#very kissable lips distracting me again

[observers-journal]

Tenoch Huerta in Get the Gringo

Pouty baby, yet again. Killing us all with that goddamn side profile.

Reposted from @/tenochcentric on Twitter

#dame un besito mi amor #very kissable lips distracting me again #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #tenochito #jose tenoch huerta mejia #get the gringo

[theostrophywife]

la petite mort.

pairing: regulus black x reader.

song inspiration: greedy by tate mcrae.

author's note: you guys, the wonka press tour is going to be the death of me. timothee looks so hot and therefore it gave me extra inspiration to finish this little piece.

Regulus Black was first and foremost a gentleman.

Before you started dating, Regulus was adamant about courting you properly. Your boyfriend was a bit old-fashioned that way, but you absolutely adored it. During your first date, Regulus took you out to the fanciest restaurant in town, opened the door for you, pulled out your chair, and didn’t even blink twice before sliding his card down when the check came. 

Ever since then, Regulus spoiled you rotten. Every day, he walked you to class, carried your bag and books, and even left sweet little notes for you to find throughout the day. In the eyes of the public, Regulus Black was the picture of the perfect gentleman, but in private, your boyfriend was anything but.

There was a dark side to Regulus. A side that you took great delight in awakening. Tonight, you were more determined than ever to push your boyfriend to his limits. 

It was a typical Friday night. You and Regulus were at his dorm for your weekly study date. Except you really weren’t in the mood to study. You were laying on your stomach on his bed, absentmindedly flipping through the potions manual in front of you. The assignment was to translate the text from French, but you hardly had more than a few sentences transcribed on your parchment. You were much too distracted at the moment. 

While the manual failed to capture your attention, Regulus did not. Your boyfriend was sitting across the room reading some obscure tome about dark magic. He leaned over the wooden desk, the sleeves of his shirt rolled just past his elbows, which gave you the perfect view of the veins on his forearms. His green and silver tie hung loosely around his neck, exposing the perfectly kissable column of his throat. 

Unaware of your ogling, Regulus twirled his wand between his fingers as his features pinched in concentration. Those angelic curls grazed his impossibly high cheekbones, drawing your attention to the smattering of freckles across his nose. As he read, Regulus mouthed the words silently, his lips curving around the vowels in the most delicious way. His green eyes burned intensely, illuminated by the warm glow of the lantern beside him. 

Abandoning your assignment, you dragged yourself off of the bed and sidled up behind him. Regulus melted into your touch as you massaged his shoulders. He looked up and the light hit his eyes just right, golden spears bursting through the rich green hues like a kaleidoscope. 

Regulus grabbed your chin and dragged your face down to his, planting a sweet kiss against your lips. You hummed against his mouth, eager to deepen the otherwise chaste kiss. You felt him smile at your enthusiasm before he gently tugged at your hair, forcing you to look at him once again. 

“Did you finish your translations, my love?’ 

You shook your head. “No, I think I need a study break.”

Regulus tutted. “Come show me what you’ve done so far and I’ll tell you if you’ve earned one.”

You pouted. It wasn’t very often that Regulus denied your request. Usually, he bent over backwards just to make you happy, so when he didn’t immediately grant you what you wanted, you couldn’t help but act like an absolute brat. Patience had never been your strong suit and Regulus knew that. 

Your boyfriend watched with an amused smirk as you retrieved your manual and parchment with a little frown on your face. You set the studying materials down on his desk and crossed your arms. 

“Where am I supposed to sit?”

Regulus patted his lap. “Right here is fine, darling.”

He almost chuckled at how quickly your mood brightened after that, but he didn’t want to give himself away. Regulus knew exactly what you wanted and he had every intention of making you work for it. You made yourself right at home on his lap, rubbing your arse against his crotch. He would’ve been embarrassed at how hard he already was underneath you, but Regulus had absolutely no shame when it came to his girl. 

“Why don’t you read what you have so far, mon amour?”

You began by reading the ingredients, which listed the main components of the potion. Those were easy enough to translate given that the terms were quite similar in each language. Regulus urged you to continue and you had no choice but to fumble through the instructions, which you had undoubtedly mucked up after getting distracted by him. 

“Faire chauffer à feu doux,” you said reluctantly.

Regulus shook his head. “Faire chauffer à feu fort,” he corrected in perfect French.

It was rather pathetic how hot and bothered you were over boiling instructions, but you couldn’t stop squirming at how attractive it was to hear your boyfriend speak the language of love. Regulus bid you to continue, which you did rather distractedly. 

You struggled through the next few sentences, pressing your thighs together every time Regulus corrected your pronunciation. “You have to roll your tongue, darling. Like this.” 

After Regulus demonstrated by rolling his tongue and sounding out the word flawlessly, your skin felt so hot that you were surprised you hadn’t burst into flames. As you stuttered over the next few sentences, you felt Regulus shuffle underneath you. He slowly unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants. You stopped mid-sentence when he lifted up your skirt. 

Regulus slapped your thigh so hard that the action made you jerk in his lap. “I didn’t say you could stop. Keep reading, love.”

“Trancher de la racine aux pointes—“ you stammered lamely through the words as his hands roamed underneath your skirt. 

You held your breath as he palmed you through the cotton fabric. Regulus smirked when he felt how wet and needy you were for him. He pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off as he caressed your slit. Coating his index and middle fingers with your arousal, Regulus spread your wetness all along your folds. 

A pathetic little whimper escaped your lips. Regulus grabbed your chin and turned you towards him. “I told you to keep reading,” he growled. “Start that section over and don't stop or I’ll make you regret it. Do you understand, princess?”

With a nod, you continued to decipher the next section. Regulus hummed in approval as he lifted your hips. You gripped the parchment as your boyfriend positioned you over his length before thrusting his cock inside of you without warning. 

You bit your lip to keep your moan in. “What are you doing, Reg?” 

Regulus chuckled darkly. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with acting like a spoiled fucking brat, did you?” You gasped as he sheathed himself in your warmth, filling you to the hilt and nearly making you squirm with pleasure. “You wanted my cock so I’m giving it to you, but I’m not moving until you finish your assignment.” 

The whine that escaped out of you made him smirk. “Now be a good girl so you can get your reward, yeah?” 

Your boyfriend stayed true to his word. Every time you translated a phrase correctly, Regulus rewarded you with a slow thrust. He grunted as he drove deeper into you, whispering praises of encouragement in your ear. 

“My smart girl,” Regulus declared proudly, littering kisses against your neck. “Keep going, baby. You want more, don’t you?” 

The growing need for him distracted you. When you pronounced a word wrong, Regulus pulled all the way out until only his tip teased along your folds. You whimpered at the loss, loathing the hollow and empty feeling it left you with. 

Regulus grabbed you by the throat. “Salé means savory, sucré is sweet. I’m disappointed. I know you know this, darling. Let’s refresh.” He pressed his lips against yours and you ached to kiss him, but you knew that he wouldn’t be pleased if you did so without permission. “Say it with me. Salé.” 

You swallowed thickly as he spoke the words against your mouth. The smooth way that the word rolled off of his tongue made you clench around him. Regulus smirked as you repeated the word, slightly stuttering while you struggled to stay still. 

“Salé.” 

“Does it turn you on when I speak French, mon amour?” You nodded silently, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. “I know it does, gorgeous girl. I can tell by the way your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock. Poor thing, you must be aching to be fucked, aren’t you?” 

Tears pricked at your eyes. You wanted him so badly that it actually hurt. Regulus wiped the errant tear away with his thumb. “One more, darling. Surely you can manage.” He tilted your chin up and spoke the last word against your lips. “Sucré.”

“Sucré,” you repeated obediently.

“What does it mean?” 

“Sweet.” 

“Just like you, pretty girl.” Regulus kissed your cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now you can have your study break.” 

You sighed in relief when Regulus finally kissed you. The chaste kiss from earlier was gone. Instead, he claimed your mouth with his tongue, leaving open mouthed kisses that had you tugging at his curls for more. He smiled as you grinded into him, making him grunt in pleasure as you lowered onto his length.

“So eager, aren’t we? Where do you want me, mon amour? Here or on the bed?”

“Neither,” you gasped into his mouth before glancing at the desk behind you. 

He chuckled when he realized what you meant. “Is this what you were thinking about, love? Couldn’t focus on your work because you were imagining me bending you over that desk?” 

You nodded. “Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Reg. I need you so bad.” 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you beg.” Regulus shifted and patted your thigh. “Come on, darling. Bend over for me. Let me fuck you on this desk until you cry.” 

Regulus watched with lust blown eyes as you bent over the wooden desk. He flipped your skirt up and palmed your ass, the cold bite of his rings sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip as Regulus loosened his tie. He smirked as he slid it off his neck. 

“Put your arms behind your back, mon cœur.” 

You eagerly obeyed his command. Regulus pinned your wrists together and bound you with his tie. Pressing your cheek against the wood, he stripped you of your shirt and kissed along your spine. Regulus leaned over and slipped a hand underneath your lacy bra, squeezing your tits as he positioned himself behind you. His other hand guided his cock at your entrance. Regulus slipped in slowly, giving you inch after delicious inch. 

“Merde,” Regulus cursed. “You feel so fucking good, princess.” 

Once he started moving, you were reduced to a blubbering mess. Regulus was relentless as he fucked you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips while he drove in and out of you. The parchment and quills that were neatly laid out on his desk clattered to the ground with every slam of his hips. The desk rattled against the wall while he fucked you into oblivion. 

You pressed your cheek against the wood, the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls while you begged for more. “Baise-moi fort, Regulus.” 

Regulus hissed, thrusting into you with force just like you asked. The line between pain and pleasure blurred. Warm tears coated your cheeks as he pushed your body to the limit. Regulus pulled your hair and tugged him towards you for a sloppy kiss. Your legs shook underneath you as he slapped your ass. You could feel the imprint of his rings brand itself into your skin. He timed his thrusts with each smack, making you wetter and wetter by the second. 

He brushed your hair back, kissing your cheek. Regulus placed his hand on your stomach and pressed down just as he rutted into you. “Feel that, princess? This is what I think about all day. Burying myself so deep inside you that you can’t even form words.” You babbled in response, whatever words you were trying to form came out entirely incoherent. “Have I fucked you dumb, darling? You should know better than to ask me to fuck you harder. You know I have no control when it comes to you, Y/N.” 

You cried as he slammed into you. “S’too much, Reggie. I—I can’t take anymore—“

Regulus only laughed. “That’s too fucking bad, princess. You begged like a whore, so you get fucked like one too.” He licked a stripe against your neck before leaving love bites on every surface of your skin. 

There was nothing your boyfriend loved more than claiming your body like this. He smiled as you whimpered, knowing that you’d be marked and bruised for days to come. Though your cheeks were stained with tears, Regulus knew you could take more. Your body told him everything he needed to know. The way you fluttered around him indicated that you were close. He was definitely pushing your limit, but Regulus had a habit of coaxing you out of your comfort zone to provide the most mind-blowing orgasms that you’ve ever experienced. 

“Cum for me, mon amour.” 

White hot heat surged through your veins. You moaned his name while the orgasm crested like a wave, washing over your body like a biblical flood. For a second, it felt like your soul had left your body entirely. The phrase la petite mort flashed in your mind. The little death, the French called it. 

Just when you thought that the high was finally leveling out, Regulus picked you up and placed you on the desk. He untied your wrists before kneeling between your legs. Regulus smirked as he kissed along the inside of your thighs. Those pretty eyes flashed with mischief as he bit into your flesh. 

“Hang on, pretty girl. I’m not done with you yet.” 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Regulus lapped up your arousal. He kissed and sucked at your wet cunt like they were hauling him off to Azkaban at any given moment. Your boyfriend grunted when you tugged at his luscious curls, utterly turned on by your roughness. When Regulus looked up at you through thick, dark lashes with his mouth dripping with your cum, you couldn’t help but shiver at the sight. 

You loved seeing Regulus like this. You loved knowing that only you could awaken this dark and dangerous side of him. 

“Oh god, Reg,” you keened, arching against his mouth. “Fuck, I love you.” 

Regulus hummed in approval, spelling out his initials against your folds. The curve of R.A.B. branded itself into your core in the most erotic way possible. The message was clear. You belonged to Regulus and Regulus alone. 

As he worked, Regulus pumped himself between his fingers. You could feel him edging towards release just as a second orgasm washed over you. Regulus looked up when you tugged at his hair. 

“Don’t cum yet, baby,” you said hoarsely. “Not until you’re inside me again.” 

“Mon dieu, you kill me when you say things like that.” Regulus hissed as he wrapped your legs around his waist. The groan that escaped his lips as he slipped inside of you again was downright vulgar. “My filthy fucking girl. I love being inside of you.”

You whimpered in response, bringing him closer as he pounded into you again and again. “I love when you fill me up, Reg. You’re the only one who can make me feel like this. You’re the only one who can fuck me like I need. Gods, you’re perfect.” 

“You feel so fucking good,” Regulus whispered against your lips. “Gods, I’m so close.”

“I know, Reggie. I know.” You kissed him, sighing as you canted your hips to match his rhythm. “I want to feel you cum inside of me, pretty boy.” 

Regulus grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy and desperate. Your words sent him over the edge and he came with a gasp, biting into your shoulder to keep himself from waking up the dungeons. You held him as the orgasm seized his body, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and following the praise with adoring kisses. 

