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congrats moldova!!! you’re going to the grand final!!

Another thing that gives me heartburn when I think about it:

-Sherlock’s eyes going softly closed and all the tension draining out of his shoulders, leaning down into it, when John kisses him for the first time.

Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,610

Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease

Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda, who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.

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Hands on the table #10: Zevran


The drawing comes with Solas’ notes attached:

He won’t sit still. He’s not restless, however. Only fidgety. He examines everything on the table until there’s nothing left to touch. 

“Zevran, I might need you to still your hands for a moment. I must get a good look at them.” 

He pauses, quick fingers tapping on the wooden surface, and his eyes focus on me. A smile full of curiosity and vexing mischief in equal measure. 

“Perhaps you wish to take a closer look, then?” He offers, and leans on the table, half ways through crawling across it before I raise a hand to halt him. The image etched in my brain.

“I- no. I just-” I roll the pencil in my hand and his gaze narrows.

“My hands are good for more than just looking pretty, my friend. I request only that you take note of that.” 

His voice is velvet-like in a way that compliments his skin.

I put my pen down. 

I Miss You (One Shot)

I Miss You: After weeks of being apart from your boyfriend, Bucky, the distance become a bit too much for you to handle.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Phone sex. Dirty talk. Mentions of past injuries. Graphic details of sex. Porn gifs are used. Super NSFW. (If you’re not comfy with phone sex or anything else listed, keep scrolling.)

A/N: I have no idea where this idea came from, but just know that it’s for a good cause! ;)

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Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part Two.

Hey guys, so here is part two to the Camping Antics mini fic! There will be a part three, just to finish the series off :) pleaaaaase leave me feedback in my ask ya cute lil beans.

Summary: Archie and (Y/N) have some tent fun lol ;)

Warnings: SMUT. TENT SMUT. Naked Archie. You’ve been warned. 

PART ONE HERE. 

PART THREE HERE.

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His Throne

(gif belongs to @heavnofhell)


His Throne

“Y/N! Just the little ray of sunshine that I wanted to see” Lucifer called out in a low, flirtatious tone as you entered the throne room, locking his eyes onto you as a smile spread across his face. He lounged comfortably with his elbow resting on one arm of the throne and his leg draped over the other, a position which only he make look both lackadaisical and threatening.

“Lucifer” you regarded, approaching him with a stack of papers in your hands.

Swinging his leg back over the arm of the chair, he rested both feet on the floor and drank in your figure, a thousand thoughts dancing quietly behind his eyes. A quick flick of his fingers sent the papers you were holding sailing to the other side of the room, scattering them to the ground with no regard for their importance.

“Come here” he propositioned, patting his leg as he beckoned you closer with a gesture of his head.

Your eyes drew wide for a moment as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth, trying to vain to suppress the smile that threatened to bloom across your face. Feet gliding towards him on their own accord, you approached the throne as he held out his hands, finding yourself within his grasp faster that you would have guessed.

He patted his thigh again, eyes half-lidded as he slid his fingers around your forearm and pulled you gently closer. You turned to sit yourself down on his leg, feeling like one of those children nervous over a mall Santa Clause. It wasn’t until he halted your turn, snatching your other arm to keep you facing him that you realized what he wanted.

Not one to disappoint, you brought your one knee up to rest beside his thigh, hoisting yourself up to straddle him on his throne. You dragged your lower half over his lap as you settled yourself atop him, sliding your fingers up his chest to lace them behind his neck.

“You have a meeting in twenty minutes, my lord” you purred at him, chest heaving from excitement as you felt his length beginning to stiffen under you.

His expression darkened, eyes flashing red as his fingers ghosted up your sides.

“Then I guess we better get started…”


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BTS Reaction | Drunk Sex

Request:  Um…hi… I was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction, where they got drunk and you had sex… I would like to see their reaction the next morning. I hope whatever I said makes sense… I love your blog btw. ❤

A/N: Thank you for the request (sorry it took a while)

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anonymous asked:

here's a prompt where instead of neil getting hurt in a game, it's andrew

this turned into fluff????? mark this down on the calendar, guys, because I never turn angst into fluff at least not like this

Neil isn’t on the court when it happens, so he sees every second. It’s not the first time a team got it in their heads that the way to win the game was to sacrifice a striker in order to take down Andrew. But it’s the first time they’ve decided to sacrifice two strikers and a defensive dealer.

Andrew gets the ball out of the goal and then braces for the impact of the striker. If it had ended there, Andrew would have been fine, brick house that he is. But the other striker, in a blatant foul, rams into Andrew as well, and then the fucking defensive dealer piles on as well. Whistles blow and the buzzer goes off, calling the game to a halt as red cards are thrown and the referees make their way onto the field.

Neil is on his feet and running without remembering to tell his body to move. Wymack and the referees try to stop him, but Neil ducks and shoves past them. The other players are already on their feet, but Andrew is still on his back, racquet laying a foot from his extended hand. 

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Okay okay but like imagine inej comes back after being gone for a while catching slavers and stuff and then kaz is at the docks waiting for her and he's like I need ur help for a heist and she's kinda disappointed cuz she thought he'd be more kaz than dirty hands towards her when she got back but she's like sure I'll help but really it's all made up and he comes up with this elaborate plan for a heist but it really leads to a spot that has like a date set up or something like that

This is so adorable and all I need in my life. Kaz with a secret romantic side, I’d die. But look since Kaz is an awkward seventeen year old after all—whose most complex con is his own veneer of detachment—I imagine it differently. 

I mean this is the same kid who waited to talk to her because he didn’t know what to say. And then when he finally did he started going over plans they’d already established. The same boy who found her parents but didn’t know how to take her reaction so he started on about if things didn’t go as planned they’d be picking up her corpse instead. 

This boy has no idea what he’s doing when it comes to Inej. So imagine he tells her about a heist but it’s real. Except it’s not complicated and he could’ve done it alone. They’re only breaking into some rich guy’s place. Knowing the homeowner is out of town and there are only two men guarding the front entrance, Kaz anticipates the empty mansion. 

He set this entire thing up because he doesn’t know how to ask her out on a real date.  

