#well it's IMPLIED but it's there. shut the fuck up.

[urhoneycombwitch]

foreword: have u ever had a buddy so good you jack off with him <3 roommate!Eddie x reader fic for ya. 

cw: drug mention, R wears a bra, has breasts (implied to be large enough to “spill”) + V, no pronouns used only petnames, nipple play, R is queer (talks about Molly Ringwald in a sexual nature <3), praise kink, mutual masturbation, but as friends, we’re all normal here okay, we Do Not talk about our hidden feelings in this one soz

wc: 2.3k

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An unfortunate shift of the pillows supporting your body pulls you from the depths of sleep, consciousness surfacing, breaching with a soft huffy groan. 

Waking up on a normal day is hard enough. Waking from a good dream, one where someone’s head was between your legs and everything was swelling lush with heat? Now that’s torture. 

You burrow the cold side of your face under the covers, eyes still screwed shut in defiance of being awoken before the dream could pay off. There’s a heartbeat pounding near the apex of your thighs; with one leg stretched out and the other draped around the curve of your body pillow, your hips roll forward automatically, seeking friction.

The soaked front of your underwear drags against the pillow’s seam, catching your clit on the next glide of your hips. Another soft moan, breath fanning from your parted lips. If you can stay in this grey area of sleep and waking, maybe the horniness will swallow your mind back to the dream…

When someone’s hand brushes your bare shoulder, your movements freeze. Goosebumps prickling in the palm-owner’s wake, you blink against the morning light pouring in through your bedroom window and try to orient yourself.

Your head is nestled in the curve of someone’s neck, left arm tucked secure around their chest. Leg hitched over their waist, cotton boxers band digging at the plush of your thigh- something else solid and warm trapped against their stomach.

A snuffle from your human body pillow, and the waking world hits you sideways, all at once- Eddie. You’d fallen asleep with Eddie last night, after helping him play-test a new hybrid strain and dancing to records all evening, until you both collapsed in a heap of giggles. In your bed. 

Which means that you’ve been humping Eddie’s leg in your sleep. And the thick length trapped under your thigh belongs to him, too. 

Before you can even fully process or think up an escape plan holding the least amount of embarrassment for you both, Eddie’s stretching the arm that isn’t cupping your shoulder up and out with a long yawn. 

His hips shift, pressing himself into your leg unintentionally, and you can feel the moan that rumbles through his body- at your ear, vibrating under your hand on his bare chest. Eddie mumbles something incoherent and sleep-addled, pulling you in closer, nosing at the crown of your head.

“Uh-” your voice comes out half-squeak, half-croak, not fully pushing off Eddie but keeping your frame tight enough to roll away at a moment’s notice. “H-hey.”

Eddie’s palm smooths down the plane of your upper back, stopping at the wide band of your bra. He makes another noise, this time a bit less sleepy- and then he, too, freezes, all those points of contact along the length of your own body stiffening, muscles tensed with realization. 

“Oh, fuck. Shit.”

Eddie’s voice is like rocks on pavement, three shades of gravelly, really not helping your whole ‘wet as a river’ situation, one that he can probably feel leaking onto his bare leg at this point. He doesn’t immediately roll away, though; he remains in that freeze-mode, tense and poised, holding you against the span of his side still.

Well. As frozen as one can be with a throbbing case of morning wood.

“I guess we… fell asleep,” you say, carefully, adopting the same cat-like stillness, the pause before a big leap. “Sorry-”

“You’re sorry? I’m sorry. Jesus.” Eddie uses the hand that’s not cradling your shoulder to scrub down his face. This close, nestled into his neck, you can feel his loose hair tickling your cheek, the light scratch of his day-old stubble against your forehead when he speaks. “I’m gonna… go take care of this. And then maybe. Breakfast? Christ. Can’t think. All my blood’s elsewhere right now.”

You breathe a chuckle. His arm is still wrapped around you. 

“Yeah. Okay. Or you could just- take care of it. Here, I mean. With me.”

Eddie’s breath stops, actually stops, then stutters back into steady rhythm under your hand. “...yeah?”

He sounds unsure but curious, excitement bleeding into the edges of that one word as your thumb sweeps across the spot where his ribcage meets. “Yeah. Be doing me a favor, too- I was kind of in the middle of a… a good dream. Prob’ly me that woke you up, anyways.”

Eddie’s hand drops from your shoulder, slithers back to his own space, disrupting your head rest briefly- until you realize he’s doing it to make enough room for you both to stretch out flat (on your mattress that was barely designed for one full-grown person). 

“A good dream,” Eddie parrots, as you both re-situate under the thin cover of your floral-patterned top sheet. Shoulder to shoulder, skimming the heat from each other’s bare skin as you stare resolutely at the ceiling, there’s a frizzy mass of black hair in your periphery. A hint of a smile in Eddie’s voice as he asks, “What were you dreamin’ about?”

You can feel the rippling shift of his bicep as his arm moves, hand sliding unseen beneath the sheets- a sharp inhale as his hand finds purchase over the bulge in his boxers. 

In response, your own hand follows the contoured path to the spot below your navel, toying with the band of your panties before slipping underneath. Cupping yourself, feeling the heated slick coat your fingers before dragging it back up to rest your middle against the beating pulse of your clit- “Ah- um. Was dreamin’ about. Uh. Molly Ringwald.”

A few days from your latest John Hughes marathon, it’s the first feasible famous person that comes to mind. Luckily, Eddie just laughs, in a stilted gasp when his fist finds his aching cock- “Oh, fuck- yeah? Redheads do it for you these days?”

“Uh huh.” Maybe if you keep the focus on someone else, you’ll both be able to come out of this event unscathed. Walk away with your hands clean- er. Well. Nope. 

A better analogy is gonna have to wait, because your abdomen’s tightening with each pass of your wet finger over your clit, pleasure licking and sparking, the usual slow-build to orgasm forming with shocking rapidity.

“What was she doing?” Eddie, sounding strained and strung-out already (really makes you wonder how long you’d actually been using each other, in sleep, grinding and working the other person up), hand moving in long strokes- “In your dream, I mean. Licking you out? Did she use fingers?”

It’s not like you haven’t heard Eddie’s dirty talk before- in fact, you helped cultivate it, years ago when he was nervous for a third date and wanted some advice. You’ve coached him on sex techniques, he’s given his own expertise, you’ve both appraised the other's nudes, for christ’s sake- this is just a natural extension of your friendship. Your closeness. 

Eddie’s feeling awfully close, now, his arm bumping against yours with each pass of his fist over his dick, your leg periodically grazing the downy hair of his shin as your hips jolt upwards, into the electricity stemming from the pad of your finger. 

Choking on your words around a bright surge of pleasure- “Y- yeah. Her mouth. Fingers. All of it.”

“Fuck.” Eddie’s form lurches, doing a half-crunch forwards- risking a glance, you catch a glimpse of the sweat beading at his temples, the dark slant of his brow in concentration, jaw working through the grit of his teeth- “Why don’t you use some fingers, then.”

Like he’s got you under some sort of command spell (because you’re not touching the alternatives with a ten-foot pole), you obey, middle and ring fingers curling into the tight channel of your cunt. There’s a spot you hit on your front wall, gummy and responsive, muscles reacting on instinct by contracting and spasming around your fingers.

You’re close already, panting, head tipped back against the bottom sheet, neck bared, eyes squeezing shut at the wave of pleasure that begins to pulse insistently. “I’m- fuck, Eddie. Keep talking, please-”

“So good,” Eddie says, almost funny in how quick he is to interrupt your pleading. “So good for me. Sound so wet, too, bet you’re soaking…”

You are, in fact, rivulets of slick joining into one just under the globes of your ass, cooling and sticky, a bit uncomfortable but since it’s laundry day and you feel this good you can’t really bring yourself to care.

A half-gasp whimper as you writhe your pelvis up, again, chasing that edge, tantalizingly close, the wet noises from your weeping cunt and plunging fingers spurring Eddie on.

“That’s it, baby.” He’s encouraging even in his own heady fog of pleasure (must’ve had a good sex-talk coach), voice low and rough at your ear as he drops his chin to get closer. “Tell me what you need, hm? Lemme get you there.”

“Need you- you, to…” Frustrated by your lack of breath, in lieu of communicating with words you slide your fingers from yourself, seeking Eddie’s hand before you can overthink the action. You leave a trail of slick against his hip bone, and Eddie releases himself to give you his hand- moaning, cock twitching, as you coat your own heated wetness over his dry palm. 

This time, when you both get your hands back on yourselves, it’s with a tandem whine, Eddie’s ending with a hiss through teeth- “Fuck. Fuck, yes. So wet. So good.”

“Yeah?” Like you never left, your pussy molds easily to the shape of your three fingers again. Your other hand leaves your side to paw at your clothed breast, nipples peaking through the lace. “I gotta- I’m gonna take my bra off. Please.”

You don’t actually wait for permission, but Eddie gives it anyways as you slide the cups down, babbling encouragement- “Shit, sweetheart, yeah. Whatever you gotta do. So good for me, tellin’ me what you need. Good job.”

One day, you’re gonna regret telling Eddie you get off on praise, but not today; with one nipple pinched firmly between thumb and forefinger, your other breast spills to the side, resting against Eddie’s upper arm.

He groans, from his toes, fist slipping over his cock with ease thanks to your contribution. The sounds filling your small room are obscene, sex-dipped moans and glossy wet hand movements all reaching a crescendo as both your hips jerk up at the same time.

Keeping the same pace against your clit as Eddie’s keeping on his dick, the spark of pleasure has turned into a roar that swims up to your ears, a white-out of an orgasm fast approaching each time the heel of your palm slams into your clit. 

“Eddie- jesus, Eddie- Eddie Eddie Eddie-”

You’d feel sheepish about how desperate you sound if Eddie wasn’t matching your energy two-fold. His lanky frame thrashes when your speech devolves into a repetition of his name, keening as his fist staves off tipping over the edge with a tight ring at the base of his cock- “That’s it, baby, y’can do it, angel. Come on. Come with me. Please, please-”

With a final cruel twist to your breast, you come undone, orgasm spooling heat throughout your whole system, Eddie’s name unraveling in a long cry. Eddie follows you, fucking up into his fist, ropes of cum shooting to the top of the sheets tent he’d made, hunching against the spasms crawling up his abdomen. 

You ride the last of your orgasm out on the stretch of three fingers, releasing your nipple when the pressure turns to a twinge of pain. Under the covers, your bare chest heaves around the stretched elastic band of your shoved-down bra; with shaky, uncoordinated hands, you reach behind and beneath yourself to undo the hooks, flinging the offending clothing in the general direction of your hamper.

Eddie chuckles, breathless, bellows of his ribs nudging your forearm as he sinks back into his (your) pillow. “Christ. Good thing it’s laundry day.”

