bent over the top of the table

Partners with Benefits

Pairing: FBI Agent!Stiles x FBI Agent!Reader

Warning: NSFW 18+Only, Alcohol, Cursing, Rough Sex, Biting, Scratching, Hair Pulling and so on and so on. Cocky-Stiles.

A/n: This was a request, enjoy and let me know what you think of it.


Originally posted by allmyworry

Rubbing the fatigue off your face, you crash down on the bed, arms flailing by your side. You watch your partner start to undo his shirt and you sigh with annoyance. “Go to the bathroom before getting naked, please.” You moan out, not in the mood to deal with him.

Stiles laughs mockingly at you, slowly still undoing his buttons, his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He was teasing you, and the only thing you could do other than roll your eyes was drool over his body; he wasn’t the most muscular in the FBI unit but he was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

“How can you be so happy? We messed up!” You exclaim, sitting up at the end of the single bed in the motel room.

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Vanilla #2

Lance went back to his room and showered approximately 5 times, it might have been 6. This stench, this gross disgusting stench, he needed it gone. He needed to wipe away just how omega he smelled and along with it tried to wipe the status, rubbing his skin raw. It was the last shower when he felt it. That familiar nauseous feeling in his gut. That feeling that happens right when you know you’re gonna throw up and red lights start flashing and alarms start blaring and you need to get to a toilet as quickly as possible because you’re definitely going to blow chunks. The toilet was right beside the shower and Lance thanked his stars that he was so close. Of course, Lance knew, there was a god, and it did, in fact, hate him. In his frantic state Lance stepped out of the shower just a little too quickly and he went down, legs flailing and shoulder smacking promptly against the toilet seat. There was a sharp impact against the tiled floor and Lance was gasping for air, surprised he hadn’t thrown up due to sheer impact he made his quickest effort to go over to the toilet.

Within milliseconds, supper was up and out of his system. Tears instinctively rolling down his cheeks. He was, to say the least, the image of pathetic. Huddled over a toilet, convulsing every few seconds to rid his body of more proteins, his shoulder hanging limply, obviously something wrong with it. Lance sat there with sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, his mouth dense with saliva in a desperate attempt his body was making to soothe his throat. And there Lance sat, not daring to move for god knows how long. His tears didn’t stop but it wasn’t because of his sickness, it was because he knew why he was sick. This was his body trying desperately to rid itself of suppressants, trying oh so hard to make him as appealing as possible to potential suitors. Lance had to laugh to himself at that thought, with how pathetic he must look, ‘yeah right, this is sooo desirable.’ He mused himself. Lance sat in the bathroom, over the course of unseeable time, he had mustered a towel to at least cover himself with, but he didn’t stand up, he hardly had the energy to turn off the water of the abandoned shower. The blue paladin was certain there was a decent ass print in the tiles he sat on; or more accurately a decent tile print on his ass.

“Dinners ready everybody.” Hunks voice cooed over the intercom. Lances eyes fluttered open. Had he really been sitting there all day? He had returned to his chambers right after breakfast, was it already dinner? Had he missed lunch? He looked to the artificial luminescence that glowed a nice calming orange. It was evening. Wow. Lance couldn’t move. He wanted to, he desperately wanted to go and converse so he could pretend he was fine, but he legitimately felt as if in that second he could not move.

There were several moments before Lance dragged himself out of the bathroom and several internal thanks that he had decided to put his underwear in the bottom drawer. He remembered that conversation with Hunk who questioned him avidly as to why not the top. To be honest, Lance did it in a joking spite of his friend, but good god was he grateful now and never again would Lance cease to put underwear in the bottom drawer. He pulled briefs up over his legs and enormous mound of effort and then laid in half-defeat over how exhausting it was, and half-victory because despite it being exhausting he did it. Pants were… a slightly different story. He was cold, he wanted the warmth of pants but even his underwear was getting uncomfortably clingy. He put on a pair of PJ pants and decided that he literally had 0 fucks to give what anyone thought of his decision. That being said he threw on a t-shirt he forgot he owned and had somehow made it to his bed. He wriggled uncomfortable, every thread of fabric stretching in every wrong way, especially around his groin. He squirmed for a couple seconds but soon gave in to the constant cling of the clothing. With one mighty heave he stood up, using his bedside table for balance, though he was much taller than the top of it, he convinced himself it helped; however being bent over like this did not and he questioned whether or not he needed to go to the bathroom.

Lance shook his head and stood up straight, proud, strong, slightly light headed, very warm, very cold. Within seconds of trying to regain his thoughts and make himself presentable, he had plummeted to the ground in a heap, blacking out.

There was a soft humming coming from across the room. It was nervous and Lance couldn’t place the song, but the baritone was unmistakable. “H-Hunk?” He let his head flop over and felt his pillow underneath him. His eyes trying to open but shying away from the light. His voice hardly audible and sounding almost foreign.

“Hey buddy.” There was instantly a soothing hand on Lances forehead, rubbing his hair from his face. “How ya doin?” Lance finally thanked his eyes for adjusting to the light. Hunk had a concerned expression but still wore a smile. The blue paladin smirked weakly back and he grunted in response. “You gave us quite the scare there bud.” Lance closed his eyes again, finding the darkness less offensive to his eyes than the lamp that hunk had turned on. “Hey, hey don’t fall back asleep.” Lance groaned again “just for a couple minutes I need you to talk to me dude.” Lance shifted under the blankets, just now realizing how uncomfortable he was under so many layers. There was a second of peace as he readjusted but then his eyes flew open and he sat up as his body convulsed.

Vomit flew over the side of the bed, unfortunately, that was right where Hunk was sitting. Lance didnt see the yellow paladin but he heard a patient, and, understandably, slightly aggravated, sigh. Hunk didn’t say anything, he just rubbed circles on his friends back, Lance sat there, hunched over his friend, having just thrown up on him, questioning why he was like this. He opened his mouth to apologize but figured a bowed head would do, to his surprise a small whine came out with it and Hunks hand tensed slightly on his back, but didn’t stop. Alphas didn’t whine, betas didn’t whine, you know who whined? Omegas, omegas whined when they did something wrong. Lance looked down, he didn’t care, not when he was sweating through everything and still felt cold, not when his clothes wouldn’t set, not when his stupid groin kept rubbing cloth in all the wrong ways and he was oh so painfully aware of it.

“This isn’t a bug Lance… is it.” Lance meekly shook his head with 0 hesitance. Hunk was using a strong, still reassuring, authoritative voice, and when Lance flinched at the tone, it only proved Hunks theory. Hunk didn’t like using that voice, it was the voice that omegas listened to, his dominance voice. “When did you run out?”

“5 days ago.” Lances answer came out as little more than a whisper and what noise he had managed to make was course and rough. It suddenly set in that hunk knew and he flung his head up, ignoring the temptation to pass out again, he couldn’t, not now. “How’d you…?” His voice was still weak, but determined.

“It wasn’t hard, but to be fair im observant. Your smell was different, then Shiro and Keith acting far from normal, then you moping in your room all day… then I found you passed out on the floor with a bruised shoulder and a rank-smelling bathroom… the bruised shoulder didn’t really make sense, but I’ll ask later.” There was a brief second of panic in his mind but it melted away, he didn’t care, they’d find out and Keith or shiro would get dominant and… Lance tried desperately not to think of them like that… hunk was sitting here trying to be comforting and Lance, of course, had a hard-on because of these stupid omega pheromones imagining a sweaty Shiro and a desperate Keith pinning him down and- no. Stop. Stop stop stop. His underwear suddenly burned. “Then you woke up and threw up on me, then you didn’t argue when I used the alpha voice… and you whined.” Lance cringed at everything that was happening if he had the energy to, he’d cry.

“Please…” he breathed shallowly. “Please don’t tell them.” Hunks eyes sharpened “coran knows. He’s trying to come up with a replacement for the supplements.” Lance gripped a clean part of Hunks shirt. “Please just buy him time.” Hunk sighed again, Lance was pale and in a weak state, he looked at The man pitifully. Lance almost hated that look, if it wasn’t hunk he would have, he was a paladin of voltron, not some weakling to be pitied. But in his defence, he was hanging out of his bed onto his friend he threw up on, desperately trying to ignore a boner and not vomit… again.

So, yeah, Lance figured, this was a moment to pity.

…to be continued…

“Are you letting me win on purpose?”  You asked, glancing up at Klaus before focusing your gaze back on the pool table.  After studying the position of the balls once more you sunk the last of the striped balls, leaving only the eight ball and the rest of Klaus’ on the table top.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, love.”  Klaus smirked.  He was distracted by the way you bent over the table, stretching your limbs while you lined up your shot.  The way that your shirt rode up and bunched in a way that exposed an inch of skin above the waistline of your skinny jeans.  It was instances like this that made it hard for him to trump down his growing feelings for you.  He loved you.  Plain and simple.