While they’re there he starts to uncharacteristically linger. He appraises each piece of art in the extensive collection even though he’s not interested in stealing either of them. He just wants to hear her opinions. And when they get upstairs to rummage through the wife’s jewelry his quick lock pick fingers clasp a bracelet on her wrist while she’s not looking. When she feels the cold links draping her wrist, he walks away as if nothing happened. (Inej decides not to keep it, but doesn’t mean she isn’t flattered)

When she catches up with him she’s still blushing bright red and he’s raiding through their food. This is the most time they’ve ever spent in someone else’s place and it becomes clear to her then he’s after alone time with her, not anything in the house.

They end up sitting across from each other on the marble floor in the kitchen. With only the glow from a small candle, they pass a plate of fancy desserts, catching up on things they’ve missed.

It’s not long before the wife and kids come home and they have to leave. They climb out of a window, stumbling over the box of hibiscus that hung from the ledge. Laughing, they sprint down the street as they dust dirt from their clothes. They run all the way to Wylan’s because that’s where she plans on staying. When they say goodbye and she shifts through her pocket for her spare key, she pulls out a handful of the flowers and gasps. When did he even pick them up? How did he slip them in her pocket?

She watches him walk away, shaking her head. He turns and smirks before disappearing into the billows of smoke. She buries her nose in the flowers to breathe them in, smiling as she pushes into the house.

Down For The Count: Jungkook

Prompt: New series ’How he goes down on you’ - They will be posted youngest to oldest. Jungkook/Taehyung/Jimin/Namjoon/Hoseok/Yoongi/Seokjin

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: Smut, oral (female receiving)

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Tension(Jhope AMBW Smut)

I wrote this for mainly two people @silhouetted-beauty and my best friend Ti. But I hope that I make a lot of girls happy with this one<3 

“I hate him so much!” You complained flopping down on your back, your sheets ruffling and flaring up around your body some corners draping on your limbs as you looked up at the ceiling frowning.

“No, you don’t, you secretly wish he’d come in there and whisper to you in his deep voice.” Your friend Destiny teased you with a small snicker she could just imagine how red your face was getting from becoming flustered by the male.

“HEY! Whose side are you on?!?” You whined softly as you shut your eyes slamming one of your fists down on the bed.

“I’m on your side! Unless Hoseok puts you there first.” She was howling in laughter at how you sputtered on the phone, trying to find words but coming up short of them.

“I’m hanging up.” You sighed softly rolling your eyes.

“Listen, hey y/n it’s not that bad. I know that you two have your run ins but I’m pretty sure that you are going to be okay once you actually take initiative to talk to him.” Destiny advised and you rolled your eyes.

“Talk to him? This is the same man that has random girls in his room! And loud music all the time! He always people over! And he is so arrogant like he all fine when he really isn’t!” You almost screamed throwing a tantrum in your bed. Not knowing you were screaming that loud you heard a knock on your door. You frowned wondering who was pounding on your door. You got up slowly after telling Destiny to hold on, opening the door you see him. The devil himself, Jung Hoseok. He leaned against your door with his hand eyeing you slowly.

“What the fuck do you want?” You snarled glaring at him. He gave a little smirk as he pointed towards his door which was two doors over from across your room.

“Me and my girl are trying to get busy and we can’t fuck if you’re being loud.” Hoseok muttered as he pushed himself off your door.

“You know what, fuck you. You don’t consider my feelings and I won’t consider yours asshole.” You moved to slam the door in his face locking it and walking back towards your bed laying on your stomach.

Hoseok couldn’t believe it. He could hear some of the guys passing by laughing at him. He was so pissed off at how you treated him. Like he was nothing when most of the girls were not hesitant to hop on his dick at all. He could feel his face heating up, he was pissed and he would make you pay oh yes. He stormed back towards his room shutting the door behind him taking off his hoody to reveal his perfectly toned abs. He had heard you by pure luck, you weren’t even that loud he just wanted to fuck with you a bit. He wouldn’t have missed out on a chance at seeing your curvy body and smooth skin. You were so beautiful, a brown cutie with brown eyes. He and his friends always thought you stood out because you had melanin in you and he, himself wanted to be down with the swirl but approaching you had never been easy. You were cocky for no reason, sure you got good grades and perfect attendance. Sure, you could sing and dance without a problem but no one ever got you, you turned everyone down and he didn’t get why you felt you were above everyone else. You had a smart mouth and he wanted to put it to work on his dick, the way you walked he could tell not many got a chance to even press up against you. You made him sexually frustrated and pissed off at the same time, treating him like he was beneath you.

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come fuck me?” His ‘date’ for the evening asked. He came back to his senses smiling at her as he unzipped his pants.

“Get on all fours baby and take your hair down from that ponytail.” Hoseok commanded as he strolled to her but he was imagining it was you. He wanted you to be on your knees for him, hands gripping the sheets as he slammed into your tight wet pussy over and over again. He wanted to hear you cry out his name as he fucked you raw and hard, making your knees dig into his sheets. He wanted to pull your hair and slap your ass. He wanted to make you call him daddy and beg for him to hit that same spot. He wanted to make you cum and be a complete shaking mess under him right now just how he had this random girl. But alas, tonight he couldn’t have you so he would just imagine until he got you.

That night you lounged around your bed, going between being pissed and stunned with what Hoseok said to you. How dare he come talk to you like that and demand that you be quiet? Who did he think he was? It was infuriating how some men worked and he was no better. You hated whoever thought Co-Ed dorms were a great idea. But this was also Jung Hoseok and no matter what he probably would still end up in the same building as you. Why did you hate him? A few reasons. The main was because he was a fuckboy. He put his dick in any and everything. You didn’t like the fact that everyone talked about him like he was so great and amazing because he wasn’t anything. And you hated him for more reasons, the way he rapped how he sang, how he walked around like he owned the damn place and everyone. You had seen him a few times with a tank or just plain shirtless playing soccer and he was fine. You were attracted to his intellect, his personality, and his body.  It was so bad that you couldn’t explain how quick your fingers found your pussy or how you longed to feel him finger fucking you ruthlessly against the bed instead of it being yourself. Your muffled moans into the sheets as you bit onto the soft fabric making a drool spot form from your lips. You were fed up with yourself, in no time you were releasing calling out his name as your slick fingers drove against your spot, your back arched and body locking up from the sweet sensation that crawled through your bones. Sighing loudly, you slumped against the bed as your hips snapped against your fingers calming down your high and instead replaced you feeling empty and even more bitter to him now than you did.