Your heart warmed as he gazed lovingly up at you. He pulled out slowly, peppering kisses all over your face but never taking his eyes off of you. The way Regulus looked at you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. 

“Reg?” you murmured. 

“Yes, my love?” 

“I think I like studying after all.” Regulus chuckled against your skin, his curls tickling your neck. “You’re excellent at inspiring motivation.” 

“Anything for you, mon amour. I was a goner the second you called me pretty boy.” 

“Is that so?” You teased, kissing the tip of his nose. “Well, you are, you know. You’re my pretty boy.” 

“Don’t say that unless you’re ready for another round.” 

“I’m always ready for you, Reggie. I can’t get enough.”

Regulus picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. “Je t'aime de tout mon cœur, my cheeky girl.”

“I love you too, Regulus Arcturus Black.” You smiled and kissed his temple. “With all my heart.”

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[yutaleks]

cherry thrill | okkotsu yuuta x reader

ftm trans!yuuta. reader is afab, no pronouns used for reader. nipple play, oral sex, subtop yuuta. first time (for yuuta). reader is very forward. The relationship is recently established; at the beginning of the fic, reader doesn't know yuuta is trans. it's all good tho. Banner by @/cafekitsune. Length: 2.8K. Just barely made it in time for TDOV yay! ♥ listening to... ▷ cherry thrill - movements

“Do you trust me?”

Yuuta can’t seem to be able to tear his eyes off of the poster on the wall behind you. He’s nervous, nervous as hell. And locking eyes with Joan Jett plastered on your wall across from this couch seems to help distract him some. At least it’s better than looking into the eyes of a tiger (that means you, by the way.

Because that is entirely how you’re looking at him right now.)

Yuuta chews his bottom lip and nods.

“I know you told me you haven’t done anything like this before.” Yuuta nods idly. Joan’s reassuring smile sparkles behind your head. “But if you want it—I’ll be good to you.”

His lips perk up some. “I know.”

Your gaze, which was fixed on his face, trails down, sweeping over the pale column of his neck. He wears an oversized flannel over an oversized shirt paired with oversized jeans, his bony body drowning in fabric. Despite dating for weeks, you’ve never been graced with anything more than a glance at his collarbones, or a few presses of your lips to his own. He’d confessed to you early on that he was extremely inexperienced. But that’s okay; you’d be more than willing to be his first, a strange sort of satisfaction brewing in your tummy at the thought.

In comparison to his usual chastity, today seems like an anomaly. What was a “come over and watch a movie with me” date has turned into… well… this. Not that you’re complaining.

You’re straddling his lap, grinding yourself down against him as you shove your tongue down his throat. Your shirt had been peeled off and tossed onto the floor at some point during your heavy make out session, in an act to push Yuuta just a little harder than usual. You admittedly want more than just a few kisses tonight. And Yuuta’s eager hands cupping and groping your breasts as you bite at his lips tells you that he must feel the same way.

When you tell him sweetly that you’ll be good to him, his skin feels hot. Your fingers cup around his nape and tug at the roots, pulling him up to look at you. You kiss him, making a show of moaning against his lips as you grind against his pelvis. The signs are all there: he kisses you back, sucking on your tongue; his hands grope your chest, your thighs, squeeze at the meat of your ass.

So why isn’t he hard?

You pull away from the kiss, a web of saliva netting between your lips. Yuuta’s dazed when he looks at you—you imagine little hearts floating around his face, like a lovestruck fool out of a comic strip.

“Yuuta…” you use the hand you have at his nape, and turn it just slightly, so that you brush your thumb against his spit-soaked bottom lip. He parts his lips just enough for you to thumb over his Cupid’s bow. His lips are such a lovely shade of pink—so so pretty, so kissable.

Before you find yourself sucking on his tongue once more you pry your gaze away from it, and search his eyes pointedly. “I want to have sex with you. Badly. Would that be okay with you?”

Yuuta’s whole body reaction is charming. The soft breaths that washed over your thumb stop; his eyes grow wide, like a cornered animal, as his face blooms pink. He blinks. And blinks. And blinks.

“Um.. I—I want to too,” he stutters once his brain seems to come back online. He stops you when you lean forward to kiss him again, clearly hesitant over something. “I have a, um… confession to make.”

“Confession?” Your brows thread together in confusion and he keeps you away from his lips.

“I don’t have… um…” words seem to fail him at that moment, his lips mouthing something but no sound comes out. When you look into his eyes they’re glassy, on the brink of tears. Is he forcing himself to do this with you? Your heart sinks at the thought.

“Yuuta, if you don’t want this, don’t force yourself, it’s oka—”

You feel his grip on your sides tighten. “It’s not that,” He takes the hand that you’ve placed on his face and brings it down to between your bodies, pressing it against his crotch. You feel nothing there—not even a bulge. When you don’t say anything, he looks away, his grip on your hand going limp.

It takes a few seconds, as you clear the hazy lust clouding your mind, for this all to click in your mind.

And then it does.

“Oh.”

He panics, then. “I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry—”

“Baby,” you hush him, palms to his cheeks. “Did you think that would upset me?”

He resorts back to blinking, a little dumbfounded, and nods. “I don’t know—maybe,”

“I love you,” you tell him for the first time. His ears feel hot as the words reach them. “Exactly as you are.”

Yuuta’s overwhelmed with emotions at the relief that comes with admitting this to you—and for a while, you stay like this, letting him wrap himself around you and sob into the crook of your neck as you pat his hair and soothe him, reassuring him that you’d never be upset with him for something like this. Hell, as his crying subsides, you give him just a little grief, in the form of “Did you really expect me to reject you?”.

To which he shyly admits that he didn’t; but his anxiety won out every time it came up, avoiding breaching the topic until now. You don’t blame him at all, of course.

And he doesn’t know if he can love you any harder than he does in the moment when you kiss his damp eyelids, thumb at his cheeks, and tell him, “this doesn’t change a thing. 'kay?”

The hesitancy Yuuta felt before vanishes completely when you kiss him again. This time he lets you sneak your hands under his shirt, lets your hands roam over the soft skin of his tummy, and even raises his arms for you when you motion to peel off his shirt. He’s wearing a binder beneath his shirt, solid black with a zipper down its center. When your thumb and index finger wrap around the zipper, you feel him stop breathing again, so you pause.

“It’s okay,” he nods—it’s the first time anyone’s done this with him, and you feel a sort of responsibility, to make him feel loved with every touch. You’re slow and delicate when you tug, maintaining eye contact with him, looking for any sign that you should stop what you’re doing. But he gives you no such signal.

When you tug the zipper all the way down, the black fabric comes apart with a snap. Suddenly his breasts spill out, sizable enough to droop like a pretty pair of pears… after pushing off the binder, you take the left one into your hand and thumb softly over his nipple. A cute little whine slips out of his lips.

“Would you rather I not touch them?” You ask him, afraid of overstepping. Your stomach churns with desire when his face deepens a shade of pink.

“It—it feels good,” he says as your hand gently squeezes a handful of his chest, pinching the nipple. “I like it—as long as it’s you.”

You can’t help but kiss him again, delighted at his words, at how much faith he’s put in you. As your lips meld against his own you squeeze his breasts, pinching, rolling, massaging—and he squeaks, hums, and moans in delight with every touch. If you weren’t so busy eating up every single way his body responds to you, you’d be upset with him for holding back from this for so long. How much more can you get out of him?

But you can’t help but wonder if you’ve already pushed him enough for today, seeing just how much kissing and groping has flustered him already, and hesitate, pulling away to ask, “do you want to keep going?”

Yuuta surprises you, then. He flips you off his lap and lays you down onto the couch, slotting himself between your thighs. His expression is still flustered but his gaze is something else; darker, determined. “Yes, I want to…”

"Then, fuck me," you smirk at him, pawing up at his jeans. "I'll teach you how."

As you hurriedly peel off each other's pants, Yuuta is grateful that you have a bit more experience than he does. He likes that you guide him, with a mix of eagerness and respect for his inexperience. You don't say much until you're both down to your panties, both of you squeezing at whatever parts of each other's bodies you can grab.

Yuuta sits on his knees between your thighs as you sit up off the couch and rub your fingers over his clothed pussy; the fabric is soaked through.

"Can I take this off?" You murmur, looking up at him. He nods, and your gaze slowly flits down to where you touch him; it feels like it burns his skin as it trails down his lips, then chest, then down the dark hair on his tummy that cuts off at the cloth of his panties, like a promise of something more beneath. With hands at both sides you peel the cotton down, pushing it to his knees—any further down and he would have to move his legs, but right now he can do no such thing, because you lean in, face-to-face with his pussy, and place kisses along his pelvis, his vulva... to say he's embarrassed is an understatement. A glance up at him reveals he's covering his mouth with the back of his hand, ears and cheeks a pointed red.

"Is this embarrassing for you?" you ask him. "You can tell me to stop whenever, sweetheart."

He shakes his head side to side wordlessly. Doesn't protest when you pry his sticky lips apart with your thumbs, showing you his puffy little cock. It's reddened compared to the rest of him; you blow on it, and he shivers, which makes you start to giggle.

"So sensitive, Yuuta. Have you been touching yourself a lot?"

"The medicine, it um, makes me really..."

"Horny?"

"Mmmh,"

Admittedly, Yuuta is someone who's incredibly fun to tease. You've learned this over the few weeks you've been dating, and the urge to tease him about this bubbles up inside you. His reactions are what drive you, always so incredibly cute and innocent.

So you tease him.

"Do you touch yourself like this?" You ask as you thumb over his dick. He starts to squirm, acknowledging your question with a hum. "Or do you prefer fingers inside you?"

You start to rub his cock in a circular motion with your thumb and he all but keels over. "Like that—please,"

You replace your thumb with your lips, wrapping them around his dick. Yuuta's never felt the warmth of someone's mouth there before, nor has he ever felt the sensation he feels when you start to flick your tongue over him, and he nearly chokes on a sob when you start to suck.

"Fuuuuuck," he sighs. It's the first time you've even heard him curse like that. It's delightful. So you hold his lips apart with your thumbs and lavish attention on his cock, sucking and teasing with your tongue until Yuuta's holding you to him with a firm hand, practically grinding himself on your face. He sounds wretched when he cums on your mouth, and you moan in time with him, making him undoubtedly hornier than he thought possible.

"Please," he pants, chest rising and falling as you pull off his cock. "Please let me make you feel good too."

Your lips glisten with his wetness, and when you lean back Yuuta kisses you, tasting himself on them. He doesn't know what to make of the tangy sweetness but he decides he doesnt hate it.

You pull your own panties off as he stares. Practically starts to drool as you hold your lips apart with your index and middle fingers.

“Wanna make me feel good?” He watches with bated breath as you stick your middle finger inside, past your entrance, and pull it back out. It comes out with a sticky sheen. “Then put your cock inside me, Yuuta.”

Ohhhhhhh God, he’s thinking, watching you push your finger back inside yourself. Is this even fair?

Yuuta believes he is entirely unqualified to have someone like you; he doesn't even know what to do with himself when you hook your arms under your knees, pulling your legs back and spreading open for him. He has zero experience with this, marveling at your drooling pussy, unsure about where his body parts should go.

He swallows. "Put it," clears his throat, "Put it in?"

You smile, a bit like a Cheshire Cat. "Yes, darling."

It's cute, the way he shyly shuffles up, shucks both your panties off the couch and onto the ground, and places his thighs right up against you. He's flustered, pink from his ears to his collarbones, as you rest your thighs on his, beckoning him closer with fingers wrapped around his arms.

"Don't think about it too much," you assure him. "Do what feels good."

His intuition and his experience (read: the many nights he's spent humping his pillow, thinking about you) tell him to peel apart the sticky folds of his pussy, to press his dick right against your wanting hole. He shyly grinds himself against you, soaking in the little moans that leave your lips when his dick slides against your clit.

"More," you hum, to his excitement. "Like that."

When he gets a sense of what you like, he pushes your knees back to your chest, earning a gleeful squeal from your lips. He smiles when you do.

"Good boy," you coo, as he continues to grind himself against your pussy. You don't mind how hard he grips the back of your thighs as he leans over you, enjoying the friction between your bodies. In fact, he grips the fat of your thighs even harder upon hearing the words 'good boy'. Discovering just how much he loves praise was not your prerogative tonight, but wow will this information be useful for later...

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of his low, strained groan as his cock catches on your hole. It's so sticky; when he pulls away even the smallest distance, a thin web of slick connects you both. You reach down to your clit, tracing circles over it as he fucks into you with his dick.

Your orgasm builds slowly, between you touching your clit and Yuuta grinding himself against your pussy. After a few moments, he adjusts your legs, shuffles a little closer, and grinds himself right against your clit, a position that is incredibly good for the both of you. Your bodies lewdly rub against each other, pushing you both closer and closer to your peak.

"Just like that, Yuuta," you gasp, watching as his pussy rubs against yours, "Fuck,"

Yuuta's immensely satisfied to see you like this: squirming against the couch, eyes lidded and full of lust because of him. He didn't even think he could have this effect on you, especially due to his, well, lack of a certain body part. But it seems, to his relief, that it couldn't be further from the truth; because suddenly he's drenched as you cum, gushing from when your bodies are grinding against each other. Your voice warbles with a broken moan, and your chest heaves. What a pretty sight... Yuuta had no idea that when he was avoiding intimacy with you, that he was missing out on this. He suddenly feels entirely like an idiot.