There’s no room for shame, no ounce of you that wants to dwell on what this could mean, right now- although there’ll be plenty of time for that later. As it stands, you’re both swathed in a quiet, post-sex bliss, neither wanting to disturb the peace. 

In a dreamy haze, you take note of little things- the drag of Eddie’s pinky against the back of your hand. The glint of his rings stored in a neat line atop your nearby dresser. A block of mid-morning sunshine from the window cast over the bed, prickling at your legs with warmth.

After a few minutes of this, Eddie sits up, mumbling apologies when you snatch the sheets to keep yourself covered. “You want first shower?”

He looks at you over his shoulder, down the lovely arc of his nose, brown eyes tender and staying on you for a beat too long. Squirming under his gaze, you find anywhere else to look (other than the pale slope of his back, smattered and dotted with freckles), shaking your head. “Nope. All yours.”

You flick your interest back to the ceiling as Eddie pulls up his boxers, grimacing at the mess he’s made of your sheets; before leaving, he bends to scoop up your tossed bra, snapping his own underwear to emphasize- “I’ll start this load before showering, then I’ll come back for your bedding.”

At your nod, Eddie leaves to clank around in the laundry closet; then there’s a rusty squeak of the shower handle, a subsequent rush of water, and Eddie’s pleasant husky humming floats down the hall through the open doors. 

You roll onto your front with a contented sigh, burying your nose in the pillow Eddie was just lying on- it smells like him, now, smoky and spicy and familiar. 

You spend the rest of his shower time coming up with a good excuse to save this pillowcase from being washed.

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[chlorinecake]

THEY CALL HER NASTY | five sentence smut scenarios with enha!hyung line ft. overstimulated reader

⚠︎ contains: fingering, use of sex toys, DADDY KINK, pet names, creampie, implied multiple rounds, squirting, kind of dubcon (?), and degrading/praise kink … !?

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight, love,” Heeseung grinned, pressing the vibrator harder against your trembling clit.

“I’m s-sorry, Hee, I’ll listen next t-time… promise,” you muttered shakily, tears sitting in the dips of your collar bone likes pools of bittersweetness.

“I’ll believe you after I make you cum three more times,” he said, tantalizing your g-spot with the pads of his thick fingers.

You felt a band tighten in your stomach before finally popping, your luscious release decorating Heeseung’s greedy features as your body jerked from the overstimulation.

“So fucking precious, baby,” he smirked, locking his lips with yours as he continued to finger your aching hole, “only for me…”

“Did I say we were done?,” Jay poked as he observed your exhausted frame, drifting in and out of sleep from what felt like his fourth round inside you.

“Use your words, love,” he said as you nodded lazily, trying to find the words that only kept getting lost in your brain fog.

“F-fill me up and then n-no more, S-seongie,” you whined, tits bouncing from the force at which he fucked into you.

“You want me to finish inside you, princess?,” he groaned, gripping your sweaty waist as his thrusts turned into smooth grinds, pelvis rubbing up against your clit.

“Mhm… please baby,” you shook beneath him, feeling your own orgasm overtake you as he whispered against your neck: “That’s it, my love. Cum with daddy…”

“F-fuckk,” you practically wailed, feeling as Jake’s fingers slid in and out of you at a rough pace, fucking you open so you could soon take his dick.

“That’s my good girl, you’re almost there, pretty,” he huffed, breath a bit jagged from his own excitement, “wanna see you squirt so badly… can you do that for me, angel?”

You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence before you started clenching around his digits, screwing your eyes shut as weak moans broke from your lips.

“Jakey,” you whined out, squirting on his forearm first before he dove down with his mouth to lap at your juices, humming at the taste of you coating his senses.

“So good for me,” he whispered, tongue running up and down your sensitive folds before swirling around your sensitive clit, “love it when you fall apart like this…”

“It’s t-too much, Hoon,” you babbled incoherently around your boyfriends fingers, his slender digits only shoving their way further into your mouth as streaks of black eyeliner trailed down the sides of your fucked out face.

“Oh, c’mon princess… cum sluts like you aren’t supposed to wear out this fast, are they?,” he pouted in a facetious manner, just as his fingers retreated from your mouth, only to land a wet smack against your cheek.

You cried out at the sudden force, nodding and inaudible ‘no’ as his thrusts became even rougher, his own moans escalating as your nails dug into the muscular portion of his shoulders.

“Sh-shit,” you cursed under your breath, facial expressions contorting with bliss as your orgasm approached at full-speed.

You gasped out loud, feeling his warmth coat your walls as his thrusts finally slowed down, gentle lips peppering kisses down your neck while he whispered against your skin, “always so well for me, princess…”

⚠︎ author’s note: I’ve had this fic marinating in my drafts since August 2023 and randomly came across it just yesterday…

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[hooniebaekgu]

Past Midnight

PAIRING : Park Jongseong x female Reader

GENRE : fluff, smut mostly

Warning : MDNI! established relationship, both are idols, reader implied to be soloist, use of the word 'doll' and 'jongie', implied multiple rounds, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your wi- sorry) not proofread!!

Word Count : 1.7k

Yukki's Notes : took me so long to find the perfect aesthetic omg

Your relationship with Jay has been nothing short of a roller coaster ride. As idols, you both had some image to preserve.

It honestly sucked that you had to snoop around at ass o'clock in the night just to see your boyfriend, but oh well. And throughout your relationship, Jay had been an amazing boyfriend.

Not that you've been in any relationship before him, but he still surpassed any expectations you've had. Emotionally and physically.

But recently you haven't even gotten to talk to Jay, let alone meet him. He had returned from a tour and was practically locked in practice rooms for their new comeback.

So you weren't expecting him to be knocking on your door past midnight. As soon as you opened the door, you pushed to the nearest wall his lips on yours, practically devouring you.

After a moment or two, you kissed back. His hands roaming all over your body, one coming to rest on your waist while the other squeezed your ass, giving it a light slap. You pulled away with a gasp.

“What are you doing here, Jay?” you said, eyeing his lips wet with saliva.

“Not happy to see me?” he said with a pout, feigning hurt. His hand on your waist slowly crept up, softly running against the small of your back.

“I'm always happy to see you baby,” you said, pushing away the loose strands of hair. “but you texted me this morning, saying that you would be busy the whole day.”

He sighed, pulling you closer. His eyes roaming over your face with adoration. “I was supposed to be, but I wouldn't shut up about you at practice. And Jungwon kicked me out, so here I am.” He watched you throw your head back, laughing at his innuendo.

“Did you eat yet?” he asked, and watched you nod your head. “I haven't, I'm hungry baby.” he said in a low tone, giving you those eyes.

“Well what would you like to have Jongie?” you asked teasingly knowing he loved that nickname.

“You.” he said, leaning in and pressing kisses on your neck, you gasped tilting your head back to give him more access.

“Baby,” you say, although your sentence has been forgotten somewhere as he sucks on that spot on your neck. “A-ah, Jay listen” you say lightly pushing him away.

“You have a schedule tomorrow, we need to sleep.” you say taking in his disheveled appearance despite not even doing anything. His eyes were dazed, as if he didn't even hear what you said, maybe he didn't.

“I don't care doll, I'll survive. Although I can't say the same if you don't let me make you feel good.”he said, looking at you with pleading eyes.

Jay saw your resolve faltering, not waiting for a response he picked you up by your waist. You wrapped your legs around his waist subconsciously.

“A-Ahh, Jongie fuck please.” you loudly whined, eyes barely open as you try to give him a pleading look.

Jay had been fingering you god knows how long, you've cum maybe 3? 4? times. And it seemed that he wasn't satisfied.

“Please what doll?” he said, his voice low as he took in your face, you were absolutely gone. And yet begging for more. His fingers were pumping in and out of you fast, you could cum from this but you wanted more.

Normally, he wouldn't even have to hear a ‘please’ from you. He would give you anything you asked for, but today he felt a little mischievous.

He wanted you to beg him, he wanted to see that you wanted him just as he wanted you. He knew you did, but he wanted to see it.

“Jongie please, I-” you said, cutting yourself off and shying away from his gaze. God he loved you, he loved how one moment you looked so sinful yet the other you were so shy you couldn't even look at him

“How am I gonna know what you want if you don't tell me doll? Say it.” he said, fucking menace.

He curled his fingers in you, hitting a spot that had you drooling. He was trying to give you a little push, you were too aware of your actions to beg so he was inching you closer and closer to that delicious sub space.

Your eyes rolled to the back, arching your back as you came all over his fingers, some of it even landing on his wrists. It took you some time to realize that you squirted.

Jay eyed your cunt hungrily, he wanted to eat you out so bad. But that would have to wait, he wanted nothing more than being buried in your cunt to the hilt.

“I want you. I need your cock.” you whined out, brain a mush from the orgasm but still hungry for more. Jay loved how desperate you became whenever it came to sex.

“Wasn't so hard, was it doll?” he said, mocking your shyness.

He did not have the patience to beat around the bush, or even dirty talk you through. Which was huge considering he loved dirty talking.

He got rid of his boxers, pants already gone back when you two were making out. His hard cock slapping against his stomach, precum oozing out as he stroked himself.

He looked up to see you eyeing him with hunger in your eyes. He didn't have to wait more, without a word he lined himself to your cunt, rubbing his tip against your clit.

You both moaned out as his tip finally entered, the burning desire you felt finally melting as he pushed more and more into you.

You felt so full, Jay groaning and dropping his head in the crook of your neck feeling you so tight around him.

“Doll relax, stop clenching.” he said, rubbing the side of your torso, trying to calm you down.

He pulled out, only his tip in you. You whined at the loss of contact, but the sound was caught in your throat as he slammed back in you.

“God, you always feel so good, doll.” he moaned, grinding his hips harder into you.

You let out a long moan, hands coming up to grab at his shoulders. Your nails scratching his back, leaving red marks in your wake, as his hips piston in you, back and forth leaving your pussy a wet mess.

You wrap your legs around his waist, making him go deeper, if that was even possible. He set a fast pace from the start, not giving any thought to your overstimulation, he knew you liked it. “Jay.” you moan, you hold eye contact with him, knowing how much he loves that.

You've never seen him so desperate, his hips thrusting in you almost animalistically. His hands holding you down, making you take everything he was giving.

He angled his hips, hitting your sweet spot, your moans were drawled out and hoarse. He pushed his face in your neck, moaning your name almost in a daze.

He suddenly pushed your legs to your chest, bending you in half. His hips thrusting in you ruthlessly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Hah doll fuck, spot clenching so much.” he moaned out, hot breath fanning your face as his hips seemed to have a mind of their own.

You moaned his name loudly as you felt him hitting your g-spot continuously, lifting your pelvis to meet his every thrust. Your thighs were covered in your arousal, cunt dripping with slick.

His pelvis hitting yours and making loud wet noises, you were feeling overwhelmed. Your cunt squelching and sucking in his cock, wanting more and more.

