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A Little Something About The Tangy and The Tart

I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!

Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.

That being said, enjoy!

Warning: NSFW

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Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been. 

You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again… 

You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining. 

“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.

“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…

“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.

“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night. 

“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.

“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.

Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”

You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer. 

You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way. 

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Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ blowjob/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Third part: Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).


Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?

Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?

The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such.
Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…

You spaced out.
A knock on the door
And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him.
Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.

Y: Yes?

The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.

J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…

Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.

A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.

J: I can handle this just as well as…

Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.

Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.

J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?

He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?

Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.

J: Tsk…

Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.

J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.

Y: Excuse me?

J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?

That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least.
He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.

Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…

Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…

J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.

You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.

Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.

J: Fine, then.

And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…

J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?

He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.

J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…

Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?

J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?

Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas. 

J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?

Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?

You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…

J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.

The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.

J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.

And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.

Y: Whatever, just get out already…

That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.

Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?

J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.

Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.

You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.

J: You’re so cute.

He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.


Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.

7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.

You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.

He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.

J: Ssup, pretty girl?

He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.

J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…

Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.

A loud whine.

J: But, noona! You promised me a date!

Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…

J: Fine…

So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.

He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.

J: Noona, I’m hungry.

Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?

J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…

Y: I wonder myself…

J: Oi! You’re mean!

Y: No waaaaaay!

And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.

Y: Jungkook it hurts!

J: Khe hehe heh…

Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.

Y: Alright, alright I get it! 

More little bites followed

Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…

He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?

J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?

Y: Yeah…

J: Gonna eat them all.

He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.

J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…

Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?

A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.

J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!

Y: Good… I’m glad.

Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.

J: Here, have a bite.

A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…

Y: Mhmm…

J: Good, innit?

You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.

You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.

J: So delicious!

Y: True.

You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…

J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.

Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.

J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.

You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.

J: Ahh… My hands are cold.

He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.

Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.

J: Now, that’s a different thing.

Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?

J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.


He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.

J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?

His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.

Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?

J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.

Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?

The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…

He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.

J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.

Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.

You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.

J: Fuck, yes…

Y: Kookie?

J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.

His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.

Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.

J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…

He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.

J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…

He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.

Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.

Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.

J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…

You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.

J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…

Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.

J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…

Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.

You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.

Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?

J: But, noona…

Y: Shush.

You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.

Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.

Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.

Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?

J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder. 

Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then? 

J: What..Whhat?

The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.

Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.

You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.

J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…

Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.

J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…

That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.

Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.

You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.

J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…

It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth. 

It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.

Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.

He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.

J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…

You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.

Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...

Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.

J: I’m sorr…

Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly. 

Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.

J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?

He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.

J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?

He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.

J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.

His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.

J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…

He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.

J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…

You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Y: Kookie, I’m so close…

J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.

He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.

Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…

He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.

J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.

Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.

He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.

J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?

Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.

J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?

Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.

Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.

Y: Oh, please.

J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.

Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.

J: I love you, Jagiya.

thnksfrthmemrs  asked:

no idea if you've seen fma or not but like. shiro getting his nerves reconnected to his arm. vomiting, screaming, the works

okay, so I kinda went the opposite direction with the arm thing… *shrugs* 

Keith wants to run.

He’s never wanted to run from anything more in his entire life. But he doesn’t. He can’t. 

So he grits his teeth and keeps a firm grip on his friend’s flesh arm. His eyes flicker over to Lance. The other boy is gray and more somber than Keith can ever remember seeing him. He winces, breathing hard through his nose as the body they’re holding down between them bucks violently.

Pidge was helping Hunk at first but the situation has overwhelmed her. The screaming is getting to everyone and she was the first to succumb. She scooted back against a corner a while ago, staring with wet, shell-shocked eyes; she’s barely moved at all, except for the rocking. Tears stream silently down her cheeks and Keith wants so badly to comfort her, to tell her it’s going to be all right. Except that he doesn’t know if it is.

“Guys, you’ve got to hold him steady,” Hunk instructs from his crouched position beside the make-shift stretcher. His voice is calm, despite how much he’s sweating; despite the pressure on his shoulders to fix their friend and make the screaming stop.

Shiro opens his mouth again and Keith braces himself. But the older boy just arches his neck, glassy eyes searching frantically until Keith slides into his line of vision.

He’s trying to say something, but his voice is so broken and raw from the pain, the sounds are incoherent wheezes of clogged air. Shiro hasn’t been with them for a long time.

“Hey,” Keith presses one hand against the curve of Shiro’s jaw. “It’s almost over. It is. Hunk’s fixing you up, okay? Just hold on.”

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Lazy Morning Kisses w/ Yoongi

yatozaii said:Can I please get lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up with Suga from BTS? Please and thank you!!!


‘Mummmm…,’ Your son whines, his chubby little fists balling thickly around the chopsticks in his hand as he sits eating the breakfast you’d prepared. ‘It’s not fair… Daddy promised.’ His voice carries through the room in his umpteenth complaint of the morning before he messily scoops at the rice in his bowl.

‘I know he promised. He is still going to take you to the zoo.,’ You nod quietly as you shuffle yourself around the white marble bench of your kitchen, readying the coffee you knew Yoongi would need to get through the day. ‘He’s just sleeping still… he had a late night with Uncle Namjoon, remember?’

‘But he ALWAYS has late nights with Uncle Namjoon…,’ The pout that graces his small face is enough to bring a light smile to your lips, the resemblance to his own fathers so striking a short chuckle slips past your mouth. His dark shaggy hair flips messily across his brooding eyes, cheeks puffy and mouth drawing downwards as his lips protrude outwards. ‘It’s not fair!’

Despite your laugh, you had to admit that you agreed with your little man… The few hours of extra sleep Yoongi took after his drinking sessions with Namjoon seemed like years in the eyes of your 5 year old Junho. And with Yoongi’s excessively busy schedule, your son had barely had the chance to spend any time with him lately. The promise made by his father of a trip to the zoo this weekend had been all he’d been able to talk about for the week leading up to it.

But last night, Namjoon had come around. And when Namjoon came around, it never ended well for either of them. Too many bottles of Soju had resulted in a very drunk Yoongi crawling into bed in the early hours of the morning, drunk lips kissing you roughly from your sleep while Namjoon crashed in the spare room.

‘You’re right…,’ You nod, the idea of paying back Yoongi for last night too good to pass up. ‘How about I wake up Daddy, and you wake up Uncle Namjoon? Maybe he can go with you to the zoo too?’

Instantly, your son’s face perks up, his lips curling north as his shoulders draw upwards in excitement

‘Do you think Uncle Namjoon will want to come?’ He asks hopefully.

‘You won’t know unless you invite him, right?,’ You shift quickly to pick up a towel resting on the bench, dusting your hands briefly on it before moving towards your son. ‘Quick, go wake him up.’ Without any more prompting, he has shuffled from his chair and dissapeared down the hallway to the spare room.

Quickly, you make your way to your own bedroom, quietly edging the door open before entering. You take a moment to pause, eyes absorbing the view of Yoongi’s body rolled tightly into a short ball, covers pulled up to almost completely over his face. His dark hair is visible, sprawled messily against the white linen of his pillow - eyes shut tightly as his even and shallow breathing causes his mass to move rhythmically underneath the covers.

Soon you’re at the bed, pulling the covers back to climb next to him. Your hands reach out, lacing themselves against his arms to pry them open and slide yourself inside. Yoongi stirs slightly, his brow furrowing lightly and a small groan of confusion drawing from his sleeping lips. His eyes remain tightly closed despite the strong grip he envelops you with.

‘Yoongi…,’ You whisper quietly into the shell of his ear, placing a feather light peck against the flesh of his lobe. ‘Wake up.’

He doesn’t stir, doesn’t shift, doesn’t move.

‘Yoongi…,’ You try again, volume only barely above a whisper as another dusting of your lips caress against him. ‘Junho is waiting for his Dad to take him to the zoo.’

Your lips dot short, sharp kisses along the soft curve of Yoongi’s jaw, moving with loud puckering sounds towards the rounded fullness of his lips.

‘Baby…,’ You coo in an attempt to draw him from his slumber. ‘You promised you’d take him. He’s desperate to go…’ You punctuate your sentence with a final kiss on his lips, holding your mouth against his, lingering against his flesh with applied pressure.