“Got it!”  You shouted as the eight ball fell into the pocket.  Excited you stood up straight, twirling around to grin happily at Klaus.

“You beat me.”  Klaus smiled, setting down his pool queue.  “Congratulations.”

A continuation of “a short story in prompts

The teenager paused as they caught sight of the villain. It was time for their normal lesson but word had come from security that they were cancelled for the day, go home kid. Perhaps unsurprisingly - the teenager hadn’t gone home.
They didn’t quite expect the villain to stagger into their office, pale and grimacing with pain. Bloodied bandages spread over their shoulder.
“You’re hurt!” it blurted out. It occurred too, that if they were ever going to successfully murder their enemy, it would be now. The next second they were bent across the table with a knife pressed against their throat and - the villain’s expression cleared as recognition took over self-defense instinct.  
“God, it’s you. Didn’t someone tell you to go home? You shouldn’t be in here, I almost killed you.” The movements were less controlled than normal, more the vicious attacks of a cornered animal than mocking grace.
“You’re hurt.” They hadn’t expected to see them hurt.
The villain eased up and stepped back, jaw clenched. “Top of the class, junior. Excellent observation! Is the sight as much to your tastes as you’d hoped?”
No. No it was rather horrible actually.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”
The teenager froze in the doorway of their shitty flat, staring at the villain looking utterly out of place sprawled ever so casual on the sofa. They swallowed hard. Took one second to think of why they’d been avoiding the villain and the fact that it was none of the reasons one should avoid the man who killed their parents, and bolted. They couldn’t get how much they hadn’t wanted them injured out of their head. When did that happen? It was all wrong! About the time they ran into security and were bundled into the back of a car, they remembered very vividly indeed that this was a man with a reputation for ruthlessness and cold blooded murder. The windows were tinted. Anything could happen and no one would know!
The villain got in the car as leisurely as could be. “I am sure you can appreciate,” he said as if there had been no interruption. “That I am an extremely busy man and that my time is not given lightly. So. Tell me why I shouldn’t cut off a few of your fingers for wasting it, hm?”

“You really need to stop coming here whenever it pleases you. I’m in the middle of-” the villain stopped, taking in the look on the protagonist’s face.
“I’m sorry.” The teenager wrapped their arms protectively around themselves. “I didn’t know where else to go. I can - I can - I swear I won’t be any trouble - you won’t even notice me honest -”
“You’re babbling. Take a breath. Go to my office and wait there until I come and find you.” The villain gestured to one of their security to escort them. “Get them some - I don’t know - cocoa or something. A sandwich.” A look passed between villain and security and the teenager wondered for the first time what they’d interrupted.

anonymous asked:

Can you do whats yoongi in bed like? Jimin and Taehyung were both good :)

ahh thank you! 

[ Jimin ] [ Taehyung ]


  • he’s going to tease you to no end using his tongue
  • when he eats you out he grips your hips very tight
  • sometimes you have fingerprint shaped bruises
  • but he does it because you’ll be bucking your hips a lot and he wants to remain in control
  • if you grab his hair when he’s eating you out he’ll probably moan and suck harder
  • he’s not always dominant, but he is always in control
  • his hands are on your waist and guiding you when you’re grinding on top of him
  • counter sex is a big thing
  • so is table sex
  • he likes taking you from behind with you bent over whatever surface is available 
  • not big on receiving hickeys and will probably only give them if he wanted to punish you for teasing him in public
  • he’d love to tease you in public but he wouldn’t want to be teased back
  • he’d be pretty innocent at first with his hand on your knee but soon his hand would be on the inside of your thigh or even in your pants jfc
  • a very concentrated Yoongi during sex with lots of heavy breathing
  • not a lot of dirty talk on his part
  • not much talking on his part in general besides the occasional “fuck, baby”
  • honestly, he probably has a slight daddy kink but he’ll be too shy to tell you that so you’d have to figure it out on your own
  • but if you call him that, he’s going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to go with him to buy a new bed the next day
  • soft sex is still pretty rough but with more kisses
  • mainly soft kisses on your shoulders
  • Yoongi will please you in any and every way possible and he’ll be down (if not a little shy) for trying new things because he really wants sex to be a pleasurable event for both of you

Thank you to @lolsthecat for the Sexy panty ruining gifs. And to @codenamekaraortiz for checking for errors and helping with my fics.

The Best Worst Day Ever

Juice/Reader (Juice Gif Challenge)


Your day had gone to complete shit by noon. Working in the local diner in Charming California had it’s ups and downs. Days like today it was nothing but down. You were getting the worst tips. Customers had been rude and treated you like less that human all day. You guys were short handed and your boss was being a complete ass to the few of you there not caring who saw or heard. You had had enough. Between this and your home life you were ready to scream.

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The Language of Flowers

Grantaire bent down at the flower stand and smiled. They had always adored flowers.

They picked up a single tulip and handed the vedor 50 cents for it before tucking it behind their ear and continuing to the Musain.

They wandered in to the buzz of their friends already at tables. They spotted Enjolras and walked over to him with purpose. They took the tulip from behind their ear and placed it on top of the stack of papers Enjolras had his hands gripped around. Enjolras looked up, confused, but Grantaire said nothing. They just did a little salute before settling in a chair next to Joly and Bossuet.

Enjolras carefully picked up the flower and twirled the stem in his hands. He tucked it in the side pocket of his bag before starting the meeting.

“Jehan wait!”

Enjolras managed to grab hold of Jehan’s stupidly long scarf before they left the room.
“Um” Enjolras frowned and pulled the tulip out of his bag. “What do yellow tulips represent in flower language?”
If Jehan was at all shocked by this turn of events it should be noted they showed no sign. They should really get credit for that.
“Who gave you this Enj?”
Now, however, Jehan’s face fell. They looked sad but they chuckled.
“Oh R. You idiot.”
Enjolras looked confused.
“What? What does it mean?”
Jehan plucked the flower from Enjolras’ hands and tucked it behind his ear. They zipped up their jacket and prepared to leave.
“Yellow tulips mean hopeless love, Enj” they said before leaving the room.

Enjolras ran home in confusion. That couldn’t be right could it? He opened up his laptop and got to googling.

Grantaire groaned at the knock on their door. They were not expecting anyone. They opened it and were shocked to find Enjolras standing outside.
“Can I come in?”
Grantaire waved for him to enter.
“I have something for you”
Enjolras pulled a yellow tulip from behind his back.
Grantaire hesitantly took the tulip from him.
“Um… If you didn’t want it you could have just thrown it away…”
“No this is a different one. I bought it. For you.”
Now Grantaire was speechless and thoroughly confused. Enjolras rattled on.
“See I know you know things. I know that you don’t give people flowers without knowing their meanings. So I asked Jehan. They said it meant hopeless love. And they were correct. I mean I googled it so. But anyways.”
Enjolras took a step towards Grantaire who was still frozen to the spot.
“Your problem is you live in the past. You live your life by the old rules and what has always been true. If you just took a look at how much the world has changed you would realise - yellow tulips don’t mean that anymore.”
Grantaire was now blushing. Very hard.
“See - Yellow tulips mean good thoughts and happiness now. So. I am giving you a yellow tulip and if you accept it - if you accept me - it - me - can bring you happiness and good thoughts. If you understand what I mean. I hope so cause I tried really hard here.”

Enjolras blushed now and looked at the floor. All he heard was a strangled “yes” before Grantaire’s lips were on his.

King’s Crown Bar (Chapter 2)

Chapter One

Betty walked into the King’s Crown  ten minutes before closing. She wore a short black dress, a pink cardigan around her shoulders. She made her way to the bar, the few patrons that lingered watched her as she sat down.

“What can I get you?” Jughead asked. His voice was husky, his mind already wandering.

“A shot of whisky, please.” Betty smiled.

Jughead poured it and set it in front of her. He checked his watch, then cleared his throat as she crossed her long legs slowly.

“I’m closing in five minutes, pay your tabs and get out.”

“Nice,” Betty murmured under her breath.

Four people lined up around the bar, cash in their hands. There was one woman, the same one Betty spotted last week at the end of the bar, who nursed her drink slower as the others paid.

Finally, one minute before close, the woman slid a twenty to Jughead and left without a word.

Jughead followed her to the door, locking it behind her. When he turned around, Betty was there, pressing herself against him. She pressed her lips against his cheek, dragging her mouth down until her teeth were grazing his ear. “Fuck me,” She murmured.

“Fuck,” Jughead swallowed. “Not here, not here. Come with me.” He ran his hands across her back, smoothing his hands over her ass, hoisting her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he made his way through the bar. She ran her hands up the back of Jughead’s shirt, rolling her hips forward against him.