"Was that good?" Yuuta asks between pants, his shoulders rising and falling dramatically with every breath. He's shy again when you meet his gaze, like your orgasm wasn't enough of an indication that you enjoyed it. Silly boy.

"Come 'ere," he pull him forward, letting him topple onto you. Immediately you wrap your legs around his torso, and kiss the doubt off his lips. "I should be asking you that, your first time and all."

You kiss at the blush on his cheeks and ask, "Was this okay for you?"

He nods, wordlessly dipping down low enough to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You shoot him a curious glance.

"I wanna make you do that again," he says before sucking at your chest.

"You really like making me go off?" You ask with a giggle. He nods without releasing your tit. "Then how about we try something else."

He releases your breast with a pop. "Hm?"

"Have you ever thought about using a strap-on?"

It seems Yuuta still has a lot to learn from you yet..

#writing tag #jjk x reader #yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #ill save the strap for next time... #im starting to think maybe he needs his own tag. squeal #ftm!yuuta

[astarion-approves]

Omg can you write a small little drabble about kissing/biting astarions ears? I am not immune to elfs 😭😭😭

Astarion x GN! Tav

Slightly NSFT - implied sex, ear kissing, ear biting, ear massage, first person POV. 600+ words

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The first thing I noticed about him were his ears.

Pointed and long, the smallest tint of red at the tips from the sunlight that bore down upon his back—

Your typical elf ears, belonging to a man with a dagger poised in my direction and a wicked smile across his lips. I held my hands up in defense, promising no ill will towards the man if he were to just lower the weapon.

We became quick allies, and even faster friends.

Astarion was the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, although he would certainly deny it if anyone were to say it. Each decision along the way only making our friendship grow fonder—

To the point where I felt I could finally acknowledge those adorable, unbelievably cute ears of his.

“Have you ever thought of piercing them?” I asked one night, reaching up to run my fingertip just along the side. My friend shivering in response and soon slapping my hand away.

“And risk scaring my beautiful ears? Not a chance!”

I let the subject drop, but kept stealing glances at his ears. So very cute… and so very kissable.

The first time we laid together, my hands found their way into his hair, pulling his lips onto my own and claiming those lips. My thumb and index finger coming together to gently rub up his ear and to the tip. He moaned into my mouth, tilting his head into my touch and silently telling me ‘more.’

I soon found myself touching them at any opportunity. Anytime we would kiss, anytime we would lie side by side and whispering our newfound infatuation to one another late into the night…

“You have quite the little obsession, don’t you?” Astation asked while we cuddled in his tent together. He was so firm yet comfortable in my arms, I let my lips graze against his ear as he arched his back into my chest. “Always touching my damn ears.. as if they’ll fall off my head one day.”

“We can never be too sure,” I replied. My breath cascading down his ear and his neck. I gave the tip a soft kiss, followed by an even softer bite. “I adore them.”

“And here I thought it was me that you adored. Of course, you were only after my ears,” Astarion teased. But he lowered his head back, his eyes closing as he sighed and gave no protest. My tongue traced over the edge of his ear, up to the point where I kissed him again, Astarion groaning in reply and taking my free hand to the front of his trousers.

He rolled over to kiss me, his hands sliding down my chest and pushing me into my back as he moved to straddle me. It was instinct now to bare my exposed neck to him, openly trusting him to feed from me without worry. As his teeth lowered to my neck, I gently caressed his ears, massaging them as he bit into my flesh…

We moaned together as my blood hit his tongue, his distraction prompting him to finally attempt kissing his ears as he fed from me. His reaction was perfect, his bite a little harder, his hands shaking as he held me, his hips twitching as he continued.

“I love you, Astarion,” I mumbled and kissed his ear once more, letting my eyes close as I gave into the warmth of his embrace.

In the morning he would laugh as how his ears must be black and purple from my bites and incessant kissing during our love making—

But then he hugged me when no one was looking, and whispered his own confession.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate #astarion bg3 #astarion x mc #astarion x reader #astarion x gn reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #first person pov #baldur's gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 astarion #astarion #baldurs gate fanficiton #astarion fanfiction #astarion fanfic #velvet writing

[ackermonie]

i think that as we grow up, there’s always this little child that still comes out to play once it feels safe enough to.

the more satoru makes you feel safe around him, the more this child comes out to play, and he cannot be happier. even though it could backfire on him in the sweetest, most frustrating ways possible.

it can either build up over the week or a single day of satoru not giving you the attention you’re used to from him. he’d notice you getting quieter, retreating from making the first moves. he’d say that it sometimes makes you feel insecure even, but he’s never done that on purpose.

if anything, him making it up to you afterward is usually rather enjoyable for him.

this time, he’s been busy for a few days, only able to throw in mid-day texts and good-night forehead kisses, so you begin to retreat back into your shell. you stop texting him back right away, no double texting when he gets too busy to reply, turning your head away when he tries to kiss you good night, until the weekend finally comes.

it was friday night. work in jujutsu high ends early and both you and the students get the luxury of a couple more hours of freedom, but gojo was nowhere to be found all morning.

your sour mood could be easily detected by the first-years, rendering them just a bit more careful with you for the day, which could be a reason why they were done with their training sessions a bit earlier than usual today.

back home, you convince yourself that you’re unbothered. you light up a few candles, slip in the bath, and pour your favorite shower gel all over, letting the warm water carry the tension off of your back for a bit.

"i don't care," you repeat like a mantra as you put on nice pjs. anything can be happening, right? you shouldn't be bothered this much when he doesn't prioritize you. you knew what you were signing up for when your heart started to beat a little differently around him.

he's gojo satoru, for heaven's sake. with a status and a name like his in such a world, you most definitely were never going to be a priority.

the sun sets and there is still no sign of satoru, so you grab yourself a snack to try to fill the emptiness he is leaving. it could be pms, or you’re just looking a bit too much into it, but your eyes start tearing up at some point. you throw yourself on the empty sofa with something playing on the tv to distract you, but that’s when you hear the click of the lock.

even though it’s still late, this is the earliest he’s been home all week.

"i'm hhooommmee," the sing-a-song tone rings in the house. despite the way your stomach crunches at the sound of his voice, a roll of your still-teary eyes is uncontrollable. you can hear him move in the house until he spots you, and his footsteps accelerate until he jumps over the back of the sofa to settle in his normal position by your side. an arm immediately pulls you to him. "there she is!!"

"mmm," your smile is tight-lipped and barely reaches your eyes. you keep your attention on the tv, suddenly seeming to be much more interesting than your boyfriend.

now, satoru knew this is happening, and the man never shows up to a fight unprepared.

“what are you watching?” the lights turn off without either of you moving a muscle, leaving the light from the tv as your only guide into the darkness. he takes off his glasses, focusing on the tv for a few seconds. “new girl? again? what are we? 20?”

“i don’t have anything else to offer, i’m afraid.”

his head dips to your neck. the tall man takes some rather big, dramatic whiffs as he squeezes you even closer, pulling yet another eye roll out of you.

however, those eye-rolls seem to always come as a package deal with something twisting girlishly in your stomach.

“you smell so nice, baby, what the hell.” you feel his nose press against your neck almost obnoxiously.

“mhmm,” you let out, trying to pull away just a bit until he straightens again, a bright smirk on his very, very kissable lips.

“you took a bath without me?”

“that’s what one does when they get back from work to find the house empty again, yes.”

“did you eat?”

you say nothing, but your grumpy gaze snaps to his, and you wish you can just slap that victorious smile off of his face. “no.”

“i figured,” his hands slip to your waist, and in one swift move, you are facing him on his lap, knees on each side of his hips. “so, an early day at work, no food, and no boyfriend? you must’ve had the worst day ever.”

you’re not aware of the way your lips pout grumpily. you just frown at him and cross your arms over your chest with a roll of your eyes. “it went fine.”

“did it, now?”

“yes. very.”

“what’s this pout for, then?”

you glare at him. intensely, ardently, you just stare daggers into his head, and the man has the audacity to giggle at your reaction. his hands slip to cup your cheeks before he squeezes them together, making your lips pucker grumpily, then he kisses the pout away in a very obnoxious, loud, messy manner.

“you missed me, didn’t you?” he rocks your face gently, using a baby voice that makes you slap his hands away immediately.

“no.”

"oh you so did. you so did." he only stops rocking your face when you slap his hand away, a gesture at which he giggles lovingly. "I missed you too." he wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his head back against the couch so he can look up at you. "very much so."

"ah yes, yes, of course," you cage his head to the couch, frowning down at him. "what else? you didn't mean to act like you forgot I existed all week?"

"oh, how could i?" he tilts his head to the side. the blissful look on his face as he looks up at you, soft ocean-colored eyes and all, is putting you in a very weak position in this argument. "I can deadass write a 100k word essay about every thought I've had about you this past week alone."

you try to get off his lap, but steel grips are on your waist, pulling you flush back to him. his hand slips under your shirt, the cold skin sending shivers down your back.

"come on, baby. you know i'm sorry." his tone turns a bit serious, and your grumpiness begins to subside. "with yuji and sukuna's fingers, I can barely have enough time to even piss." he reaches up and brushes a strand of your hair out of your face. "i'd rather drop dead than forget you existed."

"ugh," you roll your eyes, turning your head away only to have it adjusted back by a gentle hand to gaze down at him.

"i missed you so much, baby," he leans closer, eyes turning softer by the second as he brings you in by your cheek, one that's literally burning under his touch. after all those years of being together, gojo satoru is still very capable of turning you into putty in his hands.

"i think i missed you more," you mumble, eyes planted droopily on his lips in the dark room. newgirl is still playing in the background. your body relaxes into his, and arms wrap lovingly around his neck. "I was literally about to start crying right before you stepped through that door."

he kisses you briefly, but it's interrupted by a fit of endeared chuckles. "oh no, baby," he holds your face in his hands as he laughs, and you try to push at his chest to get away to no avail. "I'm so sorry," he continues on shamelessly, making you lean your forehead on his. "I promise I'm gonna try to do better."

"shut up," you hit his chest. "don't do that. work is still important. that was selfish of me."

"never more important than you are," he swipes your hair from your face again, pushing it behind your shoulder. "besides, I already did what I wanted to do with the fingers in my possession. so until further notice, I'm all yours."

you lean down, giving him a proper kiss this time, one in which you both sigh in relief. god, you missed the way he tastes.

"good. we have a lot of rotting in bed to catch up on."

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more?

#ackermonie writes #oh man i love him so much #its delulu hours #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk #gojo satoru x reader #go #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #teeth rotting fluff #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #jjk imagines #gojo x y/n #gojo drabbles

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

  Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: None (Yet) in chapters to come there will be smut (and lots of it) and possible violence/blood/gore

 Chapter Word Count: 1762

—-MDNI—-

A/N: My first Supernatural fic so I hope it doesn’t suck ass. Only proof read by myself, so pls let me know of any errors so I can correct! Also I know at this point in the series Dean is more serious, however I love pre-Hell Dean so imma bring some of those vibes in here. This is also posted on my AO3.

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I'm Not Your F*cking Maid

Please read Prologue before starting.

Chapter 1

I sat in the window booth at the typical sleepy diner, tapping my fingers on the sticky wooden table and checking the time on my phone every minute. She was late. She was never late. And now I’m getting worried. I’m sure she’s fine, I had convinced myself as I reached for my backpack and pulled out an old tome on burial rights over various different cultures. I might as well read to distract myself whilst I wait for her to arrive. I try to relax into the monotone ambience of the room, and just as I get settled into the scrawling text on the ancient pages, a growling engine pulling up outside draws my gaze away from the long paragraph on ‘Cremation’. I return my attention back to the book after a second as the engine ticks over outside for a few more beats before being turned off. The waitress returns to my table to collect the empty beer bottle I’d drained when I first arrived; she smiled and asked if she could get me anything.

“Just another one of those please,” I smiled back, hearing the bell ring as the front door opened and my gaze jumped from the waitress to Charlie as she came skipping towards where I was sitting, sliding into the booth opposite me.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I’m late, I had an errand to run and it took waaaayyy longer than expected.”

“It’s ok, I was starting to get a little worried so I’m just glad you’re alright….” I felt my voice trail off as I felt the booth cushion dip as someone sat next to me. I whipped my head around and came nose-to-nose with a man I’d never met before; with the most enticing green eyes I’d ever gazed into and annoyingly kissable lips pulling into a devilish smirk. Just as those lips parted to speak, I blurted out without thinking:

“Who the fuck are you?”

He blinked in slight shock, and paused like he was rethinking what he was going to say. He opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted a second time.

“Dean, don’t sit so close,” another man, who I didn’t even realise was there, had sat down next to Charlie. He was taller, with impressive hair and softer features than this Dean guy, who was practically sitting in my lap and eyeing me up and down. Dean gave this other man a look as if to say ‘shut up’, before turning to me once more, devilish grin back in place. He opened his mouth to speak a third time right as the waitress returned with my beer.

“Here you are,” she said sweetly, not knowing she was interrupting as Dean threw his hands up in defeat at not being able to get a word in, slumping back in the chair. The waitress put the bottle down in front of me.