The next few weeks went the same way, you saw him in class and around lunch times and when you went back to your room. It was hell, it seemed you were becoming much more frustrated with him now then what you were doing the past few weeks. It was hard to ignore him when all you wanted to do was to go up to him and demand that he fuck you, but for numerous of reasons nothing could happen between you two. You knew Destiny would have a field day and scream I told you so. You couldn’t let that happen.

Going to the gym always seemed to calm you down. You stepped on the treadmill pulling down the soft cotton fabric of your tight leggings that rested against your knees. You moved your tank around before placing the beat earbuds in your ears turning the music up loud. You started to slowly jog on the treadmill until you were able to increase the speed bit by bit. You didn’t hear the door open, nor did you feel the gaze on you until it was too late. Hoseok moved to stand on the treadmill beside you, looking you up and down and staring at you so much you couldn’t help but feel it. Turning to look at him, you growled rolling your eyes at him before facing forward again increasing your speed until the jog was a bit faster. Hoseok, not liking that you were ignoring him set the treadmill to match your speed running alongside of you. It pissed you off that he was trying to keep up with you, so you started to go faster. And from there it started a race on who could run faster, and you couldn’t believe you were doing this. Breaking out into a full sprint, your hands had to hold onto the treadmill to keep you from falling, you took deep heavy breaths and your legs were turning into jelly as you tried to keep up with Hoseok’s pace. You ticked up the speed until you were hitting a five flat and tiring yourself out quickly. Hoseok chuckled because the pace wasn’t that hard for him, but he listened to yours grunts and groans, you loud cry of pain as your legs almost gave out. You turned the speed down until you were at a walking speed, your hands pressing down on a bar as you tried to walk out the stiffness in your legs everything burned. Sweat pooled on your forehead, it moved down your face as your clothes clung to you. You didn’t know if you’d be able to walk to your room but thankfully after you cooled down you stepped down on the treadmill looking over as Hoseok used his headband to pull his hair back from his face. You studied him, seeing the sweat drift down from his face to his neck, his bronze skin. His plump lips that were becoming chapped. His shirt was clinging to his body, his biceps popping out as he pressed his feet down against the treadmill. You watched behind him, looking at his toned legs, his firm ass that you would grab and hold as he pounded into you. You had to tell yourself to leave before he caught you staring at him and you didn’t want to hear the end of this. Sighing you went back to your room and showered for the night falling asleep with your fingers buried in your heat like any other night.

A month had passed but you hadn’t been seeing Hoseok as much and you guessed it had to do with the fact that the semester was winding down and he was about to graduate college. You were about to be a senior, so you should have been happy that you wouldn’t have to see him next semester but instead it was replaced with sadness and you couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t have his presence around. On top of that, your exams were ruthless and the study guides were even worse. Someone also had filled all the washers with clothes meaning you had to stay up late and wait for the openings. But after twenty more minutes after waiting for a full hour you got tired of it and decided to move the clothes yourself. Placing them in the dryer you smiled in triumph, setting your clothes in and moving the settings to what you wanted it to be. The door opened to the room as you were grabbing your wash basket and in walked the person you had been having conflicts in your head with.  

“Where. Are my clothes?” Hoseok asked shutting the shut behind him. You froze before you straightened up leaning against the dryer.

“You didn’t come get your shit, be grateful I even put it in the dryer.” You snapped at him grabbing your things once again to take it out of the washroom. Hoseok growled and snatched your basket from you placing it up above your head and eventually setting it on a high shelf that only he had an advantage of reaching comfortably.”

“Well well little miss perfect thinks she can just move my shit without asking? Sorry princess but life doesn’t work like that.” He spat at you, and you hated it more that he was so much taller than you because you felt as if he was scolding you for committing some act of treason.

“Excuse me!! You should have come and got your shit! It’s been here for an hour and twenty minutes now!! Not my fucking fault you can’t stop shoving your dicks in everything and take care of responsibility.” You spat back at him feeling your anger rise so much that your fingers were starting to dig into your clammy palms as your hands became fist.

“Maybe you should try having a dick shoved in you. Maybe you wouldn’t be such a stuck-up bitch.” Hoseok insulted you to your face. The words he uttered to you stung and they hurt, without thinking you raised your hand up ready to slap him, but to your dismay it didn’t work like that at all. Hoseok grabbed your left wrist as you brought your hand up and spun you around until your front was pressing against the dryer that you had thrown all his clothes in. He gripped at both of your wrist pinning them behind you with one hand letting the other grip your chin and force you to look at him.

“Who do you think you are? Like you could really fucking reach me.” He kept insulting you, his brown eyes bearing into yours with anger and something else you wished you weren’t seeing.

“You can go choke on a dick. Because I’m pretty sure somebody loves making you their bitch.” You snarled in a sweet voice. Hoseok looked as if he was ready to commit a murder. His pupils dilated and his nose flared as he dug his nails into your hips.

“Oh yeah?” He asked moving his hand from your wrist to grip at your hair pushing your head against the dryer. His other large hand moved from yours hips to rub your ass before he gave it two slaps on your right cheek through your pajama bottoms. “Well guess whose bitch you’re about to become.” Hoseok taunted as he slapped your ass again watching your body wiggle and your skin heat as you tried to move from him. “That’s right baby by all means fight me.” He groaned pressing against you. “Because the harder you fight.. The. Harder. I. Fuck.” He snapped his hips against yours with every word he spoke making your clothed ass bounce back against his hips lightly. He pulled back to look down at your body, seeing his half erect member poking through your plump ass cheeks he shook his head. “You need to be punished for being so damn fine. Let’s see if you can be a good girl for me.” Hoseok smiled grabbing at the hems of your shorts.

You were going between wanting him and not wanting him, you didn’t know which side was winning. But saying he didn’t turn you on was a big ass lie because you knew he did without a doubt, but you were in public and anyone could come in at any time to wash and you would be screwed.

“We are in public!” You reminded him as he yanked your pj bottoms down as well as your panties to your knees. You gasped as he exposed your skin, he smirked when he saw the blooming red hand print that was forming on your right cheek from his hit.