Jughead growled and gripped her ass tighter, feeling nothing but bare skin beneath her dress, and made his way to the side door.

Betty ran her hand across Jughead’s back, against his abdomen and down his pants. The friction pressed against her, heat radiating between her thighs. She shifted against him, her hand wrapping around his length as they exited the bar.

A strangled moan escaped his lips. They stumbled outside, rain pouring down on them. Jughead held Betty up with one hand, brushing his wet hair out of his face. He turned, pressing her up against the brick wall.

“Fuck me,” She moaned, her breath hot against his ear. She closed her mouth over his earlobe, her tongue trailing over his jaw until she felt him thrust into her roughly.

She cried out, muffling herself in the crook of his neck. He thrust quickly, the rain falling heavily against them.There was a hunger inside them, begging to be satiated.

Betty wrapped her legs tighter around Jughead, moving her hips as best she could. Jughead bit against her shoulder, hard enough to break skin.

“Touch yourself,” He commanded suddenly.

She did as she was told, reaching between them to rub her clit. He pumped against her faster.

“I’m close,” She murmured.

“Come for me.”

She did, coming apart at his words. He pressed her even harder up against the wall, feeling the rain beating down on them as she came down from her high. He let himself find his release, pressing kisses against Betty’s neck.

Slowly, Jughead let Betty down, her feet touching solid ground. The rain pounded against them, their clothes soaked, clinging to their bodies.

“My place?” He asked hungrily.

She smirked and nodded, pushing the wet hair out of her face.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the alley, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She leaned against him, stretching on her toes to whisper in his ear. “Is it bad that I never made love? No I never did  it. But I sure know how to fuck.” She sang quietly.

A shiver ran down his back. Her voice was haunting, sure, but the words made his cock twitch with need. He picked up his speed, pulling her behind him as the rain continued its assault,


By the time they reached Jughead’s apartment, Jughead’s erection was pressing painfully against his pants. They told each other what they wanted to do to one another the entire walk. Betty was soaked from more than just the rain.

Jughead pressed himself against her as he closed the door, taking his wet shirt off, enveloping her lips with his. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, needing more of her.

She moaned as he reached down, tweaking her nipple through the wet fabric on her body.

They stumbled backwards into the kitchen, Betty taking her wet cardigan off as Jughead gripped her hips, bringing her closer.  She trailed her hand down Jughead’s stomach, her fingers lingering against the buttons on his his pants as he pulled down the top of Betty’s dress, revealing her breasts.

“Jughead,” She whispered quietly. He pulled back from her slightly, giving her space to drop to her knees.

She pulled his pants off, freeing his erection. She put her mouth around him, taking him in until she felt him at the back of her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth, creating a rhythm he met with his hips.

“Fuck,” He moaned as she did something with her tongue that made his eyes roll back.

She licked up his abdomen as she got to her feet, licking and sucking the skin on his collarbone before biting down.

A growl escaped his mouth as he caught her lips with his own, their chests heaving.  He guided her back toward the kitchen table, turning her around once they reached it. She was pressed against the table top as Jughead guided himself between her slick folds.

Her wet dress was bunched around her core, breasts cold against the table top. Droplets of water were sliding down her back. Jughead thrust into her, the table moving underneath them with the force.

“Fuck,” She grit out. “Yes.”

He thrust into her over and over, the table moving with them across the floor. Betty was gripping the wood as Jughead bent to lick the water droplets off her back. When he bit into her, she cried out, waves of ecstasy flowing through her.

He turned her around, not done with her yet. He guided her legs over his shoulders, needing to be deeper inside her.

“Oh my god,” Betty murmured. She could feel her next orgasm building already.

“Don’t come again,” He instructed as he rocked his hips against her. “Not yet.”

“Fuck,” She cried, reaching up to pull his mouth to hers. She bit down on his lip as he thrust harder.

“Not yet,” He said again. He lifted her off the table, bringing her legs to his waist.

He turned, stumbling down the hall. She rolled her hips, feeling how deep he was in his position. Jughead pushed his bedroom door open with his foot and dropped Betty to the bed.

Betty gasped as she felt the weight of Jughead on top of her, thrusting into her once more. He reached to thumb Betty’s clit, pounding her into the mattress. Her hips met Jughead’s thrusts, starting a rhythm together.

“Jughead,” Betty moaned.

“Don’t come yet,” Jughead said, his mouth around her peaked nipple. He rolled his hips against her, quickening his pace.

She gasped as he thrust harder. Her hand were against his back, pulling his down against her. She dug her nails into his skin, the mix of pain and pleasure causing him to close his eyes.


“Fuck,” Jughead moaned as her nail’s broke the skin. “Come for me.” He thumbed at her clit again, causing her to unravel.

She closed her eyes, a loud moan escaping her lips. Jughead placed a hand over her mouth as he rode his high.

He rolled over, a smile covering his face. “My roommate is going to fuckin’ hate me.”

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” Betty murmured. She couldn’t help but smirk. She sat up in the bed, her chest still heaving, trying to catch her breath. She pulled her wet dress up to cover herself.

Jughead stood up, padding over to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and put them on. “You want a shirt or something? Your dress is soaked.”

“Nah, that’s okay. I still wouldn’t have pants.” She smiled. “I’ll be fine.”

Jughead nodded and yawned. He didn’t say anything else, just climbed back in bed, next to Betty.

He was asleep within minutes. Betty sat there, her wet clothing making her uncomfortable. Slowly, she got up and smoothed her dress out as best she could.

She opened his bedroom door and padded out, making her way down the hall to find her cardigan.

There was a figure hunched in front of the open fridge door. Betty swore to herself internally - nothing more awkward than running into a fuck buddy’s roommate after you surely woke them up screaming at the top of your lungs in pleasure.

She spotted her cardigan near the door. She tip-toed over, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The person closed the fridge door, a bottle of water in his hand. He flicked on the kitchen light, framing Betty in an ethereal glow. She clutched her damn cardigan in her hands, her wet hair hanging limply in front of her face.  “Betty Cooper?”

She gasped, trying to cover her shoulders with her cardigan. She was sure Jughead had littered her with bites and bruises.  “Archie Andrews?”

yellowfeather84  asked:

Shifted ficlet prompt: can we please have some Claire and Murtagh fluff. Maybe Claire helping Murtagh as he's getting older. Discussing their shared concern about Jamie or the bairns. Or even reminiscing about Paris and Murtagh escorting Claire to l'hopital everyday. Their relationship in the show is so close and caring that it would be wonderful to see more of that during happier times.

For the next few weeks I’ll be writing one-shots in the Shifted universe, filling in the blanks that we don’t see in the main story, before we resume the main action with Part 7 - The Visitor.

If there is a particular scene you’d like to see, send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Interlude – The Injury

Lallybroch, Autumn 1756

Murtagh hissed as Claire splashed the wound with raw whisky, muttering several very filthy words in the *Gaidhlig*.

Three-year-old William Fraser gasped from the doorway of Claire’s surgery.

“Out!” Claire ordered, head still bent over the deep gash that had sliced the top of Murtagh’s hairy foot nearly to the bone, drawing the lantern a bit closer over the smooth wood of the table Jamie had made her.

“Ye heard yer Mam! Out!” Murtagh echoed weakly, gripping the sides of his chair, bobbing his uninjured leg up and down.

Jenny appeared in the doorway and softly swept William away to the kitchen.

Claire rose from her crouch and quickly crossed the room, taking her tray of needles and the earthenware jar of sutures – the long, delicate strands of catgut Murtagh himself had helped Jamie prepare (based on Claire’s instructions) not so long ago – from the cabinet Brian had made Ellen when Jamie and Jenny were small. As stubborn as the Fraser who had made it, the cabinet had seen many uses over the years – from Ellen’s dishes, to Jenny’s linens, and now Claire’s medicines.

“It’s a miracle you didn’t slice your bloody foot off.” Claire’s voice was even, methodical. From years of practice, Murtagh knew better than to crack a joke when she was like this. “Weren’t you watching what you were doing? And hasn’t it *ever* occurred to you that we’ve already got a number of able-bodied men on the estate who should be doing that kind of work? I daresay your reflexes aren’t as keen as they used to be – ”

“What will ye have me do, then? No’ help Jamie wi’ the harvest?” Murtagh shifted uncomfortably in his chair – keeping his injured foot steady – and glared at the chignon pinned at the back of Claire’s neck, watching her carefully thread the needle. “Ye ken that Ian canna do it. Young Jamie is still too small to do much in the fields. Fergus can help, aye, and so can Rabbie MacNab – but it’s no’ enough.”

“You can stay here in the house – God knows there are enough children running around to keep you busy.”

“So ye want me to be a *nursemaid* then? Hmm?” Were he able, he would have pounded a table in frustration. “Is that all I am, now? Is it no’ enough that my clan and plaid have all been taken away from me? I must give away my *manhood* as well?”