“Can I get anything for your friends?” She looked around the table and before either of the men could answer, Charlie jumped in;

“Three very strong coffees please.”

Dean huffed, “Oh so I can’t even order a beer?”

“You two boys have been living on pizza and beer for God knows how long. At least drink something that contains some water,” Charlie quipped, looking at them both like they were naughty children. She sighed when she realised they looked slightly ashamed of themselves. “Anyway, (Y/n), this is Sam and Dean. I know you’ve been looking for work and these two might be able to help. They’re good friends of mine and they’re-“

“Hunters,” I interrupted, feeling my blood start to run cold, “yeah I know who they are. Winchesters,” the name felt bitter on my tongue, like poison.

They must have noticed the change of tone in my voice because the table went quiet, even the mischievous glint seemed to have gone from Deans gaze as he looked at me with intrigue. Annoyed at myself for not realising who they were sooner, I grabbed my backpack and unzipped it, packing away my book. I stood up and glared down at Dean, about to bark at him to move when Charlie grabbed my wrist.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong? What are you doing? Please don’t go, we…they could really use your help right now.”

“And why should I? They’re the reason I’m struggling in the first place,” I paused, staring down at the two men who now had dark, ashamed expressions cloaking their features, almost like this wasn’t the first time they’d heard this side of the story where they weren’t always the hero’s. “They’re the reason my family is dead, and I’m all alone.” More silence hung over the booth like a dark cloud. It was Sam who spoke up after a minute or so, genuine sorrow in his eyes.

“(Y/n) I’m so, so sorry. Who-”

“Bobby Singer.”

The Winchester brothers shot each other a stunned look.

“B-Bobby?” Sam stuttered whilst Deans eyes widened. He looked like he’d taken a blow to the chest and had the air knocked from his lungs, “We didn’t know he had any living relatives…”

“He was my uncle,” Deans jaw clenched, “And you guys didn’t know because he knew I’d end up being used against him. I collected books for him to help you guys on all your bullshit missions, so haven’t I already helped you enough? Don’t you owe me some peace?” I threw my bag on the floor and picked up my beer, taking several gulps before slamming it back onto the table before continuing, the words just spilling out. “He was my only living relative for as long as I can remember. So fuck you guys for taking him away from me.”

“We loved Bobby,” Dean spoke suddenly in a grave tone and his gaze went dark as he stood up to face me. His tall form with strong, broad shoulders loomed over my much smaller stature, one of his fingers jabbing into my chest.

“Dean-” Sam started but was silenced by a wave of Deans other hand.

“You can get down off your high fucking horse if you think that you’re the only family that he had. You weren’t. He raised us more than our own father did, and I’ll be damned if I don’t think about him every day and wish he was here. You’re not the only one grieving him so stop acting like a precious little bitch and grow up,” Deans voice grew louder and more pissed as he spoke, and with every word he spoke he got closer and closer until he was right in my face, our noses almost touching. My heart rate was starting to pick up and I could feel the anger start to boil in my veins. Without missing a beat I threw my fist out and punched him in the face, making him stumble out of the booth and into the aisle in the diner. I heard gasps around me but didn’t look up. When the anger in my veins didn’t fade with the single punch, I didn’t give him a chance to gain his composure as I tackled him, making him fall on his back as I straddled him, my knees gripping his hips as I began punching him again and again right in that stupid face of his. Charlie and Sam seemed to sit there in disbelief for a few seconds before springing into action and lifting me off the older Winchester brother. Sam held me back gently but firmly as Charlie helped Dean to his feet, handing him a napkin from the table for the blood pouring from his nose and lip.

“You crazy bitch!” Dean spat.

“Fuck you!” I tried to break free so I could slap him but Sam held me tight.

The whole diner had gone silent as they watched me lose my shit, some amused but most were horrified. It took a few more moments of silence before they all went back to what they were doing and Sam let go of me, watching me like I was a time bomb. I heard Charlie giggle quietly.

“Holy crap (Y/n) I had no idea you had that in you. I’m actually a little impressed, you were always so quiet.”

“What can I say,” I turned to glare at Dean “I learnt from the best,” as I turned away I heard him mutter under his breath.

“Yeah you aren’t the only one.”

For a second time I saw red, and before Sam could grab me I spun on my heel and threw my fist out. CRACK.

*

The car doors slammed closed next to me after I was crammed into the back of Deans car. It wouldn’t have been that bad - the seats were oh so plush - if it wasn’t for the handcuffs tight round my wrists and duct tape across my lips. Oh, and that my thigh was rubbing up against the man that I had just assaulted. Dean was in the same situation with the handcuffs and the tape, his long legs having to spread wide so he can fit in the back of his own car. I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face as I watched Sam and Charlie apologising to the diner staff through the front window. I was trying to find any sort of distraction right now, as Deans body temperature was hot and I could feel it through both his jeans and mine as he pressed into me. He was starting to make me sweat a little. Luckily it wasn’t long before Charlie and Sam hopped into the car, Sam in the drivers seat. They both turned to face us, smiles of bewilderment on their faces as if they were still processing what had just happened. Sam spoke first.

“(Y/n) is now officially barred from that diner, and honestly they wanted to call the cops. Charlie managed to save your ass as she still had her FBI badge on her,” he shot her a look and she grinned.

“So because now, you technically owe me a debt of gratitude, you will be staying in the bunker with the boys and helping them with their research.” She chimed, like she had won a game. In the end they got what they wanted.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Of course. I heard Dean huff next to me, and he sounded just as displeased as I did. To be honest at this point, that’s fair.

Although he had it coming.

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Up Next

Chapter 2

#dean x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean x you #dean x y/n #dean x female!reader

[hee0soo]

VampireAU-Teaser

PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

GENRE — vampire au, witch au, fem!reader, vampire!hongjoong

WARNINGS — none yet

WORD COUNT — 31k, finished and posted

Release — June

“Soo, little witch, anything planned for later?” Grabbing a dagger laying around he started to play with it only to sit down in the seating area close to the window, watching you flit around the shop.

“You mean besides going home and cooking for the two hungry boys waiting at home? No! And get your feet of my table Kim Hongjoong!”

Sensing the pointed look you gave him he put his feet back on the ground.

“Tell them to cook for themselves for once!”

“What and have the fire department over again when I get home? No thank you!” If there was one thing you didn´t want was Wooyoung and san cooking together. On their own? Yes. But together no!

The fact that you had to extinguish more than one fire because the two had gotten distracted in each other was more than enough to make your skin crawl!

“Then tell them to order in but Seonghwa told me to haul your cute little witch butt to our place after you close. He wants an excuse to cook I guess!”

“Kim Hongjoong…”

“Little Witch…”

“You would make Hwa really happy if you came over.” Hongjoong tried to talk you into agreeing, tone casual but his eyes were attentive.

“Just Seonghwa huh?” you joked.

The vampire jumped at the teasing tilt of your head, hoping that you didn´t misunderstand him in any way, shape or form.

He liked you, the banter you two had and the way you didn´t seem intimidated by him in the slightest! It wasn´t something he encountered often. Not just that humans would try to stay away from him as far as they could when they saw his fangs, but also most supernatural beings did that too!

To say he was living a lonely life until he met Seonghwa was an understatement!

And it made him happy that you and your coven mates didn´t seem to have the same suspicion everyone else seemed to have!

“That´s not what i-“ he gaped, fangs getting caught on his lower lip.

“Calm down Kim Hongjoong, I know what you meant.”

Eyeing the sharp tooth curiously, you looked at his mouth, head still tilted to the side. You didn´t want to admit it but his lips looked very kissable in that moment. Not that they didn´t all the time but something about his fang made it even worse!

“Yah! Why are you staring like that? Just say that you´ll come with me later!”

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[star1117-archives]

angel yn/demon!san smut genre + san (obviously hihihi) + selfish desire!

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

➵ Pairing : San x Fem!Reader

➵ Genre : Smut, Fantasy Au

➵ W.C : 2834

➵ Warnings : Multiple references to religious topics, Angel!Reader, Demon!San, Corruption, Virgin!Reader, Heavy mentions of sin, Insinuated sinful event, Corruption kink, Groping, Restraining, Physical depiction of corruption, Messy sex, Marking.

➵ A/N : Under 15’s DNI. This fic has a lot of references to God and reader questioning what is true evil and other sensitive topics. Please DNI if that will make you uncomfortable. Not a fan of this one, sorry…

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

San was a headache. A handsome one, but nevertheless a headache.

He never did anything to your assignment, to be fair to him. His mere presence however always brought chaos with it, inevitably messing up every single opportunity you had to set your human on the right path. She was one of your hardest yet, a good person at heart but easily influenced by her surroundings. And San distracting you with petty disagreements was definitely not helpful.

You sighed as you sat atop a nearby building, watching with little interest as your human went about her daily life. This was much more preferred to any excitement however, a boring day was a good day. This good day would soon take a turn for the worst however, more than you could have ever anticipated. You knew trouble was brewing however when you smelt the (sadly) familiar scent of sulphur.

“Just when I thought I’d get a break from you.”

You heard a scoff from behind you, yet you didn’t bother to turn as you heard footsteps approach you. San didn’t get a single glance from you until he plopped down right next to you, his voice coarse as if he’d just awoken.

“No need to be mean… That’s supposed to be my thing, sweetheart.”

Despite the warm feeling that spread within you at the pet name San had forced upon you since your first encounter, you glared at him harshly.

“Leave, she’s having a good day today. The last thing I need is for you to mess everything up. Again.”

Pouting at you, San rested his head on his hand, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“You don’t wanna spend time with little old me?”

You couldn’t help the smile that tweaked the corners of your lips slightly, only just noticeable. San internally celebrated, proud he’d gotten a reaction out of you. Not the biggest, but still a reaction. But a second later it was gone, replaced with the ‘neutral frown of discontent’ as San liked to call it.

“No I don’t. Now stop distracting me, little demon.”

San quirked an eyebrow at this, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips.

“Ain’t nothin’ small about me, I can promise you that.”

Your eyes widened and you turned away with an embarrassed cough, jaw clenched in agitation when you heard San’s infectious laugh. His hand fell onto your shoulder and a fire tore through your body from the touch, as if something was very wrong. But also very right.

Think calm thoughts, think peaceful thoughts, think angelic thoughts.

The familiar mantra circled in your head as you closed your eyes, fighting off the sinful thoughts San was stirring up in your mind. It was what a demon’s touch did to an Angel, and if left for too long, he could corrupt you too. San however, had no knowledge of this fact. It was a well-kept secret, all the angels fearful of just what could happen if such information got into the wrong hands. The wrong fiery hands.

Just before the thoughts overwhelmed you, you swatted San’s hand away, standing up on the ledge you’d previously been sitting on and pacing a few steps away. A look of confusion and almost… hurt played across the young demon’s face, and it made something inside you twist with guilt. Why did an evil thing like him have such sad eyes? Such kissable lips? Such a beautiful body?

Crap, he’d gotten into your head again.

Holding your hand up, a small stream of light began to pool in your hand, your expression cold as San also stood up. He backed away with his hands up, not calling upon hellfire despite the imminent threat collecting between your fingertips.

“Leave. Now, you filthy hellspawn.”

San’s brows furrowed at your words, confused by your sudden hostility.

“Y/N I-”

“Leave!”

San quickly jumped out of the way when you shot the ball of light at his feet, the warning shot clearly the first and the last. Although he felt some unknown emotion gnawing at his insides, San simply laughed it off, pointing to the street below. You let out a gasp and dashed across the ledge when you saw your assignment down a back alley, tainting her aura once again. The already dim light was now hardly visible, her sins nearly outweighing her good deeds. You could hardly hear San as he called after you, his tone mocking.

“It seems you have more important business to deal with anyways, featherbrain. Have fun trying to save that human of yours, she’ll be damned by the end of the day at this rate.”

And with that, you parted ways. Despite this, it was inevitable the two of you would cross paths again, and the cycle would restart.

“Y/F/N, you are a disgrace.”

Your head hung low as the guardian angel in charge of you berated you, their tone harsh.

“I don’t know what’s going on in your head these days, your assignment was finally on the holy path! It’s like you take two steps forward and five steps back!”

Tears stung the corners of your eyes, lips pursed as you stayed silent. This only angered them however, an audible scoff leaving them.

“And you aren’t even apologising, such insolence.”

You looked up for a second before dropping to your knees, hands clasped together.

“Oh powerful guardian, I have a reason! There’s a de-”

“Enough excuses, save your words for something actually useful.”

Even when they turned away from you, your position didn’t change. The guardian Angel spread their wings, sending you one last glance as they spoke.

“Go watch your human, Y/N. Make sure they’re able to get through the night without a first-class ticket to hell, if that woman is even salvageable at this point. I want a full report in the morning, then I’ll decide what to do with you.”

Standing, you followed suit and spread your own wings.

“As you wish.”

It was the dead of the night, and your human was sleeping peacefully. You sat on the roof of the neighbouring house, perched carefully on the edge as you watched the slow rise and fall of her chest through the window. She had a tiring day, who could blame her for being knocked out cold?

It seemed like the universe was out to get you however, as cold soon became hot. The sweet smell of jasmine became the dreaded smell of fire. Just when you thought your day couldn’t get any worse, he appeared once again, waltzing over as if he was king of the world.