His body reacts instinctively, head stretching forward as you begin to pull away, confused incoherent sounds bubbling sleepily from his lips. You have no idea what he’s trying to say, but it’s evident he is trying to kiss you back. So you let him.

Lazily, his tongue slips inside your mouth, a quiet hum of vibration passing between you as he lets out a sound of contented happiness. His arms grip you tighter, pulling your body closer to his as he invests himself in your body.

‘Yoongi.,’ You giggle into his kiss as your hand reaches up, pressing against his shoulder to create some space between you. ‘Wake up.’ He gives your lips a final kiss before his head drops, coming to rest gently on the cushioned pillow of your breasts. He curls himself into you, crawling himself around you as his leg drops over your own, anchoring himself. His face nuzzles softly against the plump flesh of your breasts.

‘No.’ He croaks.

‘Come on…,’ You protest, hand reaching up to rub calmly against his hair. ‘Junho is dying to go to the zoo, and it’s 10 o’clock already.’

‘No…,’ He repeats. ‘I’m tired… I’m going back to sleep.’

‘Are you tired, or are you hungover?’ You press, fingers slipping down his head to caress slow circles against the base of his skull.

‘I don’t know… but your boobs make a great pillow.,’ You feel his fingers reach up to your top, his index finger hooking itself in the neckline to expose your cleavage more. His mouth puckers a single kiss against the newly exposed flesh, before he nuzzles his head to rest against them again. ‘Good night.’

‘Do I have to bring Junho in to get him to wake you up himself?,’ You press, fingers tickling themselves into the hairline at the base of Yoongi’s neck. His body shivers slightly, but he doesn’t respond verbally. You let out a deep sigh. ‘Yoongi, he’s been talking about this all week… He’s barely seen you this month, and he’s so excited to spend time with you… Please, wake up.’

‘Alright.,’ He complains listlessly. ‘But for him. Not because you came and woke me up with your kisses.’ He releases you, moving from your breasts and arching his back to stretch himself against the sheets.

‘I’m just paying you back for last night.’ You chuckle, drawing your face towards his to kiss him passionately. Your hands lace against his jaw, fingernails tracing smoothly over it’s curve as you allow your tongue to pass through his lips into his mouth. He accepts it eagerly, his own tongue caressing softly against it before he sucks it lightly.

‘Mum!’ Your son’s voice carrying down the hall has you moving away from Yoongi instantly, the sharp break in contact with your husband causing him to let out an annoyed groan. Junho taken to the very annoying habit of barging in at any time, and lately you’d had to be on your guard more often than not. Your son bursts through the door as you sit up, Yoongi still laying lazily underneath the covers.

‘Mum! Uncle Namjoon said yes! He’s going to come to the zoo with me and Daddy!’ He doesn’t halt, torpedoing into the room to launch himself on the bed, the hurricane of his excitement too much for him to contain.

‘Daddy! Wake up!,’ His little body continues to jump, the mattress sagging slightly under the jolts of his movement. ‘Uncle Namjoon is coming too! Wake up! Let’s go!’

‘I’m up, little man.,’ Yoongi responds, attempting to grasp at his son’s feet to topple him over playfully. ‘Let’s go!’

Delirium {Aylumswap Sans x Doctor! Frisk}

_She was so good, so kind, so trusting, of those around her.

Even if they didn’t necessarily deserve it. _

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 Tip, tap, tip, tap, tip, tap, tip, tap.

 The sound of shoes on the pristine linoleum floor.

 The florescent lights casting a white glow on everything under them. 

 Was that her coming down the hallway? 

 He hoped so.

 He’d seen her yesterday, less than twenty four hours ago, but it felt like years.

With no clock to tell him otherwise, he had started to believe it actually _had _been years.

 All he knew was that it had been far too long since he’d seen her last.

 The knob on the door jiggled.

He jolted to attention.

The sound of a key entering the heavy padlock. 

 His eyes widened, the lights that served as pupils in his sockets shrinking to pinpricks in focus.

 The door opened a crack, letting light into his somewhat dimmed world.

 He stumbled to his feet, almost falling over before steadying himself.

His arms were restrained, locked in place by the straps of his straight jacket and reducing his balance to that of a newborn baby bird.

 The door opened fully, nearly blinding him with the intensity of the lights of the hallway.

And there she stood.

 "Good morning, Sans.“ 

 that wonderful wonderful wonderful voice oh how he loved the sound of it 

** **

 A flood of emotions washed over him at the sight of her, the sound of her voice sending him reeling

.

Happiness, at seeing her again.

 Relief, that she had come back even after last time. 

 Confusion, at why she left in the first place.

 Anger, that she didn’t stay. 

 Sadness, that he couldn’t make her stay.

 … Joy, simply at having her in the same room as him.

 Excitement, in its’ purest form, rushed over him once more and a smile, almost maniacal, stretched across his face.

He tore at his restraints, pulling and struggling, unable to use his magic to help free himself due to the nature of the cell he was confined in.

 Just like the other rooms that contained monstrous, magically-inclined patients, the walls were made of magic-proof padding that muted the abilities of the inmates contained within. 

 He whined, a keening sound directed at the woman before him and requesting her assistance in removing the offending restraints. 

 She obliged, and, much to his delight, came closer to unbuckle the straps and set him loose. 

 yes yes yes come closer closer closer please please please

** **

 Once she had unbuckled the last strap, his arms were around her, crushing him to her and leaving no space in between.

 "Miss Frisk!” he cried.

 Tears sprung to his eyes when her hand caressed the back of his skull in the softest way.

She treated him so_ gently_.

She wrapped her arms around him, returning the embrace.

 She laughed, that beautifully soft laugh that made his insides flutter and his magic spark inside his chest.

“How are you today, Sans? The doctors haven’t been giving you a hard time, have they?” She asked. 

 He looked up at her from where he’d buried his face in her chest.

“They pricked me again after you left yesterday,” he said, before adding in a somewhat pouty voice, “I don’t like it when they prick me. The medicine in the red vial feels weird.”

 She made a sad face.

She had been making those more often. 

 no no no don’t be sad smile for me smile smile smile please please please

 "I’m sorry to hear that. But…Sans,“ she said. “You know why they had to inject you. You were losing control again, and there was no other way to calm you down." 

 He held her tighter.

 He whined and pulled on her, signaling that he wanted to sit down.

She understood and they sank to the floor, Sans still clinging and showing no intention of letting go anytime soon.

 "You calm me down,” Sans said quietly, his head rested on Frisks’ shoulder. “Better than some stupid drug…" 

 She stroked the back of his skull.

His sockets fluttered shut, the sweet smell of her hair lulling him into a sense of security. 

 so good so sweet so wonderful so beautiful so trusting and all mine mine mine

 "I suppose,” Frisk said. “But I can’t always be here when you need me.”

 Sans buried his face further into her hair.

 "I have other jobs to do in the hospital, you know.“ 

 Sans dug his phalanges into the back of her stark white lab coat.

 "I have other patients to see, and take care of-" 

 ”Brother talked to me again last night!“ Sans blurted. 

 This stunned Frisk into silence.

She looked down at her small charge, her eyes widening. 

 Sans saw this expression and matched it with a teary-eyed look of his own, before trying to hide his face in her coat once more.

 Frisk held him at arms length, however; she refused to let him get closer.

 Sans often talked about his ‘brother’, an older,  taller skeleton monster who was supposedly held in a maximum security cell deep beneath the hospital. His presence in the institution was practically a legend, it being said that he was one of the strongest and most unstable patients, and only certain doctors and scientists were allowed to be near him; his powers included telekinesis, teleportation, telepathy(which is probably how he was able to communicate with Sans so easily), and other abilities that even the highest security prisons were loathe to handle. 

 It just so happened that Sans had those same abilities, however dulled down they were… 

 …And madness seemed to run in their family, unfortunately.

 Frisk stared into the eyes of her most prominent patient, his blue pupils staring back at her with an air of fear. 

 Sans didn’t appreciate being held so far away, so used to being kept close, and fought out of Frisks’ grip before falling into her and grasping around her midsection once more.

He couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t wrap her arms around him like normal.

 no no no no don’t don’t please don’t you dare turn away hold me love me i need you

** **

 "Sans." 

 Her voice.

 "What did your brother say to you?”

 He thought about it. 

 "He said,“ Sans paused. "He told me what happens to him…down in the basement.”

 Frisk set her hands on either side of Sans’ skull and pulled him to look at her.

“What happens to him?" 

 Sans was silent, staring into the warm hazel of her eyes.

He covered the hands on his cheeks with his own and looked away, worrying his bony lower lip between his teeth.

 "The doctors are really mean down there. He gets pricked almost constantly, and they shock him.” Sans stated. “He doesn’t get mad easily, but it makes him really angry when he can’t fight back.”

Sans stared off into the corner, seemingly focused on one point. 

 "They even make him wear this special face mask that puts sleepy poison inside him,“ He continued. "It makes it so he can’t move, and…so they can take magic from him. He says he hates all the people who work here, and that I should too.”

 Frisks’ thoughts went to a dark place. Taking magic…what did that imply? And what would happen if this ‘brother’ ever escaped? She shuddered to think about the carnage that would most likely follow.

 She didn’t notice when a blushing Sans added quietly, “I could never hate you, though.”

 never never never i could never hate you you’re my one ray of light in this hell

 "There’s one doctor he likes, however. A lady with red hair that’s covered in yellow flowers. She’s nice to him, he said. “ Sans continued. "She doesn’t hurt him when she goes in his room like the others. She just sits there and talks to him, and he likes listening to her, even if he can’t talk back. She even reads to him sometimes, like you read to me!” Sans’ manic grin was starting to show again as he got excited. 

 Frisk mulled that information over. A lady with red hair (by 'covered in yellow flowers’ he must have meant the hairpins she wore every day); that sounded like Chara, one of the emotional therapists assigned to the more…stable, less magical wards.

What was she doing handling one of the most violent patients in the facility? 

 Frisk didn’t have time to dwell on it.

 The intercom outside the room buzzed, signaling that someone from the main office was trying to call her.

 She pried the small monsters’ arms off of her gently (or as gently as she could given the death grip he had on her), and went to the door, leaving Sans on his haunches with small tears in his sockets. 

She noticed passingly that he was trembling.

That usually meant he could tell she was going to leave; which would most definitely lead to a bad time. 

 She opened the door enough to see the small speaker on the wall next to the door frame. She pressed the red button on its’ plastic casing, accepting the call.

 "This is Dr. Dreemurr, how can I help you?“

 The nasally voice of the receptionist answered. "Dr. Dreemurr? Yeah, you’re needed on the third floor. Recovery Ward B-2, the little girl with the head injury. She’s scheduled for a checkup today, and, just letting you know, you’re a tad late for it. Ms. Spinner told me to call and see if you were still in the mental ward." 

 Frisk rolled her eyes in exasperation. She’d lost track of time again. Dammit, why hadn’t someone called sooner?

 "Of course, tell Ms. Spinner I’ll be there as soon as I can. And tell her to wait until I get there to do anything. That poor little girl is still fragile and I don’t want her in any more pain than necessary.”

 As Frisk was ending her conversation, Sans was starting to get antsy. He pushed himself to his feet, head angled towards the floor. 

 He started mumbling under his breath, incoherent sounds and whispers flowing from his mouth as his hands clenched at the fabric of his pants. He stared at the ground, glaring, while his magic sparked in his socket and cast a blue glow in the low light of the padded cell.

 ”You’re going to leave now, aren’t you?“ 

 Frisks’ hand froze over the comms’ button.

 She slowly lowered it.

This happened every single time. 

 She’d spend close to three hours with Sans (more time than she spent with any other patient on a daily basis) and he’d still have a hard time letting her go. And while he’d never actually hurt her, the threat was still _very _real. 

Still, she furrowed her brow and turned to face him, determination sparking in her gaze. She just needed to be firm with him, like always.

“Sans, you know I can’t stay. There’s someone else who needs me right now.”

 no no no not more than i need you stay stay stay

 Sans let out a strangled noise in the back of his throat, more glowing tears oozing out of his sockets, down his face, and collecting in puddles on the floor. A sob shook him. 

He was trembling uncontrollably, looking about ready to collapse.

Frisks’ expression softened. Although she knew he was most likely faking it, Frisk couldn’t stand to see him so distressed. 

She went to the small monster, allowing him to cling to her. She rubbed soothing circles into the back of his skull. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow, like always. You know I’d never abandon you, Sans.” Sans sniffled, nuzzling his face into her shirt.

 ”Promise?“ 

 Frisk smiled at him when he looked up at her. “I promise.”

 Sans lowered his gaze back to the ground. 

He slowly, shakily loosened his grip on Frisks’ waist and took one trembling step back. 

 Frisk slowly stepped away from him, giving him plenty of space. She half-turned to the door, keeping an eye trained on the still-crying monster.

 It broke her heart to see him cry, it really did, but if she stayed to comfort him he probably wouldn’t let her leave for another couple of hours.

 Frisk opened the door and stepped out into the sterilized hallway. She closed the door behind as quickly and as quietly as she could. 

She swiped her ID card over the scanner, locking the heavy mechanism and sealing her charge inside. 

 Frisk started down the hallway.

 She got halfway to the elevator before the screams started. 

 Screams of agony and pain and anger, paired with the vibrant cyan of uncontrolled magic casting shadows in her wake.

anonymous asked:

" He’s seen Viktor so sick that he can’t remember his own name" i would love to see this if you're up for it!!!

@skatinggays @farashasilver @forovnix


“Hello?” asks Yuuri, knocking on the doorframe of the open bedroom door. 

All he gets in response is a disgruntled whine from the pile of blankets in the bed. Gingerly, Yuuri clambers onto the bed, peels back the topmost blanket, and is confronted with a mess of silver hair and baleful blue eyes. 

“Viktor, are you okay?” Yuuri asks quietly, looking at him.

Viktor blinks up at him. “Who?” he asks.

Yuuri raises an eyebrow. “You,” he says. “Viktor.”

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TWO | THE CLOWN | MASTERLIST

Summary: You moved to Derry when you were 12 years old, and, to your luck, the monster that haunted the town was nowhere to be seen. However, he had been able to get a glimpse of you–proceeding in taking the chance to sneak into your dreams for the next five years. Until he opens his eyes, yours would stay closed too. And only to crimson dreams.

A/N: I’m so glad some of you are enjoying this! Feedback always appreciated, xoxo. Also, if this isn’t making sense, please let me know. I’m trying to make the chapters shorter than I usually would have in my fanfictions because I frequently lose interest in the complexities and level of information I have to gather, and this usually comes with the expectation that I have to write a lengthy amount. 

Words: 3.6 K +

Warning: Uhh. Raw smut, blood. Uhh.. Dinner? 


His long, white-gloved fingers covered your throat. Grazing your esophagus and pressing down slightly where your temple was, you leaned your head back. Allowing for him to get a better angle of your pulse. Your cheeks flushed and the high-pitched giggles that bubbled on the clown’s lips falling onto you, the warmth of his saliva hitting your cheek and sliding down, sticking to your hair, that sprawled out underneath you. 

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Warmth and Pancakes | Jimin

Prompt: Warm, cozy mornings with Jimin

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Mm, I haven’t written in months… literally I think it’s been since September. All I wanna say is thanks for sticking around even though I haven’t written anything, because I know that’s why a lot of you followed me in the first place. Thank you, and please enjoy. Maybe take this as a small excerpt from Clockwork Dreams… a time in their life that was much less complicated.

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Sunday Funday (Finn Balor x Reader fluffy smut)

Alrighty, people! This is my first ever fanfic that I’m posting here! Hooray! Extra thanks and love to my girls @imagines–assemble and @alexispoo for helping me with this. Check them out!