Claire carefully brought the fully prepared tray to her work table and set it down beside the lamp.

“You *know* that’s not what I mean.”

He felt her gaze burning on him – and defiantly matched it.

“What, then? I am getting auld, yes. But must ye remind me, Claire?”

“I want you to take care of yourself.” She paused, pursing her lips. “You – you can’t just do anything anymore. You *must* be more thoughtful. I’m not saying you don’t think – of course you do. But I certainly *don’t* want happening to you what befalls most men your age. Or what happened to Brian.”

Murtagh physically recoiled. “That was due to shock – ”

“Of course it was – but he *had* to have had an underlying condition. Farming is hard. I’ve come to appreciate that so, so much since I came to Lallybroch. And of *course* accidents happen.”

Now she turned to retrieve a needle, the suture trailing behind like a long, shiny trail of dew. Then took the lantern in her other hand, set it on the floor beside Murtagh’s foot, and knelt before him.

“I can’t lose you,” she said finally. “You’re the only father I’ve ever known. And if I have to keep you bloody locked up in this house to keep you safe from yourself, then damn it that’s what I’ll do. You’re too important to me – and to Jamie – and to the children – and to Jenny and Ian and bloody everyone else in this house.”

She splashed more raw whisky on his foot. This time he didn’t – couldn’t – flinch.

“This gash is just an inch from your anterior tibial artery. Had that artery been severed, you would have lost an incredible amount of blood. And I wouldn’t be patching you up – I’d be amputating your foot. And where would that leave you?”

As gently as she could, she inserted the needle and made her first suture.

“I – suppose – wi’out a leg – to stand on,” he hissed.

Claire lay her left hand on the back of his ankle, bracing the foot to help with the stitches. Her face was still turned away from him – but he watched her shoulders shake in a silent laugh.

“Ye ken I’d never purposely put myself in harm’s way. I *do* always have ye and yer wee family on my mind.”

Claire pulled another suture through the two sides of the wound. “I know that. And I appreciate that. I should tell you more.”

“No need, lass. I ken it, and ye ken it, and yer husband kens it. That’s all that matters.”

She worked in silence then, pausing to collect the other suture she had prepared – but not before pouring the rest of her raw whisky in a beaker and handing it to her patient.

“Here – this should take the edge off.”

Murtagh sniffed the glass, then inhaled deeply. “Aye. It’s better than when we first made it – but it’s still enough to knock ye flat on yer back if ye’re no’ careful.”

Claire pressed the sides of the wound closer together. “So, will you be a bit more careful from now on? For me?”

He took a swig, exhaled, and then belched.

“Aye. Ye ken I’d do anything for ye, Claire.”

She nodded absently.

“Hey.” Now he nudged her side with the toe of his good foot. “That’s no’ the drink talking. That’s crabby old *me* talking. Aye?”

“Aye,” she echoed. “You’ve proved that often enough.”

Two more minutes, and then it was all done.

And Murtagh’s whisky was all gone. He handed the empty glass to Claire with a smile so wide that it reminded Claire of the Cheshire Cat illustrations in the book Uncle Lamb had given her for Christmas one year.

“Ye do mind me of Ellen, now and again.” He tilted his head, studying her as if with new eyes. “Foul mouth. Kind heart. Staggering to look at. And a heart so beautifully full of love that she doesna ken what to do wi’ it all.”

Claire flushed. They hadn’t spoken of Ellen since that night in the cave on the beach – a lifetime ago.

“So why would I no’ pledge myself to yer service? Why would I no’ heed every word ye say, Claire?”

Clearly he was waiting for an answer. All she could do was lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and kiss his sweaty brow.

“I’ll be right back, all right? Let’s get you settled in to bed upstairs. You’ll feel much better in the morning.”

And when she returned with Jamie, who helped his godfather stand up and offered his shoulders for support to walk out of the room and up the stairs, Murtagh blessed Claire with another beatific smile.

“More whisky?”

“Now?” Jamie’s brows rose skeptically. “Ye smell like the still house – God kens why Claire thought *that* was a good way to fix yer foot.”

“First bed. Then we can talk about more whisky.”

Then Murtagh FitzGibbons Fraser blew her a kiss, and for once in her life Claire Beauchamp Fraser was at a total loss for words.


Hush Pt. 2 (Chibs x Reader)

Summary: You wake up to something unexpected and unwelcome. It’s your second day at T.M. and Chibs sticks around the garage, but what happens when the day is over?

Contains: Swearing. Smoking. Drinking. Harassment. Minor smut.

Note: Happy late Birthday, Chibs! And Happy 4th of July, guys! Hope you enjoy 😊


“Desire is the kind of thing that
eats you, and leaves you starving.”

~ Nayyirah Waheed


The sound was blaring and sharp. You groaned in protest as you turned over blindly, hitting for the ‘snooze’ button on your alarm clock. After a few misses, the obnoxious noise was silenced. You slowly sat up in bed, your vision blurry as you tried to adjust to the world on this morning. You rubbed your eyes, opening them up further to look out the bedroom window. You parted the blinds, peering out to see if you could spot the suspicious car from last night - luckily it seemed to be gone, but a silver car sat in it’s place. You blinked, not thing much of it as you pulled back and lifted yourself from the bed, you glanced over at the numbers on the clock.

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Wrong Loves My Company.

A/N: I don’t know what this is. I got this idea one day, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I know this story may not be everyone’s cup of tea, if not that’s fine. But, I’m really excited about this series and I’m going on start part two today. I also have another series coming up called The After. So, don’t be surprised if I randomly post it. lol

Warning: None.

Word Count: 3656

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My All

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

Pairing: MingyuxReader
Genere: Smut/Fluff
Summary: You and Mingyu have been dating for a while. He has been very patient, and on your 6 month anniversary you decide to give your all to him. ;))

Kim Mingyu. Everything about him is so perfect… The way he smiles, his laugh, his heart, everything. After being his friend for years, you realized that he is the man you want to be with for the rest of your life, and you knew that for a fact. He loves you with everything his heart has, and you love him right back. He cares for you, makes sure you are safe, and always knows how to make you happy. 

“What are you staring at love?” He said from the kitchen, digging in the fridge for some milk. He was everything that you had ever wanted in a partner. He was kind, he was affectionate, he genuinely cared about you.  He was unlike anyone else you had ever been with, and you were forever grateful that you ended up with him.

“My sexy chef.” You said, admiring his backside as he reached deeper into the messy fridge. The air began to smell of creamy Italian food and vegetables as Mingyu’s recipe began to heat up on the stovetop. 

“Were you thinking naughty things, ____?” He said jokingly, turning his head to raise a suspicious eyebrow at you.

“No, I was just thinking about how much I love you.” You stated, getting up from your spot at the couch to go hug him. He stood up straight and wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you, Jagi.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you too, Mingyu.” You said, loosing yourself in his embrace. He finally unwrapped his arms from your body, he flashed you a cheeky smile and continued making dinner. 

“Alright, dinner is served!” Mingyu said, setting your plate down in front of you. He had prepared Fettuccini Alfredo with a side of steamed carrots and broccoli.

“Mingyu this looks amazing…” You said. Not only was your mouth watering at the sight of the food that was in front of you, but Mingyu had decided to get dressed up for this special occasion. He had a form-fitting white button up dress shirt on that was tucked into black slacks that were tight in all the right places. His hair was gelled back and god did it look so good. 

“____, you are staring again. Is something wrong?” He said, setting down his fork.

“Ah, no….sorry…” You said, cheeks turning red. 

“You are so weird, I love you.” He said with a chuckle. He continued eating his pasta, and in that moment you made a decision: you wanted to love him with every part of you. You wanted him to be your first and your last. You wanted to light the flame of passion and burn it all through the night, you wanted nothing else but to hear the erotic sounds of skin slapping, low grunts and loud moans through the night, you wanted to make him feel good, you wanted him to make you feel good. All you needed was to get him on board, and you knew exactly how to do that.

“Mmh, this pasta is so good…” You said, slurping up a noodle while making eye contact with Mingyu. The white sauce gathered around your lips, and Mingyu choked a little. You then took the longest piece of carrot on your plate and stuck the whole thing in your mouth. 

“Ah, is it hot in here? I think it’s hot in here. Let me open a window.” Mingyu nervously said, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt while walking across the room to crack the window. He rushed back to his seat and sat down, a bead of sweat dripping down his face.

“Babe are you feeling well? Your face is so red and you are sweating!” You said, getting up from your seat.

“No no, I’m fine. Really! Sit down and eat your dinner.” He insisted, but you continued walking over to his side of the table. You bent down to be level with his sitting position, giving him a good look at your cleavage.