“Sweetheart! How are you doing on this fine evening?”

You gave San a hostile glare, fists balled when he sat down once again. This time however, he was considerably further away from you. Well, they may not have morals, but at least demons can take a hint.

“I have to watch her all night because of you and your shi-“

You paused for a second, eyes widened as you cupped a hand to your mouth. Did you.. did you nearly just swear?! San picked up on this too, his eyes widening as he smirked victoriously.

“My my, such a pretty angel shouldn’t have such a filthy mouth..”

You huffed and looked up at the sky, tracing all the constellations in your mind to try and distract yourself from the way your cheeks warmed. At the very least, you had been gifted with a clear sky tonight. Nothing would be hidden.

“San, I am begging you. Please don’t make my job harder than it has to be!”

There was almost a whine in your tone as you gave him an exasperated look, body slumped with exhaustion. The demon pitied you, yet he had his own duties to attend to.

“Wish I could Sweetheart, but y’know the expression. The dead of night is the devil’s playground. I have mischief to make.”

You ruffled your hair before putting your face in your hands, taking a deep breath before pulling away.

“Can you not make mischief anywhere else?! Must you plague me and my human?!”

San shook his head with a small smile, inching closer yet still at a safe distance from you.

“Sorry, you’re just fun to annoy. Plus, your human is asleep. Relax a little, nothing bad’s gonna happen to her.”

When San said this, you gulped quietly to yourself. It wasn’t only your human you were worried for, San had started to get to you too. Just the mere sight of him, sprawled out comfortably in the moonlight, it brought thoughts to your mind. Thoughts that you had fought diligently to suppress earlier on today. The only difference was, San’s touch was no where to be found. You had no excuse to blame it on. Was it even San’s doing to begin with? Or did he simply bring thoughts that were already there to the surface?

“Desire.”

You snapped out of your daze, looking at San with a confused and slightly frightened expression.

“…What?”

“Desire. It’s selfish, it’s sinful, but it’s present within all of us.”

You shook your head at this, brow furrowed.

“I hope you’re not including us angels in this hairbrained theory of yours.”

When San edged closer for the second time, closing the gap between you, your heart began to pound in your chest. It felt wrong, but it felt right. Everything about San felt wrong yet right. Despite this inner turmoil however, you didn’t pull back as you usually would when San leaned closer.

“Why not? Lucifer was an angel. One of the most powerful, most revered.”

His hand came up higher as he spoke, his fingertips toying with the ends of your hair.

“You may deny it now Y/N, but you and I aren’t as different as you pretend to believe. Deep down, you know we’re two sides of the same coin.”

You shook your head meekly at his words, a soft ‘no’ falling from your lips. San was inches from them, but you still hadn’t pulled away.

“All you have to do is give in. Give in to that selfish desire. The heart wants what it wants Sweetheart, and it will always outfox your brain. Y’know why?”

When his breath tickled your ear you shivered, a warmth radiated on your skin that you’d never felt before. San’s lips grazed your lobe as he whispered into it, sending sparks all over your body. Sparks, that could light an uncontrollable fire if left untreated. But it was far too late to consider this.

“Because the brain tricks itself into thinking its delusions are reality. That the truth is what it wants it to be. But let me enlighten you, my sweet angel.”

And with that, San’s lips crashed onto yours. An unbearable pain tore through your body but you didn’t acknowledge it, melting into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around San’s neck. It was as if he’d lit a fire inside your brain, burning away all the lies until all that was left was the truth. San’s truth. You had succumbed to the demon’s kiss, and now he had claimed you. He had succeeded in ripping you from heaven, into his arms. His year-long assignment, finally completed.

He had corrupted an angel. His angel, that he had come to love.

When you pulled back for air, your pupils were fully dilated, a dazed grin on your face as you stared at San with nothing but lust. Your irises had lost their colour, replaced with a blood red as San carefully laid you down against the roof. Now, there was nothing in your head except the overwhelming need to have San. Make him yours.

Selfish desire.

“Take me, San.”

San’s eyes gleamed at your words, and he eagerly began to remove your clothes, not questioning you for one second. Your holy garments, blessed and clean, were now left in tatters on the dirty rooftop as San hovered atop you. He’d slipped his shirt off, his mesmerising chest and torso now on full display. His form-fitting, borderline skimpy, outfit hadn’t left much to the imagination, but fuck he looked better than you’d thought he would. You couldn’t help but run your hands over his broad shoulders, the feeling of his muscles flexing against your hands a heavenly feeling.

San tried to quell his thirst for you as your hands slowly travelled over him, knowing this must all be very new for you. Most likely, you had never seen another’s body, modesty of the upmost importance in that castle in the sky. They didn’t let you live, be free. When your hands fell to the waistband of his pants however, San’s feelings got the better of him. Grabbing you by the wrists, San pinned your arms above your head with one hand as he stripped his lower half too. You watched him with a hungry gaze, mouth drying in anticipation when all of his clothes were finally gone. It was only then San hesitated, his grip loosening as he bit the inside of his cheek before speaking up.

“If we do this, you won’t ever be able to return to heaven. You’ll be going down under, for all eternity.”

You only giggled at his words however, staring at him with a lovestruck smirk. Your hands easily broke free from his loose grip, your hands coming up to cup his face.

“I don’t think heaven’s for me anyways, damnation seems so much more fun.”

San smirked back at you upon hearing your words, leaning down to pepper your face and chest with kisses before lining up with your entrance.

“Trust me, you don’t know the half of it, Sweetheart.”

And then suddenly, he was inside you. Your skin glowed as San began to thrust, a fire now overtaking your body. With each moan, each kiss, each clench, everything heavenly about you slowly disappeared. Your once white wings became blackened and ragged, some of the feathers falling away. A weird sensation made your forehead tingle, as if something had grown there. But all of this completely went over your head, the only thing you were focusing on was San. It was as if he’d set every nerve in your body on fire, and fuck it felt good.

“Shit- San! S’good baby!”

San let out a breathy moan when he heard such a filthy word fall from an angel’s lips. It made pride swell within his chest, his movements only becoming faster. He wanted to hear more, see you writhe with pleasure underneath him.

“Yeah? Feels good? You- fuck- you like it?”

You nodded quickly in response, pulling San closer so you could nip at his neck. He eagerly returned the favour, sucking purple marks onto your soft skin. It wasn’t long before San’s hips began to stutter, his thrusts becoming messy as you curled your legs around his midriff. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, your nails beginning to dig into the skin of his back.

“Sannie.. I f-feel weird..”

San let out a breathy chuckle, his hips speeding up before he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Just w-wait Angel, I’m nearly there. Hold it, Hm?”

You nodded, clenching as you whimpered with every thrust. He shushed you quietly, the sound soon filtering into small grunts and pants. His face screwed up as he neared his high, so close he could practically hold it. His jaw was clenched and his fists balled. Fuck, here it was.

“Go on.. c-come for me.”

Almost on cue, your eyes rolled back, body quivering as your first orgasm washed over you. It brought a tingling sensation all over your skin, almost as if it had solidified your choice. Mere seconds later you felt the peculiar sensation of San spilling into you, his mouth agape in silent satisfaction as his orgasm rolled over him. Eventually his hips came to a still, and he stayed above you for a second, catching his breath before pulling himself out and falling to your side, tugging you into his chest. He held you quietly, the silence nothing but comforting as you lay entangled together. When San’s breathing returned to its normal rate, he brushed a hair out of your eyes as he smiled at you warmly.

“Y’know.. you might not be an angel anymore, but you’ll always be my angel.”

You chuckled quietly before pressing a kiss to his collarbone, pulling away once again so you could admire him. His sweat made him almost glow in the moonlight, such a hellish being looking ethereal, heavenly. It didn’t make sense that everything was so similar, yet so different. It felt as if your entire existence had been a lie, because how can a man this perfect not be handcrafted by God himself? How could someone with such a sweet smile be evil? What is it to be evil?

“So..What happens now?”

San gave you a halfhearted chuckle, pushing a hair out of your face.

“To put it shortly… eternal damnation, Sweetheart.”

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[theluckywizard]

WIP Whenever

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I am still on my distraction fic goofiness! Basically Leandra Hawke and her old friend Alsatia Trevelyan conspire to set up their incorrigible children Garrett and Rose (my blorbos from my long fic In the Shattering of Things) during DA:2, Act 2. Neither of them want to get hitched. And naturally shenanigans ensue. 💗💗💗

Rose is ejected from the dance floor, glowing and breathless, her Satinalia crown crooked. She raises her and in a goofy wave, takes another sloppy draw on her tankard of cider and sets it down on the table with a slosh before twirling on a foot to return to the chaos. From where he sits nursing his own ale, Hawke admires the lifetime of spirit unleashed in the absence of hedgerows and marble walls and the scrutiny of her parents. She’s a lively, competent dancer, bobbing and weaving, her braid swinging around as she links elbows with perfect strangers. He knows it’s probably nearing time to shepherd her back to Hightown and the safety of her guest room at the estate, but he’s loath to squash her enjoyment.

She stumbles out of the weave of dancers again, this time before him.

“I’ve half a mind to make an utter fool of myself,” she says with a rapturous smile, tumbling into his lap and cupping one of his cheeks with a grog-emboldened hand. He reaches up to push a strand of her hair off her damp freckled forehead, noting the intensity of the Sip-Sip on her breath and then curses his blazing friends. “Maybe three quarters a fool,” she adds.

“Lucky for you, I’m sober enough to stop you,” he says, perfectly serious and yet smiling helplessly. “You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“I— don’t think I will,” she says, and closes the gap between them for a kiss. A jolt of panic streaks through him, and then the softness of her lips against his silences it, a quiet thrill slipping in its stead. Rose pulls back an inch. “You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth,” she says.

He isn’t sure how to stop her without crushing the fragile bloom of attraction between them, but he has to try. Picking up her hand, he presses his lips to it before she can kiss him again.

“Lady Rose,” he says softly. “If you still want to kiss me when you’ve returned to your right mind tomorrow, we can continue this then. But Maker knows how much you’ve had to drink, and I still need to get you home in one piece.”

“How do I know you aren’t just pulling my chain?”

“Trust me, if you could walk in a perfectly straight line and spell your name backward—“

“N-A-Y-L-E-V-E-R-T—”

He smushes a finger against her lips, grinning stupidly at this scamp of a woman.

“You’ve been practicing that for this very moment haven’t you? There’s still the matter of the line.”

She rises, wobbling slightly and then scrunching her brow in concentration takes several cautious steps in a line that drifts slightly to the left. She turns back to him and takes a bow.

Fuck. She’s adorable.

“Well if you’re not going to— mind if I?” asks Isabela from somewhere behind him. His scold is instantaneous.

“Not a lick of shame in you, is there?” says Hawke, not the least bit surprised.

“None whatsoever,” she says walking past Hawke and stroking a finger down Rose’s arm. “She passed your bloody test.”

"I did," declares Rose, crossing her arms.

“You went left," points out Hawke.

“Barely,” she says. Hawke takes that as his cue to deliver Rose back to the safety of her guest room where she won’t be bothered by his handsy pals and can sleep off the shitty booze in peace. Tagging with no pressure @delicatefade, @bluewren, @rowanisawriter, @breninarthur, @greypetrel, @crackinglamb, @kiastirling AND YOU

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[mpregstory]

HORNY BOY

(part one)

You can hardly breathe and lie in bed almost naked. Your panties tighten under the belly and you can feel how full your bulge is. His hand is on your neck and he's kissing your chest. You met Robin at your graduation months ago. You can only remember a few moments from back then. You had sex while completely drunk. You can't remember how it was and what exactly you did, but he got you pregnant and after months of writing you met again for the first time. He comes into the room a bit wet from the shower water, only with a towel around his pelvis and reaches for a cigarette. He then turns away from you, bares his lower body in front of you and pulls on a pair of tight-fitting shorts. You feel his calming aura and he turns to you and looks at you with those ocean blue eyes.

„God I get so horny when I see you like this. You look so hot“, he says.

Robin pulls the curtain aside and you can see the sunlight show off his defined body. He opens the balcony door and lights his cigarette, but stays in the room. You The light also reaches your body and you feel the warm sun on your round and full stomach. You can see his cock erect a bit and you dare to slip your right hand into your underwear and then rub your stomach. Robin sees this and leans slightly against the door so that you can covet his kissable neck. He moans a little and then breaks his cigarette off and walks towards you. You take another deep breath and stop when you feel his warm, veined hand on your abdomen and after he slowly climbs onto you, he finishes his sentence, "…but it makes me more horny when I imagine you being submissive to me. Does this make you uncomfortable?“

You feel the urge that Robin can do whatever he wants with you, because you realize that you are totally in love with his character, but also with his body. You break the waiting silence and reply, "I'm into it. Am I a good boy, daddy?”

"I do not know that yet. You make daddy quite embarrassed, greedy and hard.” His whole body screams at you and you also feel that you’re get a boner while starring in his eyes. He grabs your neck and then kisses your left nipple and as he kisses you feel some milk escaping. Robin is surprised at first, but seeing that your nipples are leaking is just his confirmation of how much you like him.

He runs his thumb over his lips and then kisses you intensely on your mouth - his upper body pressing a little on your stomach. You notice how his breath smells like cigarettes, but it doesn't bother you because you smoked before you became pregnant.