Jay leaned in connecting your lips, pushing his tongue down your throat. You sucked on his tongue, spit falling down the side of your face. Everything felt hot, it was too much and yet you loved it.

He moaned loudly around your lips feeling you clench around him, he threw his head back in pleasure.

“Tell me you like this doll. Fuck tell me you like me using your cunt to get off.” he said, moaning after every couple words, his deep voice making you clench harder around him.

“H-Hah, fuck yes. Like it so much baby, I love your cock, you make me feel so good.” you said, barely able to speak with how fast he was fucking you.

Jay reached down, rubbing circles on your clit, just how you like it. He drops one of your legs from his shoulder, wrapping it around his waist. Wanting to fuck you deeper, make you cream all over his cock.

His eyes roll to the back of his head feeling you clench around him so tight, your pussy trying to suck him in.

Jay falls forward, his arms barely holding his weight as he continues to piston in you. He wouldn't be able to stop his hips even if he wanted to, the sex felt too good.

He mumbles rushed ‘I love you’s against your lips, rubbing your clit faster. Wanting to make you cum, needing to make you cum.

You arch your back, pelvis rubbing against his as you cum. Your cum making a mess all over his abdomen and running down thighs, but you know he loves it.

Jay's arms give out, feeling you clench around him. He finally let's go, thick spurts of cum painting your walls white. He falls forward, his face buried in your neck as he slowly rides his high out.

You both stay that way for a while, catching your breath from the mind blowing orgasm you've just had. Jay slips out of you, rolling over to lay down beside you.

“Should we just sleep like this?” you ask, tired out of your mind. You were desperately hoping that he would agree.

“Sure.” he said monotonously, pulling you closer wrapping his arms around you and pushing your head in his chest.

You wrap your arms around his torso, pressing a kiss on his collarbone. “I love you.” you mumble, although you were half asleep already, Jay knew you meant it. You always mean it.

“I love you too, doll.” he said, running his hands through your hair till he heard your breath slow down. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, looking at your sleeping face with adoration.

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~imgonnagetyouback by Taylor Swift~

Author's Note: requested! toxic as hell but so fun to write Summary: two times they broke up and got back together and one time they stayed apart Warnings: swearing, implied smut, toxic relationship Word Count: 4,283 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

One's first college romance can feel like dancing on top of clouds. The overwhelming amount of love, kisses, endless sleepless nights. Although, it can also feel like free falling with no parachute. Impossible and helpless.

She loved Luke like she’s never loved anyone before. He was the perfect person for her for so long. She has never felt so loved. She wanted nothing more than to never stop kissing his lips, tugging his hair, or feel his hands roam her frame. 

But maybe that’s all that kept them in love, the physical attraction. She no longer liked him as a person. He was cocky and full of himself, and would flirt with any tiny blonde that threw herself towards him. She hated it. 

She was slowly starting to hate him.

Which led to her standing in his dorm, letting the words slip from her lips. “God, Luke, it’s exhausting being with you!” she explained, her eyes filling with tears. Luke huffed as he rolled his eyes. 

“Do you think it’s easy being with you?” he offered, throwing his hands to the side. “You are so fucking needy! It’s exhausting! You wonder why I go out every weekend, it’s because I want to get away from you and your constant need for attention!” he spat. His eyes widened as he awkwardly ran his hand across his nose. 

He met her gaze, watching her eyes tear up. She clenched her jaw as her lip began to quiver. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry I’m tired from practice-”

“Don’t try and take it back! You meant every fucking word,” she said slowly as she scanned his features, he took steps towards her, breathing heavily. “We’re fucking done,” she expressed her eyes scanning his features, her eyes landed on his lips for a few seconds. Suddenly craving the taste of his lips. He lowered his gaze towards her lips as well, leaning towards her.

She pulled his t-shirt from her frame, leaving her standing in her bra. His eyes widened as his gaze lowered to her frame. Admiring the lilac lace bra, desperately wanting to unclasp it from her frame. A reluctant smirk formed onto his lips

She slammed the t-shirt against his chest as she turned to leave the small dorm room. He stumbled back.  “Where are you going?” he gripped the shirt tightly as he took a step towards her. 

“Back to my room,” she uttered as if it was obvious. He shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. 

“What? No? Not like that?!” he countered as he held the t-shirt towards her. “Just put this back on,” he let out.

“I am fine like this,” she spat out as she took a step away from him again. 

“Y/N don’t be like that,” he mumbled, dangling the shirt towards her once more. She spun around meeting his desperate gaze. Squinting her eyes slightly, her eyes lowered towards the small pout on his lips. “Y/N, please,” he pleated. She clenched her jaw, glancing back down towards the t-shirt for a brief second before she took a hold of the door knob, swinging the door open. 

She walked out of the room, sauntering slowly, not caring if anyone spots her. She’ll admit it, she looked good. It was her favorite bra and it made her chest look out of this world. “Y/N!” he called out, peeking his head into the hallway. 

“I live four doors down, Luke, relax!” she shouted as she flipped him off. He chuckled dryly as he watched her walk away. He loved watching her walk away, the sway of her hips. He clenched his jaw as he leaned his head on the door frame. Biting his bottom lip, he watched her turn towards her door and push the door open stepping inside. 

Luke took in a deep breath as he reluctantly stepped back into the door, letting the door slowly shut behind him. He stared at the shirt in his hands, her radiant perfume illuminated the room. She always smelled so good, like vanilla and sandalwood. Not that he knew what sandalwood exactly smelled like but he knew that was the perfume she always wore.

He pulled the shirt open, staring at the Devils logo on the front. He swallowed hard as he tossed it onto the floor. He pulled his phone from his pocket, quickly dialing Jacob. He brought his phone to his ear. Jacob answered on the fourth ring, “Hughesy,” he let out simply.

“I need to go out tonight, you and the boys wanna join me?” Luke let out as he let out a long huff of air.

“What’s so urgent? I mean we’re always down to go,” he let out, shouting towards someone in the background. 

Luke clenched his jaw as he looked towards the ceiling. “Y/N and I broke up. I need to be drunk somewhere,” he let out. Jacob gasped slightly.

“Dude, are you alright?” Jacob asked suddenly. 