“Let me take that plate for you.” You stated seductively, grabbing his unfinished plate of food.

“Yah I was still eating….” He said as you walked over to the counter to set the plate down. You strolled back towards him and assumed your previous position. You leaned in close to him, the scent of his cologne making your mouth water.

“But what if I want you to eat something else.” You whispered in his ear as you dragged your finger down his toned clothed chest.

“Are you sure?” he said, his voice deep and raspy. You pulled him into a passionate kiss to cement your answer. His hands went to your hips, pulling you into his lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, making it a sexy mess. His hands explored you like your body was new unknown land, and you ground into his hips with lust. You began unbuttoning his shirt, you could feel his hard-on pressing against your thigh. Mingyu began leaving trails of kisses down your neck, his lips were so soft.

“Mmh…Mingyu….Should we–ah– take this into the bedroom?” You stuttered. He unlatched his lips from your neck and picked you up bridal style. Once he got into your guy’s bedroom, he tossed you on the bed and kicked the door shut.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He growled as he crawled on top of you. Once again, you two were tangled in a passionate kiss. He threw off his shirt and proceeded to rip yours off. His mouth ravished the newly exposed skin, making sure to kiss every bit of it. You frantically unbuttoned his pants, you needed him now

“Someone’s eager,” Mingyu said, “But I want you to wait for that. I know this is your first time so I want to make it special for you.” He said, trailing a hand down your side. His fingers hooked your jeans, tugging them down a little. You got the hint and exposed of your pants and underwear, excited to see what he had in store for you.

“Lay down,” He instructed. You followed his directions and fell back on the bed.   You felt his large hands grip your thighs and pull them apart, revealing your womanhood. You blushed and tried to close them, but his grip was too strong. His head disappeared between your legs, and a shock of pleasure jolted through your body as you felt what his mouth was doing. Erotic noises emerged from your core as he worked his magic. You let out a loud moan as encouragement for Mingyu to keep going, but he abruptly lifted his head from between your legs.

“Babbbbeee” You whined in protest. He ignored you and reached over to the nightstand. He pulled out the drawer and grabbed a condom, glancing over at you. He discarded his pants and underwear, revealing his large throbbing member. He opened the condom and rolled it onto his length, making subtle eye contact with you as he did so.

“Are you ready babe?” He said once the condom was on properly.

“Yeah, but I don’t think it is going to fit….” You said, staring down at his cock. 

“It will, trust me.” He said with a wink. He got down in a laying position and you straddled him. There was no way that Mingyu would be able to make love with you in missionary position….he was just too damn tall. So instead, you two opted for you on top. You rubbed his length in between your folds, you didn’t know it was possible to get any wetter than you had been, but it happened. At last, you positioned his tip at your entrance and slowly sunk down. Mingyu let out a long pent-up sigh and you took in a sharp breath of air. You had never had anything this big inside of you, and to be honest it kind of hurt. With some pain you finally reached the base of his cock, you needed to take a breather and adjust to his size. You collapsed on top of him, waiting for the stinging pain to vanish. 

“Don’t worry babe, just give it a little longer and all of the pain will be gone.” He said, wrapping his arms around you as a tear escaped your eye. It hurt like hell right now but you knew that in 5 minutes you would be on cloud 9 and every bit of suffering would have been worth it. 

A few moments had passed, but you were ready to move now. You regained your composure and slowly lifted yourself off of his dick. Mingyu closed his eyes and let out a small groan of pleasure. Your hand went to your clit, you needed everything to help subside the little amount of pain that was lingering around your core.  

You sped up your pace. His hands were at your hips, his hips were thrusting up to meet yours, Sweat formed on both of your bodies, covering you in the scent of lust. The air smelled of sex, and the noises that were emitting from the sexual activities were absolutely sinful

“M-Mingyu…I’m–” You shouted as you came. It was like a wave of pleasure and confusion suddenly crashed into you, you felt so peaceful, so tranquil, so utterly happy. Your body felt like a feather floating with the breeze, so light and elegant. Your mind was blank with happiness, your cheeks were rosy, eyes full of joy. Small beads of sweat formed on your skin with the new feeling, and not long after you, Mingyu came in in the condom. The sounds that came from his mouth were beautiful, all the deep grunts of pleasure, the shaky breaths, the pleased hums. All of it. You loved all of it. You loved him, you loved every single part of him, and nothing in this world could change that.

You hopped off of him and let him dispose of the filthy condom. As he walked into the bathroom, you snuggled into your sheets and slowly began to feel the weight of slumber pulling at your eyelids. Mingyu got into bed next to you, pulling you close.

“Happy 6 months, ___. I couldn’t ask for a better gift. I love you so much.” He said, pecking your forehead, strong arms once again wrapped around your frame.

“I love you too.” You said in almost a whisper, drifting off into a deep, blissful sleep.

deerprongs  asked:

3 with Remus pLEASE? (I'm obsessed with Remus now again and I blame you) ((at the same time I'm totally okay with it))

Sorry not sorry!! Remus is the best <3

3. Drunk/Sloppy kiss

“You never should have let him drink tonight,” Sirius said in your ear, sounding amused.  You jumped at how close he had crept up on you and stepped back a bit.  He was sipping on a mix of butterbeer and firewhiskey, eyeing Remus and trying not to laugh.  Remus had been drinking for a couple of hours now, and while usually he was more of an observer when it came to parties, he had just grabbed a fistful of Gobstones two third-years were playing with and tried to balance them one by one on his nose, another shot in his hand.

“And why exactly shouldn’t he be drinking?  It is his night, after all.  You want to deny the birthday boy his fun?” You mocked, and folded your arms and raised an eyebrow at Sirius.  Remus’s birthday was in a week and fell during a full moon this year, so you’d thrown him a party in advance because you knew no celebration would take place on the actual date.  Despite not feeling his best, he’d rallied and seemed to be having the time of his life.

Sirius smirked.  “Not at all, Y/N, you know I’d never discourage underage drinking!” he laughed.  “It’s just…your boyfriend,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, as you and Remus had just made things official between the two of you, “Can’t hold his liquor as well before the full moon.  Y’know?” he glanced at you knowingly.

“I’m not following.” 

“Oh come on, same thing sometimes happens to girls before their time of the month!  Do I really have to give you a sex ed lesson right now?” He laughed, and your eyes widened.  Oh.

Almost as if he had sensed you were talking about him, Remus bounded over clumsily, a goofy smile on his face.  “Y/N! My LOVE!” he shouted, beaming.  “Hi–*hic*–Padfoot,” he hiccuped, slopping a little bit of what looked like Serpent Wine down the front of his sweater.

“You made the mess, you clean it up,” Sirius tsked at you.  He winked over the rim of his glass and slipped away, leaving you to attend to your intoxicated boyfriend.

You gave him a “wow, thanks” look before turning your attention to Remus, who was repeatedly poking your arm.  “Can I help you?” you asked, unable to hide your giggle at the sight of his hair all tousled and his face flushed from the alcohol. “Oh!” you gasped.  He had leaned in very suddenly for a kiss and stumbled a little in the process, causing you to have to shuffle backward to avoid falling into the fireplace.  The kiss was sloppy and he tasted like a combination of all the alcohol James and Peter had smuggled into the common room earlier in the day.  If he wasn’t such a goddamned adorable drunk, you’d have been a lot more affronted.

“You,” he said once he pulled away, “are th’best girlfriend I have ever had.”

“Rem, I’m the only girlfriend you’ve ever had,” you laughed, wiping your mouth.  He was normally quite a good kisser, but you were fairly certain kissing Sirius as Padfoot would have been less sloppy than what you’d just experienced.

“Exactly! So you’re the best!” Remus exclaimed loudly, wide-eyed, and you burst into laughter again.

“Well, I guess I can’t argue with you there.  Uh, what are you doing?”

Remus had bent over one of the side tables in the common room.  He straightened up and looked at you innocently, his mouth hanging open in a half-smile, a bottle of amber liquid in his hand.  “Shots!” he said simply, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“I’m not sure that’s your best idea,” you chided, glancing at the grandfather clock in the corner.  It was already well past one in the morning and you figured Remus would probably be hit with one hell of a hangover the next morning.  That on top of his usual pre-moon syndrome meant he should be getting all the rest he could, and Sirius was right, you had never seen him this drunk before.  You didn’t want him to end up blacking out, so you made an executive decision.  “Hey babe?”

Remus was about to down a shot of firewhiskey but stopped when he heard your voice.  “Whasamatter?” he slurred.

“Nothing.  I just remembered, though, James said he had some Goblin Rum stashed under his bed…want to go try it?”

Remus bought your white lie and nodded eagerly.  You breathed a sigh of relief and took his hand, dragging him through the crowd in the common room like a toddler and saying goodnight to your friends on the way.  Sirius caught your eye and mouthed “I told you so,” and you playfully flipped him the bird on your way up the boys’ stairs.