"You're not making it easy for Daddy. I think we'll have to wait a little longer and I'll have to come up with a punishment for you. We'll make out when I say so,” he whispers very dominantly in your right ear. Robin detaches from your greedy body and grabs his jeans, which are hanging over your desk chair. He waves at her a bit and gradually loosens the belt from her. Then he comes towards you again, climbs a bit on you again and snakes him under your chest. Whatever he's up to makes you very horny and as he threads the belt between your breasts and baby bump you know what his intention is.

Tighter and tighter he pulls it together and you feel how the leather forms on your body. The belt is difficult to fasten and when Robin does so, your breasts are a little tense. They're under a lot of pressure and when the milk can't stay in them anymore while you start moaning with pleasure. He lowers his body slightly on top of you so that his stomach presses on yours. It's hard for you to breathe, but you like what he's doing. Then Robin looks a little surprised and he says, "Baby, I think I can feel the baby kicking". His astonishment changes to a smile you've never seen before. That pride in his eyes. That he was the one to get you pregnant and very soon to share this love with your baby. He doesn't get too distracted though and starts kissing your neck again. "Now let's make out". Robin unbuckles the belt and it pops open a little as you take a deep breath of release. While he kisses you intensely he caresses your stomach. That makes you extra horny. Then you feel his boner as he presses against you. You too get hard again and then Robin slips his hand into your pants to give you a handjob. His magical eyes look at you. "You like that?" he asks you. He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows how to touch you. He knows what turns you on. You answer with a simple nod and he puts his hand on your neck to choke you a bit. It's just tight enough for you to breathe easily, but you can feel your heart beating faster with excitement. Then he takes his stiff cock out of his pants and slowly and intensively inserts it into you. You can't keep still and groan loudly. You grab his shoulder and claw at it as his cock slowly bumps into your cervix. Immediately, Robin steps back a little so as not to hurt you, but then starts fucking you at a steady pace. As he pulls his cock back and forth, he simultaneously massages your enormous belly with very deep strokes, so that these spots push in slightly. The movements make you aroused, but you also feel something moving in your stomach. It is the baby who, through targeted movements, turns his head downwards. You feel the baby's head in your pelvis but you're far too distracted by the good sex you're getting.

Robin makes fast game. He has to go grocery shopping for you right away, because you can't do it without pain with your heavy and immobile stomach. He leaves it at gagging, massaging your stomach and gradually comes to the climax. You feel his juice rush into you and moan loudly. Shortly thereafter he covers your mouth dominantly and you try to pull yourself together. Then he sits down on you, presses his body onto yours and kisses you intensely before he leaves the bed and gets dressed. With the baby bump in the way, you also try to leave your bed to clean everything and go to the bathroom. You hear an "I love you" from afar and the front door slam. Robin just left your apartment. It will be a while before he's back. Back to life and back to the painful Braxton hicks that plague you. You walk in the direction of the bathroom with a proper swing of your hips and stop at the doorstep where you support yourself and try to stabilize your stomach. Sex at this stage is particularly cool but also exhausting. You let the Braxton Hicks pull over your body and breathe out deeply. Then you enter the bathroom and sit down to use the toilet. Getting the pants off is never the problem, but you have trouble pulling them back into place after a good five minute rest. As you get up you can feel the amniotic fluid in you moving. You let your stomach down on the cold counter while washing your hands and feel the pressure building up in your stomach. You will also notice that your stomach is getting harder. You feel the next braxton hick coming and convulse. You spread your legs slightly and support yourself with your hands on the counter. The braxton hicks have never been so strong. Could it be labor pains?

You've been panicking for weeks, so you stay calm and wait for the contractions to subside, then head into the living room to sit down in front of the TV. Exhausted and a little tired, you fall asleep in the first twenty minutes of your favorite series.

You wake up in amazement from your deep sleep because you feel something wet on you. You suspect the worst, but it's only Robin, who has just come from shopping and is just thoughtfully putting oil on your stomach. Your gaze goes straight to the clock and you realize that you had two whole hours of sleep. A nice break before Daddy spoils you again.

This is just chapter one so keep up on my blog the next weeks when chapter two releases :3

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Oral Fixation

Poe Dameron X Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: A little bit of innuendo? (TYPOS I am sure.)

A/N: This is for @littleferal 's Writers' Iron Chef! - Only 30 mins writing time! (No. 2 Prompt An overwhelming desire to kiss that is not, or cannot, be acted on) This was sooooo difficult, brain not playing ball at all today! But I have words! No Y/N. Reader's gender is never stated.

Summary: You're trying to pay attention during a briefing, but Poe is being a more than a little distracting.

Word Count: 707

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If Poe Dameron could take that god forsaken stylus out of his mouth, that be just… great. 

What did he even need it for anyway? He hadn’t even touched his datapad in the last ten or so minutes, hadn’t even taken any notes. Just stared intently as Cray gave a run down of the current supplies, his brown eyes fixed on their every movement as if he was scorching their words into his brain. 

He chewed on the stylus constantly, occasionally readjusting it in his mouth and brushing his plump kissable lips against his teeth and if-

You had to stop staring. 

You had to. 

Absolutely nothing in the briefing had gone in. There was not a single scrap of information you would be able to recall even under torture. Though perhaps a few electoshocks would be preferable to this. 

Why did he have to be sitting directly across from you?

If only he could stop chewing on it. Stop sucking on it absentmindedly.  

He licked his bottom lip, twisting the end of the stylus over with his tongue and locked eyes with you.

There was a terrifyingly long second before you stared down at your datapad, heat flaring along your cheeks. Oh, if the ground could crack open, if the First Order could start a surprise attack, if you could suddenly develop an ability to turn invisible. That would all be swell. 

You breathed in deeply and as inconspicuously as you could. Maybe he didn’t realise that you had been gawking at him like a love struck teenager. Maybe it was just one of those things, everyone accidentally caught someone’s glaze occasionally didn’t they? Maybe everything was fine. 

“So, we’ll have to make a run, I think,” Cray’s words filtered in as you took a cautionary glance up. 

Poe was staring right at you, grinning. 

More heat rose to your face. Maybe you would combust. At least that would get you out of this situation. 

You quickly looked back to your datapad, leaning your forehead on your hand to cover your face from his line of sight. You waited a second, and then another before chancing a sneaky look from under your fingers. 

He was still looking. 

This time, he gave you the smallest wave with his fingers. 

You clenched your jaw. He was enjoying this. 

‘What?’ He mouthed back at you. 

You clenched your jaw harder, screwing up your face as you looked away from your Commander and tried to switch your attention back to the briefing. 

“It will be time consuming, we’ll need,”

A dull thump on your shin snapped your attention back to Poe.

He’d kicked you, albeit quite gently. 

‘What?’ He mouthed again, pretending to be serious and not doing a very good job. 

He still had that damned stylus in his mouth. 

‘Nothing.’ 

He raised his eyebrows at you, took the stylus slowly out of his mouth and tapped it rhythmically against his bottom lip. 

‘I’m going to kill you.’ You silently threatened. 

‘You’re going to kiss me?’ He put his hand to his chest in mock shock. 

‘Poe-’

“Commander Dameron,” Cray’s voice made you snap to attention. “Do you think you can do this supply run?”

Poe  turned with all the charm and self assuredness of someone who had been playing complete attention. “Of course,” he gestured to you and spoke your name, “will accompany me.” He sounded so innocent, so professional. 

You nodded, not trusting your voice with everyone’s eyes on you. Poe grinned wickedly when no one was looking. 

“Good, that’s it for today.” 

Everyone started to move and leave the meeting room. 

You made a beeline to get out of there first, but Poe caught up with you before you had a chance to escape. 

“Come on, we’ve got a mission to organise.” He said, feigning innocence. 

“I’m going to kill you.” You hissed. 

“Aww, come on,” he opened his mouth to put the stylus back in there but never got a chance. You snatched the offending thing out of his hand. 

He bit his lips together, trying to stifle a laugh. “You know, if I can’t put that in my mouth then-”

You pressed the metal stylus against his lips, silencing him momentarily before he laughed.

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[merakicharm]

(Takes place after the attack on Mr Choi Gang-u by Lee Yeong Ho in place of Kim Min Joon in episode 16)

"But why did Lee Yeong Ho have Ko Jin Cheol's cellphone with him in the first place?" Ha-ri wondered aloud.

"I think... he was planning on finishing me and turning himself in, saying Joo Hyeongi instigated him to do it" Kim Min Joon rose from his seat with a sombre expression.

Ha-ri's heart stuttered at that.

"Is he insane?" she thundered, springing up from her own chair, startling, Nu-ri, Cheetah and Kim Min Joon himself. "Is he so loyal to Chairman Cha?? Even if that man tells him to kill himself he'll do that also? Arghhh!! This is so annoying!"

The three men around her looked at each other and then back at her. Kim Min Joon cleared his throat, and Nu-ri and Cheetahsshi gave each other sly glances. But Ha-ri was too worked up to notice either of them. Striding forward with clenched fists, she threw a punch at the wall, scrunching her eyes shut and expecting the grating pain and ready to welcome it. Pain could distract her from this crazy guy and his even more crazy plans. And perhaps the rush of some other emotions she felt too.

But the hit didn't cause even the remotest feeling of pain. Instead, she felt something soft around her hand. Opening her eyes, she found her fist trapped within Kim Min Joon's larger gentler hand. Cheetahsshi and Nu-ri were staring at the sight with barely suppressed grins.

"That's enough Ha-ri-ssi. I thought I told you not to hurt yourself?" Kim Min Joon was staring into her eyes, eyebrows quirked. She scowled at him. "Yahh! Let go of my hand!"

"Not unless you promise me you won't hurt yourself again"

She scowled even more harshly at that, trying to stare him down. He stared right back at her, unflinching. It was probably when they exceeded more than a minute of staring at each other that Cheetahssi spoke up.

"Uhhh Pentium-ssi, I am exhausted after all that action and drama. I think I'll crash. What about you, Pentium-ssi?"

"Ahh, yes yes, me too. Cheetahsshi, I think I'll sleep too. It's been a long day for me. Not resting won't do my wounds any good either"

In her peripheral vision, she saw them slinking out of the room, quiet and subtle. But really, she was more focused on the man in front of her than the two leaving.

In a very low voice that oozed threat and danger, she enunciated each word.

"Kim Min Joon. Let go of my hand. Right now."

Kim Min Joon simply stared down at her. And that infuriated her too. He was so tall and handsome with lips that looked so kissable and eyes which held so many promises. They were staring at her right now. Ha-ri saw love and worry in them. His eyes were always worried when they found her in a tough or vulnerable position.

Finally relenting, "It won't hurt me all that much", she said in a softer tone. Kim Min Joon had not moved or spoken yet. He was eyeing her silently, hand still clasped within his. Ha-ri stepped closer and closer, watching him for any reaction. His eyes simply followed her. She came right up to him, the tip of her nose almost touching his chin.

"Min Joonah," she whispered.

He inhaled sharply at that.

Now that she was so near him, Ha-ri felt that undeniable urge to touch him, hug him, pat him, anything which allowed her to be ensured of his physical presence and most of all, safety.

Self control Ha-ri, self control. Self-control Ha-ri, self-control, self-control, self-control she chanted in her head.

"Min Joonah" she whispered even more softly if possible. Kim Min Joon gulped, bringing her attention to his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Some primal thirst in her flared and she ended up gulping herself. Kim Min Joon looked down at the movement and then raised his eyes to her eyes and then back down to her lips. He slowly loosened his grip on her hand, letting go altogether. Ha-ri rested her hand on his waist.

"Ha-ri"

There was warning in his voice.

"That sounds nicer" she observed.

"You like it when I call you by your name? Without any honorifics?" he questioned her.

"Ah ahh," Ha-ri gaped. She hadn't realised she was talking aloud. Pursing her lips, she stared mutely at him. A smirk was fast making its way onto his face.

"It's not like that! Yahh!"

"Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri."

"Kim Min Joon!!" she huffed.

"Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-ri. Ha-"

Min Joon's chanting was abruptly brought to an end when Ha-ri with both her hands pulled at his collar, dragged him to her level and pressed her lips against his plush ones. For a few moments, there was really no response from Min Joon.

"Min Joonah, if you didn't like that, I am sorry" she apologized rapidly, stepping back and away from him. All along, she had thought this whole thing was mutual and for all his flirting, Min Joon was just as invested in them as she was. She didn't even know if the kiss had been the problem. Maybe he hadn't come around to trusting even her when it came too close to his liking. As ten thousand thousand and more thoughts rushed into her head, she felt Kim Min Joon's eyes on her. It made her feel sad and anxious now, after his blatant refusal of her.

Just as she was about to turn away, a pair of strong hands grabbed her waist and pulled her to Kim Min Joon. Startled, she stared up at him. He was breathing deeply, eyes fixed on her alone.

"Ha-ri"

The teasing was gone. In its place was barely concealed urgency.

"Min Joon?" she sounded unsure.

Hands still clutching her waist, he held her impossibly close to him. Bending down, he laid his forehead on hers.

"Ha-ri"

"Min Joon" she whispered back.

"Ha-ri" he raised his head and stared at her lips.