“Yeah, it was coming sooner than later,” he explained while he slowly sat down onto his bed. His eyes staring towards the t-shirt on the floor, his eyes filling with tears. “Yeah, alright, out by nine?” he asked, Jacob hummed before Luke ended the call. He dropped his phone beside him on the bed. He slowly laid onto his back staring towards the ceiling. He blinked away the tears as he repeatedly clenched his jaw.

~~~

He sat at the bar, his hair covered in a backwards hat. His frame was covered in a short sleeve plain black t-shirt and dark wash jeans. It was practically the same outfit he would always wear when he went to the bars. He was smiling at something Dylan had said but he didn’t quite hear it as the bartender handed him another beer. 

It was probably the fifth one he had alongside the shot of vodka waiting for him to take. “Uh oh,” Jacob mumbled as he stared towards the entrance to the bar.

“What?” Luke asked as he brought the beer towards his lips, he shifted his gaze towards where all of the boys were looking. He froze as his eyes landed on Y/N. He slowly pulled the beer from his lips as he couldn’t help but scan her frame. 

The tiny, oh so tiny, lilac skirt on her frame. He’s never seen something so small on her frame before. His gaze slowly, so slowly up her frame, staring at the skin of her stomach, peeking out between the top of her skirt and the ends of her skin tight lace white top. His eyes landed on her exposed chest, he imagined himself trailing his fingertips along her skin. At once, his eyes landed on her lips, they were glossed with a clear glitter color. He slowly watched her lips curl up into a wide grin. He finally met her gaze, watching her smile falter slightly at the sight of him.

He shifted in his seat, leaning forward against the bar top. He clenched his jaw tightly as he stared towards the Bud Light label on his beer bottle. His cheeks were flushed red as he ran his hand across his thigh. 

“Damn breaking up with you did her right,” Jacob teased, nudging him. Luke shoved him slightly as he not so reluctantly looked back towards Y/N. Three guys were standing around her and her friends. Luke clenched his jaw as his eyes stared towards her thighs, her gorgeous legs he could worship for hours. 

How could he ever make her cry? How could he ever do such things other than make her feel good. He took a deep breath as he slowly met her gaze. She smirked as she walked towards the opposite end of the bar, to order from the other bartender.

He took a hold of the small glass, pulling it towards his lips. He threw the shot back quickly, barely cringing at the taste. He rested the shot glass face down before he looked back towards Y/N. She was leaning against the bartop, her skirt barely covering the curve of her ass, he was safe to say in deep trouble. “Fuck,” he muttered as he clenched his jaw. He needed to speak with her. 

He stood up from his stool, chugging the rest of his beer. “She’s-” he mumbled as he battled on walking towards her or towards the bathroom to clear his head. He stood a foot away from his boys who were all staring towards him fighting laughter. He bit his bottom lip as he choked out, “She’s gonna be the death of me,” Luke mumbled as he wandered towards the other side of the bar. The boys began to wolf whistle. 

Luke flipped them off as he walked through the crowded bar. She was still leaning against the bar, practically bending over. He walked up behind her, pressing himself against her ass as he leaned towards her. She quickly spun away, ready to scold the random man but shocked to see Luke behind her. She leaned her back against the bartop as Luke quickly placed his hand on the counter, holding her in place. 

“Luke,” she let out breathlessly while she stared at his lips.

He leaned towards her, brushing his lips against hers, “You’re impossible,” he mumbled as he urgently pressed his lips against hers. Sweeping his tongue against hers as he pressed more of himself against her. A moan caught in her throat as she pressed her hands against his chest, shoving him back.

She stood breathing heavily as she watched him slowly open his eyes. She clenched her jaw as she took a hold of his arm, freeing herself from his hold. “We can’t,” she mumbled while she began to walk away from him. He quickly grabbed her waist, pulling her back against his chest. He brushed a few pieces of hair away from her neck. He delicately pressed his lips against her skin.

“Who says we can’t,” he brushed his lips against her ear. She tilted her head back against his shoulder, breathless. “Come home with me,” he whispered before he kissed her jawline. 

“I just got here,” she let out breathily. He smiled softly before he ran his hand across the exposed skin of her stomach.

“Then I can wait,” he pressed his lips against her skin once again, “But you come sit with me and the boys, none of this,” he whispered as he guided her towards the end of the bar with his teammates. He shamelessly ran his hands across her hips, feeling the lilac fabric bunch slightly in his hands. 

“What’s this about?” Rutger asked with a knowing grin. 

“Shut up,” Luke said as he sat down on the stool, pulling Y/N down onto his lap. His hands grazed across the top of her thighs. Y/N smiled shyly towards the boys as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

~Two months later~

She slammed the door shut as she continued walking through the lobby of the dorm building that they shared. “Do not do this here!” Luke let out in a hushed voice, glancing towards the receptionist who was trying to ignore the obvious conflict. She walked past the elevator towards the stairs down the hall. “Y/N!” 

She spun around and met his gaze, she was furious. “You begged for me back! You were on your knees begging for me to come back to you!” she let out harshly. A girl left the stairwell, her eyes widened as she quickly walked past them. He clenched his jaw as he glanced towards the floor. “How could you do this to me?” she let out, a sob leaving her throat as she began to climb the stairwell. They lived on the eighth floor but she couldn’t wait for the elevator, or stew in anger with him. 

“I didn’t do anything!” he barked out as he chased after her. She laughed dryly as she stopped at one of the landings. 

“You kissed her! You fucking kissed her! You are fucking joking right?!” She met his gaze, she watched as his lips quivered as he clenched his jaw. 

“She kissed me!” he shouted back. She shook her head as she started storming up the steps again while she let out a sob. “She did! I stopped it, alright, I stopped it!” he called out after her, he quickly took a hold of her waist, stopping her in her tracks. She shoved him away from her.

“Your hands were on her waist, Luke! Are you seriously trying to tell me that you didn’t want to kiss her!?” she scanned his pleating gaze. A sob left her throat as she tilted her head back, “Please leave me alone,” she mumbled before she jogged up the steps away from him. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t want to kiss her, I’m sorry,” he expressed as he continued to follow after her. 

“Leave me alone,” she let out as she continued up the steps. Luke stopped short, in the middle of the steps. He gripped the railing as he clenched his jaw. He tilted his head back, smacking his head against the wall delicately. 

She continued up the steps sobbing as she finally reached her floor. She pulled the door open, spotting a friend of Luke’s enter the stairwell. She shook her head as she continued down the hall. 

Luke remained in the stairwell, staring blankly in front of him, breathing heavily. Dylan reached the landing, Luke was standing on. Luke cursed to himself as he met Dylan’s gaze for only a moment. He dropped his head. “Dude?” Dylan let out. Luke let out a huff of air as he lifted his gaze. His eyes were full of tears.

“I really fucked up this time, I really-” he stopped short as he shook his head. Dylan frowned as he hugged Luke. It wasn’t something they usually did outside of the ice but he could tell his friend needed comfort. Needed a friend. Luke reluctantly let out a sob before he pulled away. “This girl kissed me and I didn’t pull away,” he let out shaking his head, “God why didn’t I fucking pull away?” he muttered.

“I love her, Duker, I mean I really love her. Why do I fuck everything up?” he questioned before leaving Dylan alone on the landing as he walked down the steps alone.

“Where are you going?” Dylan asked. 

“I need to go somewhere,” he muttered as he wiped his hand across his eyes. He climbed down the steps as fast as he could. He has never been so angry with himself. The first time, he could mend things. It was easy, it was a horrible thing he had said but she forgave him. But this? This was close to impossible to forgive and he knew that. 

As soon as he hit the fresh air, he suddenly felt his chest tighten as he shut his eyes. He visioned Y/N laughing and smiling widely. It was quickly replaced by her tear streamed face that he caused. He walked as far away from the dorm building as he could. He needed to find a way to win her back. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but he was convinced it was possible.

~two weeks later~ 

She had been avoiding his calls for the full two weeks. She could not go down the slippery slope that was Luke Hughes. Though, each night she went to bed wishing he was holding her and each morning she wished he was kissing her neck to wake her. 

She knows that he didn’t intentionally cheat on her, she knows. But she still felt betrayed and broken. She wanted to know why he didn’t pull away, why did he kiss the girl back?

She has gone to her classes and she has gone straight back to her room, in every way to avoid Luke. She wanted to avoid the desperate feeling of wanting him back, wanting him to kiss her lips. She hated how much she needed him. 

She wiped the tear that fell on her face as there was a loud knock on her door. She sighed frustratingly, knowing it was her roommate. Her roommate has forgotten her keys a mere four times in the last three days. Y/N stood up from her bed and walked towards the door, swinging it open.

“How many times do I have-” she stopped short as Luke was the one standing outside of her room instead of her roommate. His hair was messy as if he had just woken up, he was very pale. The bags under his eyes were dark. She stared into his eyes, watching his eyes water slightly. She took a shaky breath before she began to close the door.

“No-no, please-” he begged as he held his head against the door; keeping it open. She clenched her jaw as she kept her gaze on his. “Can we start over? I know you can’t forgive me, I can’t forgive myself but I can’t stop thinking about you,” he delicately found himself pushing into her room. 

“I know I'm an awful person and I have been an awful boyfriend to you and you deserve so much better than I have been able to give you,” he mumbled while he took a hold of her cheeks, rubbing his thumb across her hot skin. “Please let me be better, give me another chance,” he muttered. She shut her eyes as she shook her head softly. 

He glided his hands away from her face, he took a loose hold of her shoulders as he glided his hands from her shoulder down the length of her arms, “I’m so in love with you,” he whispered as he pressed his lips against her jawline, her whole body tightened. She tried to hate the touch but she desperately missed it.

He slowly got down onto his knees, gliding his hands along her frame. Her body was thinly covered with a tanktop and shorts. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she began to be breathless. His hands grazed over her sides as his lips delicately pressed the small exposed skin above her belly button. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled again as he looked up towards her as his hands lowered from her waist, down to her thighs. God, he missed her thighs.

“Luke,” she let out breathlessly as he pressed a wet kiss to her skin. She ran her fingers through his messy curls as he looked up towards her. “You make it so hard to love you,” she choked out as her lips quivered. He slowly stood up, his hands grazing her skin the same way he did moments prior. She softened the longer his familiar fingertips glided along her skin in a slow seductive touch. 

His face was a mere inch away from hers, their noses delicately bumping into one another. “Why do you do this?” she mumbled as she ran her hand along the base of his neck, “Why can’t you leave me alone?” she let out as she leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his. He smirked as he met her gaze for a mere second. 

“Because you’re intoxicating,” he said as he breathed in deeply before he leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. She returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she eagerly jumped into his arms. He took a tight grasp of her thighs as he guided her towards the small dorm bed. He delicately placed her onto the bed as he climbed on top of her, steadying himself. He took a hold of her thigh, holding it tightly. 

She began tugging at the t-shirt covering his frame, desperate for him to be closer. It had been far too long since she was that close to him. He pulled away from her lips for only a moment before he tugged the shirt from his frame, tossing it to the floor. 

“So,” he whispered, breathlessly. She arched her back as she tugged the tank top from her frame, revealing a white lace bra. One of his favorites. His eyes instantly fell to her chest, lost for words. Lost for words like he was every time he saw her like this. She was beautiful, she was everything he’s ever wanted. 

“I can’t do this again,” she whispered as she tugged at the ends of his hair, “If you hurt me again, I can’t keep doing this,” she muttered. He ran his hand up her thigh as he held it up against his side. “We’re done if you mess up again, you got it?” she whispered. He nodded so urgently before he planted his lips against her collarbone, he began sucking on the skin as he trailed wet kisses into her cleavage. 