Summary/idea - Maybe I could make a lazy sunday like fic with finn and reader but it eventually leads to sweet smut. A Sunday that he’s home and it’s all chill and stuff? Maybe like he makes you breakfast in bed just bc. And you repay him. In sex lmao idk

Originally posted by finnfuckingbalor

Finn yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as a ray of sun peeked through the blinds. He grumbled, sitting up only to glance to his right with a smile. There you were, fast asleep beside him in one of his old New Japan shirts. You lightly snored, your arm loosely draped around his hips and Finn couldn’t help his endearing smile as you curled closer to him in your sleep.

“Good mornin’, love…” Finn whispered, sweetly kissing your forehead while you slept. He admired your peaceful features, stroking your cheek with his thumb and you remained none the wiser.

Not wanting to disturb your slumber, Finn gingerly removed your arm and stealthily slinked out of bed. As much as he wanted to stay in bed all day, someone had to make breakfast and besides…What better surprise than breakfast in bed?

Clad in a loose vest and his boxers, Finn quietly left the room. He eased down the hallway to your kitchen to get some pancakes going. He washed his hands and dried them off before opening the fridge to get the batter. He took out a skillet from the cupboard and set out two plates on the island of the kitchen.

“Hmm… Why isn’t Y/n up yet?”, Finn wondered, turning on the stove and putting the skillet over the burner. The clock ticked away above his head from its place on the wall. 9:17 AM.

“Y/n?” he called, before grabbing the nearby spatula. “Y/n, time to get up, love!” Finn grinned as he heard you somehow manage to knock something over. “Guess breakfast will have to wait.” he mumbled as he turned the stove off and put the batter back in the fridge.

“I know she’s a heavy sleeper but this woman could sleep through the apocalypse…” Finn chuckled as he left the kitchen and walked back to your shared room.

You were still in bed but you’d turned in your sleep, shuffling over to Finn’s side of the mattress. It seemed that, while you moved around, you’d knocked the unsuspecting alarm clock off the bedside table.

Finn smiled fondly as you hugged his pillow. You’d managed to kick off the sheets in your tossing and Finn couldn’t help but notice how sexy you looked all rumpled and sleepy on his side of the bed. The “Prince is Dead” shirt you sported, from Finn’s days as Prince Devitt, had ridden up on you and Finn licked his lips. He drank you in, glancing from your exposed thighs and skimpy pajama shorts up to your hips, which peeked from where his shirt had ridden up, before moving to your peaceful features. Finn hummed, toeing off his slippers before crawling in behind you.

“Time to get up, baby…” he mumbled, kissing your neck as his hands trailed up your bare thighs. You made an incoherent sound as Finn’s warm fingers slipped under the shirt and splayed on your stomach. He chuckled when you squirmed and he nibbled on your pulse point, making all attempts to rouse you. You were still fast asleep, however, Finn’s actions were affecting your dream as you moaned when he began to rub your shoulders.

You were having a pretty uneventful dream, to your surprise, but enjoying said dream wasn’t in the cards as something kept trying to pull you from your sleep. You mumbled lowly, curling up to try and shy away from that incessant nudging.

“Mmn, Finnyyy…Don’t wanna wake up…” you slurred tiredly, trying to ignore Finn’s sweet words and soft kisses as his fingers worked their magic along your skin.

For all intents and purposes…you were fighting a losing battle.


‘Fuck, she’s so sexy…’ he kept thinking as his hands drifted towards the place where both of you wanted them to be. The kisses down your lower back and spine seemed to go on forever as his lips dragged down your body and towards the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your endless moans seemed to fuel him to keep going and, seeing as you were in a state of half-consciousness during this, you thought this was probably your most realistic wet dream ever. You didn’t really mind, though.

“Mmmn…Finn…Keep going, please…”, you whined as his hands came into contact with your wet folds, finally. As your hips started grinding into his hand, he chuckled.

“Awww, my darlin’s so wet for me now, isn’t she? Don’t worry…I’ll give you exactly what you need…”

He slid his hand out of your shorts and maneuvered you onto your back. The frustrated groan that came from your mouth was the only thing Finn needed to continue and soon, you felt a warm tongue glide between your legs with a beard scratching your thighs. You moaned, stirring enough to grasp at the hairs on his head which urged him to keep going. To Finn’s credit, you were barely coherent so most of your responses were out of you thinking this was all a dream.

Not that he was complaining.

Finn groaned at the feeling of you tugging on his hair, knowing that this was one of his few weaknesses. After a few seconds of administering his delicious torture on you, he used his left index and middle fingers to spread your folds open before he slid his right index finger inside of you, and then added his middle digit.


You jerked awake, opening your eyes to be welcomed with a glorious sight; your lover on his stomach, eyes fully trained on you and fingers working to only pleasure you. The pace he set was just right, and you could feel that coil in your body becoming tighter and tighter as he continued.


“God, Finn…You’re so good at this…”, you whined as you gave a rougher pull on his hair with an even firmer grip to keep him right where he was. His thick fingers skimmed over that one spot inside of you that made your back arch and had you releasing an erotic moan. “Please, Finny…Please make me cum. I really want to…” You were so close to reaching that ultimate bliss, to riding that wave of immense pleasure. You just needed one last push… 


Now, Finn wanted to really drag this out. He wanted to savour this lazy morning with you so, all of a sudden, the blissful sensations that his hands and mouth were causing ceased.

‘What the…What happened?’

You pried open your eyes to see a smug-looking Finn, licking the remnants of your essence off of his fingers and his lips.

“Finn!” you frowned. You were so close and he just…stopped. “You tease…I was almost…” you pouted at your Irishman, not taking his chuckles lightly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “I admit it was a great way to wake up and all, Finn, but don’t just leave me hanging…”  

“Sorry, love but I’ve gotta finish makin’ breakfast for us. Those pancakes don’t just make themselves, y’know…”, Finn smirked, looking you right in the eyes as you squirmed around in your rumpled sheets. He climbed off of the bed ever so slowly and made his way towards the door.

‘That smug looking bastard! How could he?’

Your brows narrowed as you bunched your sheets in your hands ‘Okay. Two can play at this game!’ you thought. “Finn, you better get your ass back here and finish what you started or else I’ll finish off myself and make you watch!” Now you sported a smirk of your own, rather pleased with your ultimatum of sorts as Finn stared with an unreadable expression. He licked his lips, letting his gaze roam over your mostly covered form and you shivered under the intensity of his stare. He slowly walked back to the bed and stood at the foot of it.

“Well…I gotta say that does sound tempting, Y/n…” he trailed his finger along your exposed calf. “Sounds like a hell of a show.”

You flushed, realizing your bluff had backfired tremendously. ‘Well, shit. What’s he going to do now?’ Your body shivered at the thought of all the sinfully sweet things he could do to you throughout the entirety of the day.

He looked at you and drank in your appearance. Even though you had tousled hair, lust-blown eyes and were panting slightly, Finn loved you all the same. His movements in your direction contained his love for you, and the way he looked into your eyes as he straddled your legs had your mouth going dry. His hands moved up your body and cupped your jaw as he drew his lips to yours.

“Love, you’re gonna be the death of me one day, lookin’ all sexy an’ innocent like that. Makes me wonder how you got stuck with me in the first place…”, he says against your bottom lip as he lays you both down on the bed. He leans up onto his knees and starts to slip off his own pajama pants.

“Stop being such a sweety, Finnabon…You’re making me blush…” your voice was muffled from covering your already red face from his lusty and loving eyes. ‘He really loves me that much, doesn’t he?’ His next actions proved you right. So very right.

He grasped your slightly trembling hands and took them away from your still blushing face. You opened your eyes and looked down to see Finn’s already hard cock standing tall against his stomach. The tip was already a violent shade of red and oozing pre-cum down the shaft.

“I want you to know how much you mean to me, darlin’. I want to be the only one to bring you over that edge you so desperately crave.”, he growled in your ear, rubbing his dick in between your folds and against your clit. “You wanna cum right now, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good and make you cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, Finn, make love to me. I’m ready. Please, I need it.”

“Alright, darlin’. Anythin’ for you.”, Finn said as he slowly slid the head of his cock between your wet folds. You both moaned at the feeling; you at the feeling of his thickness, and him at the feeling of your tightness. He slid out of you until just his tip remained, and then slammed back up to the hilt. The pace that he set was slow, but you were urging him to go faster.