"Can I?" he stared into her eyes. She nodded. Very slowly, Min Joon closed the distance between them, until he was an inch away from her lips.

"Ha-ri-ah" he murmured and then they were kissing.

To be kissed by Kim Min Joon made her feel as if she was in the seventh heaven of delight. Fireworks went off and off in the back of her head. Ha-ri closed her eyes tightly, and grabbed at the hem of his shirt, fisting it hard. The way he did it so flawlessly, so perfectly irked her.

Am I not the first woman he's dated? she thought angrily to herself. The thought made her nip harshly at Min Joon's bottom lip, causing him to pull away and stare at her, confused.

"What's wrong?"

Apparently, her face practically announced that she was angry.

"Nothing" She was still clutching at his hem but looked away in embarrassment. One hand still on her hips, Kim Min Joon used his other hand to guide her face back to him

"Tell me what's wrong" Kim Min Joon's voice was soft and gentle. That made her even more embarrassed. She kept mum.

"Please?" he whined softly, palm flat against her cheek now.

"This was not your first time, was it?" she asked, somewhat petulantly.

Whatever Kim Min Joon had been expecting, this definitely had not been it.

"Huh?"

"What?" she shot back. Min Joon's eyes widened at her tone.

"Ok ok, I did have a girlfriend or two back in Germany, but never a serious relationship with any of them, alright? I didn't love them"

It was on the tip of Ha-ri's tongue to ask her whether they were pretty. Prettier than her. But Min Joon beat her to it.

"And before you even think about it, they were nowhere near as beautiful as you" he smiled at her

"As if!" she scoffed.

Min Joon laughed softly. That irritated Ha-ri. She lunged for his lips a second time, kissing him so fiercely he almost lost his balance and stumbled. Once again, she nipped at his lips.

Min Joon broke off laughing loud and like bells chiming.

"You really are a fierce lady Jang Hari-ssi!"

Ha-ri smiled an annoyed smile at him and then wrapped her arms around him, embracing him softly. His gentle arms wrapped around her slim built in a minute, pulling her closer. She rested her head against his chiselled chest, comforted and comfortable.

#mad dog #kdrama #mad dog kdrama #drabbles #oneshot #jang ha ri #Kim Min Joon #Choi Gang-u #Oh Nu-ri #Park Sunjeong #Cheetah #Pentium #Cha Hong Ju #woo do hwan #writers on tumblr #aesthetic #own words #wattpad fanfic #tumblr fanfic #daily tumblr #love #booklr

[wren-kitchens]

midnight ramblings

I was looking through my wips and found this so here you go lmao

it’s set (obviously) in s8, scarian, if you can think of any tws I need to put please tell me!

“I think we might die.”

grian and scar are perched precariously on the roof of the swaggon, occasionally having to pull the other back onto the flatter part of the slippery copper. the moon is big—hardly a fraction of what it’ll soon be—but big, and the blocks are flying too high for comfort, and grian hasn’t slept for weeks, and the world is in disarray.

scar had come to grian’s house a few hours prior, babbling about something to do with bdubs and the moon’s child and sacrifices that grian just couldn’t make out. but scar looked upset and scared, and grian knew that why he was feeling that couldn’t be helped or changed. 

so, because there was nowhere else really to go, grian brought scar up to the roof and tried to distract him. and it’s worked, they’re distracting each other (because scar of course noticed how equally terrified grian is of all this) very well. but grian is far to tired to filter himself properly, and to be fair it doesn’t seem like they have a lot of time left. so he says it.

scar scoffs a little. “you think, huh?”

grian is laying on his front, staring at midnight alley. “i’m fairly certain.”

“gee, what gave you that idea?” scar asks sarcastically. grian’s noticed that in situations where scar is scared, he typically reverts to sarcasm. he reckons it’s a way of deflecting. “couldn’t be the moon hurtling towards us, could it?”

“no, it’s the fact that we’re on a slippery roof.” grian says. “of course it’s the moon, scar.”

scar is quiet for a moment, and his voice is heartachingly small when he speaks. “why do you think this is happening, g?”

grian sighs. he wishes he could hold scar close and tell him it’s okay, that he can fix it. “I don’t know.” he admits. “I wish I did.”

“mumbo doesn’t.” scar says. “that much is clear.”

grian chuckles. “yeah. I should sleep at some point, whatever he’s doing isn’t working.”

“it’s a good phantom farm at least.” scar says. “i’ll give him that.”

“and the redstone on the statues is cool. or was, when it worked.” grian grins.

“yeah.” scar laughs along. 

grian looks at him. his eyes crinkle in the corners as he smiles. under them are dark smudges, not nearly as big as grian’s but still promenant. his hair is starting to grow shaggy, his suit jacket a little unkempt, skin stained with dirt and oxidised rust from the copper. 

he is, despite it all, beautiful. 

under the silvery light of the bulbous moon, scar looks ethereal. the way it floods his features akin to water over a marble statue makes grian’s heart swell. if grian were to die right now, with this image as the last thing he sees, he wouldn’t mind.

scar turns to him and grins. “taking in the view or about to fall asleep?”

“neither.” grian says easily. “debating whether or not to push you down the roof.” 

“hey!” scar pouts and grian bursts out laughing.

“okay, okay, you’re very handsome and i’m sorry for wanting to push you.” grian smiles. 

“too right I am.” scar says. “you’re very handsome too.” he adds, a softer note to his voice.

“why, thank you.” grian preens.

scar smiles at him, gaze lingering. grian watches as his eyes flicker up and down, from his eyes to his lips and back again. grian finds himself wanting to push his body into scar’s, be held by him until the end of time, scar’s hand in his hair and lips against his forehead.

grian sits up. “come over here, for a moment?”

scar’s eyes narrow with suspicion, but must notice the shy tone in grian’s voice as he nods, and shuffles up the roof to grian. grian immediately climbs into his arms.

“you’re like jellie.” scar chuckles, jokily petting his hair. “what’s up?”

“too tired to figure that out.” grian decides, face buried in scar’s suit jacket. “I wanted to hug you. you’re a very huggable person.”

“I get that a lot.” scar says, like he’s surprised. 

“anyone ever tell you you’re a very kissable person either?” grian smiles to himself.

“I- well, as a joke, I suppose.” scar says, starting to stumble over his words in the endearing way he does when he’s embarrassed. “why?”

grian pulls back and plants a kiss on scar’s nose. “‘cause you are.” he kisses his cheeks, grinning. 

he knows if he wasn’t sleep deprived to the point of it being a medical emergency, he would no way have the confidence to do this. but he mentally thanks mumbo for making this weird cult thing, because it’s lead to the rare treat of seeing scar flustered.

scar’s face fills with colour, and his eyes widen. if grian looks carefully, he can see that scar’s pupils are a little wider than normal.

“oh- oh, g, you’re. you’re very kind.” scar stammers. “I, um. thank you.”

grian’s face must visibly light up, because scar quickly adds, “whatever you’re thinking, mister, don’t do it.”

“scar,” grian says. “would you object to me kissing you.” 

grian doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone more flustered than scar is right now. 

“I- well, I mean-“ scar is looking around frantically, avoiding grian’s gaze. “that, um. that’s an interesting question, i’m not-“

“scar, yes or no.” grian is starting to doubt his judgement. what if he was wrong, and scar doesn’t love him back, and he’s just ruined their friendship, and-

grian’s internal litany of impending doom is cut off when scar says,

“i- I don’t think i, ah. would object to that.”

grian blinks. “really?” he asks, poorly hiding his excitement.

“well, I mean,” scar turns and finally looks at grian. his expression is heartachingly shy. “you’re a pretty kissable person too.”

grian inhales. “oh.” 

“sorry, um. to clarify, do- do you love me?” scar asks, blushing at himself. “‘cause I don’t want to assume or anything.” he adds quickly. “not that it’s bad if you don’t- it’s okay if you don’t, obviously. I wouldn’t wanna pressure you into saying something you don’t believe or-“

grian presses a quick kiss to scar’s lips. when he pulls away, he grins shyly.

scar stares at him for a moment. “is- is that a hint for me to stop talking?” he asks.

“yes, because I can’t get a word in edgeways.” grian tells him. “how else am I supposed to say yes?”

“oh.” scar’s voice is ever so soft, and he’s looking at grian like he’s only the person alive, and it’s all too much for his sleep deprived brain but he’s so happy.

“if we die,” grian says. “will I be able to go out, calling you my boyfriend?”

“only if I can call you mine.” scar smiles, like he’s surprised at just how well this night is going. 

“then i’d say we have a deal.” grian says, burying himself in scar’s embrace again. 

“g.” scar says gently. 

“mhm?”

“we should sleep.”

grian reluctantly looks up. “I think you’re right.”

“I don’t think we should sleep here.” scar says. 

“scar,”

“yeah?”

“i’m too tired to move.” grian says.

“you nightmare.” scar says, so fond it almost breaks grian’s heart. “alrighty mr birdie, let’s get you to bed.”

scar opens his elytra, before scooping grian up in his arms. 

“i’m only sleeping if you stay with me.” grian says, eyes already drooping shut.

“i’m not leaving you, g.” scar assures him.

“i’m going nowhere.”

#I miss boatem every day #i’d completely forgotten ab this and oml I need to forget about fics more often since when could I write well?? #hermitshipping #scarian #desert duo #moon’s big #hoax writes #hermitcraft ficlet #because it smal #i’m actually so proud of this which is abnormal for anything I write #i’ll post this to ao3 later

[aynsleywalker]

Menu Options

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x GN!Reader

Summary: Something about the way Jack reads the menu does things for you.

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: T, established relationship, mentions of food obviously, suggestive behavior, mentions of past sexual behavior, one kiss (barely) - this is my first thing ever so please let me know if I missed anything, not sure what else I need to mention!

Notes: @prolix-yuy I don't know what happened. This happened and it's YOUR FAULT.

This is the first thing I've ever put up here, and I literally just feverishly typed this out on my phone sitting in my garage, so I'm sorry for all the mistakes. Hope I'm doing this right!!

@boliv-jenta it's not the Dieter thing, but I'm tagging you on my first thing ever!! @just-here-for-the-moment I finally did it.

GIF not mine - it's either from here or google!

-~**~-

“Hey, Sugar…?”

You hum softly in response to Jack's slow, distracted drawl, raising an eyebrow without lifting your gaze from your book. You’re still almost reading, but he has your full attention.

“What’s that show you’re always watchin’ when you're cleanin’?”

You do look up then, frowning slightly. “You might have to be a little more specific,” you smile, tilting your head in an attempt to see what he’s looking at on his phone. He isn’t the most technology-abled, and you’re suddenly very curious what trouble he’s getting himself into.

With your legs draped across his lap and his hands resting on your calves holding his phone it’s not the best angle to see the screen.

“The one with the smart kids,” he finally responds, one hand releasing his phone to absently stroke over his mustache before dropping to your knee, fingers drawing shapes up across your thigh as he studies his phone.

You can’t help but smile at his expression.

When the stoic, guarded, hard-ass Statesman Agent is relaxed, at ease, feeling safe in the comfort of home and your presence, calmed beneath some form of your touch – like now with the full weight of your legs pinning him to the sofa – he can be almost unnervingly expressive.

And his “concentrating” face is both incredibly adorable and infuriatingly sexy. You’re only catching a profile view now, but you have it memorized. The way his eyebrows draw together slightly, creating that little furrow between them, his eyes lighten slightly, a little swirl of cinnamon glinting in whatever lighting, showing his focus. His plush lips part beneath that perfectly trimmed mustache, looking absolutely kissable in the way they hang open, moving ever so slightly when he silently reads something he wants to remember.

“Are you talking about Big Bang Theory?” You finally ask, squirming slightly when his mindless touching moves his hand across your hips, following the waistline of your sweatpants.

“Yea, that’s the one,” he grins, his tone almost gleeful as he lifts his hand from you to snap his fingers and point at you, shifting his gaze to yours for a few seconds to give you the classic Jack Daniels charismatic wink.

“What about it?” you ask with a huff of a laugh, feeling a strange mixture of relief and something else when his hand returns to your hip.

“You know the place that blonde girl works at is real?” he murmurs, voice low and smoky as his gaze focuses on his phone again, clearly distracted.

“The Cheesecake Factory?” You can’t help the incredulous tone. Surely this man had to have known that. “Are you telling me you didn’t know The Cheesecake Factory is a real place, Jack? What are you even looking at?”

You grasp his upper arm to help you sit up enough to see his phone, feeling him flex his muscles beneath your hand, tensing his arm to hold you steady.

“Was lookin’ for someplace to get dinner,” he smiled, canting his head toward you to steal a quick brush of a kiss across your lips. “You know they got more than cheesecake?”

“Jack they order burgers on the show all the time,” you laugh, abandoning your book in favor of wrapping both arms around his. Now that you’re closer the scent of his cologne finds you, sweet and sharp, like bergamot and citrus, with hints of pine and leather. He smells like wide open fields filled with wildflowers, and the warmth of a blue sky on a summer morning.

You press your nose into his shoulder, watching his thumb move the menu along.

“It ain’t just burgers, Darlin’,” he smirks, his hand squeezing your thigh before gesturing to his phone. “I mean here, lookit this’un… ‘filet mignon, our most tender steak’. Or this, ‘Steak Diane, medallions of steak covered with black peppercorns an’ a rich mushroom wine sauce’. Ain’t even hearda that but it sounds real good, huh?”