“Someone scared of a little danger? I guess you will have to keep quiet then if you don’t want anyone to know that prime fuck daddy is making you cum.” He leaned down biting into your left ass cheek causing you to jump and your hips to bite into the dryer. You pushed your hips back thrashing wildly, trying to slap the fuck out of him because of what he was saying and how he was acting.

“I don’t want you Hoseok! Let me go- “You choked back a gasp as you felt his slender finger into you. You paused, your mouth hanging open as he buried his finger to the knuckle and then deeper than that.

“Hmm?” Hoseok teased. “You were saying what?” He asked you circling his finger around inside of your wet pussy. He was amazed at how wet you were but he was far from complaining. He knew you had checked him out and it was confirmed by his friends as well that you looked him up and down but to be in this moment and finally have something he wanted, oh yes, he was going to milk you and make sure you never forgot who he was. “I said speak!” He ordered taking his long slender finger out of you to slap across your right ass cheek on the same spot to make the place sore and red again. “So, now you can’t speak?” He asked you as he rubbed your wet juices around your left ass cheek. He gave you four licks watching as your plump ass cheek jiggled from how he hit you with such force seeing the skin slowly turn red.

“I hate you.” You said slowly through clenched teeth, your knees lightly trembled and your hands pressed against the top of the dryer as you willed yourself to be defiant and not to give in to him though you wanted him so bad.

“Yes y/n by all means hate me baby girl.” He teased with a throaty laugh. His finger escaping inside of your wet pussy again feeling the warmth suck up his finger as he curved it slightly watching your hips lightly jerk. He moved it slowly in and out of you seeing the dryer move the upper part of your body slightly because of the vibrations. “That’s right I want you to hate me. Because this pussy is so wet and ready based off your hatred. I want to hear you say it.” He teased adding another finger inside of you laughing to himself as you shut your legs, your supple thighs becoming appealing and something he wanted to mark. Your ass looking like two round globes that he wanted to fuck into as well as your pussy that was looking so pretty and so wet pressed together. Your heat becoming inviting to him as he stretched you out hearing the wet lewd sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you.

“S-say what?” You asked continuing to hold your moans, but pants were in the wake as you tried to clear your throat and listen to him over the sound of your heart beating into your ears. He was stretching you out and it had been a while since you had fucked anyone but he was doing a damn good job. Curving his fingers and stroking your walls searching for the spot that would end all your bullshit with him. You wanted more, you wanted him to tear it up already but you weren’t going to beg him. As if he could read an ounce of your thoughts his thumb brushed against your clit causing you to release a slight whimper before your teeth clamped down on your plump bottom lip.

“That’s it.. I want you to tell me that I don’t make you wet. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me I’m not the reason this pretty pussy is gushing with juices. Tell me that it’s not me causing all this water to fall down your legs. Tell me I’m not the reason your panties are so wet. Tell me that you haven’t been finger fucking yourself wishing that it was me.” When Hoseok said the last part, you froze and your mind went on high alert. Once he saw that he had you he gave a proud smirk to himself speeding up his fingers to thrust into different angles until he was hitting against your spot and he knew it was your spot because you brought a hand up to your mouth to cover your cries as your pussy sucked on his fingers. Hoseok leaned down pressing wet kisses up your spine moaning softly at how smooth your brown skin was against his lips. He kissed on your shoulder through your shirt before he leaned over you with his chest flush against your back releasing your hair he let his hand moved in front of you to grab at your hips and push you back against him, his lips against your ear as he exhaled a few breaths allowing his warm breath to fan across your heated skin.

“You think that you’re always quiet but I got news for you. If you time it just right and wait for maybe three to four in the morning when you think everyone is asleep. If I press my ear against your door. I can hear those faint whispers of my name. Hoseok don’t stop please.” He mimicked in your voice whispering your dirty secrets to you. “And do you know what that does to me?” Hoseok asked as he thrusted his fingers faster inside of you pulling and pushing them deep into your walls causing your legs to shake as your eyes rolled back. “Do you know how hard it is to not moan your name when I’m fucking someone else wishing it was you?” He asked biting down on your earlobe causing you to release a yelp of pleasure as your hips pushed down against his fingers in a needy manner. “I have wanted to tear this pussy up since the moment I first ever got to know all about you.” Hoseok admitted licking the shell of your ear. “So, don’t mistake this and think it’s just one night oh no baby. I’m going to make you and your sweet pretty pussy remember how it felt to have daddy stroking inside of you until this pussy cat was purring.”

Your whole body jolted form his words, you knew for sure you would cum. Your toes curled in your socks and you could feel the coil in your stomach as your mind blanked out and was only replaced with his name. But Hoseok was not satisfied with you yet, as if he wanted you to get caught he pulled his fingers from you causing you to whine and gasp as your hips jerked against air fucking nothing. Only the dryer was able to hold up your shaking legs as your high was so close to being there and you could feel only the trickle of your orgasm starting to hit you. Hoseok was satisfied with you, but you weren’t you looked back at him feeling your mouth dry at the sight. Through his sweats, you could see his bulge imprint against his leg, and his shirt was sleeveless and had the sides cut down the middle revealing his toned tan body. His brown hair was pushed back to reveal his forehead. You wanted him, and you were feeling your pride eat away at you but he was just standing there looking at you. Slowly he lifted his fingers to his mouth sucking off your juices moaning as he purposefully brought his tongue out to roll against his digits.

“Hoseok.” You started biting on your lip, you were nervous and you didn’t want to do this, but you knew your own fingers weren’t going to get you off. You were going to need him to finish the ache that was between your legs and he seemed ready to pounce whenever you said the word. When he didn’t answer you, your eyes drifted shut before you fisted at the hems of your shirt. “Please.” You stated slightly and he brought his fingers from his plump lips.

“Please?” He questioned eyeing you as if to tell you to go on.

“Please. Look. You know what I want. And I don’t want anyone walking in on us. Let’s go back to my room. I won’t fight you anymore. Just not here.” You tried to reason with him. He seemed unsatisfied with your answer. “Whatever you want Hoseok. Even if it’s to go to your room.” You pleaded covering your quivering heat as he seemed to eye that the most, his eyes rising slowly over your figure until he locked eyes with you, the air around you becoming thick to slice.

“Whatever I want.” He repeated as you nodded your head. “I want you to get on your knees and use your mouth.” Hoseok stated knocking your hopeful smile to a frown.

“Excuse the hell out of me?” You questioned him.

