in but there had been too many people and he doesn’t want to make a scene turning around in his seat to find him.

Finally, after what feels like a fucking decade, he lines up in front of the stage. 

Name after name. Cheers from the crowd. Mickey tugs at his collar, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

What if he trips? What if Ian went to the bathroom and no one cheers for him when he walks up there? What if the old guy handing out the degrees realizes when Mickey goes up there that there’s been a mistake and Mickey didn’t actually graduate?

He looks around for a second, wondering if he can make a run for it. There’s an exit not too far away. If he bolted right now…

“Mikhailo Milkovich.”

Oh. That’s him. Fuck he’s right in front of the stage steps. It’s time.

His feet start to move before he can really think about it, taking the steps one at a time, surprisingly solid despite his shaking fingers.

He hears cheers and his name being shouted from the crowd. A lot of cheers, actually. He frowns, looking out in the crowd.

He sees Ian first. Stupidly tall and bright red hair sticking out like a sore thumb. He’s got the biggest, dumbest smile on his face and Mickey can tell he’s crying even from here. He brings his hands to his mouth and lets out another loud whoop and Mickey can’t fight off a grin.

But it’s not just Ian. He sees Lip right next to him, Freddie on his shoulders, yelling something. Tami’s next to him, baby girl on her hip, wide smile on her face. Then Debbie, Frannie on her left clapping so wildly Mickey can only see the blur of her hands. Carl’s on her other side, Liam’s next to him. Sandy’s the farthest to the left, fingers in her mouth so her whistle carries across the room.

They’re loud. So fucking loud. Probably louder than for any other graduate. The families around them are looking over, noses wrinkled with annoyed expressions on their faces.

Mickey laughs. Laughs so fucking loudly he almost does trip. But he doesn’t fucking care. He loves it.

He takes the diploma (turns out it’s actually just a fucking piece of paper saying he’ll get his diploma later but whatever) and shakes the old fucker’s hand, ignoring the look the guy gives him when he sees Mickey’s knuckles tats.

As he heads towards the other side of the stage to head back to his seat, he turns to his family again, still cheering so loudly people are starting to whisper.

Mickey flips them off, wide smile on his face. They all flip him off right back. 

It takes a little while to find them afterwards. There’s tons of people milling about, looking for their families, hugging each other and crying. Mickey thinks it’s dumb, all the emotion. But whatever. He wants to see Ian.

Franny finds him first. A blur of red and yelling and then there’s a vice grip around his thighs.

“Uncle Mickey you did it!”

He grins, patting the top of her hair.

“Fuck yeah I did, little Red.”

Franny steps back but reaches for his hand instead.

“You’re the smartest one now, right? That’s what my friends at school told me.”

“Fuck no he isn’t,” a voice calls from behind her and Lip appears, rolling his eyes at Franny but a smile on his face. “Uncle Mickey’s still an idiot.”

“Ay, fuck off Philip,” Mickey replies without any heat, still holding Franny’s tiny hand. 

It’s chaos after that. Debbie, Sandy and Tami insist on hugging him, even when he tries to]fight them off. Carl gives him a stupid-looking first bump before Debbie forces them to hug too. Liam tells Mickey, very seriously, that he’s impressed with his work ethic and that he should consider his bachelor’s next.

“Okay little man,” Mickey says, squeezing him on the shoulder. “Ay, where the fuck’s my husband?”

He’d been waiting for Ian to appear with the group, looking over everyone’s shoulder for him but now he’s hugged fucking everybody and his husband’s still not here.

“He uh…had to take care of something,” Debbie says, chewing on her lip. “He’ll be here in a second.”

“Take care of what?” Mickey asks, looking confused.

“The cake!” Franny yells and everyone groans.

“The…aw fuck I said no party!” Mickey yells, glaring around the group. “I clearly fucking said-,”

“You seriously thought Ian wasn’t going to throw you a party?” Tami asks, looking skeptical. “C’mon, Mick. He’s been planning this shit for weeks. The cake’s shaped like a graduation cap and everything.”

Mickey sighs because she’s right, he should have fucking expected it. Feels kind of like an idiot for not realizing it. 

But before he can get too mad, he sees a flash of red and then Ian’s jogging through the throngs of people, cheeks flushed.

“Sorry!” he yells,” darting around an older couple, nearly losing his balance so he doesn’t knock them over. “Uh…work stuff. Just had to-,”

“He already knows,” Sandy drawls, rolling her eyes. “Franny spilled the beans.”

“Oh,” Ian says, smiling fading a bit before he looks up at Mickey, chewing sheepishly on his lip. “I know you didn’t want one but I thought-,”

Mickey cuts him off by marching across the space in between them and throwing himself at Ian, pressing their lips together.

It takes Ian a second to cotton on but he does quickly, hands finding Mickey’s waist and smiling against Mickey’s lips.

There are a few gagging sounds behind them and a loud “come on” but Mickey ignores them, hat tumbling off his head as he presses closer to Ian.

Once they break away they’re both a little flushed and breathless but Ian smiles wide, reaching a hand up to comb through Mickey’s undoubtedly messy hair.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” Ian asks, hand moving to trace Mickey’s cheekbone.

“Not even close,” Mickey says, pressing up for another quick peck. “But thank you. For getting me here.”

Because that’s really what it boils down to. Someone finally believing in Mickey. Trusting him. Pushing him to be better, letting him melt down when he needed to do. Fighting him at every turn, refusing to let him give up on himself. 

They all head to their cars, loud and rambunctious. Screaming and yelling, shoving and cursing. Ian and Mickey walk behind them, fingers intertwined. 

He’s got a fucking husband. A fucking family. A fucking job and a fucking degree.

Not too bad, if he really thinks.

(And he’s got a cake waiting for him at home. And he has to admit, it sounds pretty good.)

#my fic #my writing #tumblr fic #gallavich #gallavich fic #this is why i havent finished the chapter of my WIP sorry friends #i have add what can i do #hope you all enjoy #i need to put these all on a03 at some point #mickey milkovich is perfect okay