You can barely manage an affirmative hum back, lifting your gaze to study his profile through your lashes, your brain short-circuiting slightly. What was happening? Was it in your mind or had his accent gone full Kentucky? Also, why was the way he was all but purring some of those words – doing – things to you?

You weren’t seriously getting turned on by listening to this man read a damn menu, were you?

Was this your life now?

Was this how smitten you were with the man?

“You’ve really never eaten there?” you ask, wetting your lips and letting your arms slide further around him, one hand toying with the buttons of the plaid shirt he wore.

“Darlin’ I’m tellin’ you I didn’ know it was real. Just found it on here.”

“Well we should try it then. They really do have good cheesecake.” You clear your throat softly, letting two fingers slip into a gap between buttons of his shirt, ghosting your fingertips feather light across his bare chest. “What, uh… what else do they have?”

“You wanna take a look, Darlin’?” he offers, lifting his phone a little.

“Why don’t you just read a few more options,” you suggest, trying to make your tone as innocent as possible, but you know you’ve been caught when Jack lets the phone drop slightly, his body leaning back ever so slightly.

It’s absolutely no secret what his voice does to you. You’ve made that plenty clear in the bedroom on many occasions, especially when he’s away on missions and your voices are all the two of you have to work with.

“Read just a few more, huh, Darlin’?” he grins, his head turning toward you slowly as he raises an eyebrow at you. His expression has gone from concentration to absolutely sinful in a split second.

“I’m just very comfortable right now,” you shrug, drawing your lower lip between your teeth, trying to hide your smile.

“Uh huh, that so?” His hand moves from where it’s been resting on the outside of your thigh, sliding slowly to the inside of the other thigh, grazing up until his pinkie is dangerously close to turning it into more than just choosing dinner.

“Jack…” you warn, gesturing toward his phone with a tilt of your head.

“How ‘bout we look at desserts first?” He suggests, thumb moving across the screen. “Figure I’m plannin’ on havin’ mine before the meal anyway…”

“Jack…” You sigh his name this time, but it’s filled with love and amusement and just a touch of anticipation.

“This one sounds real good, Sweetheart… ‘Classic Basque Cheesecake… super creamy cheesecake with a delicious and unique burnt top covered in fresh berries’…” He lets his voice drop in register, finding that pitch that hits just right and finds its way into your body like silk, stroking your skin, caressing your bones right into the marrow itself. It thrums straight to very specific parts of you, the baritone making your breath hitch and your stomach drop out. “Like the sound’a that one baby?” he asks, fingers tightening into your thigh.

“Y-yea,” you breathe, fingers slipping out of his shirt to deftly pop open the first button.

“How ‘bout ‘Caramel Pecan Turtle Cheesecake… pecan brownie and caramel-fudge swirl cheesecake, topped with Caramel Turtle pecans and chocolate’…”

There it is.

That Southern accent hitting that very southern word.

Something about the way his honey thick, molasses slow, rich as confectioners sugar drawl hit the word pecan made your entire body tingle. Your hand twitches and the button you’re working on pops right off his shirt, flying across the room to skitter across the hardwood floor.

Jack watches it until it comes to a halt before fixing you beneath his gaze, his eyes darkening to a rich, heated mahogany.

“Maybe we oughta worry about dinner later, huh?”

“Yea, Jack, I think we oughta.”

Who would have thought The Cheesecake Factory menu would have led to one of the longest nights you’d had in a long, long time.

#Jack Whiskey Daniels x gn!Reader #Jack Whiskey Daniels #Agent Whiskey #Pedro Pascal characters

[starfoam]

64 BABYYYYYYY

Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 

I'm gonna assume this one was for Devil and post accordingly... better prepare >:3 @aamusedly

"You're doing this on purpose."

"You'll have to be more specific."

"Stop turning your head!"

"Stop holding my jaw."

"I can't stop holding your jaw if you don't stop turning your head."

This was... interesting. It was absolutely torrential outside, and her place had been closer than his (if he even had a central 'place' and not just multiple bases, she still wasn't clear). He had jokingly suggested a sleepover, and she had jokingly taken him up on the offer. And attempt at movie night had been initiated, but they were both distracted from Die Hard and he had wandered into her bathroom to mess with her stuff.

And...

Okay, no, she couldn't justify her way up to this. They were back on the couch, McClain was crawling through a vent, and Lo was sitting in his lap and trying to put lipstick on Devil's constantly-moving mouth.

Had they been talking about drag? Her fashion choices? She couldn't remember. All she knew was she'd started trying to put a two-tone on him standing up, and he'd moved. She's knelt down next to him and he'd moved again. Straddling him had gotten a comment that had made her almost put the makeup away, and now she was just... trying to hold him in place, Yeah.

Not that it was working. Lo's hand moved against his chin, and a smear of candy apple red painted a bit of his stubble along with his bottom lip. Lo groaned and went for the makeup wipe.

"Do you want the lipstick or not?"

"I want to watch you squirm some more, actually." Lo rolled her eyes; this wasn't expensive makeup, at the very least, or she'd be much more upset. She wiped his bottom lip, and saw Devil smirk a little under her finger. "You're enjoying this."

"Not you wasting my makeup!" She opened the tube and tried again; this time it went on without issue, and she all but sighed in relief. The cap snapped back on. "Okay, halfway done. Do you want black, dark red, or a wine color for the top?"

"Which one do you find the most kissable?" She finally looked up at his eyes; he looked a little odd with only one lip painted, but he wore it with the confidence of a king.

Or a very convincing actor. She pondered the question.

"...If we use black, it'd be too much like mine. No experimentation in that. I'm thinking the wine color." Pop goes the lid of the other tube. This time Devil holds still, parting his lips a little; Lo carefully painted it on, swiping away a tiny smudge in the corner with her thumb. She pulled back and closed the tube, taking him in.

It... did not look bad, actually. She might have liked it more if it were a lighter color or he had some foundation - the candy red stuck out a bit against natural, sweat-slicked skin - but Devil looked comfortable as could be, and - she had to admit - quite handsome.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense over here." Lo barely registered him taking the hand mirror from a nearby table, turning his head to one side as he took himself in. "Not bad. I might have to steal your colors next." He looked back at her, and the painted smile widened. "What are you willing to bet I can wear it better than you?"

The thought entered her head with the quickness and urgency of the lightning outside. She set the tube down.

"...Lo?"

His eyes widened; she had to imagine her hands coming at his face might have looked like an attack for just a moment. But then her lips were on his, and her breath was on his skin, and she felt the slightest smear of color on color. He made a noise, just for a moment - and then his hand was on the back of her head, and she was pulled into a straddle on top of him, his other hand cradling the small of her back.

She wasn't sure which one of them pulled away first. For a moment she couldn't open her eyes; instead she focused on his body underneath her, her thigh against his waist, his shirt bunched up in her taut-knuckle grip. But then she did open them - and saw a black and plum stain against his mouth, just as she was sure there were wine and red smears across hers.

"...Not bad," she said after a moment, as Devil opened his eyes to look at her, "I think you wear it well."

And then she went in for another.

Bonus:

#So i learned something about Lo today and Devil gets to benefit #aamusedly

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober Day 5: Red

Fic link. Series link.

In their eternally busy lives, it’s nice to be able to slow down sometimes, take a break, even if it’s nearing midnight and it’s only for half an hour.

It’s peaceful up here, not in the sense that she can’t hear anything, the sounds from the city still drifting up to meet her, but in the sense that she feels calm, especially with the woman who’s currently standing beside her.

“How much of that can you hear?” Lena asks, gesturing over the balcony railing in front of them, out towards the lights of National City.

It’s almost like she can read Kara’s mind.

“A lot.” Kara answers honestly. She wasn’t sure they’d ever get back here, back to a point where they’d be able to talk about things like this, with no secrets between them. She loves that she can share all of this with Lena now, all of herself. “It’s dull, and thankfully most people are asleep but I can still hear them if I focus.” She listens, focusing on all the sounds around her instead of just the woman next to her. “I can hear their snoring, their heartbeats, them moving in bed. I can hear the baby who’s crying a few buildings over, whose parents just want her to sleep. I can hear the cleaner a few floors down, listening to music. I can hear the entire city, at least during the night it’s not as loud.”

“Doesn’t that get…too much sometimes, I can’t imagine all that noise.”

“It does, which is why I like going to the fortress sometimes, just for the quiet. Up here is nice too, I can block most of it out, especially if I focus on something else, something more calming.” Kara focuses her senses, blocks out the rest so all she can hear is Lena again. She decides to be honest about this too. “Like now, just focusing on your heartbeat helps, it’s quiet and comforting.”

Kara’s glad it’s dark, the only light coming from Lena’s office behind them, hiding the blush that reddens her cheeks. But then she laughs quietly, when she hears Lena’s heartrate speed up.

“I can hear that too,” Kara says, glancing to the side with a smile. Lena’s cheeks are red too so maybe Lena can see the red in hers.

Lena wraps her arms around herself, hands rubbing her upper arms, and Kara realises she’s cold as she sees goosebumps appear on her skin. She almost suggests they go inside, that Lena should go home, but she’s not quite ready of this moment to end. It’s nice, just the two of them, it feels like they’re in their own little bubble and Kara’s not ready for it to burst just yet.

“Here,” Kara says, unfastening her cape, wrapping it around Lena’s shoulders before she can protest.

“I’m fine,” Lena says, but her words don’t match her actions as she pulls the cape tighter around her shoulders. “But thank you.”

“You’re welcome, red is a good colour on you.”

Lena laughs, hands gripping tighter as she settles into the warmth of the material.

Kara will never admit this out loud, but she likes seeing Lena wrapped in her cape, there’s just something about it, the idea of Lena being wrapped in something of hers. It sets off a warmth in her chest, a feeling so strong she has to stop herself from reaching out and taking Lena into her own arms instead.

They glance back out at the city, Lena telling Kara about her day, Kara doing the same. They really have been so busy, it’s nice to see her best friend, for it to just be the two of them, without the distraction of anything or anyone else to get in the way.

It is getting late though, and when Lena stifles a yawn, she knows she should go.

“It’s getting late,” Kara sighs, as if it wasn’t late when she arrived, but she’d seen Lena’s light on as she’d been patrolling, seen Lena still working, and couldn’t help but stop by, both to see her best friend and to make sure she actually goes home to get some sleep.

“It is.” Lena slips the cape from her shoulders and before Kara can reach out and take it, Lena swings it over Kara’s shoulders. Lena steps in close and Kara can barely breath as Lena fastens the cape back to her suit. She feels fingers against her collarbones as Lena makes quick work of attaching the cape, the touch red hot even through the suit. “Much better,” Lena smiles, hands dropping to soothe down Kara’s biceps before they drop away. 

Kara’s not breathing at all now, especially because Lena is still in her space, so close that she has to stop herself from reaching out again. Or worse, leaning forward and kissing Lena.

Not that she doesn’t very much want to kiss Lena, but friends don’t do that, friends don’t kiss their friends out of the blue, friends don’t stare at each others mouths, which is exactly what Kara’s just realised she’s doing now, her eyes dropping of their own accord.

It’s not her fault though, Lena’s mouth always looks so soft and so very kissable.

She’s about to look away, and hope that Lena didn’t notice, but then Lena’s pressing up on her toes and suddenly the mouth that she’s looking at is moving closer and then lips are on hers, soft and gentle and then they’re gone again, and Kara would almost think she’d imagined it if not for the fact that green eyes are now watching her uncertainly, Lena’s heartbeat pounding loud in her ears.

“Was that okay?” Lena asks, quiet, nervous.

It takes Kara a moment to answer, still reeling from the fact that Lena just kissed her.

Kara nods, quick, head bobbing fast. “Yes.”

Lena chews on her bottom lip, teeth digging into red flesh, and Rao, Kara wants to kiss her again, her own lips still tingling from the contact.

“Can I kiss you again?” Lena asks, reading her mind again.

“Please,” Kara says, fast, the word rushing out.

Lena laughs, relief clear in her eyes. “Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow night too?”

Kara reaches out, tangles their fingers together, just to make sure that this is real, that Lena is in front of her because it seems like she’s being offered everything she’s ever wanted and she wants to make sure she’s not dreaming.

And she also just really wants to hold Lena’s hand.

“I hope you’re asking me on a date because my answer would definitely be yes.”

Lena nods, green eyes bright, even in the darkness around them and Rao, Kara is so in love.

Her eyes dart down again, and she almost just leans forward and kisses Lena, but not yet. “Why now?” she asks instead.

“Because you were looking at my lips again and I only have so much self control. Do you know how often you stare at my mouth? It’s a lot.”

Kara feels her cheeks heat at the confession, and the fact that she thought she was being subtle but clearly not.

“And I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, I’d run out of reasons why I shouldn’t, why we shouldn’t be allowed to have this when I know we both want it.”

Kara reaches out, her own heartrate matching the speed of Lena’s as she uses her free hand to cup Lena’s cheek. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve wanted you for so long,” Kara admits. They’re being honest tonight, might as well keep it going.

“Me too,” Lena sighs and then lips are on hers again, hesitancy gone as Lena kisses her and Kara kisses her right back, pulls her close like she’s wanted to all night.

She’s never going to let her go.

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