“You heard me right. On your knees, taking my dick between those plump lips and showing me that it’s worth more than shit talking.” Hoseok stated leaning against a table that was used for folding clothes.

“Please you got me fucked up.” You rolled your eyes and he shrugged watching you.

“Fine then have fun getting yourself off.” He called out pulling out his phone to find some porn and finish his job, it was going to suck but he knew how to control himself and he wanted to control you.

“Are you serious?!” You stomped your foot, watching him for a second. “What if-“

“Someone comes in?” He asked again rolling his eyes. “I knew you were dull at moments but I never thought it would be this bad. You keep wasting all this time talking about what if this and that but if you did what I ask or simply not played hard to get we probably would be in my bedroom right now fucking. So, the choice is yours, either you do or don’t.” Hoseok made it plain and simple. You were appalled. Staring at him for a second you weighed your options but what did you really have to lose? A reputation yes but so did he so it wasn’t as if you were in this long. And you knew that people washed late but they all stopped at a certain time so now it was just a matter of you being able to keep quiet. Seeing him there though you didn’t know when you’d get another chance. Swallowing a lump in your throat you reached for your pajama bottoms about to pull them up when he stopped you.

“Keep those bottoms right where they are unless you’re leaving. In that case have a good night.” He chirped in with a sweet eye smile in your direction. You couldn’t stand him; how could something be so cute and so fucking ready to make you choke in .03 seconds? Sighing, you walked forward until you were closing the distance getting on your knees. Hoseok had to admit he didn’t expect you to stay but seeing you on your knees in front of him, licking the outline of his dick was enough to have it twitching in the confines of his boxers. He could feel his breath hitch but he told himself to hold it in and not to break yet. You flicked your tongue at him, grabbing at the hems of his sweats your placed your cool finger tips against his skin, grabbing his boxers as well and you pushed them down to the floor in one go. His dick stood proud and tall, his tip pink and angry slight precum leaking from the head.

Your mouth watered at the size, he was big and had a thick girth but you could handle it. Bracing your hands on his thighs you licked around his tip capturing his attention. Hoseok acted as if he was bored on his phone, but he was secretly taking pictures of you teasing his tip. Flicking your tongue up and down his slit, nibbling on his head and opening your mouth to let him pass through your pink lips slowly. Once he got enough pictures he waited until you started to bob your head with just half of his length entering in your mouth to record a video. You were playing with him, only sucking half of him and hollowing your cheeks. He reached a hand down grabbing at your hair threading his fingers through it to feel your strands of hair on his fingertips. You were comforted by this but all too soon he changed the pace of things shoving your head down further on his shaft making you take more of him in. He groaned as you choked once, he could feel himself reaching the back of your throat as you choked. Catching the moment on camera was all he needed before he was ending the video and throwing the phone down on the table beside him. He spread his legs a little wider looking down at you with his mouth opening into a ‘o’ form he controlled your head making you move at a face pace and take him as deep as you could. He rutted his hips forward letting his balls slap against your chin and get wet from the spit that was falling past your lips down your chin.

“Mmm do you like that you pretty little thing? Do you like tasting daddy’s dick? You take it so well. I just love hearing you choke on it. Fuck look at that pretty mouth, I could fuck it all day until it was sore and you were hoarse. But I’d only switch over to pounding into your pussy next.” Hoseok teased, he rolled his hips holding your head down making you swallow around his shaft or he was changing the pace. He loved watching your face turn red, the way your eyes watered up as it got too much to handle. How your hands pushed at his legs sometimes or your nails dug into his thighs. Your little gag sounds mixed in with slight moans. You looked so beautiful to him always but seeing the innocent cocky girl on her knees just did something to him and he couldn’t explain it. Feeling your tongue roll under his shaft and press against his sensitive veins was like heaven.

You tried to please him as much as you could. Yes, he pressed his hips harshly against your mouth, your jaw was slack with how you had to relax for him. But you could see yourself doing this for him again if he ever asked. The sex faces he made was satisfying, how he grumbled in a deep voice and said vulgar things to you. How the sweat started to form around his forehead as his eyebrows knitted together and he took in the scene before you. You were happy that you got him of his phone and paying attention to you and all that you could offer him. Your hand went up cupping his balls and playing with the sack as he face fucked you. That’s when Hoseok knew he had to stop you, it was like you were picking him apart when he should have been doing that to you. Hoseok pulled your head off his wet dick slowly, he was so hard and he needed you but he wasn’t done with foreplay yet and he had to get you back worked up.

“Stand up.” He commanded in a deep voice thick with lust. You heard voices that were faint and grew louder as people from the outside passed and either went to their room from somewhere or vice versa. Regardless it caused you both to pause and Hoseok was more than ready to defend you but luckily the fun wasn’t ruined yet.

He pushed you back against the dryer that was about to approach having less that fifteen minutes left before his clothes were done. Hoseok got on his knees taking your left foot out of your bottoms lifting it up and throwing it over his shoulder. “I want you to take your breast out of your bra and touch them for me. Play with yourself like I know you can.” He winked at you kissing up your thigh slowly. You hesitated but it seemed the more time he spent kissing on your body the less you could really think about as he approached your heat. Hoseok let his lips pucker up and blow air against your clit, darting his tongue out to press soft kisses against your lips as he watched you pull down your shirt and bra grabbing your breast and folding them for him. Your lip bit making his dick jump once again as your fingers roamed over your hardened nipples. “Spit on them.” Hoseok commanded licking up and down your lips slowly nibbling on your flesh. You obeyed, spitting on your breast though it was embarrassing. You did it until your nipples were wet enough that you could play with them for him, rubbing the spit in. Hoseok smirked latching his lips onto your clit sucking on it. His tongue pressed against the bud flicking it as he watched you pleasure yourself from above. He gripped at your ass cheeks pressing your hips close to his face moaning as his tongue went wild flicking up and down your clit at a rapid pace and soon he was teasing your entrance rolling his tongue around you steadily. He moaned against your heat shaking his head side to side eating you to the point you were sure people outside would hear what was going on from the sheer sound alone.