~A year later~

She snuggled against his chest as he stared blankly towards the ceiling, “Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked as she delicately pressed her lips against his chest. She lifted her head to look down towards his. He let out a long drawn out breath as he scanned her features. He slowly ran his hand up her back, running his hand through her hair for a few seconds before he glided his hand back down.

“I promised you that I would not mess up again,” he let out, his voice cracking as he met her gaze. His eyes softened. She pouted as she furrowed her eyebrows harshly. She ran her hand across his chest as she looked over his saddened features. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked again as she leaned towards him, delicately pressing her lips against his. 

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s the exact opposite,” he mumbled as he continued to glid his hand up her back. She glided her hand across his cheek as she leaned down and kissed him once more. He took a shaky breath, “I’m signing with the Devils, I leave in two days,” he pressed his lips together. 

She smiled widely, a small giggle left her lips. She leaned towards him, kissing him urgently.

“This is amazing! Luke, why aren’t you more excited!?” she let out as she sat up, covering her frame with the blanket. “We have to go celebrate!” she began to climb out of the bed, quickly covering her frame with her bra and underwear. 

“Y/N, he mumbled as he sat up, “It is exciting,” he muttered out. 

“We can go to the bar or we can go to Darby’s or-”

“Y/N,” he let out as he stood up from the bed covering his frame. She was wandering his room, collecting herself her old outfit she had on earlier in that day.

“I mean we don’t have to go out to dinner but we have to do something-”

“Y/N, baby, please,” he uttered. She spun around as she covered her frame with a t-shirt. She met his saddened gaze. Her smile slowly faltered from her lips. 

“Oh,” she mumbled. He took a deep breath as he watched her eyes slowly darken as she squinted hard. “You said that you didn’t want to mess up again,” she paused, “You getting the call doesn’t mean you messed up. This is great news,” she mumbled as she stepped towards him. 

He clenched his jaw as he dropped his gaze towards the floor. She took in a shaky breath as she scanned his features. He ran his hand across his nose as he avoided her gaze. “So what, you get your NHL contract and we have to break up?” she let out, nearly laughing at the words. 

“That’s not what I’m saying, I need you to realize that this isn’t going to be easy,” he let out walking around the bed towards her. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“When has anything in our relationship been easy?” she let out while chuckling nervously. “I mean-”

“Y/N, do you really think we can last long distance?” he choked out. He sniffled as he delicately rested his hands onto her waist. “I’m in love with you but I know you don’t trust me,” he let out. She rolled her eyes as she shook her head.

“I do trust you, Luke, I do,” she mumbled as she rested her hands onto his shoulders. 

“I’ve given you plenty of reasons not to, I know that. I know that this will break us,” he let out as a tear fell onto his cheek. “I don’t want this to end with you hating me,” he ran his thumb along her hip. 

“How do you know that will happen?” she asked as she scanned his features. 

“I don’t, but I would rather remember us lying in that bed, cuddling and happy. I don’t want to remember you crying over the phone because I messed up because it's only a matter of time before I mess up again,” he explained as he tightened his grip along her hips. “Please let’s just remember us happy,”

Her lips quivered as she scanned his urgent features. He didn’t want to end things, he wanted to be in love with her. He needed her, he needed her like he needed air. “I don’t want to lose you,” she mumbled as she stepped closer to him. 

“I don’t want to lose you either,” he mumbled as he urgently kissed her lips for only a brief second, “But-”

“I know,” she let out breathlessly. She met his gaze, nodding slightly. He kissed her lips, hungrily running his hands along her frame, sensually; perhaps for the last time.

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[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: post sex scenario-ish, nikto x fem implied! reader, drunken sex implied, idk what else. might marry this man

The worst part was after the sex. Your memories of last night were probably a blur. And for Nikto, well, he'd never let himself be so vulnerable as to forget a night spent with something as sweet as you. When you had first approached Nikto, he wondered if you realized how hideous and ravaged he was.​

Didn't have the time to pull his face mask up when you trotted over, begging for a night with him. He wondered if sober you, the one buried against his sternum, would remember the rough texture of his countless scars, of the mutilated bits of his body - if you would wake up with fear, screaming for him to get out.

Yet you never gave him the chance to cower - hide away his trauma branded flesh. Somehow your grip so strong, fingers curled into his own. A python-like death grip wrapped around his left leg with both of yours. Naked. His shirt.

Oh fuck.

Realization was really hitting when he felt your soft, elongated sigh against his jaw, lips rubbing the scarred texture of his skin. The fascinating texture you couldn't get your cold fingers off of last night, even when he let you flip positions, in hopes it would lessen this touchy, needy state of yours. Nikto only achieved the opposite. You grasped at his fingers for support, hips rolling as you whimpered, letting him muffle your explicit sounds with his finger tips pressing to your lips, mesmerized by how effortlessly soft your skin was.

He was staring at you like he loved you.

And maybe you were just really drunk, lost by the feeling of his cock bruising your pretty cunt just to break entrance; followed by far too many orgasms to clear through the spilled word dictionaries in your brain. Whatever it was, you drew to a reckless conclusion. You slurred a kiss into his palm, whispering how much you loved him. A soft prayer he would stay until you woke up because he was just “so fucking hot” and you “wanted to make out with him again.”

Didn’t even fight back when he just shushed you and hid your face in his chest, desperate to not let you feel the boiling heat that surfaced in his face.

Too much for an exhausted man like himself. Couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around you, relishing in your sweet scent with the hint of smoke from the incense you burned. Smoke used to terrify Nikto, remind him of harsher times. Would make his heart throb and his body tremble - and yet the scent from you made him want to trace the vertebrae of your spine until you swatted at him like a small, feral cat.

The rigid sensation his dry fingertips mapped made the loud thoughts in his head blur away - even if just momentarily. The several voices which once ran rampant and rebellious within his darkest mind caverns had finally slowed. A single thought running through his mind as he curled the soft locks of your hair between his finger tips, tightening the grip and watching it feather down.

"How soft."

Not realizing Nikto had spoken his thoughts aloud, he was genuinely surprised when you finally stirred awake, a curious gaze in your eyes and a groggy "mhm?" making it's way out of your sigh. Poor man, cuddling you like you had his family in a room downstairs, eyes wide with fright, and his heart beat picked up pace. It surprised you, confused you, yet you just did your best not to scare the wild man that bubbled in his mind.

Buried your face back into his chest, kissing against his soft muscle. Biting a soft, pink hickey that flushed easily and licking away your own drool. Eyes glancing up from behind your lashes as you felt his body settle just a bit. Maybe if you were a little less in love with the big muscles and puppy, blue eyes, you would've taken his secure tighten around your body as a sign that he was about to dedicate his entire life to you. But you didn't - just let your eyes flutter shut and let your head plop back between his muscled breasts.

tagging friends :)) @yandere-kokeshi @kettlemouse @babybimbo777

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[holylulusworld]

A birthday dream (4)

Summary: It's your birthday and your harem gets bigger...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader, Russell Shaw x Reader

Side-Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (same reader)

Warnings: language, implied smut, mentions of smut (oral/fingering/anal), fangirling, RPF

Catch up here: Another dream (3)

Dream a little dream… masterlist

“Shit…oh fuck,” you moan loud enough to draw attention toward your bedroom. Ben, Dean, and Jensen silently sneak toward the door, huffing as you are going at it with Beau again. “Harder…yes…right there.”

“She’s fucking that cowboy cop again,” Dean grumbles. He’s not a fan of your new addition.

While you, Sam, and Beau tryto find a way to send Beau back into his world, Dean and Ben try to stay in your world, with you.

“Calm down,” Jensen shrugs. “It’s a phase. He’s new, and she didn’t ride his dick as often as mine.”

“Shut up!” Dean and Ben grunt in unison. “We hate sharing our woman. If you like sharing her with another dick, it’s your problem, not ours.”

Dean and Ben flinch when the headboard of your bed slams against the wall. Your moans and your lover’s groans grow louder with every thrust of his cock.

“She’s close, huh?” Beau asks while casually walking inside the living room with Sam. “Who’s the lucky one this time?”

Jensen, Dean, and Ben turn around like in slow motion to look at Beau and Sam. They gape at the two men and furrow their brows. 

“What?” Sam asks. 

“What are you doing out here?” Dean cocks his head to look Beau up and down. “Shouldn’t you be in there and press orgasm after orgasm out of Y/N?”

“I’d like that, but Sam asked me to help him with the books.” Beau looks at the books in his hands. “I licked her pussy this morning, though.”

Dean’s features darken. He squares his jaw and huffs. “I made her cum in the showers this morning. The first of many birthday gifts for our girl.”

“I fingered her until she squired while actor boy ruined her cute ass,” Ben smirks at Dean. They are still at each other’s throats most of the time. 

“Uh—I got cake and flowers for her,” Sam awkwardly looks at the cake and flowers in his hands. “A thank you for helping me leave the apartment.”

“You mean you fucked,” Soldier Boy cackles, but his smirk vanishes when you cry out a name they never heard before. Well, not all of them. Jensen ducks his head and averts Dean and Ben’s gaze.

“Wait…if Beau and Sam are here too…” Dean turns his head to look at Jensen, “Who’s in there fucking our girl?”

“Ahem…you see,” Jensen clears his throat. “I—I had this guest role in a series and… I’m afraid Y/N watched the episode last night and…things got out of hand…”

“You are telling me that you played another dude and now she’s fucking him?” Ben glares at Jensen. “We told you to inform us if you take a new role, Ackles.”

“Fuck, yes…Russell!” You cry out your newest lover’s name. “There…harder…fuck. You’re so thick.”

“I’m thick too,” Ben is done listening. He kicks the door open only to watch Russell slip out of your well-fucked cunt. “You!” He points at Russell. “Out of the room.” 

“Dude, relax. She wanted to have some fun,” Russell smirks, looking so much like Soldier Boy in that moment. You whimper, already imagining getting double-teamed by them. “How can I deny her?”

Ben ignores Russell completely. He squares his jaw and exhales sharply. “And you!” He points at you. “Down on your knees, mouth open. You will spend your birthday filled with cock. Preferable with mine.”

“Hey, she’s not yours only!” Dean storms into the room, already tugging at his flannel. “I will join the party.”

“Me too!” Jensen stumbles inside the room. 

“Oh, no!” Ben shakes his head. “You are the reason for the new guy.” He grins at Jensen. “You won’t get any for the time being.”

“Can I join?” Beau pokes his head inside the room. “Maybe just…watch or take care of her after you ruined her.”

“Mr. Cuddles his back. Great,” Dean sarcastically says. “Fine, get in here. You can have her after we are done punishing our slutty girl for dreaming of another man.”

You fake a sob. “But…but…Jensen wanted me to watch the episode. I tried so hard to focus on Colter, but Russell was right there. He looked so good, and I got…horny.”

“Look at our whore,” Ben taunts. “She can never have enough cock, huh?”

“So…if you are all done…” Russell walks back inside the room, a beer in his hands. He's still stark-naked but doesn't really care. He leans in the doorframe and sips his beer. “Can I have another round?”

“No!” All men grunt in unison. 

“Newbies wait for their turn,” Sam clarifies. “You can help me with the books…” He whispers. “Wait for your chance. She gets needy after a nap…”

“Sammy,” you pout. “That’s our secret!”

Dean quirks a brow. “Ya know, Sammy. For a man pretending to not wanting to fuck Y/N you are sniffing around her pussy all the time.”

“Dean! Don’t be so… crude!”

“Sammy,” you purr. “We both know you can get very crude when we are alone.” You smirk at the former hunter. “How about you all come inside, close the door and we celebrate my birthday the best way possible…”

“Fuck…yes…” They all say in unison. All men will be a lot to handle, but you will be damned if you don’t take the chance and have a piece of all of them.

It’s your birthday after all…

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#dean winchester #beau arlen #soldier boy #jensen ackles #russell shaw #dean winchester x reader #beau arlen x reader #soldier boy x reader #russell shaw x reader #jensen ackles x reader #A birthday dream (4) #x reader #female reader