“Finn, baby, go faster. Please.”, you pleaded while yanking on his hair once again. He groaned yet again when this happened, but maintained his slow thrusting.

“Not yet, love,”, he spoke lustfully in your ear as he leaned down. “I’m gonna savour this, this morning and so are you.”

You whimpered when your lover said this, but let him continue his torturous acts. Finn lifted your legs onto his shoulders and kept on bottoming out inside of you. Your moans and scratches along his torso gave him permission to keep going. All the while, he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears.

“You feel that, darlin’? This is one of the reasons why I love you. You’re always so ready for me. We fit so perfectly together, it makes me realize how much I need you everyday. In my life, in our bed, I don’t care. I just crave you.”

You blushed yet again as you tried to turn your head away from Finn’s loving words and burning gaze. You could feel the coil in your lower abdomen tighten more and more. You wanted to hold off your orgasm until the right time, but that wasn’t helping. He saw what you were doing and immediately dropped a hand to start rubbing your sensitive clit.

“Oh no, Y/n. I’m not gonna have any of that today. We’re gonna cum, and we’re gonna do it together. I want to feel you. I need to. So please, do me a favor darlin, and look at me’. Cum with me…Do it now.”

You slowly removed your still red face from the pillows and looked your lover in the eye one final time. You saw love and adoration in his blown-out blue irises, and that was all you needed to let go. You moaned and arched your back as that coil inside of you snapped and your fluids dripped onto Finn’s cock. His whole body shuddered when he came inside of you, warmth quickly spreading throughout your body.

Finn removed his hand from your now over-sensitive clit and his softening cock out of your cunt. The feeling of being empty inside made you whimper, but his warm embrace surrounded you as he laid down next to you. Your bodies were a mess of entangled limbs and the room smelt of sweat and sex. It felt like you were home. You were at home with Finn but you quickly remembered something.

“Finn, baby. The pancakes are still downstairs and you still need to finish them.” you accentuated this with a gently poke to his chest. “Don’t want them to go to waste now, do we?”, you asked as you moved away from him and towards the door.

“Darlin’, you’re not going anywhere for the rest of the mornin’.” Finn smirked. “You better get your sexy ass back in this bed before I drag you back here.”, he said as he made his way to you. He picked you up and dropped you back onto the bed. “Now go back to sleep…”. You could hear his breathing slowly pan out from behind your back and his arms slowly slid around your waist as he slid closer to you. You smiled at your cuddly lover, who was wrapped around you this morning.

‘Best morning ever.’, you thought to yourself as your eyes closed, and you and Finn both drifted towards a wondrous sleep.

 

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Fanfic reader problem #5

Second hand embarrassment!! Your character is doing something super embarrassing and you get embarrassed too. You seriously can’t deal with it and you throw your phone bc WHYYY??? Or you make those incoherent sounds. It’s basically the same reaction you have to fluff but it’s different.

dark-lord-of-cute  asked:

Okay but twins R and Ferre who go ghost hunting. Part of it is a scientific endeavor, the other part is a ghost adventures style 'if you're real, throw this brick at me' kind of ghost hunting.

Here’s a bunch of clips they have on old videos they took while ghost hunting

Ferre: if there’s any ghosts in here say something

R, mumbling into the video camera while zooming in on Ferre: suck a dick

R, slowly walking backwards towards staircase: if there’s a ghost in here why don’t you throw a brick at me-

R: /falls down stairs/

Ferre, silently zooms camera down to R who is on the landing: that’s what you get for angering them
—–
R: hey Ferre I brought a Ouji board-

Ferre, sighing: if we die it’s your fault

R: but if the footage gets found we can get a Hollywood documentary based on it

Ferre: OOOH FUCK- Yes cool okay

R, making loud incoherent sounds as he’s ‘trying to summon a ghost’

Ferre:… is that… are you doing the lion king?

R, makes eye contact with the camera: … maybe

R: If there’s any ghosts here can you tell me if my crush likes me

/floor creaking above them/

Ferre: see even ghosts can tell he likes you

R: shut up!

R, making out with Enjolras in an abandoned house

Ferre, zooming the camera in on them: if ghost movies have taught me anything.. they’re gonna die first

Confused Papa // Min Yoongi

Originally posted by vminv

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Hi there! I was wondering if I could request some domestic Yoongi? I read a lot of great smut fics (yours included) but I’m really feeling gross and fluffy haha! I love your writing keep up the great work!

Your husband Yoongi takes a trip to the store with your 1 year old son and get’s a little confused when it comes to buying diapers!

Language Note: Yeobo = a term of endearment used usually between married couples. Translates as something like “honey” ^_^


Pushing the trolley-cart with your 1 year old son Shiwoo safely strapped in, Yoongi made his way down the supermarket aisles while doing the weekly grocery shop. Usually, it would have been you in place of him, but today you were currently attending a busy meeting at your company, so your lovely husband volunteered himself to do it for you seeing as it was his day off. “How hard could it be?” he thought while on his way to the store – just a 10 minute walk on foot from your house with Shiwoo cooing and laughing in his buggy, strolling along and having the time of his life with his Daddy.

“Okay…we got all of the food…now we just need to get your diapers and baby mush, little man” Yoongi reached into the baby seat in the trolley, ruffling Shiwoo’s thick, black hair and beaming down into his brown eyes that he often compared to as ‘huge saucers’ from his Mummy. Shiwoo gurgled back in delight, making incoherent sounds and words up into Yoongi’s face while grabbing his own toes and playing with them, making Yoongi’s heart swell in his chest as he turned the corner down into the baby aisle.

“This should only take us a few minutes, then we can go home and start making dinner for when Mummy gets back. You’ll help me, right Shiwoo?” Yoongi cooed, making kissy faces down into his son’s face and proceeding to engage in baby talk that no other person could understand unless they themselves were a parent also. Yoongi was under the impression that buying the necessary baby items would have been a piece of cake, but upon taking a closer look at all of the brands of diapers, he began to lose hope.

“What’s the difference between the pink ones and the blue ones? Is it stupidly gender related? But wait…why are there yellow ones too?” he said out loud, causing several passing mothers with their babies to look at him and giggle silently before going about their business. He took no notice however, being so engrossed in trying to figure out and remember which ones you usually bought. He stood up, pulling the shopping list out of his pocket and looked down to see just ‘diapers’ written underneath ‘pureed baby food – red jars’. He put his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it while furrowing his eyebrows together. He had never even thought about having to decide between different brands – did Shiwoo need extra dryness protection? Or did he need longer lasting soft comfort? Did it matter what colour they were? Yoongi let out a disgruntled sigh, letting his jaw go slack while slightly pouting his lips together – the face he often made when he was frustrated or irritated; the face you so happened to fall in love with. He decided that enough was enough, pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning over the handle of the trolley, letting Shiwoo play with his free hand as he dialled your number – praying that you would at least be out of the meeting by now.


“Thank you very much Mr. Tomille – I’ll be sure to send that email as soon as I get home! Have a safe journey” you waved your associate off as he got into his car with his assistant. It had been a long three hour meeting filled with headaches and lots of disagreements, but you really pulled through for your team and secured a great deal for your division – making you feel on top of the world as everyone congratulated you. You made your way back into your office, picking up your handbag and coat to walk out of the door, when you seen that you had 4 missed calls from Yoongi.

“Oh shit” you breathed out, feeling panic set in as you fumbled to call him back. Your mind immediately went to the worst possible thing that could have happened and believed it to be true as you heard the call pick up on the other end.

“Yeobo, are you okay? Is Shiwoo okay? What’s wrong?” you stammered, feeling your heart thump in your chest as you began quickly walking out the front door of your office building on to the street.

“Everything’s fine (Y/N), don’t worry. We’re still at the supermarket” you heard him say calmly along with the faint familiar sound of the bustling store in the background. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling the state of panic slowly departing from your body as you unlocked your car doors and got in to the drivers seat, taking your heels off and replacing them with flat shoes for driving.

“You’re still at the store? Why? Sorry for not answering you but I was still in the meeting.” You said as you hooked your Bluetooth piece to your ear and set the phone in the handset, hearing Shiwoo gurgling from the other side of the phone and smiling to yourself.