He slipped his muscle inside of you the wet long pink muscle tongue fucking you as he held your hips flush against his face. Your head rolled back as his hair tickled the top of your pussy and the lower part of your stomach. Your toes curled in your socks as your hips tried to jerk forward. You could feel the curving of his tongue as he explored your warmth claiming it for himself. Your hands gave up playing with your breast and you went to pull at his hair instead, the silk strands feeling good to touch as your nails grazed at his scalp. Your chest rose and fell from how much he pleased you, your mouth hung open but you willed yourself only to give silent cries, laying back against the vibrating dryer you focused on how it felt to have him flicking his tongue rapidly against your spot circling and flattening his tongue. Hoseok could eat you out all day he was sure of it, though his face was becoming wet with your juices he didn’t mind having to clean it up later at all. As long as he got to taste the sweetness and pull this reaction from you he would always try to get you to come undone under him. He pulled back slowly licking up your slit again, your fingers were locked in his hair but you slowly let it go so that you could look at him. Hoseok’s face was glistening with your juices that he drank up and he stood up slowly looking down at you before he wiped off his mouth. He turned you around and you went willingly pressing your hands back against the dryer. Hoseok heard the dryer shut off, but he only started it back up pulling your hips from the machine a bit so that he could angle you.

He lifted one of your legs up, letting the inside of his arm hold you under the back of your knee. He made you bend your leg, his free hand pressing his dick flush against your slit causing his hips to brush his member against your clit and back down. You concentrated harder on not moaning, he was teasing you again, the wetness from you given him heard was starting to dry up but your pussy did the trick of getting him wet enough to slide into you. He moved to position himself at your entrance and slowly he sunk himself inside of your pussy. Burying himself to the hilt, he watched as you leaned forward trying to adjust. He didn’t want to hurt you but he didn’t want you to have too much of a pause especially since you weren’t exactly safe from the outside world. Anyone could open the door at any time and you would both be screwed. Hoseok pulled out all the way before he slammed back inside of you, starting off a rhythm of going between slow grinding and quick body rolls. Your head swam with all thoughts of him and your heart seemed to stop every time he surged his hips forward. One of his hands resting on your hips he pulled you back to him seeing how your plump ass meet his flesh time and time again. He loved it, he just couldn’t hear anything from you and he didn’t like that. “Moan or I’ll stop.” He warned but of course you were too stubborn to listen so you didn’t do anything. Hoseok slowed all the way down barely moving inside of you.

“I find it extremely funny that you have become putty in my hands yet you refuse to moan for me as if you’re not enjoying this.” He commented with a scoff rolling his hips deep against yours causing his shaft to lightly graze your spot.

“Well I guess that I’m not putty, then am I?” You asked rhetorically giving him a reason to growl at you and not care about if you limped the next day or not.

Hoseok started to slam into you, bringing your hips back harder against his, he was thrusting into you so hard that he had to press your body against the dryer in fear that he would hurt you or cause you to bruise your hips from hitting the dryer every time he lurched forward. Hoseok smirked and switched the angle of his hips searching for your spot and when he found it he drilled it, his thick dick pounding into your wet greedy walls that was sucking him in and wrapping snuggly around him. He had no mercy on you, it felt so good but it stung as well. At how fast he was moving his hips against yours, you wanted him to slow down because you were going to start screaming if he kept fucking you like that. Your hand reached out to grab at him but you only ended up fisting at his shirt trying to push him back. Hoseok grinned at you doing an aegyo voice as he slipped his finger down to rub at your clit.

“Do you like that? Does it feel good to have daddy’s long fingers playing with this puffy clit as he fucks this pussy nice and deep? Look at how stretched out I made you baby girl. How good you swallow daddy in, I can just see how I’m slipping inside of this pretty pink pussy and it feel so amazing. Look at you so fucked and ruined against this dryer. What if someone comes in and sees you like this. Daddy’s fucking toy. Do you like being that?” Hoseok asked you rolling his fingers against your clit. You weren’t going to answer him but your mouth uttered the words and your brain just seemed to go with it.

“God yes.” You moaned out softly looking up in his eyes and he gave you a crooked smirk.

“Yes what baby doll?” He asked pinching on your clit causing you to yelp as your hips pushed back against his to some extent.

“Yes daddy! Yes, I love it when you fuck me. I love being your fucktoy.” You mouthed out as he watched you leaning forward to press his forehead against yours.

“Mmm fuck yeah baby. Do you like how daddy stretches you up?” He questioned and you nodded your head again answering.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this daddy. To have your thick dick inside of me, fucking my wet pussy and making me behave like a good girl. I love feeling your hips push against mine daddy. I love it when you treat me like this.” You whimpered, your bottom lip quivering as your stomach tightened up again.

“Yeah? You tried to disobey but you’re my fucking good girl. Who do you belong to? Say it!” Hoseok commanded harshly. His free hand reached up and he slapped the left side of your cheek slightly before he was choking you, pushing his hips harder against you winding in different directions and letting his body roll against yours. He bit on your bottom lip, your breath was mixing in as you moaned out for him a bit louder, his name falling from your lips in almost a silent plea and it released a growl from his lips. He kept up his ruthless speed though his hips were hurting and his legs were tired, he couldn’t rest until he got you off.

“Please let me come daddy. Please Hoseok. Please!” You begged him with what voice you did have left feeling your breast bounce up and down the vibrations shooting through your nipples and down to yours stomach.

“Tell me who you belong to.” He repeated once again allowing you to remember that you never answered him the first time. Your mouth dropped open as you started to approach your high, your insides starting to churn as your limbs were staring to tingle.

“You! I belong to you Hoseok!” You were pretty sure if anyone lived close to the room they heard you. Hoseok smirked proudly nodding his head as his fingers tapped against your pussy.

“Come for daddy then baby.” Hoseok pressed his lips against yours, initiating a makeout session that was slow and deep despite how he was pounding into your heat without mercy. The juices from your pussy was starting to drop down on your pajamas and the floor as your eyes drifted shut. He gave you a few more thrusts and you were cumming on his dick, moaning against his mouth as he sucked on your tongue and squeezed a little tighter on your neck. Feeling you grip him like a vice and make such needy sounds only helped Hoseok to reach his end faster. His balls tightened up as his orgasm approached him. His thrusts were becoming erratic and untimed as he kept searching for the high. He shoved his tongue into your mouth tracing everything as he buried his load inside of you, he made sure you took it all giving a few lazy thrusts to ride out your orgasms together. When he was done, he broke the kiss and let you go slowly allowing your body to once again shake against the dryer machine as you caught your breath. He sat there for a second before he started to dress himself back up and you seeing this did the same thing. Not a single word was uttered for a bit but you felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulder and you could go back to using only your fingers but not forgetting how he felt.