[mochafrappiccinolatte]

This is a Jegulus birthday one-shot dedicated to the lovely, sweet, kind, talented, and most perfect @kat-m-toast. Happy birthday 🖤

TW: implied explicit content

Four things are true:

James Potter loves birthdays.

James Potter has never had a surprise party because he is so excited for his birthday every year that he always helps his friends plan him an elaborate party.

Regulus Black hates birthdays and elaborate parties.

Regulus Black loves James Potter.

It’s the fourth one that is the current cause of Regulus’ migraine. Presently, Regulus is sitting in the dark, crouched down in the Gryffindor Common Room on a Saturday night surrounded by rowdy lions, who he just cannot get to shut the fuck up.

“Do they truly have no sense of decorum? They are going to ruin the surprise,” Regulus thinks with an irritated huff.

You see, James’ birthday fell on a Wednesday this year. Which was a problem because he had quidditch practice at 5:30 am (the maniac) and what is there to do on a Wednesday? The Marauders, as usual, caused a giant commotion over breakfast, how they made every fork and spoon say happy birthday prongsie when touched Regulus will never know. They then partook in riotous revelry throughout the day, so you know, the same as any other Wednesday.

Regulus, the HBIC (head boyfriend in charge) planned a candlelight picnic on the astronomy tower. It was sentimental, cute, quaint even, their relationship did start on that very tower, after all. But, Regulus knows his boyfriend and his love of grand gestures, birthdays, and, sadly, elaborate parties.

This brings us back to number four, Regulus Black fucking loves James Potter. This means Regulus knows that, although James was grateful for their candlelit birthday picnic, he was also disappointed that his Wednesday birthday meant he couldn’t have a party.

Or, so he thought. Regulus isn’t the HBIC for nothing. So, he’s spent months meeting in secret with the Gryffindors (vomit), sourcing firewhiskey (surprisingly easy), writing Effie to get her to send James’ favorite cake so he can blow out candles (this muggle custom confuses and disgusts Regulus, but James loves it and it’s not like Regulus is a stranger to James’ spit), convincing Peter to “accidentally” lose the map (yes, Regulus knows about the map, no, they aren’t that discrete), convincing Remus to steal the invisibility cloak (yes, Regulus knows about the invisibility cloak, no they aren’t that discrete, like at all) and then sneaking everything up to the Gryffindor Common Room while Sirius distracts James (again, surprisingly easy).

But everything, every argument with his brother, every secret meeting with the lions, thank Salazar for Lily Evans, every trek through dirty passageways that Regulus sacrificed more than one pair of shoes to, hell, even the four nights of Regulus sleeping in the Slytherin Common Room that he traded with Barty in order to get the expensive firewhiskey (apparently there’s this thing Barty wants to try against the window and the floor that required him and Evan have complete privacy) was all worth it when he saw the look on his boyfriend’s face when the confetti flew into the air and everyone jumped up and yelled surprise.

Regulus has never seen James cry, embodiment of sunshine and all that, but even from where Regulus now stands by the stairs he can see the tears shining in James’ eyes.

When James finally spots Regulus, that’s when the tears fall.

“This was all you, wasn’t it, love?” James asks as he gets closer to Regulus, slipping an arm around his waist.

“Happy birthday, Jamie. I hope your surprise party was worth the wait.” Regulus replies, his lips against James’ cheek.

So yes, Regulus Black loves James Potter, and, if the show of gratitude he got in the Room of Requirement that night is anything to go off of, Regulus Black may be persuaded to like elaborate parties as well.

#james isn’t crying it was just an allergic reaction to being so happy #Regulus and Sirius definitely argued about who got to give James a birthday kiss after he blew out his candles #okay but also Pete would lose the map #regulus would’ve killed the Gryffindor during party planning if it wasn’t for Lily evans #barty is stealing his dads firewhiskey #happy marauders in this economy #Regulus Arcturus Black is a simp #Jegulus but make it birthday #jegulus #slight Rosekiller blink and you miss it #implied Rosekiller #marauders #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew

[sxcret-garden]

Jongho ღ 3:38pm [M]

ღ Ateez Jongho x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.8k ღ genre: (implied) fwb, roommate AU, smut (mean dom!Jongho, masturbation, reader fucks themselves with a hairbrush, guided masturbation, humiliation, spanking, degrading nicknames (slut, whore), ruined orgasm, he cums all over reader) ღ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamic

Desc.: In which your roommate and friend with benefits walks in on you getting yourself off on top of his bed with the help of a hairbrush, and he’s anything but impressed.

Author’s note: me: i don’t like mean doms!!! - also me:

Out of all the times he could’ve caught you getting off, it just had to be now. The fact that you're completely naked, sprawled out and on full display really isn't the worst part. Neither is the fact that you're lying on his bed, and not yours. No, the real worst detail about this is something entirely different.

"A hairbrush?" Jongho raises an eyebrow at you as he leans against the doorframe to his room, arms crossed and his burning gaze not leaving your figure. You gulp. You had been so close when he had opened the door surprisingly - you had apparently failed to hear him unlock the front door when he came home earlier than you had expected - and now the disappointment from your orgasm slipping away from you mixes in with the utter embarrassment you're feeling about being caught red handed. "Couldn't even afford a proper toy, huh," he scoffs, mockingly, and your breath hitches at his tone. He knows the effect he has on you, he knows it very well, but in combination with the shame you currently already feel, the wave of heat it sends rushing through your body is just a little stronger than you'd have expected it to be. 

You don't know how to respond, honestly. And so, while a part of you is still hoping he'd simply turn around and let you finish what you'd started, another part is desperately hoping he would continue talking, eventually saying something, anything, that would make this situation better in the slightest. However, he takes his time looking you up and down, letting his gaze wander your body as if it was the first time he's seen you naked and in a state like this, and his lips slightly part at the sight to give way for a gasp that is barely audible even to you, having all of your senses currently heightened.

"Keep going," he finally speaks. "I'll watch." You stare at him with wide eyes, not having expected this kind of reaction at all, but it's also not like you have it in you to disobey him, so keep going is what you do. You whimper at the sensation of the handle of the hairbrush gliding past your walls, almost all the way out of you, before you slowly push it back in and your eyelids flutter shut. "Look at me," Jongho commands, "while you fuck yourself on that thing." A whine makes its way past your lips, before you bite down on your bottom lip in an attempt to keep more such sounds from slipping out as you do your best to keep eye contact with your roommate. But no matter how hard you try, you can't withstand his intense gaze, and so you close your eyes a second time when you thrust the brush inside your pussy once more. 

A click of his tongue snaps you back out of it. That's all it takes for you to peek up at him again, and you don't fail to notice a hint of a bulge in his pants. Of course he'd get hard upon seeing you in such a pathetic state, trying to get yourself off on your hairbrush, because your fingers just weren't enough as a substitute for his cock. Not like the handle of the brush is, but at least it gets a little closer to what you're really craving.

"J-jongho..." you mewl his name as your fingers are sloppily working your clit, drawing circles onto the sensitive bud that burn like fire under your roommate's gaze.

"What?" he answers, while you begin moving the hairbrush in and out of you more quickly. It must be completely soiled by now - no way you can use that thing to brush your hair without thoroughly washing it first, but that's a problem for later. "Were so desperate for my cock that you decided anything would do at this point?" He hits the bullseye on first guess, and though that doesn't surprise you, it still sends a shockwave of pleasure through your veins, having you clench around the handle of the brush. "Show me how good you can fuck yourself on this thing," he demands. "Bet a hairbrush won't satisfy a little whore like you when you have the real thing standing right in front of you, huh?" An uncontrolled whimper escapes you at his words, your hips bucking into your hands desperately trying to find the right pace that would let you ride on the wave towards your high. 

"Fuck..." you mewl, still picking up speed and angling the brush so that with every stroke against your walls, it would be sure to hit that delicious spot deep inside.

"Lift your legs up, little slut," you can hear him mutter. "Gonna feel better that way."

"Mhmm," you let out a noise as you do as told, bringing your knees all the way up to your shoulders, and giving him a better look at your dripping cunt in the process.

"If you're gonna act like a slut, might as well look like it," he says, and his gaze drops to your ass. "Keep going. Nobody told you to stop." And you do, and the new angle really does make everything feel that much more intense.

"Shit, Jongho..." You can't help his name from falling from your lips as you close your eyes once again, hoping that this time he'd allow you to. 

"Need to be filled up so bad, hm? You don't care what gets stuffed into your cute little pussy so long as it's full. Admit it. You just wanna cum around something, doesn't matter what it is that gets shoved up there." His words resounding in your ears, you can't decide whether you agree or not, but you sure as hell do know that the way he talks to you is getting you closer and closer to the edge.

"Y-yeah," you mutter, in hopes he'd keep going, keep humiliating you like that until your orgasm comes crashing down on you. And then you hear rustling very close to you, and you feel a hand wrapping around yours, that's holding onto the brush, and he sets his own pace of thrusting the object in and out of you.

"F-fuck...!" You cry out as your eyes open in surprise, and you see Jongho hovering above you, now closer than ever as he calmly watches you writhing in pleasure underneath him.

"Too bad you can't appreciate what you're given," he goes on. "My cock would've been so much better. Hell, even my fingers. But you settle on a hairbrush," he scoffs, thrusting the object into you with such force that it makes your head spin as you roll your eyes back. "You really think you're gonna get off on this thing, huh? Don't make me laugh." At this point all you can utter are incoherent moans as you desperately keep playing with your clit, chasing your high that feels so damn close. "Aren't you embarrassed to be doing this on my bed? If you wanna get fucked so badly here, maybe you should've waited for me, hm?" And again, no proper answer will leave your lips, and with just a few more thrusts of the brush into your cunt, you're thrown over the edge.

You clench around nothing. The finger pressed to your clit isn't enough to keep you high on the wave of pleasure you'd been hoping for. Instead, you mewl pathetically, emptiness overtaking you as a rather weak orgasm comes to a halt way too soon. He pulled out just as you reached your high, and now he's kneeling there in front of you, throwing the soiled brush to the side, and even though you prepare yourself for what's to come as he lifts up his right hand, you still cry out as it comes flying to your ass. You hiss at the tingling pain that remains, no warm palm rubbing soothing circles onto the spot to ease it right away. Instead, a second smack, making you arch your back in pain and pleasure as you moan. And then a third one, and when you open your eyes to look at Jongho, you can't accurately read the expression currently sitting on his face, and it makes you nervous.

"Should've thought things through beforehand, huh?" That's all he says, before he unzips his pants and pulls down his boxers to let his cock spring free. With only a few thrusts of his large hand it's grown to its full size, and as your body remembers what it feels like to have him inside you, you gasp. "You want this?" he mutters darkly, while jerking himself off at an unhurried pace.

"Y-yeah..." you say, unable to take your eyes off him. Your roommate huffs, a hint of amusement sparking in his eyes.

"And you think you're gonna get that?" Hearing him pose his question, you're sure you already know the answer. But you keep hoping anyway, and so you can't but beg.

"Please... gonna be good from now on..."

"A good little slut for me?" Precum leaks from the tip, and when his fist reaches it he spreads it all over his length in one swift motion.

"Yeah..."

"Cute," he says, his hand moving a bit faster yet. "Then do what good little sluts do and hold still." Hope dies last, they say, but as you watch the features on his face contort and his breath grows heavier, you know not to expect to be satisfied today. However, you can't bring yourself to disobey either, and so you lie there and watch as he makes himself cum with a groan, his seed spurting all over you. Painted in white from your chest down to your belly button, your vision goes blurry for a second, before Jongho catches his breath and he pulls his pants back up. Getting off the bed, you watch in disbelief as he walks out the room as you’re covered in the mess you caused, but when moments later he reappears with a towel in his hands you let out a sigh of relief. He sits down beside you, leaning in so his lips hover just above your ear.