“Okay, this is gonna sound so stupid but what diapers am I supposed to get for our Shiwoo? There’s like, a billion different kinds here. Why are there so many?” he chuckled, making you laugh out loud at how cute your husband was. You imagined the look on his face upon being overwhelmed by so many diaper brands while he asked Shiwoo for his advice on which ones to get.

“Oh baby, I should have been more specific in my note. Get the ‘Huggies’ brand – the ‘extra dry more play’ box. They’re white with blue stripes on the edges. Can you see them?”

Yoongi looked around for a few seconds, before spying the correct box that was sitting in front of him the entire time as he looked back at Shiwoo who was as usual, giving him a beaming, gummy smile.

“I got them yeobo, thanks! Alright, we’re gonna finish up here and we should be home soon. Where are you?” he stood up, flinging the diapers into the trolley before reaching over to the other side of the aisle and grabbing the baby food.

“I’m on my way back now. See you at home?” you smiled, hearing Yoongi’s deep chuckle as you stopped at a red light, watching 5 or 6 school kids walking across the road on their way home from school. Your heart surged in your chest at the thought of having more babies with Yoongi and being able to watch them walking to and from school by themselves in the future that you almost began crying right then and there.

“Yeah, but don’t even think about starting dinner when you get in. Me and Shiwoo are making you jjigae tonight – so just put your feet up and be ready for our kisses when we get home” he said softly into the phone as he curled his finger underneath Shiwoo’s chin, tickling him and making him giggle. You took off again once the light turned green, smiling with gross, unbelievable endearment for your sweetheart of a husband as you nodded and shifted gears.

“Alright then, I’ll let you two boys do all the work then. I could get used to this you know” you replied playfully, hearing Yoongi giggle as he approached the checkout to pay for all the groceries.

“See you at home baby, I love you”.

More questions I need answers to after the finale

Companion piece to this post (X)

  • Who the fuck was Cliff Blossom doing business with in Montreal? (hint: Hiram Lodge cos we know he has business up in Montreal too or that’s what FP said to Hermione in ep 8)
  • Why the fuck did Cliff Blossom kill Jason? (yeah yeah I know – bcos Jason wanted to expose his business, but I need more than just a narrative that emerged!)
  • Why the fuck did he kill himself? (consumed by guilt and shame – yeah, yeah – tell me something I can believe)
  • Who the fuck is the local component of Blossom’s business? (And it’s not the Serpents, I believe you FP)
  • Who the fuck wrote “Go to Hell, Serpent Slut” on Betty’s locker? Where the fuck did they get pig’s blood? And a voodoo Betty doll?
  • Why the fuck is Mayor McCoy branding Archie as hero? Up until the point he saved Cheryl, Archie hardly did anything - it was all Betty.
  • Who the fuck are attacking the Serpents? Does that mean Juggie will be harmed too? (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)
  • How much is Cheryl’s spider brooch worth? Does that mean Juggie is rich now? Or will Cheryl ask for it back since she’s not dead?  
  • Where the fuck is Nana Rose? Did Cheryl get her out before Thornhill burned? 
  • Where the fuck are the Blossoms going to live now? At their closest relatives’ - the Coopers? (*incoherent sounds*) 
  • Why the fuck couldn’t Social Services find a foster home for Juggie in Riverdale so he could keep going to Riverdale High? (I know, cos there wouldn’t be drama – but really, why?)
  • Why the fuck is Juggie’s mom over-extended? (Whatever that means – Sure, him being at Southside beats him going to Toledo, but shouldn’t she be assuming responsibility for him?)
  • Does a DUI really disqualify Fred from being a foster parent to Juggie?
  • Why the fuck does Ronnie keep wearing her pearls if she’s so disapproving of her daddy dearest?
  • Why the fuck is Hermione being a shady bitch when she had a mini nervous breakdown just in the last episode when Hiram’s bag was found with Mustang?
  • How the fuck can Penelope be so cold and unfeeling? (Sidenote: I hate her)
  • Does Alice know where her son is? What the fuck does quiet adoption mean? Was it anonymous? She went to the sisters when she was four months pregnant? Did no one know? Wouldn’t she have started to show?
  • How the fuck did Alice and FP both go to Riverdale High when they were from Southside? Did the school district thing not exist back then?
  • Does Jug not have his cellphone anymore? Why is he always calling people from phone booths?
  • Do those Serpents all know Juggie from before? (Sidenote: He didn’t know Joaquin and Joaquin seemed to be FPs most trusted sidekick)
  • Why the fuck did they not call 911 when Cheryl was drowning and decide to just ineffectively scream into space?
  • Did Hermione say something to Cheryl after Ronnie left? Is that why she decided to burn Thornhill?
  • How much is FP still not telling? (I don’t buy that Jason came to peddle drugs for him, I still think he asked his help to expose his dad, Jason planned on getting kidnapped and they were planning to get a confession on tape, but things went horribly wrong and FP is languishing in jail because he feels morally responsible for what happened to Jason)
  • Why the fuck did no one think to stay with Cheryl after she fell in the river? (They should’ve taken her to the hospital and left her there. Archie went there for his hand, didn’t he?)
  • What the fuck did Fred mean when he said Hermione was at a crossroads too? Like she had to choose whether to be good or evil??
  • WHY THE FUCK DID THE SERPENTS HAVE TO CHOOSE THAT EXACT MOMENT TO KNOCK ON FPs TRAILER??? (15 SECONDS INTO THE HOTTEST MAKEOUT I EVER SAW AND SECONDS AWAY FROM JUGGIE’S HANDS AND LIPS TRAILING OVER LORD KNOWS WHERE NEXT!)
  • Where the fuck were these Serpents when Juggie was alone and homeless? Plus they trashed the only place he called home and earned a living at with FP as their ringleader?
  • Just how pregnant is Polly?
  • How the fuck is Hermione mixing alcohol with Valium? (Sounds really dangerous)
  • What the fuck was the “something serious” Fred was gonna say to Archie at Pop’s at breakfast? (It sure as hell wasn’t about staying away all night, cos he seemed pretty chill with that)
  • Why the fuck did Fred get up from his booth to face the gunman?
  • How the fuck did Fred manage to get shot when we saw a moment ago that the gun was pointed at Archie?
  • What about those fucking guns? Grundy’s, Alice’s and now the gunman’s? Are they the same? Are they different?
  • Who the fuck sent the gunman?
  • Where the fuck did all that money come from, that was strewn on the floor next to Fred as he lay bleeding?
feverish

It was a Tuseday. You were working late, as usual. You worked at a restaruant in downtown LA, a small but popular place. The place had gained popularity due to some youtuber praising your hamburgers over twitter a year ago, and since then your boss had decided that it would be a good idea to close the restaurant at a later time than before. And since most people tended to come during the evenings, this meant he needed more starff at night. Which lead to you having to work the late shifts or no shifts at all. And since you had to pay rent in order to have a place to live there really was no choice.

You hated working late. Your boyfriend had a busy scehdule during the day, and since you usually wouldn’t stumble inside your own apartment until past midnight there were barely any time to see him. Your schedules seemed to constantly collide. When you had a weekend off he was out of town. When you had a night off he had a concert or some other fancy event he needed to attend. Nights used to be the time you could spend together, but work pulled you away. 

There were only a few costumers left, and you were cleaning some empty tables at the back as the clock seemed to have stopped at 11.01. You sighed. The last hour always went by in such a slow pase. Twentynine minutes and you could go home. If you were lucky and the traffic were light you could be home and cuddled down in your bed before the clock had even struck 12.

“Y/N!” your coworker and best friend Anna shouted from across the restaurant. You looked up. She leaned over the bar where she was situated and waved furiously with her arms. In one hand a phone dangled, dangerously close to slip from her clumsy fingers. “You have a call!”

You frowned. The phone by the bar were there for emergencies and emergencies only. Who could possibly be in such a desperate need for you that they would call the work phone twentyseven minutes before the end of your day?

You threw the towel you had used to clean over a chair and made your way across the maze of tables and grabbed the phone from Anna. She gave you a look filled with concern before going back to place new and clean glasses at the shelves behind her.