“So, I want you to take out my clothes fold them and bring them into my room after you put yours in the dryer.” Hoseok said casually getting a piece of paper towel and cleaning himself off as you laughed at him. He frowned looking at you watching as you looked back at him.

“You’re really funny.” You admitted stretching out.

“Who.. Said this was a joke?” Hoseok asked tilting his head.

“Well…” You thought about it for a second your old self coming back to view as the horny side of you had been satisfies. “We are not dating, we aren’t even friends so how can you make me do something like that when I don’t have a reason for it? You can go back to ignoring me and vice versa.” You pointed out to him. Hoseok gave a loud laugh as he got back on his phone causing you to frown.

“Y/n. I meant what I said when I said that tonight wouldn’t be the only night I fuck you- or quite frankly own you. You may not think it but we are friends. And you’re going to be my personal little chore doer and you’re going to get daddy off when he needs it.” He said patting his dick biting his lips as he reached forward to cup your breast causing you to slap his hand and push him as he walked towards the door.

“If I don’t agree??” You asked skeptical folding your hands over your chest as he opened the door.

“Then, everyone will know what happens when good girls finally give into fuck boys. And not to mention the great video deal a lot of people would want. I’m sure you’d make some guys rub ones out.” You frowned about to ask him what he meant but then he turned his phone towards you showing the video of you choking on his dick, the obvious sounds and insults being heard as he face fucked you. Your skin burned red from embarrassment as you wished sudden death upon the male. “Don’t be late baby. I don’t take too kindly to waiting.” Hoseok said wiggling his fingers at you as he shut the door and disappeared to his room leaving you to throw a tantrum kicking at the dryer and the washer.

All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.7

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1601
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mentions of blood, sexual content.
A/N: This wraps up a very Heathens filled weekend, thank you lovely people for sticking with me! Not sure when I’ll be posting it but just a heads up that pt8 is going to be the final installment for this series!

The song Gold by Eurielle was definitely being played during the writing process for this part so thanks @gondorgirl01 for recommending it to me months ago! And of course, Heathens by Twenty One Pilots because always.

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| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Prequel | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

[Previously]

He was distracted from his thoughts when you shifted positions. The thin strap of your nightgown slid from your shoulder and exposed the curves of your breasts pushing against the silky material. Subconsciously, he ran his tongue over his fangs as he imagined biting into the soft mounds. A wicked thought crossed his mind and his eyes turned to coal as he started stepping forward again. The only light in the room came from the moon shining through the windows and now the ominous glow emitting from his dark limb as he waved it as his side. He smirked when you started to react.

I’ll start making it up to you, doll. You’re in for a long night.

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everything in between...

After the final battle, Killian and Emma finally find their way home. (I like imagining the conversations we never see, and the sexy times that follow)
rated M, 1200 words


The walk up to their door seems endless, both of them clinging to the last tendrils of adrenaline keeping them upright after a hellishly long day. Killian’s lost track of the hour, but his body feels every minute spent, muscles still burning from his climb and fall from the beanstalk, head aching from clenching his teeth as Emma performed her Savior’s sacrifice before his eyes. Her fingers give his a gentle squeeze causing her wedding ring to press against his and like a rope snapping loose in the wind, he becomes completely untethered. Eyes burning with overflowing emotion, he stops, turns and gathers her close, tucking his face into her hair as hot tears splash down over his cheeks.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Shaking his head, he just pulls her in tighter, not sure of how to express the weight of everything crashing down over him, just knowing he needs to hold her and allow himself a moment to find his bearings. Her woolen cap is slightly rough against his temple, but it’s so achingly Emma that he finds himself leaning further into it, the threads drying the tracks of his tears. Keeping his hook anchored against her back, he loosens his grip on her jacket so he can cup her cheek with his hand, forcing a shaky smile upon his lips as he finds her worried eyes with his own.

“Sorry, Swan, it’s been an exceedingly trying day.”

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Dreams

All because of those fucking shorts

Word count: 875

Genre: smut

@perpetually-jungshookPAYBACK. Also, a big thanks to @roseok for being my editor. You are the fucking best, love!

Originally posted by spankmejimin

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anonymous asked:

for that ronan and adam thing: honestly i just really love the idea of really tired adam (having school in the morning then two jobs + studying and college applications) just coming home to st agnes and ronans just THERE and he literally collapses into his boyfriend and ronans like "god adam, you cant even stand up" and cUDDLES AND TAKES CARE OF HIM AND JUST!!! NORMAL LIL TEENS IN LOVE FOR .2 SECONDS IS MY KINK

DAMN THESE TWO ARE SO AMAZING TO WRITE I LOVE THEM



The street lamps were too bright, the world was too dark.

His feet were too heavy. His back was too stiff, his hands were too cracked.

His work was too much, his pockets were too empty.

It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

Adam adjusted his messenger bag sluggishly, keeping his finger pressed to the outer bottom corner where the edge of his Latin textbook was threatening to fall through and cause more damage to the worn leather. The constant pressure made his bones grind, wing bone pressing tightly against his skin.

There’d been a test in Latin today. He’d done well, he knew he had. He’d recited the verb endings to himself over and over again at the garage, chanting in his head, lips mouthing the vowels to the rhythm of his wrench-twisting wrist, to the beat of the barely working radio his boss always kept on in the break room, anything. It was good. It was the kind of work that could be done with other work.

School had been fine. He’d been tired, but it was fine. He could survive his shift at the garage. He had a granola bar. Only, then Marty had been sick today. And Adam didn’t have two cars to work on, he had four. He’d been given Marty’s work as overtime as a given, without being asked. It was an assumption. A slightly insulting one, but correct all the same. He needed the money. God, everyone knew he needed the money. But it meant this.

He’d gotten work done, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that it was close to two in the morning and he had to be up at six, ready and bright-eyed to start the cycle over again. Over and over. School, work, (sleep?), school, work, (sleep?), school….