“Here, just sit on your bed and I’ll get it,” you told Remus, who sat down happily.

“You’re so pretty,” he complimented, the same goofy smile back on his face.  

“Yeah?” You rummaged through the garbage under James’s bed and pretended to look for the nonexistent bottle.  Merlin, did they ever clean up in here? “You’re rather good-looking yourself.”

“Really?” Remus sounded cute and hopeful.

“Really.  Here, found it.”  You’d actually filled a glass with water using a simple charm, and Remus downed it all without even realizing it wasn’t alcohol.  You figured you’d give it five more seconds before he would fall asleep, and sure enough, when you turned to put the glass on his bedside table you heard the soft whoosh of the mattress as he fell over. He was lying on his side, and his head had fallen just short of the pillow.  You smiled and moved the pillow so his head was resting on it and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.  You decided to sit with him for a while, or at least until one of the other boys came up to bed, and plopped down on the bed next to him, absentmindedly rubbing his back as he slept.  “Happy early birthday, love,” you said sweetly.

I love Remus so much honestly wtf

Cait :)

the proposal | alfie solomons

anon requested stumbling alfie trying to propose and i did it in what i think would be typical alfie fashion: go big or go dig a grave. or both.



Alfie didn’t say anything else and you looked up to him, breathing heavy and sniffling. You raised a hand to move your hair out of your face but then realised how dirty your hands were.

“Can you- “you waved your fingers to motion and he knelt to push your hair back behind your ears.

“Thanks, love”


“I am”

“Yeah but, listen”


“Marry me”


“I-marry me. Please”

You flicked your eyes back and forth to either side of him, not much to focus on in the dark. Your mouth was wide open and you were squinting, entirely confused.

“Did you just say please after a proposal?”

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18.Opposite sex (e.g. change who gives and receives)

Word Count: 202
A/N: Guess who’s writing all the left over kinks!
Written by: @bucky-plums-barnes

Bucky laid on the bed, sheet covering from his waist down. He lounged with his hands because his head as he waiting for you to emerge out of the bathroom. Once opening the door failed to get his attention you cleared your throat not so subtly. Shaking your tousled hair you smiled at his eyes widening.

“Wow” he mumbled under his breath taking in your lingerie clad form. You blushed a little and walked over to him as he sat up against the headboard. Climbing on the bed you straddled his waist. His hand gripped your hips instinctively and you bent to whisper in his ear.

“Remember that thing you wanted to try” you hinted at the conversation you had about anal the other night. You watched his throat audibly swallow and his raspy voice answered “yes”.

“Well, I thought tonight-” you reached over and opened the bedside table top drawer and pulled out a strap-on “- we could try it on you first, baby”. You watched the emotions flicker on his face, before he settled on a small smirk. Sitting up he tucked some hair behind you ear before saying “you picked the wrong man to challenge, bring it on doll”.

Music Speaks (3/5)

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: February 10th, 2017
Warnings: Angst, Swearing
AN: This is from (Y/N)’s point of view. Also, this part is inspired by Demi Lovato’s Stone Cold

It has been three whole months to the date since the breakup with Steve. I swore to myself that I was over the whole ordeal. I was over him.

So I thought. 

It has been three months since I stepped foot in the Avenger’s facility, but here I am. It is Wanda’s birthday, and even though she begged Tony not to–he threw her a party. That is why I am here. That is why I am sitting at the same bar that Steve first spoke to me at. 

I was doing great. 

I was playing with my fingernail when I heard a familiar voice pull me from my thoughts, “You know, for my birthday–you do not seem too thrilled to be here.” I couldn’t help but smile at Wanda’s teasing voice. She and Natasha were like my sisters. They promised me that the whole Steve issue would not affect our friendship, and I was relieved when they kept their promises.

“I am just–”
“Don’t lie to me.” Wanda’s red lips slowly pulled up to a smile.
“I wasn’t planning on lying to a mind reader.” I teased feeling a mirroring smile grow on my face, “I just didn’t realize I would be bombarded with memories–just by walking into this place, but I really am doing fine. I just had an early shift at the coffee brew—5 am is not a happy hour for me.” I smiled at her honestly.

I was doing fine.

Wanda nodded with an understanding face, “Well, I am glad. I wasn’t really wanting this party, but you know Tony. He wants any excuse to throw a party. I would have been happy with just watching Netflix naked in my room.” We shared a laugh as I shook my head at her. I looked over Wanda’s shoulder my other partner in crime with the red hair making her way over to me. I stood to my feet and opened my arms to a hug, and was happily pulled into the Black Widow’s embrace.

“God, I missed you!” Natasha spoke as I squeezed her in my arms before pulling away, “How have you been?” She asked. I smiled at her as I once again explained that I WAS FINE. I was–fine, till my eyes flicked over her shoulder when an all too familiar figure stepped into the room—and he wasn’t alone. I felt my heart shatter all over again. My mouth went dry as my heart began rapidly pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. A knot formed in my stomach as all sounds muted and everything in my vision blurred except him. I could not control my eyes as they scanned the body of Sharon Carter. 

It would be her.

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Three years have passed

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction, it’s based on my doujinshi. I’m not a really good writer but I’ll try my best since I’m going to delete the previous pages of the doujin. But this is basically what happens. Tell me if you like it or not. If I should keep writing the story or just give up. Also, feel free to give me any recommendations and suggestions.

Anime: Fairy Tail

Couple: Gajevy

Rated: T (Language)

Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Status: On going

Summary: Tired of being “the damsel in distress”, Levy left the guild without telling anyone except Master Makarov. She spent three years far away from Magnolia learning new spells to improve her skills. But finally, is time to return home. What’s that strange magic she learn?

Chapter One: Returning Home

Magnolia’s most famous guild was no longer as cheerful as it was three years ago. Even if it still was noisy the environment inside was different. They have maintained the title of the strongest guild in Fiore. But there was some sort of emptiness in their hearts. The smartest comrade they had left without saying a word to her guild mates. The happiness she transmitted was very contagious. Especially to the ones who made cheers for her when things get difficult. But that emptiness was about to be filled again. It was time for the young girl to come home.

Long messy hair moving side to side as she walked, wearing a perfect red crop top that contrast with the blue color of her hair. In both arms she had white finger-less long gloves and shorts that exposed the delicate skin of her legs. As she was passing through the streets lots of the residents stare at her. But it wasn’t a bad thing, they were surprised of how she looks. It wasn’t a bit similar to her old style.

Levy McGarden, a beautiful and intelligent Fairy Tail member was making her way to the guild. Nerves were taking a toll on her, leaving her split between eagerness to return to the happy memories and sudden anxiety of facing the others. Standing outside of the guild, she let out a long sighed she was holding and murmured. “It’s time to come home”. She opened the doors softly and slipped inside quietly. She looked for her favorite spot, and there he was. The wisest exceed she had ever met and learned to love. Making her way to the table she stopped right behind him and bent over.

“Long time no see…Pantherlily”

Levy. Lily thought as he turned around and saw her with a bright smile and her arm stretched out.

“I missed you so much” She said. Her lovely eyes looking directly at his. She grabbed him and give him hug, squeezing the Exceed happily.

“L-L-Levy I can barely breathe,” Said a purplish Pantherlily.

“Oh! I’m so sorry Lily,” She offered him an apology as she moved him to the top of a table.

A pink hair mage noticed the presence and recognize the scent of his childhood friend. He smiled and whispered to his partner, “Hey Luce, I think today is your lucky day.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Natsu? The celestial spirit mage replied. He pointed to the blue-haired girl.

“It’s that Levy-chan?! Is it really you?!” The excited young blonde shout from the other side of the guild.

Levy’s eyes followed the source of Lucy’s voice. She ran and hug the busty girl, making them to fall on the flat ground.

“Lucy? Oh my! You look so gorgeous. How you’ve been?” Levy cried.

Lucy laughed. “You too, also, what’s with the tough look? You sure look more confident and stronger.”

“LEVY LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL!” Jet and Droy said in unison with hearts on their eyes.

Smiling at the heart whelming scene, Lily flew to the entrance of the guild. “I guess this is the perfect chance to get out of here and tell Gajeel the big news.” And with that last statement he left the noisy guild.

At the outskirts of Magnolia, the iron dragon slayer was munching some metal while watching the view of the whole town. He felt the presence of his exceed coming from behind him. “What do you want Lil’? Did you pick up a job or what? I’m getting tired of bein’ here doing shit.” He tossed away a few scraps.

“Well, let’s say that won’t be a problem anymore,“ said Pantherlily cryptically.