You pressed the phone against your ear and breathed out a soft, “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Ashton whined in relief from the other end of the phone. “Thank god. When do you end?”

“Ashton?” You sank down on a chair and waved your hand at Anna when she raised an eyebrow as if to swat away her worries. “This phone is for emergencies. You can’t call me to ask when I end. If you’d just ask Cal then you’d-”

“But that’s the thing!” Ashton interrupted you before you had any chance to finish your upset rambling. “It is an emergency.”

“If this is about you losing Luke’s key again so you can’t get to Petunia I will never speak to you again.”

“It’s Calum.”

Your heart sank at the sound of your boyfriend’s name. “What happened? Is he okay?”

You heard some incoherent yelling that sounded suspiciously much like Michael from Ashton’s side of the phone. “Not really. How fast can you get here?”

-

You hadn’t gotten any specifics on why exactly Calum was not okay. Not that it really mattered, if Calum was anything but fine you’d come running no matter what. Your boss had allowed you to leave as you had rambled on about an emergency whilst grabbing all your things, and you were soon in your car driving towards Calum’s apartment. You were worried. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend since the beginning of last week due to the band leaving LA for a few days and then practically living in the studio for another few. You had barely spoken besides the texts you both made sure to squeeze in each day.

What if’s of all kinds crossed your mind in a dangerous speed as you slowly got closer and closer to your destination. Scenarios filled with tragedy and accidents flashed before your eyes as you parked your car and threw yourself out. The key to Calum’s apartment felt heavy in your palm as you climbed the familiar stairs that eventually lead you to his door. You let yourself in, prepared for a crime scene of some sort.

Ashton bounced up from a chair in the kitchen, throwing himself in your arms before you even had a chance to close the door. “Thank god.”

“What’s wrong, Ash?” You pried his fingers away from your arms. “You’re scarying me. Where’s Cal?”

“He’s in his room.” Ashton pulled a few golden curls away from his eyes. “He won’t stop throwing up and I don’t know what to do. Michael had to leave and I have to leave soon and oh god, he’s so sick, Y/N. I don’t know what happened, he woke up like that but he’s just gotten worse, Michael and I tried some medicine and we facetimed Luke and his mom told us to just let him sleep but he has been sleeping forever and he isn’t getting any better and ,oh god, I don’t know what to do.”

“Ashton, breath!” You shrugged your jacket off and kicked your shoes off. “He’s sick?”

During the two years of dating Calum he had only had a fever once. He never got sick, but when he did he got really sick. No wonder Ashton had panicked.

“Yes! And I feel awful for calling on you when you were working but I really need to go and I-”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry.” you shook your head. “I’m glad you called. I’ll stay the night, don’t worry. I have the day off tomorrow.”

“You’re an angel, Y/N.” Ashton grabbed his jacket from behind you, glancing at the clock. “Call me or Michael if you need anything. Again, I’m so sorry, but I really need to leave.”

“Go! I’ve got this!”

After locking the door behind Ashto you prepared a tall glass of water for your boyfriend and made your way to his room. The lights were out and you could see the sillhouette of a body on top of the bed. After putting down the glass you began searching for a pair of Calum’s basketball shorts for you to wear. After chaning out of your jeans and into the soft material you placed tha glass on the bedside table and climbed into the bed. Your heart sank at the sound of Calum’s heavy breathing.

You ran your fingers through Calum’s thick curls, a soft gasp escaping as your skin came in contact with his heated forehead. “Baby? It’s me. Are you awake?”
After a few seconds of complete silence Calum managed a low grunt. You leaned down to drop a kiss on his cheek and was surprised to be met with two deep brown eyes when pulling away. His big eyes looked tired and glossy with fever. You felt yourself melt at the look of him.

Calum slowly raised a hot hand in order to stroke a finger down your nose. As he opened his mouth his voice was raspy, sleep still tugging at it. “Watcha doing here?”

“I heard my boyfriend was awfully sick,” you mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his finger as it left your nose and travelled across your lips. “so I came to take care of him.”

“I’m not awfully sick.” Calum shook his head stubbornly. “It’s just a cold.”

“Stop acting like you’re all strong and invincible. You’re sick,” you softly pushed away his hand from your face and sat up. “let me make you feel better.”

Calum closed his eyes, dark circles clinging to his face like bruises. And it was when he softly breathed out an “okay” that you knew he truly wasn’t feeling himself. Calum usually dismissed every little cold and refused to admit when he wasn’t feeling his best.

You settled down and curled your arms around Calum and sighed softly as he nuzzled his face against your neck. You pressed your lips against his temple. “God, baby, you’re burning up.”

That’s how you spent the night. With Calum craddled in your arms. Every now and then he would rush up, heading for the bathroom with his palm covering his mouth. You’d then spend a good ten minutes stroking his hair on the bathroom floor, whispering reassuring words as he sobbed of exhaustion. 

When Calum’s laid his forehead on the cold floor for the fifth time that night you softly patted his back. “Lets give you a bath. You will feel much better.”

You prepared a bath, helping Calum up on two wobbly legs before softly removing his sweaty t-shirt, his warm sweatpants. He sank into the water with the help of your shoulder under his arm. He sat there for a while with closed eyes as you replaced the damp sheets in the bed with new and cold ones and brought in a pair of fresh shorts and a clean t-shirt.

Humming quietly you grabbed a bottle of shampoo, your fingers scratching Calum’s scalp. An approving groan escaped your boyfriend. You worked your fingers over the wet skin of his shoulder, relief flooded through your body as the tension in his muscles finally softened. You slowly helped Calum clean, and then you just sat there, your arms around his torso and your lips against his back. His heartbeat finally slowed down under your fingers as parts of the hot fever seemed to seep out from him and into the water along with the sweat in his damp curls.

After what felt like forever you helped him get dressed. His big body leaned against yours for support as you shuffled towards his bed. Calum fell down with a deep sigh, his body curling into a ball the moment his head hit the pillow. Your heart swelled at the sight of him: damp curls, puffy face and feverish limbs. He struggled to keep his eyes on you as you climbed up next to him, but sleep pulled at his eyelids.

You pressed a kiss on his forehead before pulling his body close to yours, your legs trapping his. “Get some sleep, babe. You will feel better tomorrow.”

The room grew quiet for a few long minutes. The only sound coming from Calum’s heavy breaths as your fingers in his hair lulled him to sleep.

Calum eventually broke the silence with his whispered words. “Y/N?”

“Hm?” you closed your own eyes as his nose pressed against your neck.

“Thank you.”

You smiled to yourself, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers. “Don’t thank me, Cal.”

Silence. And then, a breath against your neck, barely audible. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

W&N Cresswell feels (Spoilers!)

Me yesterday, reading all the Cresswell scenes:

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Guys, I never expected in a million years, not only so much Cresswell in W&N, but SO MANY SHIPPER SCENES. And every single one was perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing! Just when I thought I couldn’t love Cresswell more:

- Cress calling Thorne “Carswell”. ^.^

- Thorne asking if Cress could use her hacking skills to his advantage at one point, and she goes, “I could. But I won’t.” and being all smug about it. Like, Cress wouldn’t do anything illegal just to please Thorne but Thorne isn’t even surprised. I’m sure similar scenes have already occurred before. I don’t know I just loved the whole panel.

- Them bantering about going to the gala. They are so cute and all sorts of adorable. I’m sure they couldn’t be cuter and more adorable if they tried. And it just shows how they interact in their relationship. I NEEDED THIS!!!

- The whole escort droid scene. Thorne going for the one that looks like Cress (because it’s modeled after her) and then totally falls in love … with the one that looks like him, haha. :D

- And seriously, can we talk about how Thorne looks when he thinks he angered Cress by suggesting going with “Cress”-bot instead? Cress is not a timid girl who can’t speak her mind. And Thorne is not the one who holds the power in the relationship. This is their post-“Winter” relationship and we got to see it!!!