"All of that could've gone inside of you," he mutters, the thought alone drawing a whine out of you. "Stuffed full not only with my cock, but with my cum too. You would've liked that, hm?" He brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face, but to be honest the loving gesture only makes you feel conflicted. "Clean yourself, baby," he commands, handing you the towel. "And maybe if you're being good I'll remind you of who can satisfy your greedy little cunt best later on."

#ateez smut #jongho smut #ateez x reader #ateez x fem reader #ateez imagines #jongho x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez drabbles #jongho imagines #smut

[mybelovednick]

Worship Me For the Night is Young

(NICK STURNIOLO ONESHOT)

This is my first ever request so please be kind

T/N: blood, graphic description of bodies, implied smut

Summary: Prince Nicolas has been in love with the Royal General, Philias. But due to unfortunate circumstances, the prince falls ill and the general is ordered by the king to be exiled to a dangerous border with a brutal war along with his troops. Tonight is the the last night that the both of them will ever see each other.

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“You asked for me? Your Highness.” I entered Prince Nicolas’s chamber.

The prince simply nodded. I bowed and stepped closer towards him. He was paler than usual. The candles on his bedside table shed warm light on his moonlit skin.

Nicolas was sick and bed ridden for a few weeks now. The king had the best physicians from all over the country to nurse him back to health.

He opened his eyes lazily and turned his head towards me. I always forgot how deeply blue his eyes were.  The shade of blue that melted right off the summer sky. His eyes reminded me of summer, always.

“When are you leaving?” He asked me. His voice was steady with a princely authority that was not affected by his deteriorating health. But I could feel a sharp sting of sadness that he was holding behind his throat.

“The King ordered me to lead the army to Calica tomorrow morning.” I replied.

The prince seemed to wince by shutting his eyes forcefully. He moved his head away from me to look at the yellowish moon that was peeking through the heavily embroidered curtains.

He was silent. The chamber was silent as well, apart from the occasional cackling of the fire that kept the chamber warm in February or the cold wind that made the bare branches of the pine trees rustle against the glass window.

I watched Nicolas. Once, so full of life and the brightest smile and the mind of gold; now dull with a permanent frown on his brow from the pulsating pain from his chest that the physicians kept assuring would die down soon.

I could cry right then and there. I wish I could hold him again. Hug him and somehow let the pain flow through our arms into me. Somehow. I missed his lips pressing into mine. I missed how he would embrace me like he was drinking every last drop of my soul. I missed his smile when he would ask me if we could run away from these wretched duties of royalty and live in peace, just the two of us forever; and I’d reply, “One day.”

“Philias…” It was no longer the princely voice this time. It was simply Nicolas. My name seemed so foreign in his tongue although he had called me by my name a thousand times before.

Nicolas attempted to get up from his bed. Seeing him struggle, I tried to help but he raised his hand towards me, clearly gesturing me to not get closer to him. He managed to sit upright on his bed. He was wearing a shear white robe that went past his knees. His hair was dishevelled but he still managed to look princely with the pearl earrings being the only form of adornment on his body.

Even his grief felt palpable to me. “Does father know about us, Philias?”

“Y-yes, your highness.” I couldn’t help but stutter. The prince’s head was still fixated on the floor beneath him, as if he was examining the carpet and the impossible patterns that the best weavers had woven into that piece of fabric.

“Is this why he is sending one of his best generals to fight the terrible war in the Calican border?”

We were both silent.

“I am sure whatever his Majesty does, he does it in the best interest of the coun-“ I was interrupted by a glass plate shattering against the wall. “SHUT UP!” Nicolas yelled.

“You might be the best warrior of this hell bound country.” The prince spat his words, “But I know you are nothing but a fucking coward of a man. Not better than a dog that barks all night but hides once the hunter shows up in the day.”

His words had every ounce of venom that he had kept bottled inside of him. I said nothing.

“Take me with you, Philias.”

“I am sorry, but your health-“

Nicolas shot up from his bed, grabbed his knife and pinned me against the wall. I was an inch taller than him but he had the knife pressed against my throat.

I did not dare to breathe.

“You dare call the prince weak? General, Sir Philias.”  He smiled crookedly.

His body was radiating heat just like the chamber fire. Even if it was just for a moment, I saw the glimmer of playfulness in his eyes again.

“You think this is funny?” Nicolas pushed the blade closer making a slight incision on my skin. And I winced.

He kept staring at me, expecting me to say something but I didn’t.

At last he threw the blade away and stayed still for a moment, “Do you even love me Philias?” He tore his walls down. I saw his eyes getting shinier and blood rushing around his blue iris. Tears were stabbing the back of my eyes too, like a hundred needles wanting to push out of my body.

“To the moon and back, Nicolas” I replied with my shaky voice. It was almost like a whisper. I didn’t know if he heard it but he buried his face on my chest. His nails were clawing into me as if I’d be taken away from him any minute.

“I wish I could..” He stopped and looked back at me again. This time his eyes were blood shot. “I wish I could stab my chest to alleviate myself from this pain.”

“Nic-“

“But whenever you are with me, it soothes me more than all these fucking medicines that they shove it down me. In what world do you think I would be able to live on in a place where you are not there?”

His voice was so tender. I could crush it with my hands if I could touch it in this moment.

I helped him get to bed again. He was sitting on his bed, hugging himself. I kneeled down on the floor beneath him.

After he was able to catch his breath again, he touched the wound on my neck. “It’s bleeding.” He said to himself. He crouched a little and I could feel his warm tongue on my skin. My whole body shuddered. I could smell his hair. He was so close; my whole body was fighting against my desire to touch him one last time.

“Show me.” He ordered me again, in a princely tone. “Show me how much you love me.”

It was hard to read his face. He was weary and tired but still had this hunger for passion. The skin under his eyes turned dark and grey. His rosy pink cheeks were now almost blue. His face had sunken with worry and did not retain the youthful plump it once had.

It came as second nature to touch his cheeks. “I wish I could.” He leaned into my palm and closed his eyes, forcing the last drop of tear to escape his lashes and flow into my fingers. “I never want to leave you, ever.” I kept fighting the tears.

The prince held my hand that was cupping his face. His hands were terrifyingly cold against mine. “Then don’t” He whispered, “Please don’t”. He guided my hands to the pins of his white robe.

“But-“ I tried to resist.

“Please.” Nicolas could barely make the words come out of his mouth, “Make the night last forever.”

I nodded. He laid down on his bed. He was still holding my hand so I untied the fabric. He led my hands towards his shoulders. I ran my fingers on his warm body and slid the fabric to show his skin that seemed like milk and honey with the warm candle light.

I pressed my nose against the soft skin of his base of his neck and under his chin. His breath hitched for a moment. I looked at him, “Are you sure?” I asked. He smiled at me and so I continued.

He smelled like herbs and warm rain from the sweat. I tried to breathe in all of him that night. His fingers were entangled in my hair.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your long hair?”

God I missed his smile, so much.

“Yes, your highness.”

Suddenly he tugs at my hair and feel my hair being pulled as I wince at the pain.

“Call me Nicolas.” He grins. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

I leaned in closer towards him and caressed his right ear, “Have I ever told you how much I love your ear, Nicolas?”

“No, that is a silly thing to love.” He chuckled a little.

I gently nibbled on his ear lobes, carefully taking his pearl earring off with my teeth. I could feel him squirm beneath me. He released my hair and I grabbed his hands by mine, interlocked other fingers and pressed it firmly on the mattress.

“I wish I could tell you how I love each and every inch of your skin.” I sighed as I rest my head on top of his chest. His heart was beating uncontrollably. It was echoing inside his hollow chest cavity. I could hear him breathe in and breathe out as his chest rose and fell, syncing to my breath.

“Then tell me.” He whispered in my ear, “worship me as long as the night remains young.” His eyes were shimmering with lust.

He was waiting in anticipation and eyeing my every move as to what I would do.

I traced the side of his cheek with my tongue and travelled down his neck and stopped at his collar bones. “Have I told you how much I love them?” …… “No.” he replied, barely audible.

I planted almost a million kisses from the ‘v’ of neck to his shoulders. Then I traced his arms with my nose, “Have I told you about this?”

“No…”

I bit the soft flesh of his bicep. And he shuddered, almost letting out a scream but he stopped himself. I watched his cheeks getting flushed and his ears turned bright red. I was immensely pleased with how his body would respond to every touch of mine.

The body never lies.

I traced the embroidered lining of his beautiful robe. I slowly pulled it off of him.

He arched his back so I could pull it further down. I did.

I couldn’t help but hug his torso with my arms. He felt so fragile under me. Like a porcelain doll. I was afraid one single touch could shatter his body into a million pieces. His body felt so sacred to me. If I could, I’d never stop worshipping him, ever.

After that, I drew circles around his chest with my tongue. Lingering on every part of skin that I knew made him lose his mind when touched. “How about this?” I asked mischievously.

“N-..no.” his eyes were shut at this point.

My hands travelled further down: to his abdomen. I was in awe by how gracefully his stomach muscles were tensing and relaxing simultaneously as he took heavy breaths.

I traced my fingers along the fine trail of hair that started right below his navel. “I surely must have said something about this?” I said teasingly. He said nothing.

He held my hair and pushed my lips against his lower belly.

I followed his hipbones as I grabbed him by his waist, “how about this?” I asked.

“M-maybe.”

I followed the fine hair on his smooth skin of his stomach.  I went lower and even further down near his thighs. “Have I told you how much I love-“

“Tell me again.” He whispered.

And I did. Over and over and over, for the night seemed to be young forever.

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[detective4blog]

I managed to write something slightly coherent and it's of course some angsty bullshit reunion moment that takes place sometime during season 4. Under the cut bc I feel bad making long posts. Also no spoilers bc I barely remember that season anyway.

Those deeply colored eyes were trained on his. The flecks of lighter blue seeming lighter with a slight joy, but drowning in the sea of rage induced navy blue fire. Those eyes were different, changed. Toughened from his past, toughened from his present; his eyes truly were like diamonds.

Still, they were Sebastian's eyes. Not the eyes of some sick criminal or twisted bastard...not to John, at least. At least he knew what happened after that pit. Sebastian hadn't died, and seemed to make a living for himself.

If clothes with dried blood stains counted as that.

"I want to make it clear that I don't care about the Holmes, either of them." He spoke, practically growling. "Keep them away from whatever fuck-all island the younger one wants to go to."

John was confused, vaguely remembering that there was some talk about someone, that Mycroft didn't want him involved since he wasn't family until Sherlock said something. "...why?"

Sebastian didn't look surprised by the question, but his silence proved he hadn't thought of a response to that question. "Spite, I suppose."

"No, I mean why warn me."

Longer silence.

"Mycroft would try to recruit me and Sherlock would just arrest me. Or talk too much and end up getting shot." The answer was said in a bored tone. As if either of those options would be an inconvenience.

John looked at the pockets of Sebastian's pants and jacket, looking for the faint shape of a firearm. That seemed to amuse the older, holding his arms out in a way that said "go on, frisk me".

Despite better judgement, John did so. Keeping far away as he could but feeling around for a weapon; gun, knife, or worse. He could feel how Sebastian's arms were larger with muscles. How he had another shirt underneath the plain button up he had on.

No weapon.

"I don't think you're a threat to me."