Adam closed his eyes when he reached the church door. Pressing his hand to the wood, he let himself fall away for a moment, just a little. Wind only barely made it to his skin, leaves touched his fingertips so lightly that it prickled. Then he pulled back, opened his eyes, sighing. He’d fall over if he let himself relax to much, pass out right here outside of the church, like some unwanted child left by a un-needing mother. Adam almost smirked as he pushed at the door. How fitting.

It was the stairs that really got him. There were barely twelve of them but there might as well have been twelve hundred. He pushed his palm flat to the wall, swaying on the spot when he reached the sixth. He felt his cheek press against his hand and realized he was tilting to his left. He blinked open his eyes, which he hadn’t realized had closed, eyelashes brushing the satin wallpaper that lined the narrow stairwell. He hated this wall paper. It was patterned in leaves, green and shiny, with millions and millions of haloed angels among them, peaking out, hiding, clutching, smiling. He wanted to tear it, wanted to get Cabeswater to tear it, because nature had nothing to do with these angels, this God. God had nothing to do with nature. Nature was Cabsewater, it was separate. It had done everything for him, it had saved him, given him a purpose. Brought him Ronan. And what had God ever done for him? Given him a father that beat on him, a mother who turned a blind eye, and a deaf ear? They didn’t belong on the same wall, much less the same plane. Breathing hard, he pushed away, feet slamming on the last six steps and dragging down the dimly lit hallway.

His hand shook putting the key into the lock and he leaned his forehead against the cool wood, nearly stumbling over when the door clicked open. He went to turn his light on when he realized, after much too long a period to be normal, that it was already lit. The dim, shaded bulb cast the room in a foggy glow, or, more importantly, cast Ronan in a foggy glow. Ronan, beautiful, sharp Ronan sat sprawled on his bed, Chainsaw asleep on the window sill next to him, blue eyes blinking slowly up at him at first, then more alert. He sat up, Chainsaw only lifting her head from beneath her wing for a moment to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Took you long enough, Parish.” His mouth curved up slightly, “Your burrito is cold.”

Adam just stared at him, squinting his eyes, blinking hard.

He caught glimpses of Ronan’s face morphing into one of confusion, then worry, but it was like the room wouldn’t stay in focus, “Parish?”

Adam felt his bag drop from his shoulder and heard the unmistakable tear of leather. He cursed, but found his lips wouldn’t move enough to make the actual word, just a blurred version of it. Then he was falling. Then he wasn’t. He didn’t know if he had been falling for hours or seconds, but suddenly there were arms around his waist and breath against his neck. Time was gone, and all that was left was Ronan and the ache in Adam’s bones.

“Jesus.” Ronan was now saying, “Jesus, Adam-“ There was worry in Ronan’s voice that Adam didn’t often hear. It made it softer somehow, when worry usually made voices harder. But this was Ronan Lynch. This was Ronan. When was anything ever usual?

Adam couldn’t help it, he let his weight fall against Ronan’s chest, boots slipping against the floor, fingers digging into Ronan’s biceps. He expected Ronan to stumble against the sudden assault, but his arms just tightened, holding Adam against him, chest unmoving.

“Fuck, you can’t even- fucking stand. Fuck.”

When Adam blinked his eyes open next, he was on the bed, Ronan carefully pulling his feet up as well. It had only been a second then. It had felt like years. God, what would an entire night of sleep feel like? Death? Was that what it had come to? Sleep feeling like death? Was that how his body was trying to cope with the lack of it?

His inner ramble was cut off by quick fingers through his hair. He caught a glimpse of Ronan’s worried eyes and then all he could hear was the crinkling of a bag before his chest was being lifted up. He was confused. He would have expected pillows but he only had the one, and it certainly wouldn’t prop him up this high. Instead, he was met with the firmness of Ronan’s chest, the comfort of his arm across his stomach, his thighs snug against his hips, and the mouth of a water bottle pushing against his lips.

“Small sips.” Ronan’s voice was gruff, demanding, “Don’t fucking throw up on me, Parish.”

Adam did as he was told, but only for a second before his head was lolling back against Ronan’s chest, eyes slipping closed. He breathed heavily through his mouth.

“Ro…”

He felt Ronan sigh and stretch to put the water on the window sill, “Yeah. ‘m here.” He felt the fingers in his hair again, slower this time. He felt leather against his temple, then, “You aren’t going to school tomorrow.”

Adam opened his eyes at that, craning his neck backwards so he could see Ronan’s face, “Yes.”

Ronan looked down at him, their noses almost touching. He narrowed his eyes in a very Ronan-like way, “No.”

Honestly, Adam couldn’t argue. He was pretty sure he’d just passed out eleven times in the last five minutes. He already felt his eyes closing again, but he struggled against it, needing one more thing, “You’re going to school tomorrow.”

Ronan scoffed at him. The annoyed noise sounded odd paired with the soft way he was still stroking Adam’s hair back from his forehead, “No.”

Yes.”

Ronan rolled his eyes. Adam could see the way he was biting the insides of his lips, holding the words back. He slouched down on the measly rag of Adam’s pillow and made a face, “What the fuck is this?”

Adam just smiled a little, allowing his eyes to slip closed with the knowledge that Ronan was in for the night with him. He asked that question every time he intended to stay.

There were a few beats of silence. Adam didn’t know how he was still awake. But the air was filled with Ronan about to, waiting, unsure, needing to say something.

“You… You can’t do this.” Ronan’s fingers stilled in his hair, sliding down and tightening around his waist, “I can’t watch you do this.”

Adam mustered enough strength to sigh and roll onto his stomach, chest against chest, nose against neck, “Don’t want to talk about this now.”

Ronan growled a little in his throat, frustration, “You fucking- You fucking passed out-“

“Please.” Adam said against his skin. It was sticky from the humid night air, smelling strongly of grass and heat. If Adam hadn’t been so tired, he was sure he’d be kissing and licking every part of it he could reach by now. Maybe he’d dream of that instead.

Ronan sighed, pushing his cheek against Adam’s head, rubbing gently as if trying to calm himself. His voice came out a whisper when he spoke next, “Just let me get you a pillow. Please, just let me get you a fucking pillow. This is bullshit.”

Adam shushed him softly, already half asleep, ear catching each thump of Ronan’s heart, “Yes. You can buy me a pillow.”

He felt Ronan nod, then, a second later, “…two pillows. One for you and one for…”

Adam pressed a kiss to his jaw, “Two pillows.”