- Thorne being all sorts of worried when Cress gets sick and takes care of her!!! THORNE - THE GUY WHO ONLY EVER LOOKED OUT FOR HIMSELF - TAKING CARE OF HIS GIRLFRIEND AND BEING ALL SORTS OF SWEET! *cries rainbow tears of joy* He prepared food “made with an extra helping of LOVE”! Like, this sentence is there and in black and white forever. I’m a hardcore Cresswell shipper and even I almost couldn’t handle the feels. *cries some more*

- Also, my poor pumpkin, always being sick. :( I mean it makes sense but still. But look at Thorne being all reassuring (“We still have our whole lives for me to show you the world”). Seriously, if any Cresswell shipper had been there with me, this would have been me:

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I’m so sorry but I would have just screeched into your ears for hours, then cried and hugged you. Guys, our babies! Am I hallucinating? I was seriously scared to wake up and all of it was just an amazing dream BUT IT’S NOT!!!

- And then Thorne still goes on to say that “all the phlegm and mucus in the world couldn’t make [her] any less beautiful”!!!! *incoherent sounds*

- Thorne’s speech when he receives the medal and publicly announces what Cress means to him. “This medal is for you, Cress”. I don’t care anymore, I’m just screeching and fangirling but I think I deserve it. It’s like Marissa came down from some angel-rainbow-sunshine-island, floated to Earth just to give her loyal Cresswell shippers W&N, with harp music and a floaty dress. And she goes, “I’ve seen what you’ve been doing. The fanfics, the fanart, the headcanons. Yes, you and @lovelunarchron, and @regolithheart, and @shanlightyear and @nothingtoseehere-move-along (and I know I forgot tons of people so don’t be mad) but here, this is for you. You gave Cresswell life and now, Cresswell will give you life in return.” I mean the plan backfired, because now I’m dead instead, but I appreciate the sentiment. :P

- Thorne being worried, even frantic when he thinks something happened to Cress. “If you hurt her, I will skin you alive.” I live for this kinda Thorne who is so open and shows every raw emotion! *swoon*

- And then it’s Cress who saves the day because of course she does! Who would ever expect anything else? ^.^ And she’s so smart and Thorne likes his girls smart, we know that, we’ve seen it in CGTBL, so of course he has to kiss her (and she’s WEARING HIS SHIRT!). And give her his medal for “bravery and extraordinary heroism”. Guys, just bury me with these panels.

I’m now in happy Cresswell-shipper-fangirl heaven. I had one one-shot planned that would take place during the same time as W&N and while it’s not canon-compatible, I can still try to work in snippets and hints of what we see about their relationship. I’m so happy right now. My babies. ^.^

‘One Man Town’ A vld Fanfiction

Prompt: Torture

Wordcount: 3179

Characters: Lance McClain, Pidge Gunderson

Ship: N/A

Title: One Man Town

Goddamn. This one took ages. It’s one of my faves tho. of the things I’ve written this week. Apologies to Lance in advance. 

Hope you enjoy!


Lance is woken by, what at first sounded like menial chatter, then he observes the hard edge to it. Slowly, he realises the voice belongs to none other than Pidge, and the second voice…he doesn’t recognise. With severe effort, he opens his eyes, at the same time attempting to focus on conversation.

“-hurt! He needs medical treatment!” Pidge yells to the other party, kneeling on the floor, protectively, over Lance.

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Another mini fic for ya! This one’s Logicality. Slightly suggestive at points but I wouldn’t say it’s NSFW. Based on the following prompt:

“Why are you still up? You should be asleep!”
“I’ve got a lot on mind, that’s all.” 

It was three in the morning and Logic was still awake. He sat at his desk with an open textbook in front of him. Plants. He’d read it all the way through a few times before, but it was one of his favorites. He could always return to good old cotyledons and vascular systems in times of need. His mind had been buzzing all day and reading helped to drown out the constant white noise and incoherent sound.

“Logan?”

Startled by the voice breaking heavy silence, he looked up to find Morality standing in his doorway.

“Morality? Is it time to get up already?” He usually came to wake the others up if they overslept. He was kind-hearted like that.

“No silly, it’s three in the morning,” Patton informed him. “Why are you still up? You should be asleep!”

“I’ve got a lot on mind, that’s all.” Logic closed the textbook in front of him. “Why are you up?”

“Anxiety was having a nightmare.”

“I see.”

Patton stepped into the room a bit more, unsure of whether or not he was allowed to enter completely. “What’s on your mind, Lo?”

“I’ve been wondering,” he said, propping his head up with his hand, “is Thomas falling in love? Because he and that person he’s been talking to seem very interested in one another.”

“Aww! Well, I think he is. I’ve definitely been feeling happier lately and Anxiety’s been a little less wound up. Roman has been bursting with confidence. It’s a beautiful thing, what love can do, don’t you think?” Morality had on his trademark bright smile.

Logan paused and thought on that for a moment. The truth was he had no idea. He wished he could understand what was so good about love but he knew he’d never see from the other traits’ points of view.

“I don’t know, Morality. I know nothing about love. I don’t feel love,” he stated, not meaning to sound upset.

“Don’t you love Thomas?” Patton questioned.

“I care for him dearly. I wouldn’t exist without him and my sole purpose is to serve him. If that is love then I suppose I love him.”

Morality paused for a moment. “I wouldn’t say that’s love, necessarily.”

Logan suddenly had an overwhelming desire to understand why everybody loved love so much. He wanted to understand. He wanted to feel things like the others did. “Tell me then, what is it? What does it feel like?” He asked longingly.

“It depends on what kind of love.” Goodness, there are different kinds? “But for romantic love I’d say it feels like… you’re so happy you feel like your heart could explode. And you feel warm inside whenever you see them or think about them.”

“That sounds like an illness.”

Morality chuckled. “I can’t explain it, Logan, you just constantly wanna lean in and kiss them just ‘cause. And when you do, it feels like magic. You find yourself smiling all the time and you’re constantly hyper. Like you’re high on the feeling. How great is that?”

Logan sighed heavily. I don’t know how great that is. I wish I did. “I guess I’ll just never understand it.” He got up and started walking over to his bed. He figured sleeping was worth a shot.

“No, don’t give up yet! I can help you understand it,” Morality offered.

He figured learning was worth a shot too. He walked closer to Patton, lowering his voice as if the topic was taboo. “You said when you kiss it feels like magic? I don’t understand that statement. Do you gain supernatural abilities? How is that a feeling?”

Morality paused and glanced at the floor for a moment. He looked back up to see Logic still looking at him. “Can I show you?” He asked quietly.

Logan tilted his head in confusion. “Show me?”

Patton nodded. He reached his hands out to gently touch his face. Logan had his arms by his side, unsure of what to do with them until Morality guided them to his waist. He stayed there stiffly as Patton closed his eyes, leaned in, and gently pressed his lips against the other’s in a sweet kiss. It lasted a few seconds and Morality pulled away.

“Like that,” he said, smiling.

Logan’s heart was beating significantly faster and louder, and he could hear Patton’s heart doing the same.

“Show me again.”

Much to Morality’s surprise, Logan leaned in first this time. His hands slowly slid down the other’s back as their lips met once more, this time more passionately. Logan still didn’t know what he was doing, but Patton’s hands and lips guided him. He pulled him in until their bodies were almost pressed up against one another.

Morality took a couple steps back until his body was against the back of the door. He pulled Logan closer by his tie, eliciting a sharp breath in. He parted his lips slightly and Logan did the same, melting into the kiss, welcoming the feeling of Patton’s tongue gently teasing him. He moved his hand from his cheek to his hair, running his fingers through it slowly, sometimes using it to guide Logan’s head or pull him in even closer. Morality took his bottom lip in his teeth and bit down gently, just enough to make Logan gasp once again and pull Patton’s hips in closer.

Morality began to slowly pull away but he felt Logan’s lips lingering on his. God, it felt so amazing. He could do this all day. He reluctantly pulled away when he noticed Morality begin to, and they stood there, against the door, gazing into each other’s eyes. They were both out of breath, hair a mess, but overcome with ecstasy.

Morality was beaming and let out a quiet giggle. Logan tried to fight his smile but looking at the other, centimeters away from him and so damn beautiful, he couldn’t help it. He let out a nearly silent laugh before whispering, “I get it now.”