Gajeel turned his head and giving Lily a confused look. He stated: “What the hell are you talking about? Somethin’ hit you while your way back here?” And then he noticed something was off. He sniffed the environment and the strange smell was coming from Lily’s direction. He walked over to the exceed and grabbed him.

“Hey, put me down you creep!” Lily said uncomfortably.

Gajeel kept sniffing. “You smell different! It’s like your scent is overshadowed by another.”

“Familiar isn’t it?” Lily smirked.

Wait a minute. His eyes widened as realization hit him hard.

Lily nodded, confirming his suspicions. “What you’re thinking it’s the correct answer.” He paused. “She’s back and looks very different.”

Gajeel turned his back to Lily. Looked at the full view of Magnolia as he said desperately. “Levy?! Where is she?”

“At the guild, isn’t that obvious. Thought you were smarter.” Lily mocked. “I have to admit that she almost most suffocated me with that killing hug.” He paused as he saw Gajeel still as a statue. “Maybe if you start walking you might have a chance to catch her. So, what do you want to do?”

Gajeel looked over the shoulder. “Just like you said. Isn’t that obvious?”

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Getting over her (a choi twin experience)

So this is my first fan fiction
Rated (nsfw 18+)
Sexual themes
Choi twins x yoosung

So the day started out like any other day for yoosung recently he was hanging out with saeyoung and saeran trying to keep his mind off the fact that he just had a bad break up.
His now ex girlfriend mc , had cheated on him with his good friend zen and he was having a hard time getting over it .
Although recently in the past week he had found comfort in playing games with choi twins.
“Hey that’s not fair man ! You are totally cheating ” saeran said he leaned over yoosung shoulders to push his controller out of his hand.
“I’m totally not man”
Yoosung laugh back. Saeran was still leaning over his shoulders his cheek was touching yoosung’s. Yoosung could feel the warmth of him on his face.
“Yoosung man what are you blushing about ” Saeyoung chuckled as he walked from the kitchen to the room hand full of potato chips.

“What I am not blushing !”
Yoosing snapped at the louder of the two twins.
‘Awww yoosung , you think I am cute ,don’t you?“ Saeran picked
"Umm uhhhh no, . .yeah. . nuh” yoosung flustered on his words as he turned and looked at the now laughing saeran.
“I AM NOT GAY! … well I don’t think I am , I mean I have never liked a guy liked that before ” yoosung managed to get out before he was stopped by soft lips against his.
Yoosung didn’t know how to act the only other person he had kissed before was mc , and that was only a few times before.
But these lips on his were soft and warm it felt so right.
Before yoosung knew it saeran had his holding yooung’s face in place as he continued kissing the young blonde slowly adding tongue into the kiss.
Yoosung felt numb his head was a blank.
“Woah that’s actually pretty hot ”
A comment came from saeyoung as he watched his twin brother makeout with his friend .
Saeran pulled away from the kiss.
“So are you gay ? ” he smiled looked at yoosung.
Yoosung was lost for words.
“I don’t know about him , but I think I might be gay now ”
Saeyoung laugh
“Hey I have an idea ” the pale twin expelled as he pulled yoosung down into his lap.
“Yoosung I have a question for you , have you ever had sex ? ”
Saeran asked the now nervous blonde.
“Uhh, no … I almost did once ”
Yoosung blushed
“You’re so innocently cute”
Saeran murmured as he pulled yoosung hair away so he could kiss his neck.
The young blonde started to shift his legs around.
“Don’t be ashamed cutie ”
Saeran said as he pulled yoosung’s knees a part to expose his now very noticeable erection. Saeran reached down between yoosung’s trembling thighs and started to rub the boy through his pants.
“Well this is getting interesting!” Saeyoung said as he walked over and sat down in front of the two of them.
“You should join ” saeran suggest as he looked up at his twin
“Wha . . what”
The boy in between them shuttered
“Come on yoo it is me ”
Saeyoung said as he rubbed up the shy boys shaking legs.
Before yoosung could say anything he was being attacked by the twins as saeran was kissing and biting him his long term friend saeyoung had leaned over and stared kissing his lower stomach and hips as he slowly stroked his member.
Before he know what happening Saeyoung was pulling his shirt over his head as saeran turned him around and started to kiss him again.
A jealous saeyoung made his way down to yoosung’s pants button he quickly got it undone and started to pull them down exposing yoosung twitching erection ,precum leaving a mark on his cute purple boxers.
Yoosung let a slight moan as saeyoung , started kissing the nervous boys hip bones slowly making his way down.
“I see some one wants us badly ”
Saeran sneered as he looked down at yoosungs now completely exposed member it was dripping with precum.
“I am really nervous ”
Yoosung muttered
“Don’t be yoo, I am about to make you feel really good ” saeyoung said as he started to lick yoosung as he kept eye contact with him
“Oh… my. . ” yoosung gasped in
“So you like that” saeran whispered into yoosung ear as he pulled away from kissing him.
Saeran pulled yoosung off his lap careful to not distract his brother from his tasty treat .
Saeran got to his feet and stood to the front of the blonde and leaned down to kiss him before he unzipped his pants showing his bright red boxer briefs
And the beast he was hiding inside them. Saeran started to rub himself as he watched his brother slowly sucking on yoosung’s memeber.
Yoosung reached over and started rubbing saeran.
“I wanna to …. Umm… lick it maybe , you want me to ” yoosung said as he started to slowly pull down Saeran’s briefs .
“Oh, you are getting into this now huh cutie?” Saeran shot a wink to him and he stepped closer to him.
Yoosung started at the base and slowly licked his way up never once looking away from saerans beautiful green eyes
Saeran ran his hand in yoosung hair and let out a moan before forcing himself further inside yoosungs mouth.
Distracted by one twin yoosung had almost forgot what saeyoung was doing until he he felt seayoung’s finger near his entrance.
“Relax yoosung , I am going to make you feel good ”
The twin said as he slid his pointer finger inside the blonde.
Yoosung moaned around saerans cock as he was forced to take it all into his throat
“You are doing so good”
Saeran praised the blonde as he pulled himself out of his mouth.
Yoosung let’s out soft moans as the other twin adds another finger.
“So cutie what do you want now ? ” saeran said as he bent down to be face level with the boy.
“I want you… please !” He moaned as he pulled the pale twin in for another kiss
“Well you heard him brother ” saeran spat to his twin as he took his place in between yoosungs legs
“He saeyoung is that lube still in the top shelf of your end table? ” he asked his twin. “Yeah” he said as he reached over to the end table and gave his brother the lube
“Thank you ” saeran smiled
“This will be a little cold but it will be worth it so just bare with me okay ” saeran said as he put some lube on yoosung’s entrance.
Saeran fondled with yoosung a few more moments before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a condom.
“ don’t ask I always have them on me
You never know ”
He said as he started to open it
“Hey . . ”
Yoosung stopped him
“Yeah what is it?” Saeran asked
“You don’t have to use that ” he blushed at him
“Are you sure ?” The twin asked
Yoosung nodded yes back
Saeran began to rub himself on yoosungs entrance.
“Okay I am going to put it in , are you ready?”
He studdered to yoosung
“Mmhmm” yoosung moaned
Saeran slowly pushed himself into yoosung.
As he did saeyoung pulled the blondes the head back and shoved himself inside his mouth blocking his moans from escaping his mouth.

May add more once I finish the art for it .
But that’s it for now so please enjoy and please don’t repost my writings anywhere
Thank you

SanversWeek Day 2: Nerd Girlfriends

I absolutely loved writing this. It’s not proof read and English still isn’t my first language. Anyways, lean back and enjoy some Sanvers fluff.

Talk Nerdy to Me, Danvers

It was not unusual for Alex to come home ten minutes late. Rather the opposite was the case. Even half an hour was nothing to be alarmed by. But as the thirty minutes progressed into sixty, Maggie started to get worried. Sure, she had started pacing around the apartment after forty minutes, but now she was picking up her phone, speed dialling Alex. It ringed. And ringed. And ringed.

“Hello, Alex Danvers here. I’m currently not available, so please leave a message and I’ll get back to you asap.”

Maggie grimaced at the sound of the answering machine and sighed, cursing that damn thing under her breath. Still, she waited for the beep and then said, “Hey, babe, it’s me. Where are you? I’m worried. Please, call me back as soon as you hear this.”

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Special Kinda Woman: The Diner

“She told me she loved me. Women, they can do that. They can tell you they love you in the moment and mean it. Men, on the other hand… No, men only really love you in hindsight. When too much distance has built up.”
- Pagan Min, Far Cry 4

The diner was completely empty, not surprising since it was nearly midnight. The two men sipped on their drinks, enjoying the rest before they hit the road again. It would have been faster to fly back to base after this last mission, but Jesse missed the feeling of the open road, and he didn’t get as many chances to ride his motorcycle nowadays. The cowboy lounged back in his chair, raising the beer lazily to his lips as he stared out the window into the darkness. Genji sat forward, elbows resting on the table as he nursed his tea, eyes closed. Probably lost in his past, Jesse thought, regarding the other briefly before his eyes returned to the window. The past wasn’t something the cowboy lingered on much. There was nothing back there for him but bad memories.