John raised a brow. Sebastian sighed, continuing to speak. "If it came to it, you'd hesitate to shoot me. And if you did manage to pull the trigger, it'd be somewhere that wouldn't kill me. You'd do the same if Stanford got involved in shit."

"I could break your arm." John pointed out. "Non lethal and would keep you from doing anything. Worst I could do there is make it a messy break."

Sebastian looked amused. "You'd have to grab me. If I had a gun," he made finger guns and aimed it towards John's midsection, "it'd be over. A knife, maybe you could get away with it. And you'd be betting on the fact that I can't use my other arm."

This wasn't how most people who went to school together and served together talked. Neither of them were normal anymore, it seemed. Too wrapped up in different worlds that intertwined sometimes.

"You said spite earlier. To who?"

The smile dropped from Sebastian's face at the question, eyes darkening. Not angry but mournful. "A dead man."

John crossed his arms at that answer, head tilting to the side. "You weren't always so closed about answers before."

That drew a bitter booming laugh. "You weren't always one for messy adventures."

Touché.

John stared at the man for a bit. He wanted to speak more, but what could he ask? What would Sebastian reveal? He sighed. "If you know Sherlock, you know I can't talk him out of anything."

The mention of the detective made Sebastian's face become sour with hatred. "You can try. Or not tag along. It's his loose ends to tie, not yours. You've got a kid to worry about."

John's throat went dry at the mention of Rosie. A slight moment of regret appeared in Sebastian's eyes but his face remained blank. "How did you hear about that? I haven't seen you since-"

"That dead bastard decided to keep getting updates even from the grave. Bit stupid if you ask me, since I certainly don't care what shape Sherlock's shot into the wall or your baby." Sebastian interrupted with a shrug. So casual about admitting that the man he knew spied into-

"Moriarty."

That got a reaction from Sebastian. His eyes flashed with every stage of grief, his body tensed, and his fists clenched. It all relaxed after a deep breath, eyes turning to the side. "You've gotten observant."

"Happens when you hang around observant the Holmes brothers."

Sebastian still stared at something towards his life. Likely nothing of importance, but something that was good enough to keep his mind off of the loss he still was recovering from. "I gave my warning. Don't get involved with all that. It's messy and it'll just ruin your day."

"What is 'it', exactly?"

"One of the many charming skeletons in Mycroft's closet." Sebastian finally looked at John again. His eyes were returning to the ones John knew; the ones that glimmered with playfulness and had a fire burning in the background. "Tell him I said 'hi'. It might make him a bit grumpy, though. I've been a bit of a problem for him, after all."

John was silent. Those rageful eyes from earlier were that of a criminal but the anger was not at him. Could it ever be at him? Curiosity would kill him, and heaven knew when he'd see Sebastian again. "Could you shoot if it was me?"

Sebastian stopped, his back turned and only ten steps away. "Pardon?"

"Could you shoot me?"

The man was silent. The longer it lasted, the more the possible answer started to scare John. What would he do if it was a 'yes, without hesitation'? Just walk away and pretend that finding out an old friend would shoot you if it came to it was normal?

"Probably not. You've got that kid to take care of, and I'd hate to take you away from them." Sebastian thought for a moment, a grin growing on his face. "'Sides, you've got too pretty of a body to shoot."

"Someone disagrees with you."

"Someone hasn't seen you naked, then."

John was about to comment that of course whoever shot him hadn't seen him naked before stopping. Sebastian's incident happened before he was shot. He didn't hear of that tidbit of news. He frowned, shaking his head a little. "You say that as if many people have." He instead said.

Sebastian shrugged. "I'm just happy to be one of 'em."

"I see you haven't changed."

Another booming laugh, this one with no traces of bitterness. John couldn't help but smile at it, rolling his eyes. "Besides, I don't even know who shot me."

Sebastian stopped, concern lacing his eyes. "Was it here or back then? Because if it was here, I can easily find who did it and-"

"It was during the war, Sebastian. Jesus, calm down." He forgot how scary his old friend could look when angry. Even more now that he bulked more muscles and was rather obviously a criminal.

The man just nodded at that, scratching the side of his neck. "Sorry to hear. Hope it doesn't bother you."

"Not anymore."

"Good."

Silence washed over the two again. It was obvious the conversation was being dragged on longer than it needed to be. John didn't want to let go but Sebastian was already drifting away like sand in the wind.

"See you around?" He called hopefully after the retreating blonde.

"...maybe. Probably not, though."

There was a sad bitterness in Sebastian's voice. It thickened his accent and made his already deep voice go lower.

He was still so readable after all these years. John watched him go until he couldn't make out which walking person was Sebastian, then went on his own way. He kept what was said in mind, hoping to bring it up whenever Sherlock was in a mood to accept ideas that contradicted what he wanted.

Even if keeping him away from wherever was just Sebastian being a spiteful bastard towards Moriarty one last time.

#fuck i have to tag this #sebastian moran #john watson #i can tag jim he got mentioned enough #jim moriarty #the holmes brothers #i'm too lazy to tag both #past john watson/sebastian moran #well it's IMPLIED but it's there. shut the fuck up. #rayx writes #i lost track of making this angst driven but more like angst is the backseat driver #i'm going insane. anyway i hope the person who was intrigued by me mentioning i was back on my bullshit sees this #idr their username and also i feel too awkward to tag them #i might also write some mycroft/sebastian stuff later idk. #been in a mood of 'sure mormor is great but the other sebastian ships are so important to me' #i should make a full fic dedicated to mycroft/sebastian #i say as if i don't have other full fics dediacted to other ships that i ABANDONED like a DUMBASS!!!!!!!! #in my defense. um. writting hardd

[sandersgrey]

Really hoping Blackthorns become to Kit what Herondales are to Tessa, Jem, and even, to a certain extent, Magnus

Where Kit will drop anything and everything to go help a Blackthorn, but by god he will complain about it

Like we already have a bit of it with Kit visiting, but that was with his family. I want him to fully make the conscious decision to pull a Magnus about it the next time a Blackthorn bothers him

#alex wont shut up #kit herondale #tda #kit x ty #sobh #twp #i mean isnt that whats implied to happen in twp? #i just hope it extends to the rest of the family too #like kit starts doing shit for dru and the other siblings bc hes like. fuck. fine. might as well #i just think itd be funny. and sweet

[crumbleclub]

Mike trying to rationalize why Henry is okay with his dad hurting him, even when Michael isn't okay with him hurting his siblings. Even when nobody is okay with Michael hurting his siblings.

It wasn't as bad, right? He never laid a finger on them. They were only words.

Maybe it's because Mike is older. This bleeds into his protests, his haphazard attempts to protect. "Please, he's only six." Don't hurt him. Don't hurt him the way that you hurt me.

William finds this entertaining. He makes note of these things, wonders if he'd respond differently if William tried something else.

Maybe it's because William is an adult. He learns not to trust anyone older than him, but to let them do whatever they want. He learns to freeze; to shut down.

This makes him an easy target later on.

Is it because Michael deserves it? After Evan dies, he's sure that must be it. Willian knew what he was, and he only gave him what he already had coming. Michael was a murderer, after all. He deserved everything anyone might do to him.

It was his own fault.

#really hinting at the plot point in ch 4 of blips here #i kind of talk around it bc people are cagier w that subject than physical abuse #but it's very important to me that you know it happened as a culmination of mike's conditioning #to just shut down and let people do whatever they want #it 100% wouldn't have happened without william being the way that he was. even though he wasn't present #and wouldn't be likely to do something of that nature himself #it's also related to michael growing up with a well meaning friend who doesn't respect his boundaries #as sort of a cautionary tale to actually teach kids these things #nobody commented on my themes yet so im just fucking telling you all lmao #fnaf #michael afton #william afton #character study #sort of #character meta #also sort of #mike's actual writing #cw abuse #implied csa #with the easy target line #and the ending line

[chaserofstarsandtheabyss]

Mother stop calling me your “biological daughter” challenge and using that to explain why you’re so upset at trans women competing in sports (impossible)

#I have watched videos and read essays on white feminism and Jesus fucking Christ my mom was hitting like every fragile point #it’s so UNFAIR when trans women compete in sports :(( #as the mother to a BiOloGiCal DaUgHTEr #like shut the fuck up #I’m just like … I don’t actually care if trans women compete tbh #and her just going like ‘well I don’t think it should be used against Those women in that particular case’ #when I argue that is disproportionately affects black womeb #or her obviously not believing me when I say that trans women face harder difficulties than she probably does #like it does not matter that you don’t think the rules should be used in that way #they WILL be used in a way that is detrimental to women and they have more so than your hypotheticals #I swear to god it’s the same argument for abortion #‘well I do think a woman should have an abortion if carrying pregnancy could be harmful to her but not other women’ #if it’s illegal it WILL be used against that woman #how can you not see that #like the law will be used in a way that’s demeaning to women #but because it’s not the women you care about it doesn’t matter #also side note #and completely unrelated #can she stop implying that I’m less beautiful or don’t want to be beautiful because I’m transmasc #that would be great

[thelambthatkilledthewolf]

Do you guys ever think about the fact that Elias Bouchard could legitimately have been/be addicted to cocaine?

Because I do

A lot

#listen if you think about it #Jonah Magnus lived in the eighteen hundreds #and it's heavily implied that he was a rich upperclassmen #and what did rich upperclassmen do when they met with their little friends? #that's right! #cocaine #social cocaine was a thing back then #and we all know cocaine is highly addictive #and tbh I don't think simply switching bodies would get rid of that addicition #so yeah Elias/Jonah could very well have an addicition to cocaine 👍 #(if anyone has any fics abt this pls pls tell me i cannot stop thinking abt this it's so fucking funny) #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #the magnus archives #tma #tw drugs #shut up mori

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

i still can't get over my roommate implying i was autistic and my friend pulling out her phone to show me the "i'm like if a beautiful woman was an autistic little boy" meme that she'd been saving for the occasion someone acknowledged it

#HELLO #guys i try so hard to be normal how the fuck are people noticing #ALSO WHY ARE THEY ACKNOWLEDGING IT #my other friend who is actually diagnosed with autism is also such a little bitch about this #if i flinch at noises or say something a lil too blunt he pulls me aside and goes 'are u having a tism moment' cause he's terminally online #just the audacity of people to point out that ur being weird when ur being weird. HELLO RUDE #my roommate and i had a long convo about this because she's Implied this multiple times #and the first time she said it in front of people. after we went home i was like 'do u really think im autistic' #and she went 'well you know i think it's a spectrum and you're def on it but also i know lots of autistic people who have happy lives!' #and girl what the FUCK. why are u so comfortable talking to me like that #i just got very very agitated because someone's phone was ringing for a whole fucking min and they were just ignoring it. what's WRONG WITH #HER. and im allowed to have sensory issues without it being autism ok shut the fuck up #anyways. i truly don't know how im supposed to react if someone says something like this. because a. im not diagnosed #b. people are far too comfortable armchair diagnosing me. like im not Trying to be different from what's socially acceptable leave me alone #c. but i also don't want to make a big deal about it because they're just jokign around but also the joke is that im constantly weird #can someone tell me how im supposed to react to this #honestly im kinda scared to post this on the autism website. #please don't be too mean to me

[adelacreations]

Me talking with @thediktatortot about this Bloodborne AU and making it the whumpest thing alive. But it also just me enjoying two of my fav medias.

Half of the monsters in Bloodborne could fit the upside down EASILY

#also the themes in bloodborne fit steve and billy so fucking well #just aaaaaaa #just aaaaaaaaaaaaa #i would lie anyone who is a tokophobe isn't gonna be a fan of bloodborne much #just the visceral feminitiy that just COVERS THIS GAME #also its implied that you are consuming mensutral blood #espeically when you get blood from the ladies in the game #listen i just #i cannot shut up about this game i love it so much