“Sure I can’t get you boys anything to eat?” the waitress asked, walking up to them as she brought the second beer Jesse had asked for.

“No thank ya, hun.” the cowboy stated, leaning his head back to look at the woman.

“You’re not from here, are you? Just passing through? Or are you staying for a while?” the waitress asked, looking down at the cowboy with tempting eyes. Jesse hadn’t remembered he breast being so exposed when she had first taken their order.

“Just passing through.” Jesse replied, not paying her much attention as he puffed his cigar. Genji just sat there, ignoring them, the waitress doing the same to the cyborg as she continued to try to gauge Jesse in conversation.

“I was meaning to say, that’s a nice accent you got.” Getting a little annoyed at the woman’s persistence, Jesse let out an aggravated sigh. He hated pushy women.

“Thanks” Snorting, he downed his drink, no smile on his lips as he reached for the other one.

“Where are you from to get an accent like that?” Leaning against the table, the woman bent over, her breast in danger of spilling from her top as she shamelessly flirted with the cowboy.

“Small town off of route 66. You’d nevera heard of it. It’s a shit filled town with shit filled people.”

“You really hate that town, huh? So I guess you don’t have a sweetheart waiting for you back there.” Jesse took a drag on his cigar, thinking solemnly. Despite it all, one face came to mind, soft and kind, eyes full of eagerness and trust. It was a face he hadn’t though about in years, but as it came to him now, he found it hard to imagine he hadn’t thought about it every day. She was suddenly heavy on his mind, a weight growing in him as memories he had ignored for so many years resurfaced.

“Yeah, I supposes she’s still waiting. Though I’ll never know why.” Jesse had never understood why someone as good and sweet and pure as her had latched onto a good for nothing like him. Everything he touched died, everywhere he went, chaos and turmoil was left in his wake. He was impulsive and egotistical, he knew that. He drank too much and lived too fast, never caring about anything or anyone, including himself. Yet there she always was, waiting for him with a smile and those soft eyes.

“Oh,” Taken aback at his words, the waitress stood up, slightly embarrassed as she tried to regain her dignity.

“I’ll be right back. Gotta make a call.” The chair legs squeaked as he pushed back from the table, a groan escaping him as he stood on stiff legs. “I’ll just be a minute.” waving over his shoulder, he made his way to the door, not waiting for a response as the door chimed and he stepped into the brisk chill of the night.

Typing in the digits, the thought briefly passed that she had probably changed her number after all this time, but as he pushed send, he resolved not to worry about it.
The phone began to ring, a deafening sound in the stillness. Sucking on his cigar, Jesse relished the flavor as he waited, not really sure what he would say if it was her that picked up. After what felt like far too long, the line click as someone answered.

“Hello?” A soft smile came to his lips as he heard her voice, his heart lifting as he kicked the toe of his boot into the dirt.

“Hey, darlin.” There was a moment of silence on the other end before the voice came back, louder and more energetic.

“Jesse! Is that you?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, a small warmth in his heart at the relief that nothing had changed. “It’s me.”

“What’s going on? Is everything alright?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“Everything’s fine. Just thought I’d give you a call.” Taking the cigar out of his mouth, he wiped at his beard, cleaning off some of the ash that had been knocked into it.

“Really? You never call. And after all this time…” her voice trailed off, her sentence not needing to be finished. It had been five years since he had last seen her. Walking into her life just long enough to stir up trouble before taking his kiss and leaving. That’s how it always was. Only returning when he needed to reaffirm that there was someone there waiting, that that gentle smile still shone only for him.

“Yeah, well, I’m calling now.” He muttered, beginning to pace in front of the diner, stillness never being a quality of his.

“Are you safe? Are you well?” He could hear a chair scrape as she sat down.

“As safe as someone who gets shot at for a living can be.” He mused, enjoying the laugh his comment got.

“You know what I mean. I worry about you. Out there fighting all those bad guys, keeping the world save. I’m always hearing on the news all the dangerous stuff Overwatch is getting into. I mean, you always got yourself into enough trouble here. I can only imagine what you’re doing out there.” A prideful grin tugged at the man’s lips at her words.

“Well, darlin. Didn’t know you were thinking of me so much.” He teased, knowing it would rial her up. It always did.

“Shut up, Jesse. You’re my best friend. Of course I think about you. Not that you deserve it. Always running off like you do.” As he pictured her, sitting there waving her hands about in exaggerated gestures like she always did, he let out a hearty laugh, the sound louder and more soulful then any he had produced in a long time. “Don’t you dare laugh at me, Jesse McCree! Did you call me up just because you needed a good joke?” as he continued laughing, he could hear barking on the other end of the line.”Hang on, Jesse. I need to let Clint in.”

“Since when did you get a dog? I thought your mother hated them.” Walking over to his motorcycle, the cowboy sat down on the seat, lighting up another cigar as he listened to the woman fumble with a door.

“She still does. But after I moved out, there was nothing she could do about it. I named him Clint, after Clint Eastwood. I guess all those westerns you made me watch rubbed off on me.” He could hear the barking growing louder, the sounds of a happy dog predominant as she ushered him in.

“Wait, when did you move out?” He asked, the smile fading as he talked around his cigar.

“Three years ago.” The way she stated it, so matter of factly, like it was something Jesse should have just known, irritated him.

“You move in with that pansy boy?” the cowboy asked, not masking his annoyance as he scowled at the worn lines of the diner parking lot.

“No. I have my own place.” she answered, a screen door slamming behind her as she reentered the house. “And shush. Mark is a perfectly fine man.” She was so casual about it, not giving her statement a second thought as the cowboy scowled at her words. Before Jesse had the chance to respond, she continued, unhindered by the man’s now soured attitude. “You remember Mrs. Jodeen, right?” With a huff, he let the topic of Mark go, though still his annoyance lingered.

“The old bat that used to call the cops on me?”

“You were sneaking on to her property to shoot her chickens.”

“The lady had a hundred of them”

“She had thirty, Jesse.” She corrected, taking a motherly tone with him before going on. “Anyway, her health started failing several years ago, so I moved in to help take care of her. She passed away six months ago and left me her ranch.”

“Didn’t she have a son? Why didn’t he get it?”

“She didn’t like to talk about it, but from what I’ve heard, it turns out that George had an affinity for the young women. A little too young, if you know what I mean.”

“Never did like the way he used to look at you. Always was a creep.”

“Yeah, well, either way, here I am. Seventy two acres, all my own.”

“And she expected a little thing like you to manage all that?”

“Hey, I’m not the same little girl you knew all those years ago. I’m grown up now. I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah,” Jesse muttered, something in him growing heavy at her words, “It sounds like it.”

She really was grown up. Making her own way in the world, she had accomplished so much he hadn’t even known about. She wasn’t this little thing still waiting in that dark scary barn for her best friend to come protect her from the things that went bump in the night. She wasn’t that sheepish thing that sat in the back booth of the local diner, too shy to call the waiter over to get a refill. She wasn’t the same girl that cried as he said goodbye, timidly letting him take his kiss before he walked away. She wasn’t waiting anymore.

Thinking back over the last ten years of his life, Jesse recalled how hectic his life had been. Never staying in one place too long, never forming connections, everything changing week to week. In this crazy, mixed up experience he called a life, she was the one constant. Despite all the missions, despite all the ever changing faces of Overwatch, despite his constant travels, a part of him had always known he could go back, and there she would be, waiting in the doorway, greeting him like nothing had ever changed.

“I wanna see you again.” His voice was soft, eyes staring off into the dark horizon as he waited for her response.

“Well you know my door is always open.” He could hear her smile, see it so perfectly in his mind. Warm and welcoming and waiting, a smile that was saved for him and him alone. Or at least, it use to be. Now he wasn’t so sure.

“I’ll be there in a day.”

“Alright. I’ll see you soon, Jesse.” Her voice was welcoming, conjuring up long lost memories of the extensive and deep history between the two as the man chewed on his lower lip, wishing she was there in front of him at that moment. It felt alien, saying goodbye without steeling her lips, without feeling her warmth, even if only for that fleeting moment.

Walking back in, he didn’t even acknowledge the waitress, grabbing his jacket before downing what was left of his beer.

“You head back without me.” He said to his companion, not waiting for a response as he threw a twenty down on the table before pulling his jacket on roughly. “Tell Reyes I’ll be late. I gotta take care of something.” Without another word, he marched out of the diner, the bell on the door fading out as the motor of his bike picked up, carrying him off into the night.